I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 36 You Forgot Your Lottery

The dark clouds in the sky gradually lightened and the sky became brighter.

Li Bodu stood side by side with the swordsman.

Li Bodu narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Zhian on the stage.

For a moment, he vaguely felt that Chen Shuijun's figure overlapped with Chen Zhian's figure, and finally merged into one.

There was suddenly more disgust in his eyes.

"It was this evil creature that harmed Yin Xi."

He shook his head and whispered silently in his heart.

The mysterious swordsman beside Li Bodu spoke slowly, "The flash of sword light just now from this young man is quite interesting. His true essence is growing and indestructible. He has the spirit to destroy cities and towns, as if he has been immersed in the battlefield for a long time... It is truly extraordinary. This young man has already mastered this brutal sword technique, and he is only one step away from perfecting his sword power."

"So young, yet so skilled in swordsmanship..."

Before the mysterious swordsman could finish his words, a breath suddenly came from the direction of Tiger Hill.

Li Bodu's face suddenly changed. He took a deep breath and suddenly a three-meter-tall tiger appeared behind him, even covering the entire pavilion.

Li Bodu nodded slightly towards the mysterious swordsman, bent his knees and jumped several feet away, landing on top of the tiger god.

The divine figure suddenly stepped into the void and left.

Another spring breeze blew, blowing away the veil that covered the mysterious swordsman's face, revealing her face.

The phoenix eyes are half-curved with amber, and the red lips are dotted with cherries.

This swordsman turned out to be a woman.

She also looked towards Tiger Hill. The long sword at her waist had already flown out of the white scabbard, emitting a few rays of light, and hovered in front of the woman.

The swordsman took a step forward and stepped on the sword.

The long sword swept past and flew away, like a banished celestial being from heaven.

But no matter whether Li Bodu left on the divine image or the swordsman flew away on the sword, it seemed that no one saw it, and no one even looked towards the restaurant.

The audience below the stage suddenly became silent without knowing when.

Only the head of the Zhou family in the restaurant suddenly grabbed the armrest of the chair with one hand, and the armrest was immediately crushed to pieces by him.

Behind the head of the Zhou family, two or three warriors stood up and were about to jump down from the restaurant and head to Fengbotai.

Just at this moment, the head of the Zhou family suddenly heard a cough. He turned his head and saw that the wooden door of another pavilion in the restaurant had been opened.

Sitting in the attic was a face that the Zhou family patriarch was very familiar with.

It’s Lord Wei Mozhi, the prefect of Sunan Prefecture.

Wei Mozhi was not alone in the restaurant. There was a man with extraordinary temperament and wearing a long gown embroidered with cranes next to him.

This person was drinking tea with his head down, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he looked at Fengbotai outside the window.

"Mr. Zhou." The prefect's voice came at this time: "Since our Sunan Prefecture has not abolished the rule of death fight, and the young master of the Zhou family has also agreed to this death fight, please Mr. Zhou abide by the rules and don't be disrespectful of the agreement."

Wei Mozhi is in his fifties. He looks quite plump, but not very tall. His pair of triangular eyes give off a sharp brilliance on his plump face.

His eyes fell on the head of the Zhou family, which made him feel a little uneasy!

According to the official system of the Dayu Dynasty, an ordinary prefect of a state was in charge of all matters big and small in the state. He was a true fourth-rank official. Although he could not be called a frontier official, he was also in a high position and had great power.

Among the local bureaucrats, only the Grand Du Yu appointed by the imperial court was higher in rank than the prefect. However, there were only five Grand Du Yus in the Dayu Dynasty, each of whom was in charge of several states. It just so happened that the wealthy Southern Jiangsu Prefecture was not under the jurisdiction of any Grand Du Yu.

In other words, in Suwu Prefecture, Wei Mozhi is the highest-ranking official.

Even though the Zhou family was wealthy and had backers in the capital, they still had to bow their heads when facing the governor of a state.

For example, now, when Wei Mozhi's calm voice came, the head of the Zhou family could only stand up, salute the prefect in the pavilion from a distance, and then wave away the several warriors behind him.

However, after just one sentence, the Zhou family patriarch's eyes were already filled with bloodshot, his cheeks were flushed, he was breathing heavily, and looking far away at Fengbotai.

At this moment, he was not only wary of the prefect, but also of the agreement. According to the agreement, he could kill someone in a fight to the death without being punished!
Zhou Xiujing on the Fengbo Stage was seriously injured. Even though he was wearing the Xuanmen treasure, and even though the treasure was tough, the cold iron sword in Chen Zhian's hand could not cut through his clothes.

But everything happened too fast. Before Zhou Xiujing could activate this Xuanmen treasure, he was defeated by Chen Zhian with a single sword strike.

Protected by the long robe, although the blade did not penetrate the treasure, the terrifying force brought by the incredible knife-wielding method and the fierce power brought by the powerful true energy still hit Zhou Xiujing solidly.

He had no idea how many ribs were broken and even his internal organs were injured. He was lying on the storm platform, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Chen Zhian sheathed his sword, stepped forward, and came in front of Zhou Xiujing.

The crowd, who had been extremely quiet in the audience, finally reacted at this moment, just like a pot of boiling water, and countless exclamations were heard. But Chen Zhian seemed not to have heard it. He had a smile on his face as usual and looked down at Zhou Xiujing.

Zhou Xiujing's eyes met Chen Zhian's, and Zhou Xiujing, who was originally in a daze, suddenly woke up.

He circulated his true energy to suppress his injuries and pain, and said with all his might, "Chen Zhian, I am not just after the two hundred taels of gold, but someone wants to harm you. That person is of noble status and holds the lifeblood of my Zhou family, so I have no choice but to obey."

"Don't kill me. When my injuries heal, I will tell you who this person is!"

Chen Zhian seemed to have no interest at all. He lowered his head and said to Zhou Xiujing, "Since that person is so noble, I think there is no hope for revenge. Since the person who planned to kill me is Master Zhou, I will only seek revenge on Master Zhou. This can also be regarded as an explanation to myself."

As he spoke, he slowly drew out the long sword that had already been sheathed.

Several deep notches had appeared on the blade of the iron sword at some point.

Even though the Xuanmen treasure on Zhou Xiujing's body was not activated, Chen Zhian's blade, mixed with surging true energy, still broke the knife when he chopped it down.

"The knife made a cut, but it was enough to cut your neck."

Chen Zhian squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Xiujing.

Zhou Xiujing thought Chen Zhian didn't believe him. His face was distorted with pain, but he hurriedly said, "I didn't lie, Chen Zhian. The one who ordered me to kill you was the Li family of Xuantianjing. Li Fushu, the son of General Xuan Zi, was the person whose name was engraved on the Young Tiger Monument. I dared not disobey, so I came up with that dirty plan!"

"Chen Zhian, Master Chen, please don't kill me. I can give you anything. If you want wealth, I will give you gold and silver. If you want treasures, I will give you this Xuanmen treasure on me, and I will find you something better!"

Zhou Xiujing was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with deep fear.

He had seen countless fights to the death, where the life of the defeated was in the hands of the victor.

This young master from a wealthy family, who had never suffered any hardship in his life, was so close to death at this moment, so close that he was terrified to the extreme.

But even with such fear, the young man still did not lose his composure.

"If you don't kill me, there will be many benefits. But if you kill me, even if it is a fight to the death, my Zhou family will never give up. I am the eldest son of the Zhou family, and my status in the family needs no further explanation!"

Zhou Xiujing said this and turned to look at the restaurant outside Fengbotai.

In the pavilion of the restaurant, his father stared at Chen Zhian with murderous intent in his eyes.

Chen Zhian seemed to realize something and turned to look at the head of the Zhou family.

Zhou Xiujing seemed to feel a little relieved when he saw his father's eyes, and said to Chen Zhian: "Mr. Chen, my Zhou family has plenty of money. If you kill me, you will face endless pursuit in the future..."

Chen Zhian completely drew out the long sword from his waist.

Then, in Zhou Xiujing's shocked and horrified eyes, he slashed with the knife.

Blood spurted out, even staining Chen Zhian's moon-white robe with floral patterns.

"My son!"

The patriarch of the Zhou family in the restaurant suddenly stood up and shouted angrily!

Several warriors behind him immediately stepped out and headed towards the Fengbo Stage!
"Mr. Zhou, only your Zhou family can plot murders, but no one else can kill your Zhou family?"

The head of the Zhou family turned around and saw the man next to the prefect, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and not even looking at them.

But at the same time, a long wind blew, like a strong wind and huge waves, blocking the way of those warriors.

The head of the Zhou family looked intently and saw a divine general in armor standing above the pavilion.

It's a statue of a god.

"A person from Yuque Realm."

The patriarch of the Zhou family suddenly felt deeply depressed and slumped down, and those warriors flew out in an instant, fell down, hit the pavilion, and cracked the bricks and stones!

"Is this the son of the ordinary private school teacher that Jing'er mentioned?"

He seemed to have aged ten years and closed his eyes.

Chen Zhian sheathed his sword and said to himself, "If I kill you, according to the rules of the death fight, this Xuanmen treasure on you will also be mine."

"Humph."

Someone snorted.

Chen Zhian seemed to sense something and looked from afar.

Then Si Hougui lowered the curtain of the sedan chair, and four guards lifted up the sedan chair.

When Chen Zhian saw Si Hougui, the smile on his face became even more intense: "Third Master Si, you forgot your prize!"

(End of this chapter)