The dark clouds condensed above the dome of the Tai Chi Hall, and the cool wind blew the dragon flag, making a slight sound of "puff".

As time approached, people gathered around the Baiyu Square outside the Tai Chi Hall. Even if it was just the court officials and the powerful, thousands of people gathered. In addition to the Imperial Guards and Wolf Guards, they glanced over at a glance and crowded with people. The soft conversations gathered together and showed a bit of noisy.

Below His Highness Tai Chi, several desks lined up, and several officials from the Ministry of Rites sat and talked with envoys from Northern Qi. Xiao Chuyang and other three dukes and nine ministers were quietly waiting for the emperor to arrive at the center.

Grand Secretary Lu Cheng'an sat on Xiao Chuyang's left hand, looked at a middle-aged man in a Northern Qi official robe in the distance, frowned slightly and said:

"Xiao Xiang, the Northern Qi Dynasty came here this time with Chen Xuan, a counselor under Prince Zuo. Chen Xuan is rumored to be meticulous and unsure of not provoking rashly. Today's competition may not be smooth."

Xiao Chuyang's expression was always calm, and he thought for a little bit: "The priest was too involved ten years ago, and the Dayue warrior was almost in a slump. If he lost today, he would inevitably complain... Chen Xuan was probably so careful that he would send someone to challenge him when the priest chose the Ten Martial Arts Prize. If he could win, he would damage the morale of the Dayue military and civilians. If he lost, he would not harm the Northern Qi slightest... But if the other party came over, the priest could not refuse to accept it."

Lu Chengan nodded slightly: "From Xiao Xiang's perspective, how likely is the winning chance?"

Xiao Chuyang is not a martial artist, so he naturally doesn't know how many of them are. He looked at the Grand Marshal Liu Pingyang in a blink of an eye.

Liu Pingyang was in charge of Dayue's military power, and his martial arts skills were not bad. He chuckled at this time:

"Don't worry, Xiao Xiang is not concerned about Dayue's military and civilians, there are millions of martial artists in Chang'an City alone. The emperor was prepared earlier. Even if the boy from Northern Qi became a famous master, he would be a fool to suppress my Dayue's generation."

Xiao Chuyang nodded calmly and did not comment on this.

Next to the desk in the distance, Chen Xuan, the envoy of Northern Qi, and the official Dayue, had a few chats, and got up and came to a room in the side hall in the rear.

At the window of the room, a young man with long hair shawls leaned against the window holding a sword, looking at Dayue's princes and generals, with a little impatient in his eyes.

Chen Xuan looked elegant and walked up to him and raised his hand gently: "Yezi, I will be on stage later, how are you preparing?"

Zuo Yezi didn't even turn his head: "I just met and they were all small fish and shrimps, and I don't know how to become the best in Chang'an. Back then, my grand clan established Chang'an, and there were no more than a hundred corpses under the title of Wu Kui. I was embarrassed to report myself. Those juniors may not have even killed anyone."

Chen Xuan was not surprised by this evaluation - the people of the Central Plains became martial arts, and Dayue also established the country with martial arts. Originally, many heroes emerged. But ten years ago, Emperor Dayue felt that the martial artist could not make a fool of himself, and used an iron cavalry to sweep the rivers and lakes to directly break the backbone of the Dayue martial artist. To this day, the evil consequences have been revealed. Dayue's rivers and lakes are almost broken, and they are all supported by the older generation. The "pride of heaven" in the new generation are all embroidered pillows piled up with gold and silver home business in the greenhouse.

Northern Qi is different. He is burdened with national humiliation and struggles to live in the desert where birds are not laid eggs. He is also aggressive in the Central Plains. Some young people with reputations fill in the heads.

Zuo Yezi took a knife and killed people since he was six years old. After becoming a disciple of the National Master, he studied art for three years, and then threw it into the Thousand Mile Desert to experience it. He fought with the horse bandits day and night for a bite of water. He is only eighteen years old, but he has been licking blood from the knife for nine years. He can't even remember the people he killed. When it comes to martial arts, he has rarely had an opponent among his peers of Northern Qi, but he has never officially come out.

Chen Xuan looked at the group of princes and nobles standing near the square and said softly: "The warrior speaks with a knife. Today is your first battle to go out. If you want to fight beautifully, don't lose your master's name."

Zuo Yezi had no expression at all: "If it were just these people, Mr. Chen wouldn't have to worry... I heard that there was a Mei Qusheng in Chang'an, known as 'one sword moving Chang'an'. I came here this time to meet him, why didn't I come?"

Chen Xuan shook his head: "Green bamboo and plum wine, Xiaoyao accompanied Qusheng. If he were there, I would not bring you here. Mei Qu had left Chang'an two years ago. The most powerful person in Chang'an City is Xu Buling, the prince of Su."

Zuo Yezi showed some disappointment and said calmly: "I heard the name of Xu in the desert back then, and I chased him. It's a pity that his horse was not catching up with him... I saw the traces at that time. No one left the corpse in the bandit's nest, and no matter the people were divided, if I hadn't seen the 'Jingguan' piled outside the bandit's nest, I would have thought it was done by the wolf pack, which was indeed not as powerful as an individual... But I heard that he was killed by the Dragon Lock Gu, and it was already ruined."

Chen Xuan nodded slightly, his eyes slightly contemptuous: "Dayue's emperor, general, and minister, not to mention anything else, he is absolutely first-class in conspiracy and plotting. He used the Dragon Locking Gu to murder the master of the Western Liang Iron Cavalry. I don't know which pig brain came up with the strategy."

Zuo Yezi shrugged: "Everyone is a dog-slaughtering person, but most of them are scholars. The world is determined to be a slaughter. Lu, I wish the two masters of swordsmanship will be open and honest all their lives. They will kill them just because they are disobedient and say they are killed. They also use dirty means. What is strange about destroying the Xu family now... Alas, it's better that the Xu family was destroyed by the Dayue court itself, or if they change the party to join me in Daqi, Prince Zuo will wake up in a dream."

Chen Xuan shook his head: "The Xu family is the Xu family after all. After defending the national gate for 60 years, it is impossible for the deceased clan to be destroyed to surrender. Xu Lie is still in power, and Emperor Dayue dares to kill him no matter how stupid he is. However, now he cut some meat from the Xu family and when the national teacher sets up the situation, it will be easier to deal with the Xu family."

"The Xu family is very pitiful when they are beaten on both ends... If it were my Daqi man, he would have been rebelled long ago."

"Haha... Isn't this just bullying honest people? Who made the Xu family loyal and wise? The king let the minister die and the ministers die..."

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On the veranda of Tai Chi Hall, the Empress Dowager took Xu Buling and a group of palace maids to walk slowly, and sat down on the soft couch covered by the pearl curtain. Xu Buling sat on the small table next to him, next to the Song royal family.

Because of the last time I visited Fairy Bridge, the Queen Mother changed her attitude towards Xu Buling a lot, and she didn't even ask about her bellyband. After throwing Xiao Ting away, she asked in a friendly manner:

"But, has Ning Yuhe taught you sword skills these days?"

Because there were people around, Xu Buling still looked cold and shook his head gently:

"Aunt Lu called Taoist Principal Ning over and preached. I can't even see him. What kind of swordsmanship is he taught?"

The Empress Dowager was not surprised by this: "This is what Hongluan is like. She found you a master on a whim, but she was afraid that you would not get close to her with her master... By the way, today's martial arts competition is very important. If you lose to the emperor, it will definitely damage your face. You just said that Tang Jiuer can't beat him, so the junior named Situ should be fine, right?"

Xu Buling nodded: "Situ Huyu was the first in Tiannan martial arts world, Situ Yuejin, and the twenty-eight consecutive swords are invincible in the world. It is often said that a tiger father has no dog son. As long as Situ Huyu learns halfway, it is no problem."

The Queen Mother felt a little relieved, thought for a while, and sighed softly: "It would be great if you had a way to detoxify. Not to mention anything else, I want to take a better grasp of this kind of battle."

Xu Buling chuckled slightly and didn't say anything.

After waiting for a while, as a figure in a fiery red python robe appeared in the Tai Chi Hall, the noisy crowd quieted down and looked upwards.

Emperor Song Ji slowly walked to the front of the hall in a dragon robe, and first bowed to the empress dowager before sitting down on the dragon throne.

"See the Lord!"

The mountains were waving like the sea tide, and it rang in the huge Tai Chi Palace.

After a glance at Song Ji, he had a gentle expression. After saying a few casual words, he raised his hand gently:

"Let's get started."

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Chapter completed!