The moonlight shone through the clouds, shining on two black carriages, brightening the heroic city of Langya.

The carriage was very quiet, and Xu Hexian narrowed his eyes half-closed.

Fan Wuwei's fat face twitched slightly. He couldn't resist the subconscious impulse and laughed out loud again.

The rattle sound was like a black crow on the treetops, scattering horror.

However, in fact, his voice was a little powerless, as if he was forcing a smile.

A sniffle.

A silver sprinkler flashed through the night sky, like a flash of meteor shower. Although short, it was extremely gorgeous and memorable.

Fan Wuwei's reaction was already very fast.

The fat body trembled slightly, and the sword in his hand shook, and he stabbed the silver spearheading with a decisive sword.

The silver-colored whip was a long whip.

The slender whip was covered with sharp barbs, and a cold light flashed under the night sky.

Fan Wuwei's sword stabbed the long whip.

But instead he was hit hard and his sword body was bent instantly.

The trend of the long whip is simply blocked.

With a puff, Fan Wuwei spat out a mouthful of blood, and his fat body flew backwards and fell next to the black carriage.

The rolled dust and mud looked like crystal stones under the moonlight, or like mountains, which made Fan Wuwei feel stuffy in his chest and a suffocation sense penetrated his brain.

Xu Hexian swung his arm lightly, and the long whip returned to his hand.

There were some blood stains on the tail of the whip.

"I won't kill you, at least I won't kill you openly." Xu Hexian looked at Fan Wuwei calmly and said slowly: "The competition between Xuan Zhengsi and Tianshu Yuan has always existed, but there is no need for Shui Jingsi to step on the side. No matter what relationship you have with Jiang Tingyu, stay in Shui Jingsi and never have any other thoughts. If something that harms Jiang Kingdom happens, I, Xuan Zhengsi, have the right to kill it with one sword."

Xu Hexian's carriage drove away from here.

Fan Wuwei struggled to stand up from the ground.

He was confused about the purpose of Xu Hexian appearing here, but he also clearly realized that it would be too easy for Xu Hexian to kill him.

He sucked his mouth, spit out the remaining blood, grinned silently, and muttered: "It turns out that the capital is indeed very dangerous. Maybe I shouldn't have come, but... I, Fan Wuwei, were not scared, we have the chance to slowly wrestle the arm in the future."

Fan Wuwei returned to the carriage and couldn't help but scream, cursing: "Damn it, it hurts so much. Fortunately, I have this body of fat, otherwise my bones would have to be broken."

The servant driving the carriage had already left alone because Fan Wuwei went to the inner courtyard to see Xue Wangyou. However, even though there was no coachman, Fan Wuwei was sitting in the carriage, but the carriage still drove into the south gate very smoothly.

......

Before Fan Wuwei left the Sword Academy, at the end of the exam, Zhong Xiyan appeared in the inner courtyard.

This was his first time walking away from the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard will not prohibit outsiders from coming in, just a message is required. Of course, it is impossible to enter the hinterland of the inner courtyard.

Next to a small stream and mountain road, there is a lonely pavilion.

There are stone tables and benches in the pavilion, pens, inks, paper and inkstones are placed on the stone table, and a girl sits on the stone bench.

The girl was wearing a moon-white dress, with black and beautiful long hair, and her long hair was casually tied behind her. She held the pen in one hand, her cheeks were cold, her eyes were extremely serious, and she had a bright look.

The drizzle is still falling.

Zhong Xiyan held an umbrella, stood on the mountain road, quietly looking at the woman writing seriously in the pavilion.

A cool breeze suddenly comes.

The girl's long hair danced with the wind, and her beautiful face remained unchanged. She stretched out her hand to smooth the rice paper. After writing the last word, she slowly placed her pen, looked up at the man outside the pavilion, and opened her jade lips: "Senior Brother Zhong."

Zhong Xiyan nodded slightly and smiled, "Mr. 3, don't be fine."

The woman in the pavilion is the third senior sister.

Although she recognized Zhong Xiyan, she was not very familiar with her. In other words, except for her fellow junior brothers and sisters in the Sword Academy, there were very few people familiar with the third senior sister.

Who made her just a home girl who likes to write, practice, and steals wine?

Zhong Xiyan said gently: "Today is the big exam for the Sword Academy. I was ordered by my master to come to watch the ceremony. I did see a lot of wonderful competitions. The newcomers in the Sword Academy are all very good. I took the liberty to disturb Mr. San, and I hope you don't blame me."

The third senior sister does not deny that the junior brother and junior sister who were new to the school last winter were both excellent, but she was indeed a little unhappy about Zhong Xiyan’s appearance here because the other party disturbed her the pleasure of writing.

But the other party smiled and spoke very politely. She couldn't directly issue an order to expel guests, but just said lightly: "Zaixing Mansion is the highest institution except the academy. It has not recruited new disciples for many years. I think it is of a very high vision."

Zhong Xiyan smiled and said, "There are many things in Zhaixing Mansion. The junior brother and junior sister are working hard and serious in their practice. The Panlong Banquet will be held at the end of spring. At that time, the potential newcomers below the four realms of cultivation will show their talents. I hope that my Zhaixing Mansion and your disciples in the Sword Academy will achieve good results and become completely famous in Jiang Kingdom."

The Panlong Banquet is a grand event in the world of Jiang Kingdom’s cultivation. At that time, young talents from the entire Jiang Kingdom’s cultivation sect will attend. If you want to become famous, it is indeed an excellent opportunity.

The third senior sister subconsciously thought of Li Mengzhou. She wondered if that junior brother could show his style at the Panlong Banquet and gain the reputation of the Sword Academy.

......

Leaving the outer courtyard of Gongshan Gate.

The eight people selected after the exam will inherit the swords of the Sword Academy ancestors tomorrow, and cultivate their own natal swords, so that they can truly walk around the world under the name of sword cultivator.

Li Mengzhou already has the natal sword, so he naturally will not inherit the swords in the sword courtyard again, and he doesn't like those swords either.

He was just a little surprised that he didn't see Jiang Zihua during the big exam, and even the disciples of Jianjiayuan who had been living in the Sword Courtyard for a long time did not come to watch the ceremony.

Just as he was thinking about this, Jiang Zihua's figure appeared in front of him.

He also held an oil-paper umbrella and complained: "It's really bad when it rains. If you practice well, you will be disturbed by the clamoring sounds outside."

Li Mengzhou said with a funny look: "You want to be lazy, but you want to blame the weather?"

With Jiang Zihua's cultivation, of course, it is impossible to easily be influenced by the noise of external objects, so he could naturally guess Jiang Zihua's thoughts immediately.

Jiang Zihua said speechlessly: "Practice is also very tiring, and it is best to combine work and rest."

When it comes to wrong reasons, Li Mengzhou couldn't say that Jiang Zi painted it, and this sentence is quite reasonable. Boring practice should find some things that are beneficial to your mood to relax. It is not advisable to work behind closed doors at some point.

Li Mengzhou looked at Jiang Zihua and asked curiously: "Don't Senior Sister Lu from Jianjiayuan likes to participate in some lively things in the Sword Academy? Why didn't she see her in the big exam today?"

Jiang Zihua said: "Because in the late spring, the Panlong Banquet will begin. The disciples of Jianjiayuan appeared in the capital to attend the Panlong Banquet. Now that the time is not long, of course they have begun to practice seriously."

Li Mengzhou also heard of the Panlong Banquet, but he didn't know much about the specific matters. It seemed that it was a banquet or a competition among the younger generation of practitioners in Jiang Kingdom.

"I hope to fight with you at the Panlong Banquet, and I will work hard to practice in the next time."

Guan Muyun came to Li Mengzhou and looked at him and said.

Li Mengzhou frowned, looked at Guan Muyun silently, nodded seriously, and said, "Although you are a disciple of the academy and are arrogant, you can't beat me, but I will wait for you to challenge me."

Guan Muyun was a little angry, but the cultivation of a scholar did not make him suffer. Instead, he said politely: "I am practicing all the time in the academy, and even reciting books in my sleep. I think those who work hard will eventually be rewarded. Even if my current practice is not as good as you, I believe this is only temporary. I hope Brother Li will give me some advice at the Panlong Banquet."

After saying that, Guan Muyun turned around and left.

Jiang Zihua said with a stuttering tongue: "This talented man from Shanglu is really hardworking, and he doesn't forget to practice even when he sleeps."

Li Mengzhou said: "I work hard too, eat hard and sleep seriously, and practice the rest of my time. You are the only one who doesn't work hard."

Jiang Zihua said speechlessly: "What does eating and sleeping seriously have to do with practicing?"

Li Mengzhou patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "Isn't you talking about the combination of work and rest? Only by keeping adequate sleep and healthy can you practice better. This is a very important thing."

"So, it's rainy weather is quite suitable for sleeping."

"It's all night now. Even if it doesn't rain, it's time to go to bed, otherwise what else do you have to do?"

"I haven't even eaten supper yet."

"That's nothing to do with me. I'll go back to Chaosi Lane to eat and sleep."

Li Mengzhou and Jiang Zihua said goodbye, walked out of the Ligong Mountain Gate, and under the vast night rain, holding an umbrella gradually drifted away.

When he was about to reach the south gate, Li Mengzhou stopped.

He looked at the black carriage that disappeared from the south gate and frowned slightly.

There were less obvious blood stains on the muddy ground, and many of them had been washed away by rain.

"The night rain in the rivers and lakes is always uneasy."

Although Li Mengzhou had not seen a battle that had happened here, the disappearing black carriage was Fan Wuwei, and he could probably imagine what had happened here.

The remaining spiritual ripples between heaven and earth are still burning the air, which belongs to the pressure of the aftermath of the aura.

He stood there for a moment and stepped back into the city gate.

On a hazy night of rain and mist, there were no pedestrians on the streets of the capital. When Li Mengzhou returned to Chaosi Lane, he took a comfortable bath first, then sat cross-legged on the bed to continue raising his own natal sword, and practiced "Silkworm Destroy Scroll".

Whether it is Drunk Dream or "Silkworm Destruction", it is the foundation of his life.
Chapter completed!