"What do you mean, Sect Leader Linghu?"
Wang Yan's expression changed drastically. Getting married was not part of the agreement, and Wang Yan had no intention of doing so from the beginning. Even when he came with Xia He, he was prepared to stand on Yan Yu'er's side and deal with Linghu Qiu. Winning the joust for a spouse was just another identity to launch a surprise attack. Why would this old guy make such an absurd request when the situation had changed?
Linghu Qiu seemed to have expected Wang Yan's attitude. He smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, Nephew. This is just a stop-gap measure."
As he spoke, Linghu Qiu looked at Hen Tiandao and saw an apologetic look on Hen Tiandao's ferocious face. He said, "I received news that Yan Yu'er colluded with outsiders to seize the Shujian Zhuang. These outsiders secretly intended to take advantage of the competition between the three sects to stir up conflicts between the three sects, which would then lead to civil strife in Hengshui City. "
The outsiders that Hen Tiandao referred to were naturally Yuntian City or the Black water thief. The joust for a spouse held by the Shujian Zhuang was actually divided into three undercurrents. The first was the competition between the Cold Moon Sect, the Iron Fist Club, and the Ghost Hand Sect. The second was the secret struggle between Yuntian City, the Black water thief, and the Hengshui City due to the interests of the South River Valley. As for the third, it was likely to involve the Young Master Three, Gao Siyan.
Gao Lingyang, the City Lord of Hengshui City, had five sons. As the five sons came of age one by one, the five sons had begun to fight for the throne in recent years. Hen Tiandao believed that one or even several sons were likely to take advantage of the Shujian Zhuang to kill Gao Siyan. Hen Tiandao did not mention the details, and Wang Yan did not ask. After all, this was the most dangerous thing to do. The more he knew, the more likely he would be killed.
According to the prior agreement, Wang Yan would not participate in the third undercurrent at all. He only needed to help the Shujian Zhuang and the Cold Moon Sect win the competition with the other two sects, and then draw out Yan Yu'er's backup plan. Then, he would find Fang Boao in the chaos and kill him. In return, he would be rewarded with an Elemental Rest Grass and the famous sword Falling Sand. In addition, if the Shujian Zhuang was really in chaos, Wang Yan would also have to help guard the Shujian Zhuang within his ability. However, this was not a mandatory requirement.
"Originally, I thought that as long as the Iron Fist Club and the Ghost Hand Sect were defeated, Yan Yu'er would definitely not be able to resist triggering a backup plan, but now it seems that this is not the case. Therefore, I will have to trouble you to continue this show. This matter is very important, and in the current situation, you have to do it. But please rest assured, once this matter is over, I will definitely join forces with Brother Linghu to announce to the world that you are acting out of desperation and not really marrying the Second Miss."
Hen Tiandao's words were sincere, and Linghu Qiu also nodded in agreement. Wang Yan, however, was silent. He always felt that something was wrong. He trusted Hen Tiandao. After all, his relationship with Miss Four could not be faked, but Linghu Qiu …
"Nephew."
Seeing that Wang Yan had not responded for a long time, Linghu Qiu looked a little anxious. He grabbed Wang Yan's wrist and said, "If you don't trust me, I can promise that after you and my daughter are married, I will immediately hand over the famous sword, Falling Sand, to you. Brother Jin can be my witness. What do you think?"
At this point, Wang Yan could no longer refuse. After all, he had come for the famous sword, Falling Sand. Now that he was about to get his hands on the famous sword, even if it was a trap, he would still have to go through it, not to mention that Hen Tiandao was his guarantor. However, Wang Yan did not immediately agree, but said, "I need to first examine the famous sword, Falling Sand. After that, Sect Leader Linghu can hand the sword over to Elder Jin for safekeeping. After the wedding ceremony is over, Elder Jin can hand it over to me. What do you think?"
Wang Yan's request confirmed Hen Tiandao's identity as the middleman. Linghu Qiu did not seem to expect that Wang Yan would make such a request. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he immediately laughed and said, "Nephew, you still don't trust me. But that's fine. I trust Brother Jin, and you trust Brother Jin. Let's do it this way."
.....
In one of the elegant rooms in the inner hall of the Zingjian Tower, Wang Yan, Xia He, and Hen Tiandao sat facing each other. The three of them sipped on fragrant tea while discussing something.
As a swordsman, it was rare for Xia He to have the opportunity to be alone with other powerful swordsmen. Therefore, this fellow took the opportunity to ask Hen Tiandao for guidance. Hen Tiandao had some admiration for Xia He, and would answer all Xia He's questions as long as they did not touch on the core of the technique. After a round of discussion, Xia He felt that he had benefited a lot. Although Wang Yan was not proficient in the way of the saber, he also felt that he had gained something from it. The three of them chatted happily, especially Xia He, who wished that he could spend more time with them.
"Coming."
Hen Tiandao's ears twitched, and he stopped talking. Before he finished speaking, the door to the elegant room was pushed open. Linghu Qiu walked in from the outside, holding a long black box made of fine iron.
"Please have a look, my dear nephew."
After Linghu Qiu put the iron box on the table, he waved at Wang Yan, and then opened the lid of the iron box. Inside the box was a long sword with a cold gleam.
"This sword is called Falling Sand. It was forged by the swordsmith Master Xue Moli three hundred years ago. The main material of the sword is Sunken Rock Iron. That's why there are occasional spots of weak yellow light in the silver light, like falling yellow sand. That's why it is called 'Falling Sand'."
As he spoke, Linghu Qiu took out the long sword carefully. After drawing a sword flower, he said, "This sword has a unique design. The sword body, the sword guard, and the sword hilt are all different from ordinary long swords …"
Hearing Linghu Qiu's words, Wang Yan's eyes were completely attracted by the long sword in his hand. Just as Linghu Qiu had said, this Falling Sand was completely different from ordinary long swords.
First, the body of the sword was about three feet long like ordinary long swords, but the edges on both sides were extremely narrow, which not only made the blade sharper, but also made the whole sword look particularly long and narrow. Second, the sword guard. This sword did not have a guard, but there was a piece of red wood connecting the sword hilt and the body. On the red wood, two words were engraved: "Falling Sand". Lastly, the hilt of this sword was also different from ordinary long swords. The hilt of ordinary long swords was straight and only a few inches long, but the hilt of this sword was slightly curved, about one foot long. However, it was wrapped in layers of white cloth, so it was hard to tell what material the hilt was made of.
"Good sword!"
Wang Yan did not know how to appraise famous swords, but he could tell that this sword was not an ordinary one. He was overjoyed and could not help but praise it. Seeing this, Linghu Qiu smiled contentedly, then handed the long sword to Wang Yan and said, "Nephew, would you like to try it?"
Wang Yan did not stand on ceremony. He took the sword and swung it in the air. Amidst the sound of the sword, the sword flashed across the air. With this casual swing of the sword, Wang Yan could feel that the same sword technique, Falling Sand, was actually one to two times faster than ordinary long swords. Feeling this, Wang Yan was immediately overjoyed.
"It really is a famous sword!"
Wang Yan could not wait to practice a set of swordsmanship, but the room was limited, not to mention that Hen Tiandao and Linghu Qiu were still present. Wang Yan could only suppress the restlessness in his heart. Finally, he put Falling Sand back into the box, then looked at Linghu Qiu and said, "What to do next is up to Sect Leader Linghu."
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"The auspicious hour has arrived. Newcomers, please enter."
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the curtain of night gradually rose. Before the crescent moon hung in the sky, the Shujian Zhuang became noisy. Amidst the deafening sound of gongs and drums, in front of the brightly lit main hall of the Shujian Zhuang, which was covered in red gauze, the receptionist's voice rang through the entire Little Mirror Mountain.
As his voice reverberated, Wang Yan, who was dressed in a bright red wedding robe, slowly walked along the red carpet towards the hall. Beside him, two female attendants supported the bride, who wore a phoenix crown and a red cape, and followed closely behind him. On the two sides of the red carpet, the disciples of the Sword Study Manor stood in two rows, as if they were welcoming the bride. This arrangement was filled with joy, but no matter if it was the groom or the bride, they didn't seem like two people who were about to get married.
Wang Yan walked up the steps with a blank expression. The main hall was already filled with guests. Linghu Qiu sat at the head of the hall, while the Young Master Three, Gao Siyan, and Hen Tiandao sat at the head of the left. Wang Yan did not recognize most of the others. He only knew that some of them were representatives from Hengshui City, while others were good friends of Linghu Qiu. Apart from them, there were also other people who were related to him. Fang Boao was also in the hall, sitting at a table in the right corner.
"The bridegroom is here."
Seeing Wang Yan's appearance, there was immediately a commotion in the hall. Even though Wang Yan's face did not show the slightest bit of joy, the crowd did not find it strange. Almost everyone knew that this was not a simple wedding. Naturally, they could not look at it with ordinary eyes. Apart from the simplicity of everything and the removal of all the complicated rituals, the people present more or less knew the meaning behind it.
However, it was a festive ceremony after all, so no one dared to disrespect it. Following the commotion, more than a hundred people in the hall began to make noise, especially Xia He. Wang Yan gave him a hateful glare, then walked into the hall hand in hand with the bride.
There was nothing much to say about what happened next. When the groom and the bride arrived in front of Linghu Qiu, under the guidance of the receptionist, they had to pay their respects. The receptionist's voice was loud and clear, and he shouted, "Bow to your parents!"
A look of struggle appeared on Wang Yan's face. Although he knew that it was just a show, the big bow was real. He felt that if he bowed a few times, he would have some kind of connection with the woman under the veil. Therefore, his body couldn't help but stiffen, and his movements became slower.
Seeing this, Xia He laughed and said, "This is the first time my big brother is getting married. He is too nervous. Let me go and help him."
As he spoke, Xia He was about to get up, but at this moment, a loud shout came from outside the main hall.
"Who dares to marry my junior sister?!"
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