The sword gleam landed on the seat of honor in the middle.
The outer layer, which was as noisy as a bustling market, quietened down.
"Senior Brother." The six people in the other six seats stood up and bowed slightly.
"Take a seat." The newcomer waved his hand, then unfurled his black cloak and slowly sat down.
When the six of them sat down, there was a tidal wave of cheers. "Disciples welcome the Sect Master!"
The newcomer nodded with a smile. His lips parted slightly, and his voice spread throughout the outer layer. "Quick, save it. I'm a late person, yet I still have to be welcomed by you. I'm ashamed."
Everyone smiled.
"The reason why I came late is to confirm something." The newcomer seemed to be in a good mood. "I'm sure you've all heard that Cangjian Peak is led by Junior Brother Xiaojian, and has made great contributions to the Court Of Sword. I've seen it, and it's true. Before the start of the meet, I'd like to reward them based on their contributions. What do you think?"
"You can decide, Sect Master," the crowd said in unison.
"Wait." A man sitting next to Su Xiaojian said, "The Sword Meet is a sacred event. How can it be ranked behind?"
"I second that," another man said.
The newcomer pondered for a moment, then said to Su Xiaojian, "If that's the case, Junior Brother Xiaojian, can we postpone the matter of Cangjian Peak?"
Su Xiaojian nodded and smiled. "That's right."
"Good. Junior Brother is a sensible person, so I won't say much." The newcomer clapped his hands and smiled, then turned to the grandstand. "I hereby announce the official start of the Sword Meet. Little Nine, come up. "
There was a commotion in the grandstand, and a person stepped out from the crowd. It was none other than the Sword God, Feng Jiu.
He slowly walked down a flight of stairs opposite Sword Soul Hall, then stood in the middle of the square and bowed. "Disciple Feng Jiu greets Master and the Peak Lord."
"Kneel," the newcomer said.
Feng Jiu knelt on the ground.
The newcomer's expression gradually turned solemn. "Little Nine, the Court Of Sword is a big family. Taking over the Nine Heavens Thunder means taking over the responsibility of the Court Of Sword. Let me ask you, as a parent, what is the most important thing? "
Feng Jiu thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry about scarcity, worry about inequality."
The person's eyebrows twitched slightly as he said, "Let me continue to ask you. As a ruler, what is the most important thing?"
Feng Jiu said, "Self-disciplined, fair, strict, and selfless."
The newcomer's eyebrows gradually lowered as he said, "Let me ask you again, as a person of authority, what is the most important thing?"
Feng Jiu said, "We must put an end to favoritism, only those who are capable will be promoted."
A complicated smile flashed across the newcomer's face, but it disappeared in a flash. He looked to both sides. "What does the Peak Lord think?"
"Sure."
"Sure."
"Sure."
"Sure."
"Sure."
"Sure."
The newcomer's expression became even more complicated, but he did not show it. He smiled and said, "Unanimous approval, how rare. Little Jiu, don't disappoint the hopes of your Master Uncles. "
"This disciple is willing to die for the Court Of Sword," Feng Jiu said.
"Then, let the swordsmanship competition begin."
The newcomer leaped down and landed lightly in front of Feng Jiu. He reached out and formed a glowing sword shadow. He held it with both hands and handed it to Feng Jiu.
Feng Jiu raised his hand with difficulty and respectfully raised it above his head to receive the sword shadow.
Although Yan Li could not see the two's faces clearly from afar, he could clearly see the way Feng Jiu raised his hand. It was clear that he did not look like a skilled swordsman, so he could not help but feel confused.
Cao Zijun said, "Feng Jiu was born with a lack of tendons in his hands, so he can only perform simple movements. He can't even hold chopsticks."
"Then?" Yan Li was shocked.
"You want to ask him how he became a sword cultivator, right?" Cao Zijun smiled.
"Yes," Yan Li said.
Cao Zijun smiled and said, "Although he was born with a lack of tendons in his hands, he was born with a sword soul. Before he entered the Court Of Sword, he had always been cultivating the heart sword. Later, he was discovered by the Sect Master and brought back to the Court Of Sword to be nurtured. This child is also very hardworking. In his first ten years, he suffered a lot. Then, he amazed everyone at the Demon-Buster Conference. That was how he got the title of Sword God. "
"I'm impressed." Yan Li immediately felt a little ashamed. Back at Juque Mountain, his right hand was swollen from a broken bone. He had forcefully straightened it, thinking that he was a hero. He had thought that his right hand would be crippled from then on. He had been full of determination. Unexpectedly, Feng Jiu was born with a lack of tendons in his hands, and the conditions were many times more difficult. In comparison, it was nothing.
Cao Zijun's eyes flashed, and he asked, "What my son said just now, is it true?"
Yan Li smiled and said, "A lack of tendons in a plan."
"A lack of tendons in a plan?" Cao Zijun said doubtfully, "I've only heard that a lack of tendons in a plan will spoil a great plan. What does a lack of tendons in a plan mean?"
"Actually, Senior Martial Brother Cao did not have to endure at all just now," Yan Li said.
Cao Zigu immediately exploded, and he said angrily, "What do you mean?"
"There are always two sides to every coin." Yan Li said, "From the standpoint of Cangjian Peak, no matter what the other party did to you, you have to endure it. Otherwise, it will spoil the great plan. This is actually a wrong understanding."
"Oh?" Cao Zijun was also a little angry. "If that's the case, as a disciple of Cangjian Peak, why didn't you stand out to stop it? Do you only know how to blame my son? "
"Elder, don't be anxious. Listen to this disciple slowly." Yan Li said unhurriedly, "Compared to Heavenly Sword Peak, Cangjian Peak is in a weaker position. You don't deny that, right?"
Cao Zijun suppressed his anger, and said, "So what if we do?"
Yan Li said with a smile, "Compared to Xu Longhua, Senior Martial Brother Luo is also in a weaker position. That's not wrong, right?"
"Yes, so what …" Luo Fangshuo wanted to show his imposing manner, but he was still not confident enough.
Yan Li continued, "Xu Longshou pushed someone. No matter what the reason was, he was already in the wrong. If that's the case, why do you have to endure it? Which law of the Court Of Sword states that Cangjian Peak disciples are not allowed to block the way of Heavenly Sword Peak disciples? Is it because he has a higher status? "
Everyone looked at each other speechlessly.
Cao Zigu suddenly thought of something, and sneered, "Junior Martial Brother Yan, you are trying to change the topic. Right now, we are talking about your problem. What does it have to do with Little Fatty? I think you're just trying to use this as an excuse. "
Yan Li looked back at the square, "My answer will be revealed later."
"Your answer?" Cao Zigu said.
The corner of Yan Li's mouth rose slightly, "It's not a big deal."
…
The moment the sword shadow touched Feng Jiu's hand, it disappeared without a trace.
The square was calm.
The sword shadow was naturally not the Nine Heavens Thunder itself. It just needed this form.
Feng Jiu still maintained the posture of catching the sword.
When the person saw this, he raised his hand and formed a sword with his fingers, and then he pointed it towards the sky above the square. The sky instantly split open, and countless flying swords poured out like a torrent, and they clustered around a sword light that revealed its sharpness.
With a faint sound of thunder, that sword light had already arrived above Feng Jiu's head and hovered.
The person's expression became more and more complicated, but he still used his fingers to guide the sword light down.
The sword light immediately drilled into Feng Jiu's forehead and disappeared.
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