Thinking that the winner was also wearing a conical hat, the crowd suddenly realized that this young girl was that person's companion, and that was why she said such a thing.
Xiang Wanshu asked, "Please tell me, how am I being hypocritical?"
His expression was calm, devoid of anger, but giving off a sense of oppression.
He had a mild temperament and didn't want to cause trouble, but someone insulted his sect, so how could he not speak up?
It suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was a bit tense.
The young girl standing by the cliff's edge was none other than Zhao Layue.
Looking at Xiang Wanshu, she said nonchalantly, "You said that if you played like this, your Big Brother would beat you. Does that mean that he should be beaten for playing like this?"
This statement seemed a bit forced, but if one thought about what Xiang Wanshu had said earlier, it would be the same.
Xiang Wanshu raised his eyebrows slightly, asking, "What do you mean by 'hypocritical'?"
Zhao Layue said, "You think he is bad at playing chess, but you don't want to admit it. You even want to beat him, but you don't dare do it. This is hypocrisy."
Xiang Wanshu shook his head, saying, "It's not hypocrisy. I just want to save some face for your companion."
"Do you think you are qualified to judge him?" Zhao Layue asked.
There was a slight commotion in the crowd, thinking that what she said was ridiculous. The person who was given three moves when playing chess with Tong Yan was of course qualified to judge her companion.
Xiang Wanshu raised his eyebrows slightly, saying, "That's right. I want to tell him that playing chess is not so simple."
"Believe me, for him, playing chess is the simplest thing in the world," Zhao Layue said.
When she said this, she thought, if you saw the porcelain plate next to the bamboo chair, if you saw the gravel in the porcelain plate, you would understand what she meant.
Xiang Wanshu said, "Really? I hope I will have a chance to learn from him later. "
"You can't do it. Let your Big Brother do it."
Zhao Layue's tone was natural, as if she were talking about something normal.
There was an uproar in the crowd.
The Western Sea Sword School held the Four-Seas Banquet to compete with the Plum Meeting, but everybody knew that the Four-Seas Banquet and the Plum Meeting had an insurmountable gap in terms of resources and other aspects.
Do you think that just because your companion won first place in the Four-Seas Banquet, he is qualified to play chess with Tong Yan?
Who was Tong Yan? Was it something that ordinary cultivators could see?
Xiang Wanshu didn't know what to say, smiling bitterly, thinking that she was an ignorant little girl. His anger subsided, and he didn't pay any more attention to her.
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An hour later, Xiang Wanshu saw the little girl again.
The winners of the Four-Seas Banquet, as well as the invited guests, would board a sea boat from the Lonely Mountain to the Cloud Platform in the sky.
Xiang Wanshu could of course use the magic method to go up in the air, but he chose to wait here out of respect for the Western Sea Sword School.
He looked at the edge of the cliff and his gaze fell on the bamboo hats of the two people. He shook his head, wondering which sect they were spoiled disciples.
"How do you feel? Is it interesting? "Zhao Layue asked.
"Not much," replied Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue asked, "What do you mean?"
"Playing chess is not about one's own Cultivation, but winning by relying on the opponent's mistakes; it's boring."
He added after some thought, "And it's too simple."
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The sea boat had no sails, rising with the wind. Soon, it left the ground and sailed into the clouds.
Amidst the lingering clouds, one could vaguely see the jagged cliffs and the pavilions that were right in front of them.
Some of the Cultivation practitioners who visited the Western Sea Sword School for the first time found out that the Cloud Platform was actually a mountain suspended in the air in the clouds.
The sea boat stopped atop the peak. The disciples of the Western Sea Sword School came forward and led the guests into a magnificent palace hall.
The invited guests of various sects were already seated in the hall, enjoying the mermaids' song and dance, discussing something in low voices.
Xiang Wanshu, Mo Xi, and Jing Jiu walked into the hall as the winners of the Four-Seas Banquet.
Many people stood up to greet them, showing their respect for the Four-Seas Banquet, as well as for the sects of Xiang Wanshu and Mo Xi.
Some gazes fell on Jing Jiu, who was still wearing the conical hat when he came into the hall, looking a bit weird.
Among these gazes, one was hidden in the dark, full of evil and hatred.
Another two gazes were full of shock and confusion.
Yao Songshan and Lin Yingliang of the Aoyama Sect changed their expressions slightly, wondering why he was here. Didn't he know the Pure Heaven Bureau was looking for them? What was he going to do?
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As they came to the deep end of the hall, a figure emerged from the clouds and fog.
It was a tall man with a dignified temperament, wearing a bright yellow cloth. A dozen beaded curtains hung in front of his crown, obscuring his face.
He looked down at Jing Jiu, like a real emperor.
This was Xiwang Sun, the most mysterious figure in the Cultivation circle in recent years.
Jing Jiu looked at him in Silence.
Xiang Wanshu and Mo Xi had already returned to the front hall, wondering what kind of treasures the Western Sea Sword School had given them.
Jing Jiu was the only one here, which was a bit weird.
"The path to heaven is boundless, so we have to take a broader view. We can't give up the whole forest just because of one tree."
Xiwang Sun's voice was very gentle, like the round and flawless pearls of the South Ocean on the beaded curtains.
The first half of this statement was like a common advice from a master to a junior, but the second half was quite odd.
Jing Jiu thought silently that he was not him.
By now, he knew who Xiwang Sun was, and he also knew who he was not.
Xiwang Sun looked at Jing Jiu with a faint smile.
It was interesting that he also thought he knew who this young Cultivation practitioner wearing the conical hat was.
He thought that this young Cultivation practitioner should have participated in the Four-Seas Banquet and come to join him because he was pursued by the Imperial court.
He knew what had happened in the Sea-God Temple that night, but he didn't feel angry. On the contrary, he appreciated their courage and ability, feeling that these two young people had the potential to be cultivated, though the one in front of him with the iron sword on his back obviously hadn't entered the State of the Undefeated and was far inferior to the other.
However, he wouldn't let the Western Sea Sword School accept them; he would do it under another name.
That was why he said the second half of his statement.
It was quiet, and Jing Jiu didn't respond.
Xiwang Sun narrowed his eyes, showing a cruel expression. "If you don't want to join me, why did you come to participate in my Four-Seas Banquet?" he asked.
"I just wanted to see you," Jing Jiu said.
This was an unexpected answer.
Xiwang Sun looked at him in Silence, and suddenly asked, "Do you still want my treasures?"
Jing Jiu shook his head.
Hearing this, Xiwang Sun thought Jing Jiu hadn't made up his mind yet and wanted to show his friendliness. After a moment of silence, he waved his hand to signal Jing Jiu to leave.
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The Grand Hall of the Western Sea Sword School was very spacious, with a radius of three thousand feet. The thin mist moved along the ground, and the guests sat scattered in the hall.
If it weren't for the keen eyesight of cultivators, they wouldn't even be able to see each other's faces clearly.
Jing Jiu returned to the Grand Hall and walked to the table where Zhao Layue was sitting, ready to leave with her.
A gloomy voice rang out.
"Wearing a conical hat at the banquet? Are you so shameful? Or have you done so many evil things that you don't dare to show your faces? "
The guests were a bit surprised. They looked toward the source of the voice and found it was a skinny middle-aged cultivator in a black Taoist robe with a wretched face.
A cultivator who knew this person whispered something to the guests. Then the guests learned that this middle-aged cultivator was the free-traveling cultivator, Zhu Jie.
It was said that this person had a good relationship with the Western Sea Sword School, so it wasn't surprising that he appeared at the Four-Seas Banquet today.
Zhu Jie had the same bad reputation as his deceased elder brother, Zhu Gui, the Head Monk of the Black Dragon Temple. Naturally, no one wanted to talk to him. Normally, he would finish the banquet and then boast about how the Western Sea Sword School treated him well, and how he could chat and laugh with the talented disciples of Zhongzhou School.
But today was different.
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