Chapter 231 Selection Battle [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

After coming out of the Xiangguo Gate, Liang Yue walked a short distance along the street before returning to the Zhuxie Division.

When I arrived at Chen Su's attic, he was there.

"Uncle Chen." Liang Yue knocked on the door and entered. Facing Chen Su, he was really speechless for a moment. After thinking for a while, he said, "I went to help Zuo Xiang without your permission this time. If you want to blame me..."

"Why would I blame you?" Chen Su was a little puzzled and chuckled, "I heard what Mo Qiuren said. You did a good job. What's wrong with that?"

In fact, if it were another government office or another boss, Liang Yue would certainly be blamed.

Because he used the identity of Zhuxie Division to do his work, but he was actually acting as Liang Fuguo's thug, and he was involved in a major case that might shock the court and offend many people, which might bring trouble to Zhuxie Division.

But since Chen Su said this, it means that he approves of Liang Yue's approach.

"In fact, after you agreed to help Liang Fuguo, he wrote me a letter. Your father died in Yunxiang Country, and it is understandable that you want to find out the truth. Even if it has nothing to do with your family, it is just for moral reasons. You should do this." Chen Su said: "If I don't support it, how can I agree to Mo Qiuren to help you?"

"Thank you for your understanding, uncle." Liang Yue also smiled.

"You don't need to worry about the Evil Extermination Division. None of us work in the court, and we are least afraid of offending people. The crackdown on the Nine Yang spies has been very effective during this period, and you have made a lot of contributions. If this continues, we may be able to retire in a few years." Chen Su said with some concern, "I am worried about you instead."

"Me?" Liang Yue raised his eyes.

"All of us came from the mountains and will naturally return to the mountains. But you are from Longyuan City and have been hanging around in the court. Even if you leave the Zhuxie Bureau now, you seem to have a bright future. If the Zhuxie Bureau no longer exists in the future, do you want to leave with us or stay in the court? This is a problem." Chen Su said slowly.

This was something Liang Yue had never thought of.

He subconsciously felt that the Zhuxie Division, like other government offices, would always exist here for a long time, and perhaps one day it would be disbanded, but he didn't expect it would be so early.

Perhaps this evil-killing office is just a process of tempering the minds of the Xuanmen disciples in the world.

But for me, I treat it as a career.

This is the biggest difference in their concepts. Not every public sector position is a permanent job.

Although he now has connections with the Eastern Palace and Liang Fuguo, once the Zhuxie Division is gone, where should he go? During this period of time with everyone, he has already regarded this place as his second home.

Do you want to leave the court and mingle in the illusory "jianghu"?
I should stay here and continue to do things as I do now. But without the background of the Zhuxie Division, can I still be so successful?
This is indeed a question that deserves careful consideration.

"If you stayed in the court, given your relationship with the prince, you should have a good future. But you are too deeply involved with Liang Fuguo, and I am worried that something will go wrong one day." Chen Su said bluntly.

It seems that he is not optimistic about Liang Fuguo's future.

"If you are like us, and you have never experienced the days of practicing in the mountains and wandering around the world, once you lose your public office and return to your master's sect, everyone will definitely return to their own master's sect. Forget about others, but your master... is Wang Rulin."

Chen Su's brows were furrowed, full of worry, and it seemed that she was unable to help Liang Yue think of a good way out.

It was as if the two choices, Liang Fuguo and Wang Rulin, were like stinky tofu that smelled like shit and shit that smelled like stinky tofu, in his eyes.

No matter what it tastes like, stinky tofu is still edible, but shit is still shit.

"I have been thinking about this for a while myself. I have never thought about this issue before. I thought the Evil Extermination Bureau could be open for a few more years." Liang Yue replied.

"Those of us who practice cultivation certainly have the heart to uphold justice, but we cannot get too involved in the secular world. Delving into the great Dao is the highest pursuit." Chen Su sighed, "The rivers and lakes and the imperial court are two different paths after all."

"By the way." He added, "One of my nephews is here today and is going to spar with Wen Yifan. You can go and watch. The selection for the battle to seize the city will begin next month, and it is important to know more about your opponent."

……

In the open space in front of the Zhuxie Division, a group of people were gathered from afar, waiting nervously. Liang Yue arrived at the right time.

The battle to capture the city will be held in the spring of next year, so there is still plenty of time. But before that, the court will first select the top seven geniuses through a competition to form the final team.

Because the battle at that time will be a team battle, everyone will have to practice together in seclusion for a period of time and get to know each other for some time.

In order to reserve enough time for retreat, the selection of participants was scheduled for next month.

If you go out on the street these days, you can see that Longyuan City is also very lively. There must be very few young geniuses who come to participate in the selection. But these geniuses have their own fans, and there are many fans who come to watch the competition, plus some mixed people. Although there were many people during the previous Colorful Clothes Festival, they were mostly ordinary people. Recently, the lively people in Shendu are mostly Jianghu people.

Even if ordinary people fight, at most they would exchange fists and kicks. But many people in the martial arts world have violent tempers, and once they start fighting, their energy will fly wildly, which is really difficult to control. The imperial guards and the Ministry of Justice worked overtime and patrolled day and night for this.

The geniuses who come to participate in the selection battle, if they are familiar with each other, or have connections with relatives or friends, will challenge each other and compete in advance.

Just like when Sword King Sun took his disciples to Yunzhi Temple before.

On the one hand, it is to get to know the opponent in advance, and on the other hand, it is to improve one's own condition, similar to a warm-up match.

The one welcomed into the Zhuxie Division today is just such a person, a direct disciple of the Yin-Yang lineage of Xuanmen, and the apprentice of Senior Brother Chen Su.

Ranked eighth on the Youlin list is Wang Yantang.

"On my way to Longyuan City, I ran into Monk Xuan Jiu from the Mianbi Temple. Although he was ranked higher than me on the Young Unicorn Ranking, I was the winner after the sparring. So, Junior Sister Wen, please don't underestimate me just because I'm ranked lower than you."

On the open space, a tall and slender man in a blue shirt, with a clear face, looked quite elegant.

"No." Wen Yifan, standing opposite, was still dressed in white, dazzling and elegant, with a cold and indifferent expression, "I will do my best."

"Okay, I'm sorry for the offense!" Wang Yantang shouted, raised his hands and made seals, and the fight began immediately.

He knew how powerful the sword-controlling lineage was. Even with all his grace, he did not dare to let Wen Yifan draw his sword first. Instead, he came up and displayed a magical power first.

He unfolded his seal, and a layer of hazy light immediately covered the surroundings, as if he had put on a layer of defense. Then he changed the seal again, and a huge beast appeared.

Wen Yifan's style was the same as usual, without any frills. He just pointed his halberd forward, and a white sword light flashed in an instant!
laugh--

Before the ferocious beast's light and shadow attacked, her flying sword pierced through the protective shield outside Wang Yantang's body like a meteor.

But as the light shield rippled, it suddenly appeared from outside the light shield behind him.

It seems that as a disciple of Xuanmen, he is very familiar with the sword-controlling lineage, and he uses very restrained techniques. First, he sets up a defense, and it is not an ordinary shield, but a technique that can change the world, which is difficult to break even if the sword energy is strong.

Immediately afterwards, the ferocious beast flew into the air and pounced towards Wen Yifan fiercely!

Seeing the huge minions with chaotic light and shadow and true energy pressing down on him, Wen Yifan was not panicked at all. He just showed a trace of thought on his face and then recalled the flying sword.

But her flying sword seemed unable to keep up with the speed of the ferocious beast.

Just as he was about to be swallowed by the huge mouth, and the flying sword was only halfway, a Dharma image suddenly flashed around Wen Yifan, as if a celestial being with rising sleeves suddenly appeared, and then moved forward with her body.

call out--

With a flash of light, the Dharmakirtan and her entire body collided with the flying sword and merged into one.

Then the white light reversed and flew past at a speed ten times faster than before!
boom!
The people present were all strong, but few of them could see the trajectory of the Qingqiu Sword. They just felt a flash of dazzling white light before their eyes, and then a huge rockery in the distance exploded.

Wen Yifan's figure appeared, and he landed lightly on the ground with a calm expression.

Meanwhile, Wang Yantang was still in the light shield, but his eyes were filled with astonishment, as he murmured, "The image of the celestial maiden?"

As he looked down in disbelief, he saw a piece of clothing floating in the air for two weeks and then falling to the ground. The broken end was very neat, with almost no unevenness to be found.

This is the style of the sword-controlling lineage.

If one sword doesn’t work, then try another.

You have a strong defense, so try my stronger sword.

　Good morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)