Chapter 408

Following Guan Qianyan's words, several carriage boxes were opened one after another, and more than ten green-clothed disciples came down first. The first carriage box was pushed open by someone from inside, and a man stepped down the stairs, unfolding a luxurious outer robe while holding a green-wood-like sword in his hand.

His eyes had already looked towards the teahouse, but it seemed that he didn't see anything, and he was still talking to the child in the carriage between his movements.

The second carriage box was slowly opened after the disciples were lined up in two rows. A tall woman stepped down. She was in light pink peach silk and deep moist green skirt, with dark gold paintings on the cloth surface, her hair bun was exquisitely coiled, and a light and thin sword like a flying flower was tucked in her sleeves. Her movements were like an elegant peacock strolling in the peach forest.

The bald man named Wang said that the Flying Swallow girl was a fairy with snow-white skin and flower-like appearance, which was a complete flattery, but if it was placed on this person, it was about the same.

Guan Qianyan looked at them and didn't speak for a while, but the Flying Swallow Sword Sect beside her had already started talking.

". Uncle Wei, who is this?" The Flying Swallow Sword Sect girl looked at them in a daze and whispered.

The Wei-surname old man was silent for a moment before sighing softly: "No wonder someone said that the top three must have a seat for Falling Flower. This is conservative. I think the first place has almost been settled."

The girl widened her eyes, her voice unconsciously lighter: ". Who is it?"

"The woman is 【Sleeping Flower Counting Butterflies】 Nan Guannu, 23 years old, Eighth Life Realm, and just entered the top 800 of the Fowl Roster this year." The Wei old man said softly, "This is the top participant of Falling Flower Mountain we have always thought of. No matter how you compare, this person will not fall out of the top five."

"Heaven."

"However, I didn't expect." The old man closed his eyes and sighed softly, "The 【Withered Maple】 Xiang Zongyuan is not yet twenty-five."

The young man named Wen Yuan turned his head in shock: "This is Xiang Zongyuan?!"

"Yes, the latest Fowl Roster, he is already at 632." The old man closed his eyes and sighed softly, "If he hasn't passed twenty-five, how can others fight?"

"Maybe." The girl said, "Maybe he is just sending that Nan Guannu."

"These two lineages are not that close. You'll see. The courtesy between them is not intimate, it's a way of working together."

Seeing Pei Ye looked at Guan Qianyan, and Guan Qianyan nodded: "It's about the same."

Countless gazes were cast, but the two got off the carriage and didn't come over here at all.

Several green-clothed disciples had already set up a canopy in the shade on the other side, and several others walked towards the back kitchen of the teahouse, obviously wanting to buy tea to drink themselves.

Guan Qianyan looked at them busy and smiled suddenly: "It's really the same as what Master said—this is the style of a prince."

"Oh?"

"Look at these disciples, they don't look like they are visiting the mountain to learn arts, they are clearly servants serving people." The girl said, "Even drinking a cup of tea has to be bought for the true disciple. Being inferior to others every day, the spirit is worn away first, let alone talking about the sword heart."

Kongdong's peers don't have such a bright hierarchy. Seeing Pei Ye thought, turned his head to see the waiter coming with a pot, but couldn't help but frown.

". Miss Guan, what's wrong with serving people? You look down on them like this."

". Ah?" Guan Qianyan was bewildered.

Seeing Pei Ye took the pear soup and two empty cups from the waiter, and urged them to cool with true energy: "I am doing the same job as them, pay attention to your words."

He carried the pear soup and got up to go to Ming Qitian's side. Guan Qianyan reacted and couldn't help laughing. She quickly envied: "What you serve is a real prince, I am also willing to be a small servant beside the Sword Master, I don't know how good it is."

Seeing Pei Ye corrected seriously again: "I am not a small servant either."

He carried the pot and cups and walked towards Ming Qitian. The Wei-surname old man of the Flying Swallow Sword Sect signaled to the middle-aged man, and the man understood and stood up with his sword: "Wenyuan, Qizi. Zixin."

The Flying Swallow girl had been listening to the conversation at Seeing Pei Ye's table since just now. At this time, she looked up in a daze, and the middle-aged man said gently: "Go, follow me to greet the friends of Falling Flower Mountain."

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Ren Zixin had always admired their style and had been looking forward to going over, but after hearing Guan Qianyan's cold mockery just now, she suddenly didn't want to get up, just feeling that the self who was looking forward to running over to get to know them was extremely dazzling, and said in a daze: "No, Dad, you go."

The man was used to the sensitivity and changeability of the girl in the past two years, so he didn't persuade her, and took the two over.

After all, it was not really midsummer, and it was quite cool in the shade. Seeing Pei Ye carried the pear soup and walked over. As soon as he approached this carriage, his ears and mood seemed to calm down at the same time.

He knocked on the carriage window twice: "Miss Ming, drink a cup of pear soup."

"Thank you."

Seeing Pei Ye poured a cup, lifted the curtain and handed it in, leaning against the window and drinking the second cup: "Miss Ming, after arriving at the prefecture city later, are you leaving directly? I heard them say that the Sword Selection Meeting seems very lively."

"What kind of people are they?"

"I heard it's sword practitioners under 25 years old in the Shao Long area, and scattered practitioners under 35 years old."

"Mm, then don't delay the days." The woman lifted the curtain and handed out the cup, and the sound of flipping pages rang out inside the window again.

". Oh." Seeing Pei Ye took the cup, drank it clean inside, and sighed lightly, "Alas, I heard from Guan Qianyan that the Shao Long area is indeed not prosperous in martial arts. Not only are there only two sword sects at the Dao Enlightenment level in the area, Kongdong and Falling Flower, but among the sword practitioners under 25, there is not a single Mystic Gate member."

"Mystic Gate members under 25 are the most top-tier talented cultivators in any path. It's normal not to have any." The woman inside the curtain said, "Many sword practitioners actually don't love to improve their realm, but are more obsessed with studying sword principles. Other cultivators might have some."

"That's true." Seeing Pei Ye drank another cup and sighed lightly, "I don't know if Inspector Sui wants me to come before this Sword Selection Meeting, is it for me to fight or for me to watch. My whole body is still very painful."

"Mm." The woman responded, and seemed to lift the curtain corner to look at his hand, but Seeing Pei Ye turned his head, attracted by the movement beside him.

That was the canopy set up on the other side, tea soup set up, and the two from Falling Flower Mountain walked over talking slowly.

"The Flying Swallow Sword Sect has been in the 'Seven Swords' for many years, and it seems there is something to be done this year." Nan Guannu said.

"The wind changes, it has always been like this."

"They also guessed about the Sword Academy."

"All parties' actions can't be hidden. As long as there is a way to inquire about some news about Inspector Sui, you can vaguely see it." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Inspector Sui doesn't forbid it either."

"Indeed."

Xiang Zongyuan sat down: "Remember, after entering the city, mention any contact related to Inspector Sui with twelve points of caution and treat it properly."

"I naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to offend such an official."

"No, I mean it's better to do it better."

". What do you mean?"

Xiang Zongyuan was silent for a moment, turning the teacup in his hand: "News from the prefecture city, in just one month, there have been no corruption cases, no Divine Capital transfer orders, but the official positions of nearly ten officials with real power in the government office have changed."

Nan Guannu frowned.

"I'll give three examples: Ritual Terrace Assistant He Jieping was promoted to Junior Minister of the Official Terrace; Government Office Registrar Shen Yuling was promoted to Minister of the Engineering Terrace; and after Minister Gongsun Yue of the Ritual Terrace retired, Deputy Clerk Xiang Xiuxiao of the Government Office was promoted to Minister of the Ritual Terrace. This was decided yesterday."

"." Nan Guannu's eyebrows were extremely serious and earnest.

"The other transfers are about the same, all officials from the Ritual Terrace and the Government Office were transferred to key positions in the six terraces."

Nan Guannu was silent for a moment, and suddenly frowned: "What about Minister Qin Chuanyuan of the Engineering Terrace? He is not old, and his official career is just at the time of exertion. The Engineering Terrace is also a place he has managed for many years, how could he agree to give the position to Shen Yuling?"

"Not bad, unless there is a better place to go."

"The Minister of the Six Terraces is already a top official, where else can he go? Unless."

"Unless it is transferred to Chief Clerk of the Government Office."

"." Nan Guannu looked at him quietly, "Then Inspector Sui."

"Can only hang the Prefecture Magistrate seal."

"But isn't the position of Prefecture Magistrate—" Nan Guannu choked on a breath.

Xiang Zongyuan looked at her quietly and didn't say anything more, only saying: "Whether these trends are catching wind and shadows or true, we will know after entering the city. As long as we have this matter in our hearts."

"Mm, thank you, Senior Brother."

"Why thank me among fellow disciples."

Nan Guannu was quiet for a while: "Then this Sword Selection Meeting is more important than everyone thought."

The wing-spreading move of the new Governor.

"But this is another question." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Do you know how this Sword Selection Gold Roster is to be listed?"

"I heard there is an evaluation link, not entirely based on victory or defeat."

"Not bad. Winning is naturally in a high place, but it also depends on how you win, who you win, how old you are, and what your potential is. So it is not yet known how to compete, and after the competition, you have to 'point the gold roster' and jointly discuss a roster. This is the news I have received for the time being." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Many people just treat it as a big martial arts competition, which is thinking too little."

"Regardless, we have no problem taking two seats in the top five."

"Yes, but one first place is better than four top fives." Xiang Zongyuan said, "This kind of gold roster that reorders the Jianghu, we only want the first place."

"Which opponents have concerns?" Nan Guannu asked slowly.

"There are naturally strong opponents, but the concern is not here." Xiang Zongyuan said, "—I received a very strange piece of news this morning."

"What?"

"The government office issued direct invitation letters to 22 people in the entire Shao Long area, who can directly enter the gold roster. You and I both have this letter, this is not false. The rest are selected without thresholds. The ten arenas in the prefecture city have been fighting for ten days, and 300 people will be decided tomorrow. After that, the remaining quotas will be selected from these 300 people." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Finally, these people on the roster will ascend the Jade Sword Platform, gather and evaluate, and finally compile this gold roster. This is the news I have received for the time being."

"It sounds like there is no problem."

"Yes, but I suddenly learned the number of people to be selected from these 300 people this morning."

". Isn't it 50 people?"

"It is 49 people."

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Seeing Pei Ye drank the pear soup in his cup again. He was fascinated by listening, and suddenly there was a light breeze on his face. He turned his head, and the carriage curtain was lifted.

Seeing Pei Ye was stunned for a moment. The flawless face of the woman in the window was very close. He said in a daze: ". What's wrong, Miss Ming?"

The woman's quiet gaze drooped towards the empty cup she had handed to him long ago.

"When will you pour me the second cup?"

". Ah?"

Seeing Pei Ye looked at the woman's clear eyes, and he shook the teapot in his hand subconsciously. It was empty and clanking, and it had all gone into his stomach.

Miss Ming loves to eat pears, he remembered.

(End of chapter)

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