Chapter 833: Great Melee of the Four Great Classics

Who is this?

Jia Lian?

No, I've seen Jia Lian a few times—could it be the legendary Jia Baoyu, born holding a jade?

A group of people whispered among themselves.

Before his marriage, Jia Lian was also a dissolute playboy who roamed everywhere, and he had some contact with these noble heirs,

but because he didn't practice martial arts, few of the noble heirs looked up to him, and those who could hang out with him were mostly of similar type.

As for this martial arts building, they avoided it as much as possible.

They had less contact with the noble heirs who often hung around the martial arts building.

If a conflict broke out here and someone got beaten, there'd be nowhere to seek justice—just have to endure it and find a chance to retaliate later.

Last time, Xue Baochai broke the limbs of those playboys on the street, which led to elders coming to her door, and then the incident of being hung upside down on the Jia family's outer wall occurred.

If it happened in the martial arts building (training ground), such a door-to-door confrontation would basically not happen.

Haven't you seen Lin Daiyu barge in directly, beat someone up, and swagger away, while Lin Dao just smiled?

The rules are laid out here.

Basically, the noble heirs of the imperial city are divided into three types: one type is like Li Qi and Li Lin, who have achieved something in martial arts and formed a large circle, which further subdivides into various big and small circles based on family status and personal ability, and these circles are not strictly separated—they overlap.

The second type is like Jia Lian, who doesn't practice martial arts, so has little overlap with these people, but still has some contact.

The third type is the rarest—like Jia Baoyu, raised in a martial atmosphere yet still among the few "ladies of noble families."

Jia Lian at least has a group of "noble fox friends and dog companions" similar to him.

Jia Baoyu has only two or three little cats as companions; his friends are people like Feng Ziying and Liu Xianglian, and also Jiang Yuhan and Qin Zhong—none of whom count as noble heirs.

Jia Baoyu makes friends without regard to status—after all, his own status isn't low—he only cares whether others are good-looking or not.

If you're good-looking, we're brothers!

Jia Rong used to be somewhere between the third and second types.

He was timid by nature, not fond of going out—after all, the house had so many beautiful maids, and besides, he didn't mind sharing the same path as his father.

He also didn't have a "shrewish wife" like Jia Lian, suffering all over and needing to run outside all day to vent.

It's normal for a bunch of people not to recognize this "Jia Rong."

Tang Luo completely ignored these people's gazes, lifted his feet, and walked into the martial arts building.

The hall on the first floor of the martial arts building was now noisy with voices, and even the walking space was partially blocked.

People were shocked to realize that there were actually this many noble heirs in the imperial city?

Actually, it wasn't that exaggerated—the crowd also mixed in not a few "martial companions" and personal guards and such.

So it appeared especially crowded.

Moreover, the second, third, and fourth floors also had quite a few people.

Going higher up, there weren't many people left.

Everyone was waiting for Li Qi of the ninth floor and the Jia family's Thirteen Guardians to come down, heading to the training ground.

Fighting definitely couldn't happen in the martial arts building.

Although the martial arts building was sturdy, it was also a gathering place, not specially built for fighting.

Lin Daiyu and Li Li exchanged only one move, and they destroyed the luxurious private room seven-eighths of the way.

Don't think Lin Daiyu walked away so nonchalantly—behind her, Li Li was paying compensation.

Exactly, there's no saying like "lose and go to the hospital, win and go to the prison"—no such thing as not fighting here.

The winner takes all, the loser just suffers bad luck.

Now that I've gone up, I can't see anyone; later I'll still have to come down—better to wait on the lower few floors.

As Tang Luo walked along, he attracted many gazes; the noisy crowd gradually quieted, and the people before him parted like a tide, letting him go up to the second floor.

Only after his figure completely disappeared did the discussion resume: "Who is he?"

"Did he come down from the Jia family carriage?"

"Does the Jia family even have this person?"

"Hey, why did you just make way earlier? Losing face!"

"I don't know—you're talking nonsense! Talking like you didn't make way either!"

"Was I making way? I was just seeing you move and following along with a little shift. A martial artist's action—could that be called making way? It's called stretching tendons and bones!" said the martial arts Kong Yiji, full of conviction.

A group of people gradually started arguing again.

"Pa!"

A loud "slap" sound rang out as someone slapped their thigh and said: "I know! I know who this person is!"

"Who?"

Everyone turned to look.

"Hmph." That person, however, lifted the drink in front of them and took a sip: "You definitely can't guess who he is."

He openly sold the mystery.

Seeing a bunch of chopsticks and wine cups about to be thrown at his head, the person hurriedly said: "I say! I say! It's Jia Rong!"

Upon hearing this name, everyone froze for a moment before realizing who was being referred to.

Jia Rong, the current Duke of Xuan State!

Who would have thought he'd actually come in person today?

"No wonder I just suddenly made way earlier—turns out he's the number one person below the Grandmaster, the Duke of Xuan State himself has arrived—normal, normal."

"I was actually supporting myself for a breath before making way!"

Making way instantly became a feat worth boasting about endlessly.

In most people's hearts, the Duke of Xuan is an "idol".

You should know that, if we go by normal seniority, most people here are of the same generation as Jia Lian and Jia Baoyu.

Jia Rong is still one generation younger than them.

But now, others hold the title of Duke of Xuan, the foremost person under the Grand Master of Great Qian, a man fiercer than the Qilin of the Li family.

How could one not feel longing and admiration?

Of course, there are also some with higher status and greater talent among the aristocratic youth who do not admire him.

Jia Rong's sudden rise and the Jia family's ascent will directly harm their interests, making them enemies, not friends.

The more outstanding Jia Rong becomes, the more they feel wary, even jealous and hateful.

Arrived at the ninth floor of the Martial Arts Tower.

The private room where Lin Daiyu once scolded Li Lin has, of course, been tidied up again.

From inside came faint sounds, and the atmosphere was not as tense with drawn swords as the outside world claimed.

On the contrary, it was quite lively.

Tang Luo pushed the door open and entered; the sound stopped, and several piercing gazes shot over like knives.

Then they immediately softened.

"Second Prince!"

Xue Baochai, Lin Daiyu, and others stood up.

Six of the Jia family's Thirteen Guardians have come; besides Lin and Xue Baochai, there are also Qingwen, Xiangling, Zijuan, and Ying'er.

Adding the "host" Li Qi, all are young ladies.

But just a moment ago, when someone pushed the door open silently, everyone suddenly realized and released a murderous aura that could probably scare Jia Baoyu to death.

"What Second Prince, stop listening to that monkey's words." Tang Luo casually pulled over a chair and sat down.

The King of Flower-Fruit Mountain is naturally Sun Wukong, the Second Prince Tang Luo, and so on, the Third Prince Zhu Bajie, the Fourth Prince Sha Wujing, and the Little Prince Ao Yulie.

Now it is the Great King Sun, "Rong Second Prince".

Xue Baochai and the others laughed and poured Tang Luo a cup of clear tea.

They clearly know that this current head of the Jia family dislikes alcohol, which is completely different from the former Jia Rong.

The fear from the first meeting has basically disappeared now.

On the other side, Li Qi's expression was somewhat strange; Jia Rong naturally recognizes him (having seen his portrait).

But even if he is the Duke of Xuan, in terms of seniority, he is still a junior to Lin and Xue.

Now the way they interact has been reversed, as if this group of Jia family guardians were his disciples and grandchildren.

Could it be that becoming a Grand Master (with Lin Dao as one of the Grand Masters, knowing Tang Luo's "true strength," and Li Qi and Li Lin later being informed) would make one's mindset grow old?

"Paying respects to Your Lordship!"

Li Qi felt some doubt in his heart, but on his face he dared not delay, stood up and performed the salute.

Tang Luo smiled gently, behaving like an elder: "How long do you plan to rest this time upon returning?"

"It should be a while longer……" Li Qi said truthfully.

Feeling a bit unwilling, she actually wishes to continue achieving merit, but the world does not allow it—first, overall peace prevails, and no one will rashly provoke war.

Second, after all, she is a daughter, and with Li Lin not yielding to her in the slightest, she cannot possibly be truly entrusted with important duties.

A mere empty title of "Marquis of Nine Phoenixes" basically ends there.

"It won't be long. Soon, Great Yin and Great Qian will go to war, not a small skirmish; if no blood is shed, it won't stop." Tang Luo said, "When the time comes, I will nominate you to the front lines; you lead this group of girls, and together we will slaughter those one hundred and eight stars until not a single scale remains."

Li Qi was stunned: "Really?"

Tang Luo nodded.

Li Qi's face first showed joy, then sank, as he thought of many things at once.

If Great Yin and Great Qian truly go to war, speaking honestly, she might not really have anything to do.

Her younger brother Li Lin is the one who should truly shine.

Now that the Grand Master Xuanzun has spoken, the Emperor and her father will naturally agree, but if so, her relationship with her family……

Moreover, battlefield carnage—even a Grand Master dare not say they can preserve their life among ten thousand troops.

If she dies there, things will slide into an irretrievable abyss.

"This girl thinks too much." Suddenly, another voice came.

Again, someone entered without anyone noticing.

It was as if this Martial Arts Tower were a sieve leaking wind from all sides.

A gust of cold wind blew in, and the originally closed window was somehow opened.

Two more people appeared in the room: Sun Wukong, Jia Huan (Ao Yulie).

Originally they came to watch the fight, but then even the master came, and they were chatting, so they couldn't hold back.

"Don't worry, if you fight well, I will take you as a guardian of Flower-Fruit Mountain; then, in heaven and earth, you may go wherever you wish. Whoever dares to bully you, just shout 'Great King save me!'" Sun Wukong said.

"Paying respects to Great Master Sun."

Li Qi quickly realized who this uninvited stranger was.

"Call me Great King." Sun Wukong has recently become addicted, immersed in the identity of "Great King" and unable to extricate himself.

"Alright, alright, make a move, get to know each other; later we will still fight side by side." Tang Luo reached out and lightly grasped, then threw.

In the room, a group of delicate youths were caught in one net by the great hand seal, "flew out" through the window, and were "thrown" onto the drill field.

Many people also gathered around the drill field.

Seeing a group of people descend from the sky, they were stunned.

Li Qi also felt shocked in his heart—is this the strength of a Grand Master?

"Sister, shall we have a match?" After steadying herself, Lin Daiyu proactively invited a fight.

"Good!"

Li Qi lightly exhaled and agreed.

Never mind, let's first fight a few rounds properly before talking!

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Five days later, news of the great upheaval in Dayin arrived, and Song Jiang ascended to power.

Before Dayan could respond to this matter, Dayin began deploying troops and spread the news that the "Former Emperor" died due to Dayan spies, necessitating blood for blood.

Infuriated, the Kaiyuan Emperor smashed the table on the spot.

I've seen shameless people, but never someone this shameless.

Immediately responding, they declared Song Jiang a rebellious minister and traitor; Dayan and Dayin mutually guarded each other, the royal clans having long-standing good relations, thus they would surely send troops to Dayin to avenge the late Emperor Liyang (the deceased Dayin emperor) and restore a clear and bright heaven and earth.

Each one spoke more eloquently than singing.

Soon, Marquis Jiu Feng received the decree, leading the Thirteen Guardians of the Jia Family as they departed for the frontier.

Subsequently, Li Lin and others, the gate tiger sons, also set out from the imperial city.

The Great Cauldron then issued a statement, expressing concern over the war between the two nations; on the surface urging both sides to restrain and remain calm, but in reality, the Three Kings had already each dispatched small teams to the battlefield.

The Four Great Classics in chaos, officially opening!