After learning that Song Qianning agreed to compete with Taoist Ming Yin, Gu Yunji immediately sent his men to build momentum for the upcoming fight between the two.

The Taoist Master Ming Yin he found was a real capable person. Since Song Qianning was overestimating herself and wanted to embarrass herself, she would add fuel to the fire.

When the result of the battle comes out, it will not only be Song Qianning who will be embarrassed, but also the entire Regent's Palace.

If everything goes well, Qin Ye can get into trouble.

There are still a few days before the battle, but Gu Yunji is already getting impatient, eager to see Song Qianning and the Regent's Mansion embarrassed.

With Gu Yunji's deliberate actions, the news of the battle between Song Qianning and Taoist Ming Yin quickly spread throughout the capital, and everyone in the streets and alleys knew about it.

Walking on the street, you can hear people discussing this matter. Everyone is curious and looking forward to the fight between the two, and looking forward to watching the fun.

Whether it is officials and powerful people or ordinary people, without exception, they are not optimistic about Song Qianning.

"No matter how powerful the Princess Regent is, she is still a woman. She actually dares to claim that she is an enlightened person. I'm afraid there will be a lot of fun to watch."

"I heard that Taoist Master Ming Yin is a very capable person. The Princess Regent is in big trouble."

"Ah, you said the Princess Regent was fine, why did she want to fight with others? Isn't this nonsense?"

"Who knows? Anyway, we can just wait and see what happens."

As for who would win between Song Qianning and Taoist Ming Yin, almost everyone favored the latter.

After all, just from the appearance of the two, you can tell who is more powerful.

At least Taoist Ming Yin, who looks like an immortal on the surface, looks more like a Taoist than Song Qianning.

There were also people in the capital who were betting on who would win the fight between the two. Nine and a half out of ten were betting that Song Qianning would lose.

Amidst the discussions among the people in the capital, the day of the duel soon arrived.

The place where the two fought was in an open space that could accommodate many people.

On that day, many people came to the open field, and even the emperor in the palace heard about the music fight.

On that day, he personally left the palace with his entourage of guards to watch the fight between the two, and many court ministers also accompanied him.

There was a platform in the open space, on which sat Taoist Ming Yin and Song Qianning. In front of each of them was a table and an jar for performing rituals.

Seeing that even the emperor had come in person, Taoist Ming Yin's eyes lit up, his chest straightened a little, and he glanced at Song Qian beside him.

He looked so arrogant that anyone who didn't know would think he had won the fight.

Unlike Taoist Master Ming Yin who was fully prepared and wanted to bring all his belongings with him, there were only three simple incense sticks on the table in front of Song Qianning. There was no peach wood, cinnabar, talisman paper or other items.

It doesn't seem like a battle, but rather like they are just here to join in the fun.

"Hey, if you admit defeat now, it's not too late. When the fight starts, I won't give you a chance to regret it."

When he spoke, Taoist Ming Yin had a face full of compassion for the world, but Song Qianning rolled her eyes at him: "What a coincidence, these are the words I wanted to say to you."

"Hmph." Taoist Ming Yin shook his head. "Since you are so ungrateful, I will teach you a lesson later and let you understand what true enlightenment is."

The content of the competition between the two today is to call the wind and rain in public, and whoever can succeed will be the winner.

When the time for the competition came, Taoist Ming Yin picked up the alchemy brush on the table with great vigor, dipped it in cinnabar, and began to draw talismans on the talisman paper with his brush.

Soon several pieces of talisman paper took shape. He picked up the talisman paper with a peach wood sword and threw it into the altar. It ignited without fire.

With his immortal face and white hair, he really looks like a Taoist master.

Some of the ministers below looked between the two of them, and finally looked at Song Qianning with sympathy.

Almost no one, including all the ministers present, believed that Song Qianning would win.

After picking up the talisman paper and throwing it onto the altar, Taoist Ming Yin circled the altar again, jumping up and down, muttering to himself, "The Supreme Lord Lao is as urgent as a command, summoning the wind and rain..."

Song Qianning, who was not far away, looked at the mysterious Taoist Ming Yin with an increasingly meaningful look in his eyes and a sarcastic smile.

Just as Taoist Master Mingyin was practicing confidently, the temperature in the sky suddenly began to drop.

Feeling the change in temperature, Taoist Ming Yin's pride almost turned into reality.

However, Taoist Ming Yin's pride did not last long. The temperature in the sky dropped more and more sharply, directly breaking through the normal temperature, making people feel cold, and the sounds of sneezing and breathing in cold air rang out one after another.

In less than a few seconds, hail suddenly fell from the sky and hit people's heads, causing pain.

Even the emperor and his accompanying ministers were affected.

Seeing this, the guards' faces changed. They quickly stepped forward to protect the emperor and shouted, "Quickly escort His Majesty back to the palace!"

After shouting, the imperial guard looked at the minions on the stage and drew his sword: "Go and capture the thief who is plotting to murder Your Majesty!"

As soon as the hail started to fall from the sky, Taoist Ming Yin stood there with a look of disbelief on his face.

He was clearly summoning rain, how did it turn into hail?!

He frantically tried to cast the spell again, but it was of no use at all. The hailstones falling from the sky became more and more frequent.

When he saw the guards surrounding him, Taoist Ming Yin's face turned pale and he could not hide his panic.

"No, no, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, I just made a mistake..."

The guards ignored Taoist Mingyin's explanation and grabbed the man.

Taking everything in, Song Qianning was so happy that she almost hummed a song in public, and her whole body exuded a joyful aura.

Just now, it was revealed that Taoist Master Mingyin was able to attract hail because she secretly used magic to attract hail when the other party was casting a spell.

Looking up at the hailstones falling, Qin Ye frowned and walked over: "A Ning, come back with me."

Knowing that Qin Ye was worried about her, Song Qianning gave him a reassuring look and patted his shoulder at the end: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be trying to be stubborn, Qin Ye's brows relaxed and he didn't forcibly take her away from the stage.

After speaking with Qin Ye, Song Qianning looked at the emperor and the others who were about to leave, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please stay. I have a way to disperse the hail."

After what just happened, the ministers didn’t believe that the two of them could really call the wind and rain, and they didn’t believe that Song Qianning could disperse the hail.

Knowing that others didn't believe her, Song Qianning said directly: "Whether what I said is true or not, Your Majesty and the others will know after taking a look."

After saying that, she lowered her head and inserted the three incense sticks in front of her into the altar, and recited a spell in front of everyone.

In fact, Song Qianning didn't need to chant spells or burn incense to dispel the hail. She was just pretending to do these things.

Just as everyone was discussing what Song Qianning said, the hail suddenly stopped falling.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the city soon returned to its original clear sky.

After a brief silence, cheers broke out, one louder than the other.