Ever since Ye Ling woke up, he seemed to want to make up for the time he had lost while sleeping, and he asked Luo Lan Hill to go out and play and go shopping together every day.
Unsurprisingly, what happened in Ye Mansion that day spread throughout Luojing, and all kinds of gossip circulated for a while.
When everyone saw that Ling Hu had no news after being rescued, and Zongxuesi did not come out to question Luo Lanxier, some people began to speculate.
"In my opinion, that girl must really be a royal relative. Otherwise, why would the usually arrogant and domineering Zongxue Division be so quiet this time? Although Ling Hu is not the head of the Zongxue Division, he is also a well-known royal prince within the division, and his future is promising."
"If that girl really had no background, she would have been arrested and investigated immediately. You have to know that this is Luojing, the number one city in the world. Lord Chifeng is at his feet. Who dares to act wildly?"
"That makes sense. If you think about it carefully, it is indeed true." Many people nearby agreed.
"Oh, it doesn't matter who it is. I've been in Luojing for decades, so I know everything there is to know."
"Then tell me, what is the origin of this girl?" Everyone asked curiously again.
"Well, I can't be 100% sure about this, but I can still make a guess." He took a sip of tea and started talking again with great interest.
"The most likely possibility now is that this young lady is a descendant of a royal family who lives in seclusion to practice cultivation, but is not well-known."
"That's true, but it feels a little off." Everyone felt it wasn't exciting enough.
"Ahem, maybe he's the illegitimate son of a certain prince or the one above..." His voice suddenly became softer.
"What else?"
"Or perhaps, this isn't her real name, but an alias. However, due to her special identity, the Zongxue Division had no choice but to turn a blind eye."
"That's interesting. Where did she come from originally?"
Inside the teahouse, people were talking and chatting noisily. On the second floor, two people sat quietly, enjoying a light meal.
"It seems we have missed a good show, senior brother." A woman in simple clothes said to the man next to her.
"Then you missed it." The senior brother was wearing simple clothes with a straw raincoat on the outside, like a fisherman on the river.
"But brother, aren't you very capable? How come you didn't predict something like this?" The woman ate the white jade tofu and complained in a low voice with a bit of regret.
"If you have to calculate everything, then such a life will be very tiring. I, your senior brother, want to live a few more years." Although he looked as pale as a scholar, his speed in picking up dishes did not slow down at all. The chopsticks of the two of them were like swords, quietly clashing on the table.
After several exchanges, the food on the table was quickly eaten up, and finally the two of them finished their lunch and sat for a while.
"Brother, are you really confident in this sword fight in the Red Tower?" Thinking that the time was approaching, the woman in plain clothes asked with some concern.
"No." A very direct answer.
"Then you..." She wanted to say something, but couldn't find any good adjectives.
"Then why are you so calm? You know, we don't have any money to go back home."
"Why spend money? When the time comes, just find a tree and cut it into a bamboo raft and float it down the river."
"But...but Junior Sister, I don't have the ability of Senior Brother to reach the sky, so I can only ride the boat like a loser. I still want to sleep in the bed."
"Indeed, my junior sister is a waste. As her senior brother, I can only give it a try reluctantly." After hearing this answer, the man nodded in agreement.
"Well, Qianlue, my master who has passed away, please open your eyes and take a good look at the disciple you trained. He is so cold-blooded and heartless, and has no sympathy or care for me, your junior sister." The woman pretended to pray.
"Master won't listen to you. The amount of paper I burn for him every year is three times what you do. With Master's greedy personality, he will definitely stand on my side." The senior brother looked indifferent.
"Damn it! You actually burned paper for that old man behind my back."
"Ah, is this still done secretly? Isn't it because my junior sister usually buys too much rouge and powder and has no money to burn it?" The man looked surprised.
"I've always been considerate of your pride and didn't want you to be hurt, so I didn't tell you. In fact, when I burned paper, Uncle Wang from the neighboring village was always watching. He always did it in a fair and honest manner."
"My poor old master worked hard all his life, but he wanted to build a good tomb but had no money. So before he died, he made a wish for the two of us to come to Luojing to try our luck. He said that after we made money, we would return to our hometown to help him repair the tomb."
"Otherwise, I would be living happily in the mountains, eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating. Why would I come all the way here with my junior sister? You really blamed me wrongly."
"Uh...that seems to be the case." The woman could hardly keep up with her senior brother's pace.
"That's right, junior sister, you should hate the master who didn't leave you any private money, and you should also be grateful to me, your senior brother, who has helped you along the way." He said righteously.
"I always feel like something is wrong..." The woman always felt that the current situation was not quite what she expected.
"Alright, Junior Sister, with my intelligence, it's hard for me to explain the details. Now it's time to pay and leave. The waiter saw us finish eating and has already glanced at us three times. He's itching to move. If he comes over and talks to us, both of our reputations will be reduced, which is really not in line with the Yunhe Sect's noble and upright style."
"Okay, let's go." With that, the two of them finally paid the bill and left before the waiter ran out of patience.
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The story about the mysterious girl in Ye Mansion was widely circulated in Luojing for several days, but because the Zongxue Division remained silent and did not respond, everyone was finally attracted by another major event.
That is the Red Tower Sword Fighting held once every ten years, and its full name should be "The Sword Fighting in the Red Tower of the Dark City".
This activity originated from the seven sword sects in ancient times. They would exchange sword skills every once in a while, and each sect would send out several disciples to fight with swords in a red pavilion.
The building is seven stories high, each floor is divided into several rooms, and there are multiple entrances at the bottom. After entering the entrance, every two people will meet in a room, and the winner will ascend to the next floor.
The elimination process continues layer by layer until the strongest person is finally chosen to reach the top and take off the purple tasseled spike hanging on the top of the red building.
This long purple tassel symbolizes great honor and fame, and can usually be tied to the end of the hilt as a decoration.
Because of its high gold content and the extremely powerful sword sect at that time, it attracted more and more people to watch as it was held year after year, and many more people came to join in.
Gradually, until now, the sword fighting in Chilou has evolved into a martial arts competition to compete for the best in the world, and the venue has been moved to the edge of Jinghu Lake in Luojing.
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