At this moment, the atmosphere on the deck of the Qingfeng Pavilion ferry was very strange.
Some people found it unbelievable, and felt that being able to see with their own eyes the people who confronted the monks from the Sikou Mansion today was also witnessing history.
Some people sneered in disdain, thinking that the man was just somersaulting off a cliff and courting his own death.
Some people looked reluctant and felt that it was not worth it for that person to stand up for a demon.
Some people had no expression on their faces, but just silently raised the wine gourd in their hands and took a sip, feeling very happy.
There was another person with a ferocious face and sinister eyes, but at this moment he was smiling, staring intently at the sword-holding scholar on the field who was already sweating profusely but still looking directly at the people in the Sikou Mansion.
Once, a teacher asked Liu Sanbian what great courage is.
"Do you like courage? I have heard that you are very courageous: if I shrink from it, I will go even if there are thousands of people against me."
I vaguely remember that the gentleman who never smiled in front of him, after he finished speaking, put down his chopsticks, took a sip of rice wine, raised the corners of his mouth, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.
Zhao Rong didn't know that Liu Sanbian saw the shadow of someone in him. He was holding his breath at this moment, and sweat was streaming down his temples, but he didn't wipe it off. Instead, he looked up at the young Sikou of the Sikou Mansion.
Suddenly, a sword light broke through the sea of clouds.
The man in sackcloth reached out and grabbed.
The object seemed to shrink into an inch and in the next second it was in the hands of the man in sackcloth.
It turned out to be a pocket-sized jade sword, which was vibrating slightly at this moment.
An anxious female voice was heard.
"Come quickly, I have found the trace of that beast."
The man in sackcloth clothes raised his eyebrows slightly, and the ten people behind him all looked serious when they heard his words, waiting for instructions.
The man in sackcloth clothes glanced down at Zhao Rong.
"Your last name is Zhao?"
Zhao Rong looked puzzled, wondering how he knew that, but he nodded anyway.
"My name is Zhao Rong, and my courtesy name is Ziyu." After thinking about it, he decided not to reveal his hometown.
"Why do the Zhao family members learn Confucianism? Ha, after learning this, they actually started to speak for the demon race."
"But I still have some courage."
Zhao Rong: “…”
The man in hemp clothes snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, turned around, and after saying a few words, he turned into a sword light that shot into the sky and fled thousands of miles away.
"Bai Wei stays here, and the rest of you go intercept other ferries."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the ten people from the Sikou Mansion said in unison.
Immediately afterwards, nine more sword lights flashed by, and only the cold-faced woman was left in the air.
Bai Wei looked at Zhao Rong carefully, then glanced at the little fox demon on the ground, then turned around and gave Qiao Yu and others a few instructions, supervising them to dock the ferry at a nearby ferry. Su Xiaoxiao's matter seemed to have come to nothing.
Zhao Rong was supporting himself on his knees, breathing heavily, as if a drowning man had just been rescued. He wiped the sweat from his head.
At this moment, he did not feel like he had survived a disaster, but rather was completely confused.
What did the man in sackcloth clothes mean?
Liu Sanbian walked over and probably saw his confusion.
"The one just now was the Junior Sikou of Sikou Mansion."
"His name is Zhao Qianqiu."
Zhao Rong frowned and was about to ask again when Gui's voice came slowly.
"You, a man with the surname Zhao, actually went to speak for the demon race. This is something I never expected. You are really something, Zhao Rong."
Gui's tone was very cheerful.
It had been at a disadvantage in recent arguments with Zhao Rong, so it decided to learn some skills from Rong and secretly learned some sentences that it thought were "extremely powerful". Now it finally found an opportunity to use them.
This weird feeling is really refreshing. Hey, why didn't I realize this is such a pleasant thing before?
Gui only felt that this was more satisfying than when he had destroyed the natal flying swords of so-called genius sword immortals.
Suddenly, it seemed to remember something and said:
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, but you didn't know that the Fuyao Elector who guards the gate of the Demon Wasteland in Kundu is also named Zhao."
"All the Zhaos in the world are descended from the Fuyao Zhaos."
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There are many sword practitioners in the Zhao family.
This is the consensus in the Xuanhuang cultivation world.
Throughout the ages, the Zhao family's Tianming Xuanniao clan emblem has been engraved on countless swords worn by sword immortals.
The Zhao family is proud of sword practitioners, and sword practitioners are also proud of the Zhao family.
During the human turmoil 70,000 years ago, Zhao Fu, the ancestor of the Zhao family, gave up the fight for the emperor in Zhongzhou and took the initiative to go to Xifu Demon Continent to block the ancient demon calamity and kill the ancient saint of the Kunpeng demon clan who attempted to summon ancient demons from outside the realm. Afterwards, Zhao Fu led a group of sword cultivators to guard the gate of the demon wasteland left by the ancient saint Kunpeng.
Emperor Cang ascended to the top and, remembering Zhao Fu's unprecedented contribution, named him the Elector of Subduing Demons, one of the nine guardians of the human race, bestowed him with an Elector Sword, and ordered him to build Kundu, so that his descendants would forever guard the gate of the Demon Wasteland.
Later, it was renamed by Emperor Cang. Xifuyaozhou became Xifuyaozhou, Fuyaohou became Fuyaohou, and Kundu became Kundu.
Nowadays, all the Zhao clans in the world are descended from the Fuyao Zhao clan, whether it is the Qianjing Zhao clan of Da Chu where Zhao Lingfei is from, or the Nanxiaoyaozhou Zhao clan of Zhao Rong, or the Yingchuan Zhao clan of Zhao Qianqiu, they are all branches of the Fuyao Zhao clan.
The descendants of each branch of the Zhao family are extremely competitive and have almost no "poor relatives". They are either kings, princes, generals or ministers of the secular dynasties, or they are from the cultivation families of the immortal sects. Although they are not as good as the main line, most of them are also extraordinary.
Moreover, the descendants of the Zhao family were very united. They helped each other and rarely had disputes. Whenever the main line of the Zhao family was in need, the descendants of all the branches in the Nine Continents would rush to Kundu with swords in hand to kill the monster.
At this moment, Zhao Qianqiu, who was speeding at an altitude of thousands of feet, felt a little depressed.
If he had not discovered long ago through the pair of jade pendants on the scholar's body that the scholar's surname was also Zhao, he would have slapped to death the scholar who dared to plead for the demon clan in front of him.
You know, studying Confucianism and sympathizing with the demon race are the two things he hates the most.
Very few of the Zhao family's descendants followed the Confucian path; at most, they would sharpen their weapons before battle when they were in the Haoran realm.
Because Fuyao Zhao clan has always been on good terms with Mohism and has an average relationship with Confucianism, there are even Confucian scholars who often criticize Fuyao Zhao clan for not restraining Kundu sword cultivators and being too harsh on the local monster tribe and killing them all, but Fuyao Zhao clan generally ignores them.
Thinking of Fuyao Zhao family, a gloomy look appeared between Zhao Qianqiu's brows.
He personally experienced the shocking incident that took place in Kundu more than ten years ago. It is still vivid in his mind and his heart aches whenever he thinks of it.
Suddenly, Zhao Qianqiu was furious as he thought of what the demon dragon in the spirit transformation realm had done in Anling Kingdom not long ago.
Above the nine heavens, wherever he passed, patches of sea of clouds exploded, sword energy was overwhelming, and the spirit was as powerful as a bull.
You are so bold! Do you really think that there is no one in my Zhao clan?
How dare you massacre the entire Zhao family in Anling State!
In fact, what shocked and angered Zhao Qianqiu the most was not that this bloody incident was the fourth massacre of the Zhao family in Wangquezhou in recent years, but that among the Zhao family of Anling State that was exterminated this time, there was a young man named Zhao who was known as the Sword Immortal Meiyu.
This young man has an excellent talent for sword cultivation and is a true sword immortal in the making. In the Haoran Realm, he has already produced two natal flying swords, both of which are of good quality.
This young Zhao family member, together with the extremely famous Concubine Zhao Lingfei from the Four Prefectures of Taiqing, are regarded as the twin pearls of the Zhao family in Wangquezhou of this generation by the Zhao family elders who are practicing in Tianya Sword Pavilion.
Zhao Lingfei had already been chosen by the head of the Sword Pavilion. Once she graduated from the Four Prefectures of Taiqing, she would immediately join the Tianya Sword Pavilion and become a direct disciple. The Sword Pavilion didn't even worry that she would not be able to graduate.
And the young man from the Zhao family was accepted as the closed disciple by his uncle Zhao Qianqiu at an early stage.
But what no one expected was that not long after the young man from the Zhao family returned to Anling Kingdom to visit his parents, he received the tragic news that he had died.
Zhao Qianqiu now vaguely understood that the events targeting the Zhao clan branches over the years were not just a simple revenge by the local demon clan of Xuanhuang. He was almost certain now...
There is an ancient demon in the Demonic Gate causing trouble!