Zhao Rong put down his wine glass and looked seriously at Lin Wenruo who was slightly in deep thought.

Zhao Rong had wanted to find out about this question for a long time.

Finally, Lin Wenruo narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke slowly:

"I don't know much about the election of the human race. After all, what we monks of the Hundred Schools are most concerned about is the debate among various schools of thought in the Jixia Academy. This is related to the continuation of the Taoist tradition, so I seldom hear about the election of the human race in the academy."

"And the nine legendary elector families are all ancient families with a history of ten thousand years. Some of them even existed before Emperor Xuan led the human race to conquer the Xuanhuang Realm. Most of them are extremely low-key. Oh, if I hadn't read "The Law of the Emperor Xuan", I wouldn't have known that there were nine electors, because in the news circulating on the mountain, I only heard the names of a few of them."

"Well, back to your question, Tzuyu, luckily, the Elector of Fuyao happens to be one of the few I know of."

"At present, the situation of the Fuyao Electorate Palace can be summed up in four words."

Lin Wenruo glanced at the Zhao family member in front of him and uttered four words softly.

“Very bad.”

“How bad is it?”

"Destroy the whole family."

"What?"

"The Fuyao Electorate House in Kundu was wiped out. To be more precise, all the direct descendants of the Fuyao Zhao family were killed. However, it is no different from being wiped out. An ancient family with a history of 70,000 years has fallen just like that."

"A family like this can disappear just like that." Lin Wenruo shook his head, took a sip of wine, and sighed, "Alas, the ancestor of the Fuyao Zhao family was the ancient swordsman who could kill the ancient sage Kunpeng with his sword. He was the glory of the human swordsmanship and the pride of the Xuanhuang human race."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and was about to speak when he was interrupted.

"Wait, hiss."

Lin Wenruo suddenly thought of something and looked up and said, "I heard rumors on the mountain that a direct descendant of the family escaped and is nowhere to be found."

"I just don't know if it's true or not, because we can't find the body."

Zhao Rong frowned, thought for a moment, and asked from the beginning, "Which force destroyed the Fuyao Marquis Mansion?"

"Who else could it be? They are guarding the ancient monsters in the gate of the monster wilderness. It is impossible that it was done by the forces of our human race. Who is the elector? If you dare to attack him, you are defying the supreme law code of the human race, the "Xuan Di Law"... Oh, that's not right, Ziyu. After hearing you ask this, I think it is a bit possible."

"Although the forces within the human race cannot take action openly, they can secretly trip them up and help the ancient monsters within the sect, making them their knives. After all, they should be the ones who hate the Fuyao Zhao family the most in the world."

The more the tall scholar thought about it, the more he thought it was possible. He was resourceful and good at calculating, and he had done many things like killing people with borrowed knives. He suddenly felt that the destruction of the Electorate Palace of Fuyao might not be as simple as it seemed.

But after a while, he shook his head to dispel these thoughts.

"Whether it is true or not, it is not something we can interfere with. Don't even think about it. This is the Fuyao Electorate Palace where sword immortals are everywhere. The forces that have grudges against them and are capable of taking action are at least of equal status. They are the top few of the human race. We don't know how deep the water behind this is. Even if an ordinary seventh-level cultivator is involved, he will probably die without a trace."

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, then continued, "When was the Fuyao Marquis' Mansion wiped out?"

"Seventeen years ago."

The ordinary Confucian scholar pursed his lips.

"How exactly was the family wiped out?"

"I don't know the specific circumstances, I just know it was the work of an ancient demon."

"What about Kundu? How is the situation? Has the ancient monster inside the gate conquered Kundu?"

"No, they have been suppressed. Don't worry, the Monster Gate should be fine. When the Fuyao Electorate Palace was here, it had an absolute advantage. After the incident seventeen years ago, the Tai'a Sword Pavilion and the Mohist School, who were on good terms with the Fuyao Electorate Palace, temporarily took over Kundu. Over the years, I haven't heard of any disturbances in the gate."

Zhao Rong put down the wine glass in his hand and asked, "Is the missing direct descendant a man or a woman?"

Lin Wenruo couldn't help but glance at Zhao Rong. "I don't know whether it's a boy or a girl. This person was just born when the Fuyao Marquis's mansion was wiped out. I only know that the old Fuyao Marquis named this grandson... Zhao Qingyi."

Zhao Rong lowered his head slightly, staring at the empty wine glass on the table, and said in a deep voice: "I heard that every elector has an elector sword. Is the Fuyao elector sword in Zhao Qingyi's possession?"

Lin Wenruo raised his eyebrows, wondering why he would ask such a question. He carefully looked at Zhao Rong's expression, then looked at the empty wine glass he was staring at.

"I don't know, but the Fuyao Elector Sword did disappear in that incident. I'm sure of that because it caused such a big stir."

"Nine swords of electors, each of which is of a grade no lower than that of a holy weapon, and symbolizes the authority of the human electorate. They are of great significance and are treasures of the human race. Some say it was taken away by Zhao Qingyi, some say it was stolen by an ancient monster, and some even say the sword has been destroyed... Tai'a Sword Pavilion and the Mohist School have been trying their best to find it, and even the Mohist leader went to the Monster Wasteland Gate in person, but they still haven't found it."

"The Elector Sword disappeared along with Zhao Qingyi. It remains a mystery as to where the two are, or whether they still exist."

The young scholar asked another question that Lin Wenruo had not expected, "What is the name of the Fuyao Elector Sword?"

The tall scholar shook his head. "I don't know. The true names of the nine swords of the Elector are all secrets and have long been lost in the long river of history."

Suddenly, Lin Wenruo carefully looked up and down at Zhao Rong, who was wearing a green Confucian robe. He leaned forward slightly, his mouth curved into an arc, and squinted his eyes and said:

"Tzuyu is seventeen this year."

The young scholar suddenly picked up the wine pot and poured half a cup of wine into the glass without saying a word.

"I've seen Tzuyu often wear a sword with a black bird pattern on it."

The young scholar took off the sword from his waist and placed it on the table lightly. He continued to remain silent, staring at the wine glass with his eyes downcast.

"Tzuyu can't be... Zhao Qingyi."

The young scholar's eyelids lifted slightly, revealing more clear eyes. A half-full wine glass was reflected in his clear pupils, and a calm face was hidden in the clear wine in the glass.

The tall scholar stared at her with an inexplicable smile.

The young scholar remained expressionless.

at this time.

Inside the boat, everything seemed to be still except for the swaying water surface in the wine glass.

The space is dull and the atmosphere is eerie.

Outside at the bow, the sound of Su Xiaoxiao paddling in the water with her bare feet could be heard slowly.

So close, yet so far away.

At a certain moment, the young scholar came to life. With his left hand as fast as lightning, he grabbed the sword left by his mother and held it horizontally at his eyebrows. With his right hand, he grasped the handle. When the sword was three inches out of the sheath, a cold light flashed and white frost washed his eyes.

There are four eyes on the mirror-like sword at this moment, one on each face and one in pair, as if they are looking directly at the opponent through the sword.

Suddenly, the cabin darkened and the sword was sheathed.

Zhao Rong casually threw the sword to Lin Wenruo and nodded.

He said seriously: "Sure enough, with your wisdom, I still can't hide it from you."

"I'm not pretending anymore. I'm telling you my true colors. I am Zhao Qingyi."

Zhao Rong tilted his head and spread his hands.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

“Puff!”

"Ha ha!"

I don't know who failed first, but they both started laughing.

Lin Wenruo did not check Wen Jian and handed it back directly.

Zhao Rong took it and put it aside casually.

After a while, Lin Wenruo said seriously:

"Tzuyu, don't make this joke outside in the future, because there are many forces looking for Zhao Qingyi. No matter if he was once an enemy or an ally of the Fuyao Zhao family, if he is found by them before he grows up, his fate will be death or a life worse than death."

Suddenly, he leaned forward and emphasized again, "No matter if they were former enemies or allies, they cannot be trusted!"

Then, he returned to his original position, but his tone remained serious, "So Tzuyu must not get any trace of this man, otherwise the slightest suspicion will lead to a fatal disaster, remember, remember."

Zhao Rong nodded and said softly, "Recently, the Sikou Mansion has blocked dozens of countries north of Zhishui Country. Is it because of Zhao Qingyi?"

Lin Wenruo thought for a moment, "The cause of this incident is that the Zhao family of Anling State was exterminated by a great demon. This kind of thing has become uncommon in recent years, and it happens in every continent. At first, people on the mountain were discussing whether some forces were looking for Zhao Qingyi, but later they got used to it."

"And every once in a while there are rumors of Zhao Qingyi's appearance. The most recent one, I remember, was last July. A 16-year-old boy from the Zhao family in South Xiaoyaozhou claimed to be Zhao Qingyi. As for what happened afterwards, I don't know. There has been no news since then."

"So who knows whether it is Zhao Qingyi or not. Everyone is used to this matter."

"However, your Zhao family branch has had a hard time these years, but Ziyu, don't worry. Just stay out of this and study with peace of mind. Ziyu is a Confucianist, so your future will surely be bright."

After that, the two continued drinking, but at a certain moment, Zhao Rong's expression changed slightly because Gui spoke.

"Don't make blind guesses. I'm not sure whether you are Zhao Qingyi or not, but Fu Shi is not the Elector's Sword, and neither is your sword, because the Elector's Sword has its true name engraved on its blade."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, but before he could ask, it had already spoken, revealing its extremely secret real name.

"It's called... Taihuang."