Chapter 146 A large wave of fiancées arrives

At the autumn fight yesterday, after Ji You's last seven swords had all been chopped down, Chu He fell out of the arena again, but he stood up quickly.

Although he was covered in blood, his numb expression showed that he was fine.

At that time, everyone thought Chu He was fine and that the seven swords had only caused superficial injuries.

So they were waiting for the second game, waiting for more of the "Chu family's heritage."

But in fact, although Chu He looked unharmed at that time, his hand bones had been broken by the heavy sword energy.

If he had raised his hands at that time, perhaps everyone would have seen two severed hands with flesh and skin hanging down.

It is said that the Chu family was very nervous at the time and did not allow outsiders to contact Chu He.

The head office then sent a disciple to check Chu He's hands.

In fact, it is not quite appropriate to say that they are broken, because those hands are actually broken.

What made the disciples of the Dean's Office feel strange was that Chu He had no reaction at all, nor did he show any expression of pain. His grey eyes were constantly dazed, as if he had lost his soul.

Whether out of love for his son or for some other reason, the head of the Chu family directly refused the second game and hurried away with Chu He.

If there is no way to play, the game will naturally end.

Then there is no need to continue the so-called best-of-three format.

Out of respect for the Chu family, the Office of the President did not make the result public.

In fact, the results of the Autumn Fight in previous years have never been deliberately announced to the outside world, because this dispute between the outer courtyards of Tianshu Academy is, after all, just a small matter.

It’s just because Ji You is so famous and Chu He has been the focus of attention since he was admitted to the hospital, so this result is particularly noteworthy.

Thus, from the autumn of the second year of Taichang to the autumn of the first year of Taiyuan, which lasted nearly a year, the famous rural private cultivator successfully entered the inner courtyard and cut off all speculations with his seven swords.

A countryman practiced private cultivation and defeated the sons of noble families and went to Mount Ni.

At this moment, Lu Qingqiu stood in the teaching building in a daze for a long time, and even the sound of the autumn rain outside the window seemed to be unable to hear.

Because even though she knew Ji You was very strong, when entering the inner courtyard became a reality, she still felt like it was a dream.

No one would question Ji You's strength, because from the streets of Shengjing, to Qiling, to Lingjian Mountain, and then to yesterday's Dengxian Baiyu Terrace, Ji You's strength in swordsmanship is obvious to all.

The reason why she was in a trance was because of her identity.

It feels like a peasant with one face to the earth and his back to the sky, carrying a hoe, defeated the nobles who lived in wealth and power.

Instructor Ma was right. Ji You was just beginning to show his supernatural powers. One who is close to the water will always get the moon first.

Lu Qingqiu pursed her red lips slightly, and ripples suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Did you hear that Ji You won?"

"I heard about it at noon. It is said that after the first battle, Chu He's hands were broken and he could not fight anymore."

"So, Ji You is going to enter the inner courtyard...?"

"Who else could it be?"

Within half a rainy day, the rumor that Chu He's hands were broken spread in the outer courtyard.

Many students from other colleges could not help but look at each other in surprise when they heard the news, and the seven swords from yesterday emerged in their minds.

At this moment, their feelings were almost the same as Lu Qingqiu's.

Even though they knew that Ji You was very strong, the fact that Xiang Ye could practice privately and enter the inner courtyard still seemed unreal to them.

In other words, who else could enter the inner courtyard this time if not him? "Even Chu He can't stop the sword..."

"In fact, we all know that if you want to survive in the Immortal Sect, sometimes it's not talent but background that counts. Senior Sister Wen from the inner courtyard has the same talent as He Lingxiu, but she still lost because the Wen family is not as good as the He family. So Ji You was not selected to enter the inner courtyard, but actually split the inner courtyard with a sword."

I don't know which disciple said this: "Split the inner courtyard with a sword", but it was later quoted by many people.

Upon hearing these words, both the instructors in the outer courtyard and the head of the administrative courtyard felt complicated.

Because they all know in their hearts that this statement is actually true.

He encountered numerous obstacles along the way, but he really cut open the door to the inner courtyard of Tianshu Academy with one sword.

At this time, the news that "Chu He's hands were broken" gradually spread out of Tianshu Academy, to Shengjing, and to the aristocratic families in the capital.

At this time in Chunhua Lane, Dou Yuankong, with a dozen servants, was looking coldly at a small courtyard at the corner with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Have you checked it out? Are you going to live here?"

"I have checked it out, Master. All the letters that Miss Wei sends out every day are delivered here."

Hearing the servant's reply, Dou Yuankong's eyes filled with murderous intent.

He and Wei Rui from Wei Xiangfu had been childhood sweethearts, and their family elders all approved of their marriage, so it was truly a match made in heaven.

But in recent days, Wei Rui always had letters delivered to the residence of a small official in the Sixianjian, addressed to the top scholar in the remote village.

The son of Minister Dou felt as if a green light was coming out of his head. This was intolerable.

In fact, Dou Yuankong knew about the existence of the scholar named Kuang as early as the spring when the refugees headed north.

But at that time, because of the person from Tianshuyuan, he did not act impulsively.

But patience always has its limits...

However, just as he waved his hand to signal the servants to break through the door, three guards with swords stopped them and then took Dou Yuankong from Xinghua Lane to Hongxiang Restaurant.

Dou Yuankong did not struggle because he recognized that these guards were from Prince Chong's Palace.

In less than a cup of tea, Minister Dou's son was taken to the restaurant, where he saw Princess Changle of Prince Chong's Mansion drinking tea by the window.

"Dou Yuankong, I'm here to see the princess."

Zhao Yunyue turned around and said, "The Autumn Contest of the Heavenly Academy is over."

Hearing this, Dou Yuankong couldn't help but be stunned.

He thought the princess called him here because the current situation in the court was complicated and she didn't want him to cause trouble, but he didn't expect that she was talking about the Autumn Fight in Tianshu Academy.

As the son of a high-ranking official in the court and a member of the pro-immortal faction, he naturally knew about the inner court struggle between Chu He and Ji You.

It is said that Ji You showed his might yesterday and knocked Chu He off the stage in the first match. This was really beyond Dou Yuankong's expectations.

But he also knew how deep the heritage of aristocratic families was, especially a thousand-year-old family like the Chu family, whose existence was almost as long as the history of the rise of the human race.

Even if he accidentally lost a game, in his opinion, Chu He would never lose.

But Princess Changle's expression at this moment made his eyes slightly widen, and he realized a situation that he didn't want to see.

"Ji You won?"

Zhao Yunyue put down the teacup and nodded.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Dou Yuankong couldn't believe it: "How could he win? What about the second game?"

"There will be no second match, because at the end of the first match, Chu He's hands were already broken. Tianshu Academy has a rule that if you cannot continue or voluntarily admit defeat, the autumn fight is considered over."

"Hand...broken?"

Zhao Yunyue was silent for a long time before speaking: "Actually, it's a bit inaccurate to say it was broken. I heard from a disciple in the Director's Office that Chu He's hand bones were all broken at that time."

Dou Yuankong gritted his teeth and said, "How could someone from that poor and remote place in Fengzhou possibly win?"

"But the fact is this. It's useless even if you don't want to believe it. Ji You's status will naturally change after he enters the inner courtyard. He may also become the head of the only family in Fengzhou. The scholar that Wei Rui met is his close friend. You'd better be cautious in what you do."

"Wei Rui and I have been childhood sweethearts, but she..."

Zhao Yunyue looked at Dou Yuankong with cold eyes: "In Qingyun, the power of the immortals has always been supreme. Do you think you can offend a student in the upper fifth realm of the Tianshu Academy just for the sake of love?"

Dou Yuankong fell silent after hearing this. He never thought that things would turn out like this.

That rural private cultivator, with no background at all and having to face the watchful eyes of a thousand-year-old aristocratic family, actually walked step by step into the inner courtyard.

Zhao Yunyue didn't care how ugly his face was at the moment, and then she left, went to a studio, and took a parchment package.

During the Autumn Competition at Tianshu Academy yesterday, He Lingxiu handed over the manuscript from the disciples of Lingjian Mountain to him for a copy.

She paid the painter again and asked him to make another copy.

The second copied drawing and manuscript are in this paper package. When you open it, you can see a shirtless swordsman in white jumping out of the paper with an unparalleled immortal posture.

Sure enough, what Lingjianshan said was right.

The sword and the boy are indeed a perfect match.

Zhao Yunyue put the drawing in her arms, her eyelashes trembling.

Immortal cultivators have longer lifespans than mortals, so they don’t get married as early as mortals, but Zhao Yunyue is actually old enough to choose a husband.

King Chong invites disciples from the seven major immortal sects to his house every year, and he actually has this in mind.

In previous years, although there were many young talents, Zhao Yunyue had no urge to get married. But at this moment, she had the idea.

When Daxia was first established, Tianshuyuan was revered as the Holy Sect, and the first emperor also came from Tianshuyuan.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for students from the inner court of Tianshu Academy to marry relatives of the royal family of Daxia. Therefore, Zhao Yunyue wanted to meet Ji You to find out what he was thinking and then ask His Majesty to grant the marriage.

Although Zhao Yunyue was not a disciple of one of the seven great immortal sects, he also took an elder from Lingjian Mountain as his master.

From this point of view, she is actually considered an inner court disciple of Lingjian Mountain, and can even be considered a direct disciple of an elder.

In her opinion, her status and Ji You's status were a perfect match.

So on this rainy day in early autumn, many letters were sent from Shengjing, the outer courtyard, and all over Kyushu to the small courtyard on the shore of the clear water lake.

Some personal items such as handkerchiefs and silk sleeves were tucked into the letters. There was even a close-fitting pink bellyband tucked into the envelope by a woman in Beijing who was about to get married.

The contents of the letters were basically the same, inviting Ji You to have a drink alone at a certain time and place on a certain day.

However, what these women did not expect was that all the letters were returned.

A few of the letters had been opened, but the seals on some of the others were still firmly attached.

When Princess Changle received the rejection letter, a hint of disbelief rose in her eyes: "He's gone? Can you explain to him why I asked him to drink alone?"

The maidservant beside Princess Changle nodded: "I have already used such explicit words as "I am willing to become your Taoist partner"..."

"And he doesn't want to?"

"Um……"

Zhao Yunyue couldn't help but open her eyes wide. "I am also a disciple of the elders of Lingjian Mountain. My immortal status is higher than his. Moreover, he was born in the countryside, and I am the princess of Daxia. How could he look down on me?"

The maid pursed her lips and said, "It is said that many women from the outer courtyard also sent letters, and some even brought bellybands with them, including Miss Lu from Yunzhou."

"Which one did he pick up?"

"My Lady, Master Ji didn't answer any of them..."

Zhao Yunyue was slightly startled, and then she became ashamed and angry: "If you want to establish a noble family, offspring is the key. He must continue the bloodline, but he doesn't even like me? Does he still want to marry the young master of Lingjian Mountain?"

Among all the women in the world, the most noble one is the little master of Lingjian Mountain.

Princess Changle used him as an example to mock his self-esteem. (End of this chapter)