Chapter 783: The Xuanmeng Ceremony (Part 1)
The crowd.
Roaring crowds.
Fu Qingzhou passed through the surging crowd.
Several emissaries were driving ahead of him, and the crowded crowd around him didn't even realize that the man hurried by was the protagonist they had just discussed countless times.
It wasn't until he walked up the steps of the high platform and until the rays of the rising sun shone on him that countless people in the square gradually became quiet.
They stared wide-eyed as they watched Fu Qingzhou move up slowly step by step.
It is strange that the originally noisy people in the arena suddenly stopped shouting and yelling.
They may have wanted to shout something, but for some reason, when the words reached their lips, they swallowed them all.
The ray of sunlight from the horizon illuminated Fu Qingzhou's body, reflecting a slight glow around the edges of his figure, giving him an indescribable and strange divinity.
How could such an idea come to mind?
How could a young knight-errant, a person whose fame lasted only a short time, give them this feeling?
"He gave me a very strange feeling."
In the crowd, Jiang Baichuan smiled and said solemnly: "He...has become different."
Hua Wuying said nothing and still closed his eyes tightly.
There are definitely not just one or two people who feel this way.
Below the high platform, Master Baihe frowned slightly and turned to look at Master Jingming beside him: "What do you think?"
"Master."
Jingming Master Baihe said in a daze: "I don't know why, but he gives me the feeling that he is very similar to...the master back then."
"Not bad." Master Baihe narrowed his eyes slightly: "A few years ago, I met Ning once Bai Mei, it feels the same to me.”
On the other side, Ning Wushu sighed lightly.
Ning Wuwang stood beside her, wondering: "What's wrong, little sister?"
"He forced himself to bear too much." Ning Wushu said slowly.
"Really?"
Ning Wuwang raised his head and looked at Fu Qingzhou's back with a long look: "He has just turned twenty. In terms of strength, status and status, he is far away. It’s not his turn to bear all this, so why should he bear all this?”
"Ha." Ning Wushu smiled faintly: "Father taught you too little... If you had gone to Northern Xinjiang with me and met my adoptive father, maybe you would have understood."
< br>The whispers under the high platform only lasted for a brief moment, and then quickly died down as if they were afraid of breaking the loneliness.
With a smile on his face and eyes like the morning sun, Fu Qingzhou stepped up the stairs step by step. The long ladder was lined with experts invited by the family, but he just walked up calmly without squinting.
Finally, he reached the highest point, stepped gently on the wooden board paved with red carpet, and walked steadily to the center of the high platform step by step.
The sun shone from the Xuanmeng gate, facing him, causing everyone in the audience to have their figures dimly lit, looking at the black crows.
Fu Qingzhou kept smiling, took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, and patted his chest gently.
"Hey, hey, can you hear me? Hey, hey, hey." He tried the sound test.
His whispers turned into a sound under the influence of the talisman, instantly covering the entire Xuanmeng Forum.
“You can hear it!” “You can hear it!” There was a chorus of responses from the audience.
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Thank you all... let me introduce myself, I am Fu Qingzhou."
There was a sporadic sound of applause and applause from the audience, but it quickly died down.
This feels weird.
Yes...
Fu Qingzhou, at this time, should have been wearing the official uniform of Mingjiange, appearing with an identity and image that everyone admired, saying some impassioned words, attracting everyone to join forces, He denounced the evil thief, and then amidst the enthusiasm among the people, he announced the start of the ceremony.
But he was actually wearing the most ordinary Jianghu commoner, not even as good as many Jianghu people in the audience who had deliberately dressed up for the ceremony, and his expression was always calm and calm, with no hint of excitement.
How can we bring up the atmosphere like this?
"Everyone, I may know what you want to hear, but I want to say something else."
Fu Qingzhou stood still on the stage and whispered: "The people standing here, It shouldn’t have been me.”
In the crowd, Hua Wuying’s eyelashes trembled slightly as he closed his eyes. "Xuanmeng was conceived by my brother Hua Wuying."
Fu Qingzhou glanced at the countless people in the audience and continued: "He worked hard and worked hard for this. When the Xuan Alliance was first established, there were many gangsters who tried to come and seize the property left by the martial arts alliance in the past. For this reason, Brother Hua and a group of junior brothers and sisters shed a lot of blood to defend this small and inconspicuous village under your feet."
"But he worked hard for all this. Why aren't you here at this time?"
He smiled: "Because he wanted to kill someone, someone who taught him personally and treated him like a father."
< br>"Jiang Baichuan!" Someone shouted loudly from below.
Jiang Baichuan in the crowd smiled slightly and didn't take it seriously.
"Yes, Jiang Baichuan."
Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "You may not know why the Hundred-Armed Sword Immortal and the leader of the Wulin League, who was once so popular in the world, suddenly became a human being. People yell at the rats crossing the street... Then let me explain it to everyone."
After hearing this, Jiang Baichuan, who had been smiling just now, froze.
On the contrary, there were countless Jianghu people in the audience... They suddenly became excited!
Hey guys, do you still have some gossip to listen to?
Their exclamations created a brief roar, which quickly died down.
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "Because, Jiang Baichuan is mentally ill."
"Oh... to put it more bluntly, he is crazy."
"Actually, , he is also a poor man, he went crazy many years ago, while he believes that he is the most righteous Jiang Baichuan in the world, and at the same time he plays the role of the murderous master of Xiaoyu Pavilion. "
"Of course, pity is not the reason for his mistakes."
He said leisurely: "But for him to become like this...it is indispensable without the help of thoughtful people."
"There are rumors in the world that there is a mysterious force behind Jiang Baichuan - now, I can tell you, That's true."
"They not only took in Jiang Baichuan, but also Hui Jue, and even the remnants of the demon sect and countless villains who couldn't survive in the world, all became their subordinates. "
"This is not something that happened in the last year or two, but they were planning all this a long time ago."
"Jiang Baichuan was still the leader of the Wulin Alliance and Xiaoyu. When he was the master of the pavilion, they took advantage of Jiang Baichuan, promising him great power and a lofty status, tempting him to make mistakes step by step, and eventually went into the abyss. "
"Before Huijue's true identity was revealed, they secretly gave Huijue manpower, money, and resources to support the Fanyin Temple outside, allowing them to harm the people and do extremely cruel and bloody things."
< br>"These people... can be called the biggest cancer in the world."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "Even the shit pooped by the big yellow dog in my hometown village is not as disgusting or smelly as them. ”
There was a burst of laughter in the audience.
But some people didn’t laugh.
Fu Qingzhou didn't look to see who was not smiling. He just said softly: "Of course, these people are also very powerful and mysterious. They are powerful enough to subvert the entire world, and so mysterious that no one knows who they are, where they are, and what they want to do." What."
"So, I thought of a way."
The laughter stopped.
Everyone, whether it was his friends or enemies hiding in the dark, looked at him strangely, not knowing what he was going to do.
But the next moment, they all knew.
"As everyone knows, I am the special envoy of Mingjian Pavilion."
Fu Qingzhou laughed: "Some people also say that I am the next Sword Master - because I can decide who owns the Eight Swords of the King."
The audience was buzzing, but it didn’t cause much commotion.
After all, most people in the world don't even know what the Eight Swords of Kings are.
But some people who knew about it were vaguely aware that something was wrong.
Lan Xiyu hiding in the shadow somewhere, King Xishuo standing at the window of a small building not far away, Yuan Zizhen under the high platform...
Everyone's eyes suddenly solidified.
"Sister Wu Shu."
Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "Please bring up three sword stands."
(End of this chapter)