Chapter 97: Be willing to accept the loss (two in one)

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 97: Be willing to accept the loss (two in one)

Qi Hongmian... When the people present saw the woman who walked out of the yard and recovered her true face, they were obviously surprised.

The star officials were more surprised and curious, but Luan Yu and others noticed something was wrong.

Compared to the majesty and slaughter of the past, the emperor was a little lost at this moment. It was not until he saw a group of disciples of the Beast Control Sect outside that he regained his former majesty.

"The Lord..." Elder Luan Yu called out tentatively.

Qi Hongmian looked at the five marquises with nervous expressions and Luo Huaizhu standing behind them, and was silent for a while.

This powerful woman with a famous reputation and nickname "Empress of Cultivation" said slowly:

"It is often rude to come to the door with rudeness. I will order someone to give me a gift to apologize later."

She looked at the Zhao brothers and sisters again and said:

"Since the martial arts performance has been defeated, Benton admits to the gambling and accepts the loss, let's go."

After saying that, she turned her head and looked at Ji Ping'an, who was sitting in the yard with a complicated look, and her figure turned into a cluster of suns and fire.

Disappear.

This... the people outside the courtyard were confused by this scene and had no idea what had happened in the closed courtyard gate.

The dignified emperor came over secretly and had some tea with a couple of young and old.

Then he released the fire phoenix and touched it for the young man, then said goodbye and left.

That's all they see.

Qi Hongmian's last gentle attitude is also very different from the rumored image of "queen".

Many star officials who have seen their appearance for the first time can't help but think:

The rumors are indeed not reliable, and the emperor doesn't seem to be very difficult to speak.

Only Luan Yu and others were shocked, but they also knew that this was not the time to ask for details.

Seeing that the Lord of the Imperial Lord left, he also said goodbye to Li Guofeng and others. He left as a Tathagata, and even refused the Star Officials' wish to give him one.

As for the "discussion" that both sides were tacitly informed and had already been ready for the start, they ended in vain.

After all, the implicit meaning of Qi Hongmian's last sentence is to give up this exchange.

This made Li Guofeng feel a strange feeling of emptiness.

After being nervous for so many days, he was clearly ready to fight hard and fight for a face.

But the other party suddenly withdrew... To make a metaphor, it's like you are studying at night, nervous and nervous, and you are told a second before entering the examination room that the exam was cancelled.

"Is this... over?"

Fang Liuhuo gasped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked in disbelief.

Li Guofeng was silent for a moment and waved his hand to drive away the onlookers.

Then he gave a look and the five of them walked towards the courtyard together, wanting to ask the truth.

The people who were driven away finally came back to their senses until this time, remembering the words Qi Hongmian said before leaving.

"I'm willing to accept the loss..."

Xue Hongjian was stunned for a moment and suddenly looked for Jianzhuang in the crowd:

"Senior brother, are we the result of martial arts performance..."

Jian Zhuang said "happy" and was still a little dazed and lost his mind:

"Senior Sister Luo Huaizhu goes to fight, click until it reaches the end and defeat Zhao Yuanji."

I really won... Although I knew that Luo Huaizhu was very strong, I was still surprised. Xue Hongjian couldn't help but worry:

"How many trump cards are revealed?"

Upon hearing this, the star officials of the Tianbang who watched the entire battle fell strangely and didn't say anything.

Finally, Pei Sili came over wearing a black official robe, and said in a complicated tone:

"Almost not much has been exposed, Luo Huaizhu used a very new way of playing..."

Then, he briefly described the situation and heard a group of Si Chen and Si Li were surprised.

I thought to myself: How did Senior Sister Luo do it? It seems that this is not her style. Could it be that someone is behind the scenes?

As the news spread word by word, more people learned about the outcome of the victory of martial arts and cheered. They didn't understand it very much, or they were concerned about exposing their trump cards.

It is not clear what Qi Hongmian’s visit means.

They only care about one thing from beginning to end:

Just win or lose.

Now, the crowd who got the results swept away the depression that had accumulated over the days, cheering and inspiring, and the depressed spirit, and the morale was rising.

Someone went to find Luo Huaizhu, but couldn't find him. The female supervisor who had wanted to sign and had a good look said:

"Senior Sister Luo has left long ago, probably going to practice."

People were not surprised, thinking that this behavior was really very Luo Huaizhu.

As the crowd dispersed, the results of this martial arts performance and the arrival of the slightly "headless and unfinished" fire phoenix began to spread outside the Imperial Heaven Prison.

...

...

Inn.

Gao Mingjing sat in front of the window, drawing a painting with a calm expression. There was no strange phenomenon, it was just painting.

The combat style of the Molin painter is similar to that of the Taoist talisman master. He usually paints intently, and those paintings are accumulated weapons.

When fighting, you only need to break the painting and pour it with spiritual essence to condense the people in the painting and the things in the painting are extremely wonderful.

Among them, the main focus is on figure painting. The key factor whether the painting can become true is whether the painter is familiar with the things he is painting and whether he believes from the bottom of his heart that he should have certain abilities.

Therefore, gods, Buddhas, monsters, and even some historical celebrities all belong to the scope of material.

However, it is worth mentioning that the themes of the first work drawn by most male painters are often extremely unified...

"Ship High."

At this time, a knock on the door came, and Qu Chuchen walked in and said:

"After receiving the news, the people from Yunhuai Academy have entered Shendu."

"Oh?" Gao Mingjing raised his pen and hung his wrist, slightly surprised: "When did it happen?"

Qu Chuchen said:

"It is said that I arrived last night. I stayed in the school outside the city for one night and entered the city in the early morning. I should have contacted the literati in the city and brought us the dust."

Gao Mingjing shouted, shook his head and sighed:

"Those scholars were really low-key and silent. Compared with the day when the Beast Control Sect was in heaven and earth."

If the Beast Control Sect is extremely high-profile, then the monks of Yunhuai Academy are extremely low-profile.

Qu Chuchen smiled and said:

"After all, they are close to the court, so they always have to care about each other's face. Even if the disciples below are dissatisfied with the court, they cannot ignore their faces due to their classmates' old friends."

Gao Mingjing nodded, holding the same view, then looked at Shichen and said:

"I don't know what the result of the martial arts performance in the Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau is. If both sides are injured, they will inevitably come to the door to comfort the injuries."

Huo Feng’s movement this time was limited to the Imperial Heaven Prison, so Mo Lin still knew nothing.

Qu Chuchen thought to himself: You actually want to go and watch the fun.

However, he was also a little curious. Although he was determined that the Imperial Heaven Supervision would suffer this time, he was uncertain about which method to suffer and how much it was.

There is still suspense.

Mo Lin also arranged an eyeliner there so that he could send back the message as soon as possible.

As he was talking, suddenly, a carriage was parked outside the yard gate, and a musician jumped down first, looking hurried.

Pushing the door and rushing in with curious eyes from the rest of the inn:

"The Imperial Heaven Prison...there is a result on the Imperial Heaven Prison."

With a squeak, Zhong Tongjun, who was quite bookish, put down Suqin and walked out with curiosity:

“What’s the result?”

"Yes, say it quickly."

"Is the Imperial Heaven Prison suffering?"
To be continued...