Chapter 159 Beginning

Tomorrow is the beginning of the Dao Discussion Conference.

This could be said to be the most eye-catching thing in the world in the past ten years. Countless eyes, bright or dark, all fell on this mountain gate at the same time.

The disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion naturally did not dare to be idle as they nervously prepared for tomorrow's Dao Discussion Assembly on the last day. Even in the middle of the night, such a busy schedule did not diminish at all.

The small courtyard on the mountainside of Chongju Peak was so quiet that it did not fit in with such a busy place.

"Brother Song has returned with a beauty in his arms today. I'll give you a toast with tea instead of wine." In the courtyard, Xu Han raised the teacup in his hand and said loudly to the youth in the large purple robe.

"Brother Xu, don't tease me." Song Yueming shook his head with a bitter smile.

"What? Brother Song doesn't like that Miss Xia Zichuan? I heard that she is one of the best beauties in Jizhou." Xu Han asked with a smile.

"However, both of them are duckweed in this world. I'm only doing my bit."

Hearing this, Xu Han was slightly stunned. He had probably guessed the whole story. He put down the tea cup in his hand and didn't say anything else.

"Tomorrow is the Dao Discussion Conference. How is Brother Xu preparing?" Song Yueming seemed to be a little unhappy with the atmosphere in the courtyard. His words broke the silence that had just arisen between the two of them.

"So what if Brother Song is prepared?" Xu Han, on the other hand, did not answer and asked.

Song Yueming was stunned at that moment, and then he looked at Xu Han.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled. In the end, they did not continue to entangle themselves with this matter.

Song Yueming had Song Yueming's plan, and Xu Han had Xu Han's plan. The two of them tacitly put away their thoughts to inquire about each other.

There was no other way, but because such a plan was too cruel for the two of them.

"Brother Song, are you really not leaving with me?" After a moment of silence, Xu Han couldn't help but ask this question.

The purple-robed youth smiled when he heard this. "Brother Xu has Brother Xu's whereabouts, and I have Song's way home. The Exquisite Pavilion has nurtured me for more than ten years, and I can't help but repay this kindness."

Xu Han had already argued with him on such a question several times. He knew that although this youth was usually careless, there was a persistence in his heart that belonged to him.

Therefore, after looking at Song Yueming for a few breaths, Xu Han put away the idea of advising him again.

Seeing that Xu Han stopped speaking, the smile on Song Yueming's face grew even more serious.

"Goodbye today, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to sit with Brother Xu again. Tonight is a beautiful night, but it's a pity that I don't have any wine to accompany me." He sighed at that time.

"Brother Song wants to drink, how can he not have wine?" Xu Han smiled and shouted to the inner room. "Big Brother Chu, how about you give me some of your hidden wine?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door of the room open and Chu Chouli walked out with a wine jar in his arms with a reluctant expression.

"Save your drink. I only have this much wine." Chu Chouli muttered.

Xu Han didn't care about this. He took off the sealing piece from the wine jar and filled a bowl for himself and Song Yueming.

The two raised their glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

In fact, the two of them were not good drinkers, and the wine that Chu Chouli, an alcoholic, had hidden was an extremely strong wine. After this bowl, the two of them felt as if their stomachs were roasted by fire, their tongues dry, but their hearts were inexplicably happy and comfortable.

At that time, the night was already dark, and the moon was as bright as washing.

The two in the courtyard looked at each other and smiled. Then, they drank several bowls of wine until the wine jar reached the bottom. Chu Chouli, who was watching from the side, felt sad, as if someone had snatched away his daughter-in-law.

"Being able to get to know Brother Xu is indeed a great pleasure for me in my life, but there is still a difference between me and Jun Qianyan." Song Yueming stood up and cupped his hands towards Xu Han. "I'll take my leave, Song."

"Take care." Xu Han also knew that the time had come. He stood up and said in a deep voice.

Song Yueming nodded, then turned around and left.

Xu Han looked at the youth who was about to leave the courtyard and suddenly called out, "Brother Song!"

Hearing this, Song Yueming stopped and turned to look at Xu Han doubtfully.

"Brother Song, since you have to help that girl, you can only do it if you live a good life. If you are entrusted by others and give up halfway, you are not a gentleman."

Xu Han's words were interrupted by Song Yueming before he could finish.

"Tomorrow, Moon Lake Cave betrothed her to me in front of everyone. His Moon Lake Cave is also a famous sect. I imagine that she will have to guard my tomb for a year and a half." The youth smiled and said.

After saying that, he turned around again and left the hospital without looking back.

Only Xu Han stood there in a daze.

Song Yueming…

As he muttered this name, his heart was already filled with Hundred Flavors Chen Za.

…

The next morning, Xu Han was woken up from his bed by Chu Chouli's loud voice, which was as loud as a landslide.

"What's the matter?" He pushed open the door with sleepy eyes and asked as he looked at the middle-aged man with a pleasantly surprised expression.

"The disciples of the Sword Hall outside the house have retreated." Chu Chouli said.

"Oh." Xu Han replied calmly before closing the door.

"Xiao Han" Chu Chouli's words were also swallowed back because of this.

After about a hundred breaths of time, Chu Chouli scratched his ears and cheeks at the door, wondering if he should break into the room before the door opened again. At that moment, Xu Han, who had already changed into a neat and tidy robe, also walked out of the room.

Xuan'er happily jumped onto Xu Han's shoulder. Xu Han touched his head and picked up the towel hanging behind the door. He used a copper basin to hold a basin of water and walked to a corner of the courtyard. He crouched down and slowly began to wash up.

Such a calm and unhurried appearance made Chu Chouli, who was standing at the side, extremely anxious.

"Xiao Han, this is a great opportunity. Shouldn't we take advantage of this time to leave the Exquisite Pavilion?" However, he was also a person who couldn't hold back the matter, and he kept asking around Xu Han at that time.

"Ah, ah, ah." Xu Han raised his head and opened his mouth. He exerted great effort to breathe, and the clear water in his mouth started to bubble.

Then, he hooked his head and spat it out. He wiped the water stains on his mouth with a towel before turning to look at Chu Chouli.

"Leave? Why leave?" He asked in confusion.

"Didn't you ask me to contact those old tribes just to leave the Exquisite Pavilion?" Chu Chouli felt even more anxious when he saw his inexplicable appearance.

"That's not right now." Xu Han stood up, dipped himself in water with a towel and wiped his face.

"When is that?"

Pa!

After washing up, Xu Han threw the towel into the basin.

He smiled.

"Find all the people you need."

…

To a certain extent, the so-called Dao Discussion Conference could be considered a tournament.

Each sect sent their own young disciples to compete in the arena competition, and finally, they chose a leader.

Afterwards, the representatives of the various sects gathered together to discuss some major issues. Of course, this was the main event of the Dao Discussion Assembly, and only the Linglong Pavilion, the number one sect in the Great Zhou Empire, had the qualifications to initiate such a grand gathering.

Of course, the young disciple's cultivation was strong or weak, To a certain extent, it also decided the fate of a sect for decades to come. Therefore, it was extremely important for each sect to fight like this. However, this year, Chen Xuanji, the first disciple of the Exquisite Pavilion, returned to the Chen Kingdom. Fang Ziyu was angry again. As the first sect, none of the disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion could fight.

As for the other sects, they had all sorts of thoughts and didn't care about this matter. They just randomly sent out extreme disciples to deal with it.

Thus, when Xu Han left the martial arts arena with an extremely reluctant expression on his face, he saw only some disciples from second-rate or even third-rate sects fighting to the death there.

Although the quality of the battle was far inferior to that of previous years, the spectators, be it their own disciples or the various sects that came from afar, were not few in number compared to previous years. They surrounded the martial stage with three floors inside and three floors outside, which could be said to be impenetrable.

Xu Han didn't care about this matter, so he casually found a spot and looked at it from afar to pass the time.

Right at this moment, a commotion suddenly sounded in the distant crowd.

Xu Han looked over and saw several young masters in brocade clothes leading a hundred or so black-clothed warriors, swaggering towards him like dark clouds.

Xu Han's eyes narrowed as he noticed a familiar figure amongst the brocade-clothed young master.

It was the young master Lin Kai, who had been seriously injured by him a few days ago.

Xu Han frowned. At that time, his calculations were extremely clear. Logically speaking, although Lin Kai's injuries weren't too severe, he couldn't get out of bed and walk for at least a few days. However, looking at him now, he didn't seem to be sick at all. However, Xu Han was somewhat surprised.

At this moment, when Xu Han saw the other party, the other party naturally saw him as well.

Lin Kai lowered his head and whispered something to the black-clothed young master beside him, who was obviously the leader of the brocade-clothed young masters, and his gaze would occasionally glance at Xu Han.

The handsome black-clothed young master nodded slightly when he heard this, so the soldier behind him jumped out and broke through the crowd, opening a path between him and Xu Han.

The crowd on the field could recognize the identities of this group of soldiers, so they naturally didn't dare to say anything else. They could only watch the scene from afar and point at it.

The group of brocade-clothed young masters led by the black-clothed young masters also swaggered towards Xu Han. Their expressions were arrogant, filled with disdain and ridicule. Lin Kai, who had suffered a lot in Xu Han's hands, had a gloomy expression and a sinister smile in his eyes.

"Your Excellency is Xu Han?" The leading black-clothed young master looked at Xu Han, squinted his eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

Xu Han knew that he had come unkindly, so he simply ignored him. Instead, he stared at the two people who were fighting happily on the arena. It seemed that he did not hear the black-clothed youth's question.

When the black-clothed young master saw this, his narrowed eyes immediately shone with a cold light. However, before he could attack, Lin Kai, who was behind him, took a step forward and pointed at Xu Han and scolded, "Kid, didn't you hear Young Master Zhu ask you something?"

At this moment, Xu Han turned around as if he had just woken up from a dream, but his gaze landed on Lin Kai, who was shouting endlessly, across the crowd.

He suddenly smiled and asked with great familiarity.

"Young Master Lin, are you feeling better?"

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