Chapter Fourteen: Jiang Dong's Beautiful Reputation Shines

  The first round of the exam, Di Zi Class A, Zhou Xiaoyu versus Liu Xiaobei.

  I felt that the originally bright sky suddenly and noticeably darkened for a moment.

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  I'm still in a daze.

  Someone beside me let out a "pu" sound, as if they couldn't help but laugh, or maybe it was just tea spraying out.

  I turned around and looked at Yide, foolishly asking: "Is there anyone else named Liu Xiaobei besides Lu Zhi?"

  Yi De shook his head, and looked at me with a pitiful gaze. The person beside him moved, and it was Yun Chang, who leaned over, his bright phoenix eyes fixed on me, and let out a soft sigh towards me.

  I blinked, turned back to look at Zhuge. He was fanning himself and seeing me staring at him, slightly collected his smile and said: "Don't look at me, I warned you."

  My heart is as cool as water, I just stand still on the spot, as if my feet have taken root in the ground.

  Over there, the person in red stood in the wind, elegant and refreshing, with long hair flying about. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes like autumn water, although his temperament was very cold, it captivated a large crowd of people even more.

  The herald over there is shouting again.

  I refuse to believe my ears, no way, there must be some mistake somewhere.

  "If you don't go now, it will be considered as giving up, Lu. You'll become the first candidate in history to fail due to giving up..." someone said with a heavy heart beside him.

  I see it now, this Zhuge fellow is clearly afraid that the world will be too peaceful.

  "Damn it, I'm scared of him!" I gritted my teeth, "If I don't beat him up so badly that he's left searching for his teeth on the ground today, then I'm not Liu Xiaobei!"

  I carry two swords and walk forward step by step.

  "What are you going to call it?" Yide said anxiously from behind.

  I turned around and threw out a sentence: "Liu Xuande!"

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  Zhou Xiaoyu stood at the other end, her hand hanging down, grasping the long sword at her waist.

  I let out a sigh and forced a smile at him: "Brother Zhou, spare me!"

  He let out a cold hum from his nose, as if he was snorting, like an ox. His feet were clad in black boots, and his waist was slenderly bound with a golden silk black belt. The hem of his red robe fluttered in the wind, and with one hand raised, he grasped that sword straight, as if showing off.

  I raised my hand with a worried and bitter face, parted my dual swords, and helplessly said: "I concede."

  It's as if he's staring death in the face with a resolute and unyielding expression.

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  When the treasure sword came out of its scabbard, that ray of light almost dazzled my eyes. Firstly, I was very puzzled as to why this person, who was clearly as wise as Zhuge and had been exempt from the martial exam due to his exceptional intelligence, would voluntarily request to take the exam. Secondly, I was even more perplexed as to why he specifically chose me to practice with him during the exam.

  Is he in need of a mediocre green leaf to set off this red flower that is so delicate, radiant and charming?

  As expected, I'm a qualified green leaf.

  At first, I was nervous and on high alert against my opponent, but soon I was mesmerized by his swift and agile movements. I felt like I was losing control of myself, wanting to retreat step by step. With this level of skill, he could easily defeat top-ranked masters in the world. Now, he's actually letting me, someone who would lose even in a street fight, exchange blows with him. I don't know if he's lost his mind or if I'm just extremely lucky to be chosen as his opponent.

  My hands and feet went soft, I barely managed to fend off his few moves, the two swords clashed, although there was no great force coming from his sword, I was still intimidated by the aura around him. From the moment I stepped onto the stage, my only thought was to retreat as soon as possible. If it weren't for the prestige of Zhongshan Jingwang weighing on me, ordering this unworthy descendant not to bring shame to the family, I would have run away without hesitation.

  Zhou Xiaoyu swung out a sword, her body spinning in mid-air, her red clothes like flames, the hairband on her head flying together with her black silk hair, the long sword in mid-air like a white rainbow piercing the sun, charging straight at me and stabbing down.

  I closed my eyes, wanting to abandon my sword and admit defeat.

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  A tinkling piano sound came from beside.

  Since Zhou Xiaoyu's figure rose into the air, the sound of the qin called out "xian weng xian weng" faintly twice, then flowed smoothly like clouds and water without any stagnation, and the beautiful music poured out.

  I stood still, suddenly opening my eyes and glancing sideways.

  On the sidelines, a man in white sat there with his legs crossed, an ancient zither on his knees and a snow-white feather fan beside him.

  He bowed his head, his fingers lightly plucking the strings of the instrument.

  Soft music flows with a hint of killing intent, slowly flowing out from his slender fingers.

  He strummed on, his body swaying gently, while the white satin ribbon in his hair slipped down beside his temple. He suddenly raised his head, and his face as pale as beautiful jade looked at me with a faint shallow smile at the corner of his mouth.

  Zhuge, Kongming...