Chapter 8, Maple Star

The words of the priest Hotulus calmed everyone down, and only Yeshea asked in surprise, "You mean that the 'Maple Star' has been lost? Isn't it in the Great Temple of Poseidon?

"Cough," another priest, Boni, cleared his throat and replied hesitantly, "Although the 'Maple Star' is the heirloom of the empire, it has always been useless, so it is usually enshrined in the most secret pagoda of the temple. Ten years ago, when I cleaned the pagoda, I found that the 'Maple Star' had been lost. I also reported this matter to the old emperor, but at that time, the old emperor was critically ill and the Empress Dowager had not asked about political affairs, so no one noticed this matter except a few elders.

"Who stole it?" Yeshea has no intention to investigate whose fault it is. She just wants to know who is the thief who dares to steal the treasure handed down to the country! The elders also looked at the three priests and saw Master Stanma bow her head guiltily and said, "Do you remember Orcus, who suddenly left without saying goodbye more than ten years ago? I believe that only he can break my seal and steal the 'Maple Star' in the Western Empire.

Master Stanley's words made everyone creepy. Orcus was a genius magician in the Western Empire. He once studied magic under Master Stanley. At a young age, he had the tendency to surpass the first magician in the Great West. Later, because of his political opinions with Master Stanley, he suddenly left without saying goodbye more than ten years ago. Unexpectedly When he left, he actually stole the "Maple Star" of the empire's heirloom!

"Where did he go?" Yeshea stared at Stanma and asked. The old mage hesitated for a moment, "He has always dreamed of building an ideal country where all races coexist peacefully, where everyone treats each other equally and supports each other. I think he can only go to one place."

The elders looked at each other in consternation. There is only one place on the continent that is likely to realize this dream, that is, the farthest and most desolate southern wilderness, a final habitat for the people of all ethnic groups, and also the most evil and horrible wilderness! The harsh living environment makes everyone, regardless of nationality, have to unite and survive together.

"No matter where he goes, he will bring this traitor to justice!" Marshal Downey angrily punched the mahogany case, "I would like to send the invincible iron armored army of the empire and set foot on the southern wilderness!"

"Marshal Downey, I would like to kindly remind you that the primitive jungle of the southern wilderness is not better than the Cyprus Mountains and the Kolor Desert, not to mention many unknown and ferocious monsters. If you want to find the 'Maple Star', I'm afraid the army is not competent." The always mean priest Hotulu did not hesitate to point out Donnie's ignorance and gave him any face at all. When Donnie got up, the representatives of the imperial military and the leading figures of the religious community immediately criticized each other and quarreled!

"Enough!" Seeing that the serious military meeting will become an endless quarrel and scolding of the elders, Yeshea had to stop it. "Now is the issue of discussing whether to send troops to the Semites. Of course, the 'Maple Star' will also be recaptured, but whether to send troops to the Southern Desert can be discussed later."

The crowd suddenly calmed down, and everyone was silent for a moment. McRae, who had never spoken, coughed gently and said, "Before deciding whether to send troops to the Semites, I would like to ask Count Pallas to report something to you."

Seeing that everyone's eyes fell on him, Pallas could finally leave the low stool and stand up. First, he bowed slightly to everyone before he began to report in an indifferent tone: "The day before yesterday, the royal bodyguard guarding the sacrificial tower reported to me that there were monsters in the sacrificial tower. When hitting the stone tower, it is very irritable and fierce that it almost breaks out of the tower!"

"I want to remind everyone that this situation has never happened before except when sacrificing the living," McRae looked around at the crowd. "From the astrology, the oracle, the ** from the mythical beast, and the deduction of street mathe arithmetic, all predictions point to a result: God has abandoned Atlandis, and the catastrophe left me. We are not far away! At the end of the world, do we still need to mechanically obey the warning not to open the stone tower? Shouldn't we do something for ourselves?"

Everyone looked at each other and was silent for a moment, thinking about how to escape in the face of disaster. Seeing that everyone was silent, Yeshea motioned to Pallas, "Count Pallas, I want to hear your opinion."

A cunning smile flashed at the corners of McRae's mouth. He asked Pallas to personally state Sphinx's ** to the elders, which was to ask Yeshea's opinion. With Yeshea and Stanma's trust in him, his opinion will be taken seriously, and Pallas's opinion is also the opinion of the military's young strong faction.

"Your Majesty, empress dowager, your elders," Palath stood up again and began his very convincing statement with his restrained and magnetic voice. "Everyone knows how to unlock all the secrets of creation in the world from the legends of his predecessors, knows the sacred stone tower and its seal, and knows how to guard it. The mythical beast Sifax has never been opened. Why did God leave such a miracle in the continent of Atlandis? But warns people never to open it? This is very contradictory. Since God left miracles and seals, and also left a magic weapon to open the seal, of course, human beings can open the stone tower one day! I think it is the last road to salvation that God left for mankind before the end of the world, and the way to wash away sins and get a new life. If we give up because of laziness, stupidity, ignorance or fear of hardship, we will undoubtedly fail to live up to God's last expectations of us. Therefore, no matter how difficult and dangerous it is, we must do our best to find three magic weapons, open the sacred stone tower, and solve the creation and ultimate mystery of the world!"

Everyone looked at this intermediate officer who ascended to the sky with incredible eyes. They really couldn't figure out how a martial artist could have such insight into the nature of things. Stanma took the lead in applauding: "Well said! God will not abandon his devout people. The sacred stone tower is the last road to a new life left to us. Maybe it is a happy road to become a god.

"Maybe it's a bigger disaster?" The priest Hotulu looked disapproving, and several elders immediately nodded and echoed. Without waiting for permission, Pallas immediately retorted, "We are about to face the biggest disaster, and I can't think of a greater disaster than destroying the whole continent."

The elders couldn't help whispering. Yeshea saw that the time was almost time, so he raised his hand and motioned to everyone, "Let's vote. This issue should not be discussed any more."

The result of the vote coincidentally was six to six, and the elders who advocated finding the artifact to open the stone tower at all costs were as many as the elders who advocated maintaining the status quo. Everyone couldn't help turning their eyes to Queen Yesaia and waiting for her vote. Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager had not stated her position. The little emperor beside him had raised his hand and shouted, "I advocate sending troops to war. It's fun to fight!"

Yeshea stopped his son's nonsense with a stern look, then looked around and said lightly, "I agree to find three artifacts at all costs to open the sacred stone tower. Marshal McRae is fully responsible for all military operations!"

McRae stood up, stroked his left chest, straightened his spine and swore: "I promise the reputation of the family that I will find all the artifacts for the empire!"

When leaving the Senate chamber, Count Pallas was pulled into his carriage by Marshal McRae. When the carriage left the imperial palace, McRae suddenly asked Parath opposite: "The war is approaching. Do you want to show off the empire? Come to our western expedition to build immortal military achievements? Capture the Sem artifact 'Black Totem' for the Holy Western Empire?

Parath pondered for a moment, "I would like to listen to the marshal's call!"

"Good! I will suggest to Yeshea and the Senate that you be transferred to serve in the Western Expeditionary Army and become my right-hand man. McRae nodded with satisfaction, which was the result he wanted. For talents, he always wanted to be in his own hands, not to others, even the Empress Dowager Ether.

The carriage passed by the Imperial Grand Theatre. McRae looked at the magnificent marble building through the curtains and whispered to himself, "There seems to be a new poetry chant by Martin and Changda tonight. Are you interested in going to see it?"

"I'm not interested in chanting poetry." Pallas shook his head and suddenly asked, "I don't know if the marshal has any plans for how to send troops to the south?"

McRae withdrew his eyes and said, "The southern wilderness is not suitable for large corps to fight, so I want to choose a few elite military warriors to form several expedition teams, and recruit a few magicians who are willing to serve the empire and let them deal with the traitor Okus."

"I recommend a person to you who may be more useful than an adventure team of several warriors and magicians."

"Who?"

"Xia Feng, a second-generation hybrid of Dongxuan and Daxi, is now in Poseidon, and the marshal will definitely find him." Pallas showed a cunning smile at the corners of his mouth and described Xia Feng's appearance to McRae.

"I believe in your vision," McRae nodded. "I will inform General Baker of the Imperial Guard that there is no one who can't find in the Imperial Guard in Poseidon."

"Okay, it's time for us to break up." Xia Feng stretched out a little finger and shook hands with Sam and Bona, two little friends of the "borrowing clan". This is a rich area where the nobles of the West City live. I believe Sam and Bona will like to install their new home here. Sam and Bonabon didn't want to break up with Xia Feng, but they were afraid of causing trouble to them, so they had to say goodbye to the three people with tears. The two villain reluctantly took Xia Feng and Ji Xuanxuan's fingers and said, "We will remember you. Once we settle down in a new place, we will inform you and invite you to our new home!"

Yasin curled his lips disapprovingly: "The scope of your activities is only in the homes of one or two families. How can you inform us?"

Seeing Yasin's disbelief, Sam quickly explained, "Our 'borrowing clan' has the ability to 'borrow the ground to spread the voice'. We can transmit the voice, of course, which is different from the voice we usually speak, to people far away, and our clan is also willing to help the same kind of people convey information. In this way, as long as you Where there is a 'borrowing clan', we can find you and deliver messages to you through the people.

"Wow! You are really postmen on the ancient continent. This is great!" Xia Feng couldn't help admiring, but Ji Xuanxuan deliberately curled her lips at him and said, "You put a green onion in your nose again. What is a postman?"

Xia Feng shrugged his shoulders and couldn't answer for a moment. The three saw Sam and Bona hold hands and sneaked into a towering mansion of the Great Western nobleman like two mice. After seeing them disappear, Ji Xuanxuan said to herself sadly and enviously, "If we can also become three 'borrowers' villains like them, it must be a very special life experience. It's also easier to find Sister Yaoji in Poseidon.

"Yes, why didn't we think of using Sam's skills to help find Yaoji?" Yaxin suddenly realized and couldn't help patting his head regretfully. When he wanted to find those two little people again, they didn't know where they had gone. The three tried countless ways but couldn't get in touch with Sam and Bona. Finally, Xia Feng had to give up regretfully and say, "Alas! After all, it is the original way of communication, which can only be carried out in one direction.

"You have to contact us when they settle down." Yasin also had to give up his efforts. Looking at the early weather, he greeted the two of them, "Let's go to dinner first, and then find an inn opened by Dongxuan to stay. Let's find a way tomorrow."

Along the wide street to Dongcheng, there was a sudden disturbance on the road. Many pedestrians rushed to tell each other excitedly: "Mr. Martin's carriage is coming. I heard that there is also Mr. Changda, a poet of Dongxuan. They will hold a new poetry chant at the Imperial Grand Theatre tonight!"

Seeing that passers-by were automatically scattered on both sides of the road, looking forward to the end of the long street, especially those boys and girls, who were like dating their first lovers, with a happy blush on their faces. Xia Feng couldn't help asking Yasin curiously: "Who is Martin? What kind of person is this Changda?

"You don't even know Changda?" Before Yaxin answered, Ji Xuanxuan said with angrily, "He is the best bard of my Dongxuan clan, and his reputation has spread all over the continent of Atlandis!"

"I heard that Martin is also the most famous bard poet of the Western people," Yaxin said, "but our Dongling City is too remote, and these famous great poets can't come, so we have never been able to see them, let alone listen to their poems."

"Oh! It turned out to be a colleague!" Xia Feng curled her lips disapprovingly and said to Ji Xuanxuan, who looked a little sour and excited, "You have never heard them chanting poems. How do you know that they are the best? The best bards on the continent of Atlandis are here. Saying that, he exaggeratedly straightened his chest.

"Blow? You? If you are the best, why have I never heard of your name before? Why didn't I see you hold an eulogy at the Imperial Grand Theatre in the West? Ji Xuanxuan curled her lips with a disdainful face and then closed her eyes with a worshipful face. "Although I haven't heard it with my own ears, some of Mr. Changda's poems are often recited among many Dongxuan nobles, which are really beautiful."

While talking, the people around him suddenly became excited. Everyone stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks to look at the end of the long street. Many boys and girls, whether Dongxuan or Daxi, were screaming loudly. In the competition, they generally shouted the name of the best bard of their nation: "Matin!" Changda!" Changda!" Martin."

Two luxurious six carriages galloped across the long street, and many boys and girls screamed crazily to chase the carriage, and many people were so excited that they burst into tears. Ji Xuanxuan also screamed excitedly and chased the carriage like those girls. Changda's name was the highest in her mouth.

Seeing that Yaxin beside him did not catch up, he couldn't help stretching his neck with hope and couldn't help looking at the carriage with the closed curtain. Xia Feng muttered dissatisfiedly, "Damn it! I didn't expect that the ancient empire also had the most fashionable fans!"

It was not until the carriage completely disappeared at the end of the long street that Ji Xuanxuan ran back sweating, with a happy blush on her face that she had never seen before. She jumped her feet and shouted excitedly at Yaxin and Xia Feng: "I see Changda! His curtain was just blown up by the wind, and I saw his whole side!"

"I'm convinced of YOU!" Xia Feng only felt an unspeakable sadness in his heart and couldn't help saying harshly to Ji Xuanxuan, "If I can't prove that I am the best bard on this continent, even if I have been practicing karaoke for more than ten years, I have listened to pop music for nothing for half my life."

"I put a green onion in my nose again!" Ji Xuanxuan showed her angry disdain again, but immediately comforted Xia Feng with a smile and said, "Actually, your poem is quite pleasant to listen to, but if you want to compare with Mr. Changda, I'm afraid it's like a star to the moon and a pearl of rice. If Chanda and Martin are real bards, you can probably only be regarded as 'wild wanderers', and you can only shout to those soldiers in the field, 'Cut off the heads of the devils!'"

Xia Feng was so angry that he couldn't speak. He deliberately ignored Ji Xuanxuan and sang gently to the beautiful girls facing him: "Look over, look over, look over! The handsome man here is very talented, but he is regarded as ugly." Fortunately, the Western girls are very enlightened and did not regard this ugly behavior with the skin color of the Dongxuan ethnic group and the appearance of the Western ethnic group as flirting.

The three of them crossed the Saiang River all the way to Dongcheng. Because of the origin of Prince Yaxin, Ji Xuanxuan has always been a young lady. Although she had a lot of entanglement when she went out, she couldn't stand the flowers along the way. When she arrived in Poseidon, there were few children. Not to mention that Xia Feng used to swipe cards when he went there, and he never had the habit of bringing money. Now he comes to a world where there is no place to swipe cards, he feels the importance of money. The gold, silver and jewelry given by the King of Lie in Jincheng have been rewarded to those who liked it as garbage. Now that the three people's wallets have bottomed out, they have to choose a dilapidated and low tavern when eating, and they have no choice but to do it again.

Entering the pub, there are few people in it, and the shop staff's greetings also look lazy and unspirited. As soon as the three picked a table by the door and sat down, Yaxin was stunned and stared behind Xia Feng with a surprised face. Xia Feng looked back curiously and saw a thin man with shabby clothes and a frosty face sitting at a table not far behind him, carefully stuffing small pieces of steamed bread into his mouth. The man's sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his temples, with cold light flashing in his eyes, and his facial lines were strong and cold. That look is eye-catching enough, not to mention an old sword on his desk. Somehow, seeing that he was so serious and careful to eat steamed buns, Xia Feng couldn't help thinking of A Fei written by Gu Long, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: If this guy is a few years younger, he will simply be a standard ancient costume cool brother!

Seeing that the other party looked up and glanced at himself coldly, Xia Feng had to withdraw his eyes and asked Yaxin in a low voice, "Who is this cool uncle? Do you seem to know each other?

Yaxin lowered his head and whispered, "The first swordsman of Dongxuan Kingdom, the commander of the imperial forest army, Bian Changfeng! It's strange! Why is he here?

The first swordsman? Why is it the abusive plot of martial arts movies? Xia Feng thought dissatisfiedly and joked disapprovingly, "It's rare to meet an old acquaintance in another country. If you go over and say hello, you may pass on one or two of our peerless swordsmanship."

"I still don't want it! Besides, he doesn't know me." Yaxin quickly shook his head and said, "Dongxuan often sends secret agents to Daxi. We should try our best to pretend not to know each other. It's just that the commander of the imperial army came to be a spy. It doesn't seem to make sense!"

"Who is so blind and sends him to be a spy?" Xia Feng couldn't help swearing again. Fortunately, no one here understood these mother tongues, otherwise they would have to be looked at by the two of them.

The three were muttering while eating, but after seeing that Bian Changfeng had finished eating and paying the bill, they slowly came to the table of the three. The three looked at him curiously, but he ignored Yaxin and Xia Feng, and only stared at Ji Xuanxuan and asked coldly, "Where did your sword come from?"

The unique sword of light casually rested at Ji Xuanxuan's feet and stood against the stool. His cold eyes gave people an instinctive sense of oppression, which made Ji Xuanxuan a little nervous and couldn't help answering, "I picked it up."

"Picked it up?" Bian Changfeng's face showed a trace of ridicing, and he was obviously completely disbelieving, "Where did you pick it up?"

"From the peak of death!"

"The Peak of Death?" Bian Changfeng's face was even more sasneer. His attitude had aroused Xia Feng's unhappiness. He quickly stopped Ji Xuanxuan, who still had to explain, and then taught her loudly: "You should tell him like this, 'Damn! It doesn't matter where I picked it up!" While speaking, it is better than the well-known male sign language.

Bian Changfeng's eyes turned to Xia Feng's face and stared at Xia Feng like a sharp sword. Xia Feng met his eyes carelessly. His face was relaxed, but he was secretly surprised: strange! Why do I suddenly feel cold all over? Is it really murderous? Isn't Gu Long's brag?

"This sword is one of my elders. He has been missing for more than ten years, and I have been looking for him." The wind slowed down a little, but it was still cold and unheard in the ears of others.

"Ha!" Xia Feng laughed and pointed to the sword in Bian Changfeng's hand and joked, "Your sword seems to be the tatter of one of my brothers. Show me first. If it's true, I'll take it back."

"Bun bastard!" Bian Changfeng scolded and suddenly grabbed the hilt of his sword. Almost at the same time, Xia Feng's hand also held the hilt of the cicada wing knife on the table. The two looked at each other quietly, one was as cold as a sword, and the other looked as usual. For a long time, Bian Changfeng slowly released the hilt of the sword and lightly praised: "What a fast hand!"

"You're not slow either." Xia Feng let go of the knife handle, and his lazy look returned to his face.

Bian Changfeng took a deep breath and said slowly, "This sword is indeed my master's portable blade. If you know his whereabouts, please don't hesitate to tell me."

"Ha, it turns out that the 'death of the sky' is your master?" Xia Feng suddenly realized that he was about to tell him the truth, but suddenly thought that if he said this, he would really take back the relics of his ancestors righteously. As soon as I thought about it, I deliberately shirked, "It was okay to tell you, but I'm very unhappy now that I'm scared by you. When I'm in a good mood and you happen to meet me again, maybe I'll tell you.

Bian Changfeng's face turned red and stunned for a long time. Suddenly, he turned around and left without saying a word. As soon as he left the store, Ji Xuanxuan couldn't help gesturing and burst out the swear words that Xia Feng had just taught her: "Damn! It doesn't matter where I pick it up!' Ha! It's really cool to talk to the famous Bian Changfeng like this!" After being with Xia Feng for a long time, she also learned a lot of fashionable words.

" Xuanxuan!" Yaxin raised his face to teach his cousin a lesson, but he couldn't help laughing, let go of the handle of the knife that almost came out of the water, and complained to Xia Feng repeatedly, "You are so arrogant that you almost lost your life here."

Xia Feng smiled lazily and did not argue. Yasin thought and shook his head again. "It seems that Bian Changfeng has more important things to do, so he can't even inquire about the whereabouts of the master, and even the Bright Sword doesn't want to be taken back." Speaking of this, he couldn't help patting his forehead and suddenly realized, "He is also looking for Princess Yaoji!"

As the three were talking, the shopkeeper suddenly came over nervously and said, "Three guests, the store is going to be closed. Hurry up and go."

Yasin looked at the sky outside and asked strangely, "What's the opening so early?"

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and suddenly lowered his voice: "I heard that the Imperial Guard was searching the whole city, saying that it was looking for a Dongxuan man, and all the inns and hotels were closed in advance."

"Imperial Guard?" Yasin was shocked, "But the Imperial Guard called the Black Ravens?"

"I didn't say that!" The shopkeeper was shocked and then whispered, "There is only one imperial guard in the West."

"Let's go!" Yasin quickly paid for the meal and invited the two to leave. The three went out of the pub and saw that he looked a little nervous. Xia Feng couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? What is the Imperial Guard? It sounds like the fascist SS.

Yasin stared at Xia Feng strangely, "Why is it strange that sometimes you can do everything, but sometimes you don't know anything!" With that, he glanced around carefully and saw that there was no one nearby. Then he whispered, "Although I have never seen it, I have heard of the Imperial Guard of the Great West, which is directly controlled by the emperor and the Senate of the Great West, specializing in the detection, arrest, suppression and surveillance of all figures that may pose a danger to the empire, from the aristocracy. As for civilians, it is a bit like the detective agency of our Dongxuan country. It is powerful, ruthless, and has broad eyesight. Everyone in Western China is afraid of it and calls it the Black Raven Team behind its back. It means that meeting it is like meeting a crow, and it must be unlucky.

"It's really the SS!" Xia Feng was surprised, but then shook his head disapprovingly. "They are looking for a Dongxuan person. We are three. That's definitely not us. I think it's mostly Bian."

"What's the surname of Bina?" Ji Xuanxuan opened her eyes strangely. Of course, Xia Feng could not explain the common Internet terms to her, so she had to talk nonsense: "Just the boy Changfeng, 'Ya' is a 'little boy'."

Ji Xuanxuan thought about it and immediately learned to use it now. She said to Xia Feng seriously, "You really know how to make words, but 'you' is really better than 'you boy'."

The three were talking and laughing when they saw a small group of masked knights in black horses passing through the long street, and pedestrians on the street dodged in panic. Looking at the dress of those knights, you don't need to ask. This is the Black Ravens of the Great Western Empire.

"They are posting portraits, and now it's troublesome." Ji Xuanxuan looked at the "black crows" far away with gloating, and then pleaded with Yasin's sleeves, "Cousin, it's rare to meet the two greatest bards singing new poems. Let's go and have a look."

"Do you think this is in Dongling?" Yasin shook his sleeves and said, "Not to mention that we don't have money, we can't enter even if we have money. The Imperial Grand Theatre is not allowed to enter at all!"

"Go and have a look. Maybe if you can get in," said Ji Xuanxuan, taking off the pearl necklace on her neck. "At most, I don't believe I can't get in if I have money."

"Do you even want to be your favorite necklace? Just to see a singing party?"

"Go and try it. I've never heard Mr. Changda recite poems with their own ears. Just this time!"

"Princess Yaoji hasn't heard from me yet. How can I be in the mood to see the singing party?"

"Anyway, there is no clue now. Maybe we can meet Sister Yaoji at the praise meeting."

The two brothers and sisters were still arguing, but Xia Feng walked to the street alone, tilted his head and looked at the portrait of the black crows on the wall, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "This painter's level is really stinky. He doesn't look like it at all!"

The two brothers and sisters quarreled without result. They simply came over and asked Xia Feng to make a decision. The two also saw the portrait and nodded in agreement: "It's really not like Bian Changfeng at all!"

After listening to the dispute between the two brothers and sisters, Xia Feng also wanted to see these real bards, so he waved to the two, "Let's go! Go to the concert!" With that, she casually took Ji Xuanxuan's hand and left. Ji Xuanxuan's face turned red, but she did not shrink her hand and followed him obediently. Yasin saw that the two had made up his mind and had to sigh helplessly.

Because of preconceived, the three people did not see the head on the notice, but in fact, it was a little out of Xia Feng.

The Imperial Grand Theatre is towering and magnificent. In the eyes of Xia Feng, it is like a medieval castle, almost as much as the Broadway Opera House. I can't help sighing: I really don't know how these Westerners can build such a magnificent building? I couldn't help laughing when I thought of this. Even a bigger pyramid could be built. Of course, it's not a problem to build a Broadway.

With Ji Xuanxuan's string of pearls with 200 gold coins, the three really bought the guards of the theater and successfully entered the grand theater after the chanting, but all three of them dressed as attendants delivering tea and water and stood quietly on both sides of the hall. Xia Feng was very out of this, but under Ji Xuanxuan's repeated pleas, he had to learn to be a waiter of an ancient empire for the first time.

The Grand Theatre is divided into two floors, with luxury boxes upstairs and rows of ordinary seats downstairs, all of which are magnificently decorated. People have already been full. Both men and women have very exquisite clothes. Obviously, their identities are unusual.

The chanting has begun, and several bard poets took turns to sing their new poems, accompanied by unknown instruments. When Changda and Martin appeared on the stage, the whole audience applauded and was indeed very popular with the nobles. Xia Feng listened to a few songs and couldn't hear their poems clearly. He couldn't help complaining secretly: except for a louder voice, it's not as good as Italian opera. At least there are loudspeaker equipment, unlike this alone.

Seeing Yaxin and Ji Xuanxuan listening with great interest, Xia Feng didn't understand what was good about this. Really unwilling to stand so stupidly and endure these so-called poems by bards, Xia Feng quietly retreated to the corridor behind. He planned to hide here for a while. He didn't want a guy dressed like a servant leader. He happened to come over with two plates of fruit cakes. Seeing that Xia Feng was idle, he ordered him arrogantly: "You! Help me send this to Room 6 upstairs! To Marshal and Mrs. McRae!"

What the hell! And the marshal? Is there still a commander? Xia Feng cursed secretly in his heart and didn't want to talk to him, but he was afraid of complications. Finally, he clumsily took the tray and sent it upstairs according to the route pointed by the servant leader. I made a series of mistakes along the way, and finally found the No. 6 box, and was scolded by the bodyguard who took the door, "Why did you send it here?"

Clumsily sent fruit cakes into the box, and a middle-aged man in medieval uniform was playing with his beard boredly. A middle-aged woman beside him listened with great interest. Xia Feng couldn't help looking at him when he put down the tray, and the other party just glanced at him. The middle-aged man was stunned and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. When Xia Feng was about to exit the box, he suddenly turned around and asked, "You! What's your name?"

"Summer wind!" Xia Feng blurted out without thinking about it, and the man was stunned again, "Are you Xia Feng?"

"Yes, do you know me?" Xia Feng is a little strange. The attendant next to him suddenly scolded: "You bastard! How dare you be so rude to talk to the marshal?

The middle-aged man raised his hand to stop the attendant who wanted to kick him. He looked at Xia Feng for a moment with great interest and nodded slowly and said, "Well, it's really a little different, Dongxuan people?"

"It's okay." Xia Feng shrugged his shoulders. Now the middle-aged man became more interested and asked, "You are from Dongxuan. Why did you come to my West?" Come and be a spy?"

Xia Feng was speechless. He did not know that in public, whether it was the Dongxuan or the Sem, they had to call themselves Daxi people. At most, they could add the clan names to the back, called the Daxi Dongxuan or the Daxi Sem people. Only the exiles and adventurers who stole the border from Dongxuan Kingdom still call themselves Dongxuan.

"I don't know why Count Pallas recommended you such a mixed-race Dongxuan, but I believe his judgment that it is also God's arrangement that we can meet here. To put it bluntly, if you do something for me, I will give you the civilian status of the Western Empire, and I can even recommend you to the imperial army. I'm Marshal McRae. The middle-aged man is obviously used to giving orders and gives no room for remit. Unexpectedly, when Xia Feng heard Paras's name, his face darkened: "I'm sorry, I won't do anything for anyone."

McRae was a little surprised, "You don't want to know what it is?" Do you know what the consequences of rejection will be?

"No! Never mind!" Xia Feng said neatly and turned around to leave, but was stopped by the two attendants in the box. The two were obviously proficient in martial arts. As soon as they reached out, they grabbed Xia Feng's collarbone. Unexpectedly, they felt a pain in their fingers and had been hit by Xia Feng. The two couldn't help taking a step back and took this opportunity for Xia Feng to rush out of the box.

"Catch him quickly!" McRae quickly ordered to the atheron and complained to the lady beside him, "I really don't know what the Imperial Guard is doing. I didn't find this guy and let the Dongxuan bastard sneak into the Imperial Theatre and openly appeared in my box."

The two attendants shouted and chased out, and immediately attracted the guards in the corridor. Several guards immediately waved their knives around Xia Feng. Xia Feng habitually touched his waist and remembered that in order to sneak into the Imperial Grand Theatre, his cicada wing knives and Yaxin and Ji Xuanxuan's swords were temporarily left in the pawnshop, and now they were completely bare-handed. However, he was not afraid. Before the oncoming guard came out of the knife, he had kicked the other party's calf. The guard screamed and fell to the ground. Xia Feng raised his foot to raise the long knife he threw and blocked the blade of the two guards behind him.

The narrow corridor made Xia Feng unable to get out. Seeing that both ends of the corridor were full of guards, it was impossible to break out, and the invisible cloak had been put away in his arms and had no time to take it out now because he had to wear this kind of tight uniform of attendants. Xia Feng had to break into a box next to him. In the scream of a lady, he pulled the curtain outside the box and jumped out and slid from the two-high box to the hall. The interior of the Grand Theatre suddenly became chaotic, and everyone turned their eyes to Xia Feng, while the noble ladies nearby screamed and dodged into the distance. Only the bard on the stage still chanted professionally and was completely unaffected by the riots under the stage.

"What's going on?" Yaxin and Ji Xuanxuan hurriedly greeted them. Xia Feng didn't have time to explain. He knocked down the two guards nearby like lightning, and then waved to them, "Flash! Let's go out first!" As he spoke, he took off his servant's uniform and followed the chaotic people to rush out of the gate. Yaxin and Ji Xuanxuan took a look and didn't have time to ask more about it. They also took off their uniforms as they ran and rushed out in the chaotic crowd.

Suddenly, the guards guarding the door did not dare to use force to stop these riotous nobles with status and status, so they had to let them rush out randomly. Xia Feng and the three of them got out of the Imperial Theatre smoothly among these nobles.

There is an open square outside the Grand Theatre. A small group of Imperial Guards in black horses are coming quickly. The two attendants chased from the Grand Theatre hurriedly pointed to Xia Feng and shouted to the imperial guards: "Catch him! He is Xia Feng!"

The dozen warriors in black immediately fanned and surrounded Xia Feng. Yaxin and Ji Xuanxuan did not want to leave Xia Feng to escape alone. As a result, they also became the target of the Imperial Guard. The samurai in the middle of the fan stopped the horse ten steps away from the three, and the whole fan team immediately stopped. The knight's helmet covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of green eyes, tight lips and mouth, and a resolute jaw exposed. He seems to be young, and there is no beard under his upper jaw. The cap cherry on his helmet is different from others. Others are red, and only he is golden. Obviously, he is the leader of this team of imperial guards.

"Throw down the weapon! Kneel and surrender!" He stared coldly at the summer wind, and the black cloak was hunting, but one person and one horse did not move at all. This movement suddenly gave people a feeling of standing in the abyss.

Xia Feng tilted his head and squinted at the knight on the horse, with a trace of ridicule on his face, and then raised his middle finger high. The knight's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly pulled out the sword from his waist and stood in front of him. The sword was slender and narrow, and the tip of the sword was extremely sharp. With a slight shake, it trembled like a snake letter.

The knight in black gently clamped the horse's abdomen, and the horse slowly pushed Xia Feng. Five or six steps away from Xia Feng, the knight suddenly hit the horse's abdomen with the spur of his heel, and the horse was like a sudden outbreak of a fierce beast, soaring into the air and jumped to Xia Feng in one step. The two figures passed by, and there was a string of poisonous snakes spitting letters and two harsh metal frictions in the air. The knight in black strangled his horse a few steps away and slowly turned around. He saw that Xia Feng had turned over from the ground and looked at the sword marks on his chest with a stunned face. He saw that his clothes had been cut open a half-foot-long crack, revealing the invisible cloak in his arms. I don't know what material this cloak is made of, but it actually blocks the sharp blade. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will get hurt when I look at it.

Have you met Zorro? Xia Feng was shocked, but he pretended to smile easily and waved the long knife in his hand: "Come again! I didn't notice just now."

The knight in black strangled the horse, and one raised his legs and fell lightly from the saddle. Only then did Xia Feng find that his figure was not very burly, and even a little slender, but his whole body exuded a calm temperament cultivated by long-term hard practice, which made people dare not underestimate. He pointed his long sword at Xia Feng and said coldly, "It's rare to meet an opponent worth fighting. I really don't want you to surrender now."

Xia Feng grinned and said, "It's not easy to meet a cool master like you. I really hope to introduce you to Hollywood."

The knight in black obviously doesn't understand the meaning of this, but it's not a good thing to say, so he doesn't bother to ask again. Slowly flatten the long sword, bow and bow back, and slowly push towards the summer wind. Xia Feng saw his free movements and knew that he met a master and did not dare to be careless. He quickly raised his knife and put on a defensive posture, but he always felt awkward to swing left and right. Only then did he remember that his research on swordsmanship was only on martial arts novels and kung fu films. He couldn't help but secretly regretting: If he had known it was today, at least he would practice. One or two moves of Shaolin Luohan Dao Wudang Taiji Sword! In other hands, you won't be looked down upon.

Regret is regret, and the shape still has to be arranged. In the end, I have to barely put on Huang Feihong's signature action, but there is an extra knife in my hand, which looks very awkward.

Three steps away from the summer wind, the knight in black's hind legs slightly curved down, and then suddenly pedaled on the ground. His body, like a tight spring, suddenly lost pressure and suddenly bounced in front of Xia Feng. The long sword in his hand flashed out and stabbed out with three sharp sounds, which had completely fallen behind the edge of the sword. .

"Wait!" In the flashing light of the opponent's sword, Xia Feng withdrew five or six steps in confusion and quickly raised his hand to stop. Even if there was the most agile reaction, it could not beat the speed of the opponent's sword. In an instant, the three swords broke Xia Feng's clothes again. This time, it was not so lucky. The sword fell on the shoulder blade not far from the neck, leaving a deep scar, and the blood slowly oozed out.

"Ugly! How are you?" Ji Xuanxuan's call made Xia Feng's heart warm, and she turned around and smiled at her, "It's okay. I've been too full of blood and too angry these two days. It's okay to take the opportunity to put a little."

"Be careful. He is the descendant of Guldanji and belongs to the most prestigious Xingliu Sword School in the West." Yasin had seen a clue and wanted to come forward to help, but he was blocked by two imperial guards and had to speak loudly to remind him.

Star Stream Sword School? Isn't it just Western swordsmanship? Xia Feng curled his lips disapprovingly. He has also played Western swords, but he is not as enthusiastic as playing extreme sports, so his cultivation is only a little better than that of amateur athletes. However, he also knew that with the lightness and speed of the Western sword, especially the flexibility of the front end of the sword, the heavy knife in his hand could not catch up with its speed at all, and it was difficult to judge and resist its unpredictable blade. In addition, the opponent's skills are comparable to the Olympic champion, and there is no doubt that he will lose if he continues to fight, unless he has a light cicada wing knife in his hand, he may be able to barely fight.

But of course, it is not in line with Xia Feng's character to give up the knife and admit defeat. In this moment, the classic fighting scenes in countless kung fu films have flashed in his heart, and coupled with the duel experience gained in free combat, he suddenly had an idea.

His next move surprised everyone. He suddenly threw a long knife, pulled out a shirt from his arms, and showed it in the wind, but it was a light white cloak. Rolling the cloak into a long strip, Xia Feng motioned to the knight in black, "Come again!"

The knight in black was a little surprised. He had probably never seen such a blade, but he didn't pay attention to it. Slowly flattened the long sword slowly pushed towards the summer wind again. This time, he began to exert his strength in five steps. He rushed to Xia Feng with two consecutive arrows. The long sword in his hand stabbed out, but he saw a white shadow in front of him and suddenly lost his goal. It turned out that the other party's cloak had already unfolded. Blocking his sight, he laughed dumbly, his wrist trembled, and the sword stroked horizontally. The sword was about to break the cloak, and the other party could no longer avoid it.

I didn't hear the cracking sound of the broken clothes of the sword. The cloak was still intact after the sword, and suddenly rolled up and wrapped the sword body. This change was too unexpected. When the knight in black understood that he wanted to draw back the long sword, he saw that Xia Feng had rushed to him like lightning, and it was too late to collect the sword. I had to punch the opposite side first with my left hand. Unexpectedly, this kind of close combat is Xia Feng's best ability, and the knight in black is reluctant to lose his sword in his right hand. As a result, his left fist did not touch the corner of the other party's clothes, but he took two heavy blows in a row, followed by a hook on his lower jaw, which made him stagger and exit six or seven steps. His body shook for a while, and he only felt that his eyes were black. Venus splashed in front of him, and his head was dizzy. He tried his best to barely support him.

"Good! I can't beat you. You're awesome!" Xia Feng said and slowly raised his hands, "I surrender and I surrender!" Everyone has something to say!"