The Palace of the Marquis of Divine Sword is located within the Imperial Capital. The mansion is very large and grand in scale, but the high gate and high walls of the mansion are quite old and worn out. It is very different from the situation that the Marquis of Divine Sword has been in for the past hundred years.
resemblance..
On a normal day, people outside the house are deserted, and today is not the time when the relics of the Divine Sword Emperor are on display. Logically speaking, no one will visit, but at this moment, a very exquisite carriage is parked outside the house, and even the horses pulling it are
It is the finest horse in the capital.
In the living room of the Hou Mansion, a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt sat on the wooden chair on the left. He had an elegant appearance and occasionally a flash of light in his eyes, making him look very shrewd.
He looked at the furnishings in the living room of the Marquis Mansion in a vague way. Although his eyes wandered a bit, they were not offensive at all.
Not long after, a young man wearing a purple robe walked in from the outside, with a white marble pendant hanging around his waist. Although his appearance was ordinary, his temperament was very noble.
"Boss Shen, what kind of wind brings you here today?" the young man said with a smile after entering the hall.
The middle-aged man stood up, bowed his hands, and said with a smile: "Young Master, I am taking the liberty of visiting you today, am I not disturbing you?"
"Wherever, please sit down."
The two of them sat down in the hall one after another. The young man was Mu Jianfeng, the fifth-generation great-great-grandson of Shenjian Hou.
Mu Jianfeng held the tea cup in one hand, looked at Boss Shen and smiled slightly, and thought about it, he could probably guess the purpose of his visit today.
Boss Shen is a well-known wealthy businessman in Beijing. It is said that he has business all over the world and is extremely wealthy. He has a Jubaozhai under his banner, which specializes in selling rare treasures from all over the world.
Thinking of this, it is not difficult to guess the purpose of Boss Shen's visit.
The two talked lightly for a while, and almost drank half of the cup of tea. Mu Jianfeng remained calm. After a while, Boss Shen finally said first: "Little Marquis, I heard that the Marquis Mansion will be going to the hotel in a few days.
Is it serious to exhibit the relics of the Divine Sword Master?"
Mu Jianfeng said calmly: "The ancestors of the Mu family once left a group training. If no one of the Mu family's children has mastered the wonderful sword skills left by their ancestors within a hundred years, then the relics must be made public and outstanding people invited.
Let’s learn about it together, so that we won’t bury the secret knowledge of our ancestors.”
Boss Shen's eyes flashed, and he knew that the young prince was probably not lying. The Excalibur Mansion has indeed not produced any masters in the past hundred years, so his status in the heart of the royal family has dropped again and again. Now he can still keep one Excalibur prince.
The title was mostly for the sake of the marquis who was a master of swordsmanship more than a hundred years ago.
"Young Master, it may seem a bit presumptuous to say this, but I have admired the Divine Sword Lord for a long time. I don't know that the Young Marquis may part with the relics of the Divine Sword Lord. As for the price, the Young Marquis can say whatever he wants."
Boss Shen has a lot of money. As soon as he said this, he was categorical. It seemed that no matter what price Mu Jianfeng offered, he would happily accept it.
But Mu Jianfeng just smiled noncommittally and said: "If this is the case, I will probably disappoint Boss Shen. Although we, the children of the Mu family, have many evil deeds and have never been able to inherit the mantle of our ancestors, we will not have to rely on others."
I’m here to make a profit from my ancestors’ relics, Boss Shen, if there’s nothing else to do, please forgive me for staying with me for a little while.”
These words naturally meant opening the door to see guests off.
Boss Shen smiled slightly, knowing that today's group would probably be in vain, but there was no trace of disappointment on his face as he said, "Then I'll take my leave."
"I won't send it."
After Boss Shen came out of the Marquis Mansion, he got on the carriage and saw a figure wearing a black cloak inside the carriage. The brim of the hat was lowered, covering his entire face.
"Young Master, Mu Jianfeng is very tight-lipped. We are afraid that we will not be able to obtain the relics of the Divine Sword Master directly through trading."
The figure nodded and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, these things will be announced to the world sooner or later. However, the Shenjian Hou Mansion really made a bad move this time. Without this thing, they can still be called the Shenjian Hou Mansion.
What? Humph!”
The sound of horse hooves sounded slowly, and the carriage gradually drove out of the street.
Three days later, the Shenjian Hou Mansion brought the relics left by the Shenjian Hou a hundred years ago to a manor in Yunmeng Mountain, more than eighty miles outside the city, where they planned to display the relics.
This manor was built on the mountainside of Yunmeng Mountain. It is a private property of Shenjianhou Mansion. The entire Yunmeng Mountain is about four to five hundred feet high. Even halfway up the mountain, it is more than two hundred feet above the ground.
There are clouds floating around from time to time.
The manor is built against a mountain, with a very open flat land behind it.
"Little Marquis, we have moved the things here." A middle-aged man who looked like a butler suddenly said to Mu Jianfeng, who was standing with his hands behind his back.
Mu Jianfeng nodded and turned around. Eight teams of men and horses were walking slowly carrying eight giant objects about two feet high. The giant objects were covered with black cloth, making it difficult for people to see what was going on inside.
Teams of strong men carried it in groups of seven or eight, but they still seemed to be struggling and had no idea what was inside.
"Boom!"
The giant objects were placed one by one in the open ground behind the village. According to Mu Jianfeng's instructions, they were arranged in a regular Bagua shape, leaving an open space of more than ten feet long in the middle.
"Okay, you all go down." Mu Jianfeng looked at these eight huge objects covered with black cloth, a look of sadness suddenly appeared on his face, and he waved to the others, asking them to leave.
"yes."
The group of people slowly left, leaving only Mu Jianfeng standing there with a complex look on his face.
"Does it really take outsiders to restore the glory of our ancestors?"
...
On this day, it was finally the day when the relics of Shenjian Hou were put on display. There were suddenly many people coming and going on Yunmeng Mountain, including many famous young heroes and masters from all walks of life in the capital.
Not long after, two groups of people arrived one after another from the mountainside. Each group consisted of more than seven or eight people, all of whom were young men in luxurious clothes.
The one who came up first was Chen Qi, who had fought against Ling Jing in Qifeng Tower that day, but now he was surrounded by everyone in the center, and his face was a little pale.
In the latter row, the leader is a young man in fine clothes with a handsome face and a lazy look. He carries two long silver sticks on his back, with tiger and dragon-shaped glyphs carved on them.
The seven or eight people behind him are also young men with outstanding temperament and extraordinary appearance.
When Chen Qi saw this person coming up, he immediately laughed and said, "It turns out that the young prince from Ji Lehou Mansion has arrived. I'm disrespectful." Although he said "disrespectful", he had a look of disrespect on his face.
"Hey, isn't this Young Master Chen from the servant's family?" The well-dressed young man had a piece of grass in his mouth at some point, suddenly stretched himself and said, "Why, Young Master Chen doesn't look very good today.
, Ouch, this is incredible, could it be that Young Master Chen was too energetic last night, doing it ten times in one night, so that he lost his vitality?"
Everyone behind him started laughing.
Chen Qi's face was gloomy. He was sucked in by Ling Jing with the "Star Absorbing **" that day, and he lost a lot of internal energy and energy for no reason. He still doesn't know what happened.
Now being humiliated in person, he immediately said coldly: "Tang Hao, I advise you not to be too arrogant. My senior brother has been in seclusion for half a year, and his swordsmanship has improved to a higher level. This Yinghua Banquet, just wait for it
Let’s see.”
Tang Hao's eyes flashed, and then he said nonchalantly: "Really? Then I'm really looking forward to it."
"snort!"
Chen Qi snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and led his friend into the village.
Tang Hao looked at the backs of Chen Qi and others thoughtfully, and touched his chin.
"Little Marquis, do you think Chen Qi was bluffing just now, or is Yi Xiaolou really making a breakthrough and wanting to win the first prize at the Yinghua Banquet and please the princess?" A tall young man beside him said in a deep voice.
Tang Hao pondered for a moment, then suddenly spit out the grass in his mouth and said: "Whether it is true or not, when did our descendants of the Tang family's Overlord Spear ever shrink back in fear? And I have followed the Yinghua Banquet for three consecutive years.
Yi Xiaolou doesn’t know who wins or loses, so this time, it’s really time to put an end to it.”
The group of people quickly entered the village.
At this moment, Ling Jing had just set foot on the mountain road at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain. In the past few days, Oxfam had spent a lot of effort to help him get the qualifications to come to this place.
The relics of the Marquis of the Divine Sword are on display today. Naturally, not everyone is qualified to come here to pay homage. In fact, there are not many invitations sent out by the Marquis of the Divine Sword, and the people invited are almost all children of famous families near the capital, like
Ling Jing, a man of ordinary birth, would not be qualified to come here without Oxfam's help in running the business.
“Unexpectedly, I owe Oxfam another favor.”
Ling Jing was walking on the mountain road and suddenly sighed. If he owed Oxfam a favor, wouldn't that mean he owed Dongchang a favor? I'm afraid there would definitely be a lot of trouble in the future.
After walking for half an hour, we finally reached the halfway point of the mountain, and a large manor suddenly came into view.
"It seems that this is it." Ling Jing saw many masters entering the manor and immediately walked forward. There were two rows of people at the door responsible for checking invitations.
"Sir, please show us the invitation."
Ling Jing nodded, took out the invitation from Oxfam, and handed it over.
After those people checked it, they handed it back respectfully, bowed and said: "Sir, please come in."
After entering the manor, a servant soon came up to guide the way, passing through a large garden in front, passing through the middle hall, and walking for a while before arriving at a large flat land behind the manor.
At this moment, there are many people standing here, either together or alone in the corner. They are all experts with extraordinary bearing, and most of them are young people.
"Brother, are you here to try your luck too?" Suddenly a young man with a fat face bumped into Ling Jing's arm and whispered.
Ling Jing's expression changed, and he saw that there were only eight tall strip-shaped objects in the huge open space, covered with black cloth. He couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, so he nodded to the person next to him and said, "Come and get one."
