The distance from the square to the stands was only a hundred steps at most, but Wei Yang, the master of the palace, spent a cup of tea to sit down in the stands.
Sitting on the chair again, Zi Tong just raised her lips and smiled.
The master of the palace came specially after the king arrived and created such a big pomp. It seems that the relationship between the Nine Star Temple and the royal family is not very harmonious.
"Your Majesty, can we begin?"
In the east stand, the leader of the Tianji Camp, Zou Tianling, stood up respectfully and asked.
Gong Yunhao turned to look at Wei Yang who was sitting next to him, "Master of the Palace, please?"
Weiyang just gently raised her right hand and waved it.
"Your Majesty, the Lord of the Palace, has a throat discomfort today. Your Majesty can preside over today's meeting." Luo Yin explained from behind him.
As soon as these words came out, Gong Ke, Zou Tianling and others all looked a little unhappy.
Even if Wei Yang has a throat discomfort and does not want to host the meeting, is it too much for him to say a word to His Majesty the King and to ask Elder Luo Yin to answer the question?
"In this case, the master of the palace just needs to rest, and I will preside over it alone!" Gong Yunhao's expression was very calm, and he raised his right hand and announced loudly, "The royal summit begins!"
He gave the order, and Zou Tianling immediately stood up, tapped his toes, and climbed up to the high platform in the middle.
"As usual in previous years, the royal summit is still a literary competition first and then a martial arts competition. Today is a literary competition, and the competition is alchemy and weapon refining skills." He slowly looked around, "Those who want to participate in the weapon refining conference can come on stage.
Already."
As soon as he finished speaking, several people came up from the stands and walked onto the stage along the steps on all sides of the high platform.
These people are all young people, and the most are no more than thirty years old. How can the Royal Summit encourage young people? There is no lower limit, but those over thirty years old are no longer allowed to participate.
Like alchemists, weapon refining is also a very rare profession compared to warriors and astrologers. There are not many people participating in the weapon refining conference. All together, there are only a dozen people.
"Girl, the commoner boy who walked onto the stage opposite is Fu Sheng!"
Zi Tong was observing the weapon refiners participating in the competition on the stage, and Zi Qiong's voice had already sounded beside her.
Hearing the sound, Zi Tong raised his face and looked to the west side of the competition platform. Sure enough, he saw a young man being slowly lifted up from the west steps by two people.
The young man is also about sixteen or seventeen years old. He is wearing a plain gray cloth, and his hair is only gently pinned with a bamboo hairpin, revealing a plain jade-like face, light eyebrows, and long eyelashes that are slightly drooped.
There was a faint smile on Sakura's lips.
Standing among the contestants who looked either arrogant or nervous, he was like a green bamboo, calm and indifferent.
Zi Tong's eyes glanced at the wheelchair on his body, "His legs?"
"When I went mining three years ago, the mine collapsed and he was trapped in the hole. He was buried for three days and three nights before he was dug out." Zi Qiong sighed, "The leg bones were not broken, but he was unconscious. I
I’ve tried my best, but still can’t save him!”
Zi Tong nodded slightly, "It's a pity."
"Yes!" Zi Qiong sighed again, "It is indeed a pity."
The Meng family is a family of weapon refiners. Meng Fusheng has shown great talent since he was a child. It is indeed a pity that such a talented young man can only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
While the grandfather and grandson were chatting, the guards from the Tianji Camp had already taken out the prepared weapon refining materials and placed them on the tables set up on the stage.
"This year, we have prepared the same amount of astrology stones and one stick of incense for everyone!" Zou Tianling waved his hand lightly, and someone immediately inserted the prepared stick of incense into the prepared incense burner, "Now, let's begin!"
PS: Weiyangdian, your support rate seems not to be high, ha...