Chapter 43 I would like to transform into a jade flute

As noon arrived, the entire Tianmenfang City became noisy. The gate of Hongmeng Academy also became lively, and there were loud discussions everywhere.

"Report! Li Waner's bandit team has purchased new equipment! Kunlun knife, Xuanhua axe, fine fish scale armor, double armor, riveted blowback, hemp-backed bow..."

"Is this going to be a bloody battle to the end?"

"Even the practice clothes have been replaced with new ones, and a cape has also been ordered."

"Tsk, you have money but no place to spend it?"

"Report——! The Huyang team had a dinner, but Dugu Bai did not show up!"

"There must be a conspiracy behind this. Find that Dugu Bei. Who can find out what Dugu Bei did today? It will be a great achievement!"

"Report! Abbas sent envoys to contact all opponents, but the intention of forming an alliance cannot be judged."

"How cunning! Try again and report again!"

"Report——! Lu Zishu! Lu Zishu went to Qilin Courtyard!"

The exclamation was like a wave. I don’t know how many people ran out to watch. The road from Shenwu Academy to Qilin Academy was full of people. There was such a big movement of female classmates wandering into the class. There was really no one else.

"Are the Ten Elites of Shenwu going to form an alliance with Team Li Waner?"

"No, Lu Zishu is looking for His Highness Guangli."

"Explore again!"

There was a sensation in Qilin Courtyard, and all the windows were full of human heads. Big gossip, Lu Zishu came to visit His Highness Ji Guangli! Could it be that His Highness Guangli's defeat only attracted pity from the beauty? Bah, bah, that's the opposite, right?

Under the empty covered bridge, Ji Guangli sat alone in the corner of the palace. Being able to give him a quiet corner was all he wanted.

The noble status of the prince, the achievements of being the best in strategy, the hidden talent, all the pride, it turned out to be bullshit, they were all torn to pieces in yesterday's battle.

If he didn't want to be said that he was depressed, he wouldn't even want to leave the dormitory. But in fact, he was depressed.

This humiliation was so great that he had already received a severe reprimand from the palace early in the morning before dawn. It was not a big punishment. He just had to sit in a corner to think about his fault. The Crown Prince of Private Education

Swordsmanship is not a trivial matter. If you take it seriously, it is tantamount to having treasonous intentions. If you really pursue it, there is nothing to say about abolishing martial arts and depriving the throne.

He was thinking that the emperor didn't pursue this matter too much. Did he feel that he was pitiful enough? He was afraid that the prince and the officials would force him to death if the emperor didn't say anything.

Zhao Jieyi's voice started to cry outside: "Senior Sister Lu! I'm sorry! I failed to live up to Senior Sister's high expectations... Wuwu... I lost so ugly..."

The soft voice comforted her. Zhao Jieyi sobbed and suddenly vented her anger. She cried for a while and soon calmed down under Lu Zishu's soft voice.

Ji Guangli listened to those voices with envy, silently looked at the floating clouds in the sky, and thought awkwardly, can he cry to Lu Zishu? Can such a gentle voice belong to me?

The answer is definitely no.

How could I, who was like a defeated dog, be qualified to win Lu Zishu's favor?

Footsteps sounded, and Lu Zishu came up behind her. She didn't use those annoying polite words, but simply called: "Senior Brother Guangli."

Ji Guangli's words were stuck in his throat, and he wanted to say, are you here to laugh at my failure? But his voice suddenly became hoarse and he couldn't say anything. He didn't want to look so pretentious in front of Lu Zishu.

"Zishu, I have something to ask of you." Lu Zishu's voice was very soft and clean, without any trace of hypocrisy. "I want to borrow the Kirin from you."

"Borrow Qilin?" Ji Guangli's eyes sparkled, and he replied without even a moment's hesitation, "No."

He took out a small jade flute from his arms, which was actually a Qilin whistle used to call Qilin. Without looking back, he threw the jade flute tied with a wish-fulfilling knot towards his back, as if he was throwing it.

His attitude was that it didn't matter if it broke, and his voice was hoarse.

"It's yours."

The quiet sound of the flute sounded in Qilin Courtyard.

Lu Zishu can really play the flute. It is a piece of music that no one has heard before and it is very popular.

The Qilin Courtyard was quiet. The disciples, shrouded in the haze of the tragic defeat, raised their heads again and looked at the blue sky with floating clouds. Moss marks covered the steps and green leaves, and the trees in the courtyard sprouted new buds.

The blue and white unicorn was lying silently in front of Lu Zishu. Lu Zishu sat leaning on the unicorn's back, and the sound of the flute followed the unicorn into the sky and disappeared into the distance.

The onlookers seemed to be in a dream.

For a long time, a certain disciple said stupidly: "I am willing to transform into a jade flute, be polished for five hundred years, covered in dust for five hundred years, and lonely for five hundred years. I just want Senior Sister Lu to hold it with her bare hands and blow a sound from her red lips..."

Before he finished speaking, countless fist shadows were already coming towards him!

"Hit me!" Zhao Jieyi jumped up full of energy and punched her head on.

The immortal masters were all thinking silently that if they are so talented, they should be expelled.

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Lingxiao Pavilion.

Longyun Pavilion.

Abbas and the nine disciples of the Xiaoyun Sect were kneeling outside the pavilion, each with a long sword lying horizontally in front of them.

"Master." Abbas bowed his head and said respectfully, "In the battle tomorrow, this disciple and the nine junior brothers will try their best to win and exalt my power in the sky."

A cold and graceful female voice came from the pavilion: "It doesn't matter if you lose. How can you represent the Xiaoyun Sect with the strength of you guys?"

Abbas did not dare to raise his head at all, and said in a deep voice: "Master, we cannot lose this battle. When I came to Dazhou when I was eight years old, everyone disliked my foreign origin. At the age of nine, I worshiped Xiaoyun by chance.

It is my master and my brothers and sisters who have given me a home under my sect. For five years, I have been training day and night without daring to slack off for fear of ruining the reputation of the Xiaoyun Sect."

"I thought I had a chance to win this victory, but unexpected changes happened one after another. The leader of Hongmeng Sect is Princess Huyang, she is not difficult to deal with, and the disciples did not take her seriously. Who knows that Dugu Bai will appear out of thin air from Tianhong Academy?

They are so hidden and so strategic that it is impossible to outwit them, so we can only confront them head-on."

"The Ten Divine Warriors have not shown their full strength so far, and Lu Zishu is even more unfathomable and has no flaws."

"If it's just those two teams, that's it. Li Waner from Qilin Academy turned out to be a gifted person with innate true energy. She also practiced the mental skills of the four courtyards at the same time! She even practiced the Qianzhong Mist, Windward Eight Steps, and Red Lotus Sword Heart.

I, Qingyun Yin of the Xiaoyun Sect, killed four people, including Zhao Jieyi, with one shot! These are simply inhuman! Ji Guangli was defeated miserably, and was challenged by Li Waner's Qilin, forcing him to use the forbidden sword technique of Bai Zhan Qian Luo.

He was still defeated by Li Waner’s Red Lotus Sword Heart!”

Fairy Lingxiao slowly walked out of the pavilion, standing barefoot on the stone steps. The green rainbow sword and floating cloud boat moved with the wind. The mist lingering in the mountains dissipated silently in front of her, but condensed under her feet, winding.

It was as winding as a dragon, making her seem to be walking on the head of a dragon. And the long dragon condensed in mist stretched for hundreds of feet, entrenched on the entire top of the cliff.

Ni Feihong frowned and asked: "You said that Ji Guangli can kill thousands of people? And then he lost to Li Waner?"

"Yes, Master!" Abbas saw that Ni Feihong's tone was a little loose, and said quickly, "If the Xiaoyun Sect loses this time, I'm afraid it will not be as simple as victory or defeat. The prestige of our Xiaoyun Sect will be greatly damaged!"

The Xiaoyun Sect is a sword sect, but in the Koi Battle, it was other sects that excelled in their swordsmanship. This was definitely a huge blow to the reputation of the Xiaoyun Sect.

Abbas hit his head hard on the ground and shouted: "Please master, please allow us to carry swords——!"

The other nine people knocked their heads to the ground together and shouted: "Please master, please allow us to carry swords——!"

"With your current strength, using Xiaoyun Sect's swordsmanship in public is simply embarrassing." Ni Feihong said lightly, "It's not that I don't want you to win, I just think that your move is half-formed, so if you use it, you will fall."

Got the name of Xiaoyun Sect."

"No! Master!" Abbas pleaded, "If we are allowed to carry swords, it only takes one move!"

All the people shouted together: "Just one sword!"

Ni Feihong turned his head and thought for a while, then said coldly: "Show me your sword."

Abbas was overjoyed and shouted: "Master, please refine our sword heart!"

The sword light soared into the sky in an instant, and ten figures stepped on the sword together and soared into the sky. The long cloud scales broke, and the sky exploded. In an instant, the Tianmai sword energy connected into one piece and swept across the vast universe, pouring down like a waterfall.

The floating cloud boat was lying in front of Ni Feihong. A slender finger just flicked the broad sword blade, and a long sword sound was heard, and the sword energy in the sky collapsed. In the muffled sound, even the man and his sword swept away the dust...

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It rained in Hongmeng Academy, thunder rang for half the night, and the torrential rain washed away the entire Hongmeng Mountain. The dragon protecting the mountain burrowed in the clouds all night, and in the early morning the clouds cleared and the sun appeared, and the morning glow was as brilliant as a fairyland.

After the morning bell, Hongmeng Academy was awakened from silence and shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

The war drums are beating in the Valley of the Four Winds.

The three groups of disciples on duty beat the drum once every quarter of an hour, and the roars of disciples from each academy gradually filled the sky in support of our team.

For Qilin Academy, this situation is more complicated.

On the one hand, they hope that Li Waner's bandits can win the championship. On the other hand, they hope that Lu Zishu will beat Li Waner and avenge Ji Guangli's team.

This emotion is very subtle, especially when Ji Guangli suddenly revealed his true strength and transformed from a gentle imperial disciple to the Shura God of War. However, he still failed miserably. After being pressed to the ground and rubbed by Li Waner, his popularity not only did not decrease, but actually increased.

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The killing of his teammates and the constant humiliation made him do this, and there was no shame in losing. In order to restore the dignity of the whole team, what could be wrong with Yu Di, who did not hesitate to expose his sword skills and was accused? Ji Guangli was pinned to the ground and rubbed the fiasco.

It even impressed many senior sisters, who looked over with pity in their eyes.

As for Li Waner's bandit team, it doesn't matter if they win or lose. After all, the thought of calling those bandits senior brothers in the future makes everyone feel chills.

When Lu Zishu went to the Qilin Temple and received a blue and white Qilin as a gift, the sensation caused was like a boulder flat on a lake. The sensation it caused and the significance it represented were both extraordinary.

The quiet flute sounded, and Lu Zishu appeared at the head of the Shenwu Ten Heroes riding a blue and white unicorn. She wore a snow-white fairy skirt and sat sideways on the unicorn's back. The blue and white unicorn was majestic, stepping on the clouds with four hooves, and was completely alive. What's even more shocking is that

, Lu Zishu didn't even have a sword on her body, and she only had a flute in her hand. The sound of the flute lingered softly and echoed in the mist.

All sounds in the Valley of the Four Winds are silent except for the sound of the flute.

The flute is not a whistle. When you play the flute, your mouth cannot touch the flute body at all. You don’t need to worry about this detail, right? My sister must be pure and pure.
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