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After the Spirit Palace's Ye Zhiqiu entered the City Lord's Mansion, another group of people wearing black cloaks appeared at the end of the street. The leader was riding a big horse with a serious expression on his face.

It was precisely the Ling Yuan, the Guardian of Worryfree Hall that returned in defeat.

After he was sent out of the crocodile lake by the Murong Dynasty people, he did not dare to enter alone again, so he could only bring the unconscious Hei Yan to one of the Disciplinary Hall within the boundaries of the Bright Moon Kingdom.

After writing a letter and passing it on to the Main Hall Master, he began to recuperate in the branch hall.

The day before yesterday, he suddenly received a message from the Main Hall Master, telling him to come to the Kang City to participate in the Martial Arts Conference organized by Gong Yue. He said he saw the opportunity and took action.

"But we didn't even get an invitation!" Isn't it too shameful to go like that? " Even though he was cursing silently, Ling Yuan did not dare not go. He could only bring a gift with him as he wanted to come in the name of a visit and pretend that he didn't know what martial arts conference was going to be held here. To rush to this point was just the right timing.

After returning from the Murong Dynasty, Ling Yuan had found many famous doctors for Hei Yan, but none of them could do anything about his symptoms. Seeing Hei Yan, who only knew how to play and make fun every day, Ling Yuan was actually a little envious.

When he was prepared to come to Kang City, Hei Yan pestered him to come along. Ling Yuan had no choice but to bring him to Kang City.

From afar, he could see that there was a long red carpet in front of Gong Yue's residence. On both sides of the road, there were even welcoming soldiers and maids.

Ling Yuan was secretly pleased with himself, "Seems like this Gong Yue is quite sensible, knowing how powerful my Worryfree Hall is, he forgot to give me an invitation.

Deliberately straightening his body, the spirited Ling Yuan arrived in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Weird, Gong Yue is holding such a grand welcoming ceremony, why isn't he here himself?" Ling Yuan came over with questions and was about to step onto the red carpet.

Suddenly, a servant reached out to stop him, "Slow down —"

Ling Yuan looked at the servant in shock, and thought: "Could it be that he wants me to wait here for Gong Yue to welcome him personally? "But this servant's face doesn't seem like it?"

"Where did this country bumpkin come from?!" Don't you see this is the City Lord's Mansion? " The servant's words startled Ling Yuan.

"I —"

"You what you? What about you? Look at your outfit, it's dark. How many days has it been since you last washed? Ah, it smells like — "The servant pinched his nose and pulled Ling Yuan's black robe, showing a look of disgust.

"You …"

"You what you? Do you know where this is? Did you see the City – Lord – Palace? Hurry up and go, do you hear me? After the servant said this, he squinted at Ling Yuan in disdain and waved for another servant to come over. The two of them bent down and started rolling up the carpet.

Not only that, the soldiers also stretched their limbs and entered the mansion in a line.

A moment later, only Ling Yuan and his followers were left in front of the City Lord's Mansion which was still bustling with activity.

An evil flame rose from the bottom of Ling Yuan's feet. He couldn't wait to bring his subordinates and rush into the City Lord's Mansion and kill him without leaving a single piece of armor behind, but he knew, that for these Kang City to be able to stand between the gaps of the three nations for so many years, naturally had an unfathomable background. This time, he was here to participate in the Martial Arts Competition, so he couldn't create unnecessary trouble.

After calming himself down with effort, the Ling Yuan walked to the reception desk in front of the manor with a dark expression. An old servant was lying on the table, taking a nap.

It was not because Gong Yue was lacking in authority, but because the various sects and schools had all sent people to attend the evening of the previous day, to take back all the invitations he had received.

The reason why he had yet to leave the reception area was because he wanted to display a gesture: All martial artists are welcome to participate in this grand event.

Ling Yuan knocked on the table a few times. The old servant raised his head and looked at Ling Yuan, then picked up a brush, and opened the guest book as he asked: "Which sect or sect are you from? What was his name? Who was his teacher? "Do you have an invitation card?"

"My name is Ling Yuan and I offer up Worryfree Hall." Ling Yuan endured the flames and reported his name, thinking, wouldn't this scare you to death?

However, the old servant only glanced at him for a moment, and while recording down the details in his guest book, he said indifferently: "So you are the Guardian of the Worryfree Hall, I heard that one of the Guardian of your Worryfree Hall was beaten stupid? Is he here yet? "

The fire in Ling Yuan's heart was about to burst out of his head, and just as he was about to flare up, he heard Hei Yan's voice from his side.

"I am the Guardian of Worryfree Hall, I am not stupid!" After saying that, he raised his chin in a demonstration.

Ling Yuan really wanted to find a hole and hide in it. This fellow had appeared earlier or later, but the moment the other party mentioned him, he appeared like a ghost.

The old servant looked at Hei Yan playfully, then cupped his hands with a mischievous smile and said: "You are the Guardian of Worryfree Hall? Worryfree Hall truly is full of talents, this old one admires them!? "

Hei Yan raised his chin in satisfaction: "Sure, sure.

"Yes, and sugar." The old servant closed the guestbook and stood up to shout.

"The two great reverends of Worryfree Hall — — Hei Yan, Ling Yuan has arrived — —"

The old servant's voice was as loud as a bell, faintly rippling within.

Ling Yuan was shocked and thought: "This old servant's inner force is profound enough to be ranked amongst the top experts in the martial arts world, but is actually a servant in Gong Yue's residence. Fortunately, I didn't make a move just now. "

Only to hear a chorus from within the manor: "Please —"

Ling Yuan walked into the palace with Hei Yan at his side.

Just as the time was set, Feng Yi and Chu Yunge received a notification from the servants. In the middle of the Main Hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Gong Yue was going to hold a banquet to welcome all martial artists and foreign dignitaries.

Chu Yunge closed the door and said to Feng Yi: "Let's go down now, we can take a walk around the City Lord's Mansion, and take a look at Shaoshang and his mother."

Feng Yi nodded his head, "The Kang City has been there for many years, and the City Lord's Mansion is definitely filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. You must be careful, and not be too unrestrained, after all, this is not our territory."

"There's no need for you to tell me. I'm extremely intelligent, so I naturally know about it."

After Chu Yunge finished speaking, she impatiently pulled Feng Yi and ran downstairs.

Behind the VIP lounge was a large garden, with an artificial lake covering more than half of the garden. Flowers, grass and trees lingered between the pavilions, and were not one bit inferior to Feng Lai and Chu's imperial garden.

At this time, there were already a lot of Jianghu people idling here, or groups of small groups gathering to greet them.

Feng Yi walked over, and a lot of martial artists recognized him, and they all cupped their fists and greeted him.

"Pavilion Master Feng, it's been a long time —"

"Is Pavilion Master Feng also here to participate in the Martial Forest Convention?"

"…"

Feng Yi was the famous Moon Pavilion Master in the Jianghu. People in the Jianghu did not care much about him being the crown prince.

Chu Yunge could only follow beside Feng Yi and answer the greetings from the various heroes.

"Big brother! Sister-in-law? " Just as Chu Yunge was feeling dizzy, she heard a familiar voice.

"Qian Qian? "Why are you here?" Chu Yunge walked out of the crowd and firmly grabbed onto Qian Qian's small hand.

Qian Qian happily jumped up, hugged Chu Yunge, and kissed her on the cheek. Only then did she let go of her and said: "Big brother isn't here, royal father received the invitation from the Asgard Mistress, but because he was too busy with his national affairs, he sent me!"

Chu Yunge pinched her face and laughed: "Did you come alone? How come I don't see your boss? "

"Sister-in-law —" Qian Qian lightly stomped her foot, her small face blushing red, as she shook her waist innocently.

At this time, Lei Mo walked over and nodded slightly towards Chu Yunge. "Greetings, your Highness."

Chu Yunge deliberately made a face and said: "What do you mean by calling me that? But do we have to break the engagement with Princess Qian Qian? "

Lei Mo was a dull person and rarely spoke, let alone made jokes with Chu Yunge. He was startled and asked, "Princess, why do you say that?"

"Is General Lei already married to Qian Qian?"

"Of course, everyone in the Feng Lai knows about this. Why do you ask, Princess?"

"Am I engaged to Prince Feng Yi?"

"Everyone knows that."

"What did that Qian Qian call me?"

"Er - of course it's called sister-in-law."

"Then why did you call me princess instead of calling me sister-in-law from Qian Qian. If this isn't annulling the engagement, then what is?" A trace of craftiness flashed across Chu Yunge's eyes, but his face carried a serious expression as he tried to reprimand them.

"Uhh …" Lei Mo naturally knew that Chu Yunge was playing around with him, and was tongue-tied.

Chu Yunge turned to Qian Qian, and said while feigning righteousness: "Qian Qian, rest assured. When your brother and I return to the palace, I will naturally report this to the empress dowager and let her help you take care of this foolish brat!"

Qian Qian fiercely pinched Lei Mo's waist and pouted: "You fool, hurry up and apologize to sister-in-law!"

Lei Mo's face reddened. After a long while, he stuttered, "Lei Mo greets sister-in-law."

"Sigh — that's more like it. I'm waiting to eat your child's full moon wine." Chu Yunge immediately put on a smile, went forward, and patted Lei Mo's shoulder.

Qian Qian held Chu Yunge's hand, and began to ask all sorts of questions, such as where they all went after leaving the Feng Lai, and what fun things they had on the way there that didn't have to ask these questions.

Chu Yunge immediately assumed the posture of a storyteller, adding oil and vinegar to the story of what happened to him. Qian Qian stared straight at her as she listened, her small fists tightly clenched in front of her chest, her face full of nervousness.

Just as he was about to fall off the cliff due to losing themselves in the anti-trigram formation with Feng Yi, he heard a shout that was filled with childishness.

"Sister …"

Chu Yunge turned her head and saw Hei Yan running towards him with his arms spread wide open.

Lei Mo originally stood beside Qian Qian and listened to his story. However, when he saw Hei Yan rushing towards Chu Yunge, he immediately smacked him with his palm.

He knew Hei Yan, and they had even fought before on the battlefield. Seeing Hei Yan rushing towards Chu Yunge, how could he sit still and watch?

Just as the wind from his palm was about to hit Hei Yan's chest, he flipped forward, forcefully lifting up his body from the ground to avoid Lei Mo's palm strike.

Lei Mo crossed his arms, stood in front of Qian Qian and, and said solemnly: "Hei Yan! This is not the place to act. If you want to cause trouble, once this Martial Arts Competition is over, I will accompany you to the end! "