Chapter 109: Side Story

Lu Qingfei was awakened by a barrage of WeChat messages.

She had assumed they were from her senior fellow disciple, who always thought of her as a child, or from the bored Young Master Wei.

But they were from neither.

They were messages sent to the Loving Wuji Sect group.

Zhong Qin: Aaaaaah!!!

Zhong Qin: Junior Sister!!!

Zhong Qin: It turns out our phones can actually be used in front of the Fish Tomb!!!

Zhong Qin: We can even send pictures!

Xie Yunji: Making a mountain out of a molehill.

Seeing that the price had stopped fluctuating, and hearing Sheng Lao remind me from the side, I picked up the remote control from the table, entered a number, and pressed the confirmation key.

I would see whether I could maintain my performance in the second month, but this was the sort of thing one had to pursue while the momentum lasted. I would strive for ten thousand words, though I might grow lazy and settle for eight thousand.

Thus, Wuxie and the others informed Zhao Liangsi that the emperor was still waiting for Great Song to make its position clear, lest a misunderstanding arise between the two armies. They themselves were preparing to return to Jin and report to Emperor Wanyan Aguda.

Those who heard this could not help feeling contempt. Every time they quarreled, Fu Yulian would bring up the fact that she had entered the Ji clan genealogy, along with Ji Ye, who was far away in Hanshu. She used the same three tricks every day—who would not grow sick of hearing them?

Qin Ming heard a loud buzz in his head, as though he had been struck by lightning. He stood there frozen, unable to believe his own eyes. The people who had thrown themselves into his arms were none other than his wife and child. Had they not already been killed by Murong Yanda, the prefect? How could they have appeared at Qingfeng Stronghold?

“Lord Xia, you are overstepping yourself. Since when has this Highness possessed demonic essence that must be reported to you?” Shen Yuan’s voice had turned low and cold.

Emperor Huizong of Song regretted it bitterly. He had issued an edict demoting Tan Zhen to Vice Military Commissioner of Shunchang Army, while reappointing Grand Marshal Tong Guan as Imperial Commissioner for the Two Rivers and Yanshan Circuits.

At that moment, Leisurely Abode had not yet fully brightened. The shadows of the trees whispered across the ground, and not a single figure could be seen in the spacious courtyard. The place looked indescribably gloomy and terrifying.

The thousands of cultivators surrounding them were startled, but after their brief astonishment, their faces lit up with wild joy.

There could be no truly omnipotent god in this world. What people called gods were merely spiritual sustenance imagined by humanity.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he performed a forward roll like a fish leaping from water, sprang to his feet, and turned around. Only then did he see clearly that the white-robed men on the two horses at the other end of the street had already been struck by arrows. One had been hit in the back, directly over the heart, by a crossbow bolt. The other had been struck somewhat higher, apparently near the Shoulder-Well acupoint. The wound should not be fatal.

To conceal themselves and mislead others, they had no choice but to arrange things this way. The Imperial Guards were cavalry, and their mobility was extremely strong. Even if they could not defeat the enemy, they should at least have no trouble escaping, should they?

“Thank you, Miss Liao!” Seeing that Liao Jing had finished bandaging him and begun packing away the medicine chest, Li Wujie hurriedly offered his thanks with an ingratiating smile.

“That works too!” Li Wujie smiled faintly and stopped dwelling on the matter. Otherwise, given An Lushan’s temperament, he would surely become suspicious.

When they reached the table on the left side of the courtyard, everyone seated there rose and raised their winecups to congratulate Li Wujie.

“Director, Yiyi and I both believe what Chen Qian said. He definitely wouldn’t make something like that up,” Qian Manman said, pulling Liu Yiyi over to help vouch for me.

While Liu Mang was sitting on the bench, he had observed that the Hawks’ strength could only be considered decent. Of all their players, Muhammad was the best at setting screens, so practicing pick-and-rolls with him was probably the best choice.

One could never be too cautious of others. Xu Xianxian knew very little about the other side of the world and had no intention of exposing her true circumstances in this turbulent Federation.

Although the media were not unanimously pessimistic about the Hawks, far more people believed that the Nets would ultimately win the Eastern Conference Finals than believed the Hawks could do so. The Nets had already secured home-court advantage, and their home winning percentage had remained exceptionally high throughout the season.