Chapter 278: Sword enters the blue sky, famous in Cangzhou

"Mr. Song, I think you should form an alliance and dissolve your marriage together."

With Zhou Yuan's pass, the two of them entered the city smoothly this time and found an inn to stay.

Chen Xiaohua made a seemingly very reasonable suggestion to Song Lin.

Song Lin shook his head and said, "Song Xiangyu is still too naive. She thinks that with our current strength, we can confront the Song family head-on? I am me, and she is her. If she regrets the engagement, I will cancel it."

"It's enough to have this tacit understanding. Why should there be any more entanglements?"

"It seems... that's the reason." Chen Xiaohua inexplicably felt something was wrong, but couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Not at all.

He just wants to cause trouble in the Song clan, right?

"You're overthinking." Chen Xiaohua shook her head secretly.

Even if Song Lin achieved the golden body, how could he compete with the Song clan?

The so-called first-class family in Cangzhou, with a heritage of thousands of years, must have more than just a few golden-bodied masters on the surface! Daring to go to the Song clan to cancel the engagement and humiliate them is no different from seeking death.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Chen Xiaohua looked worried.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to confront the Song clan head-on."

Song Lin smiled and said, "When I pass the Qingyun Crossing and become a disciple of Donglin Xianya, I will find someone to marry on the mountain. Humph, I don't believe that they will have the nerve to force Song Xiangyu on me by then."

Chen Xiaohua was speechless for a while.

It is indeed the crazy swordsman, it is indeed the demon swordsman Song Lin, he can even think of such a weird idea!

Chen Xiaohua suddenly had an idea and asked, "Mr. Song, have you ever thought about not canceling this marriage?"

Song Lin sneered.

"When my mother died, the Song family deliberately postponed the wedding date. Now that they see that I am on the rise, they are sticking to me again. God knows what they are planning."

"Anyway, I'm going to cancel this marriage!"

"Master, we support you."

Chen Xiaohua expressed her understanding, but also felt helpless.

indeed.

The ninth branch of the Song clan is also strange.

With so many young talents in the world, must Song Lin be invited to marry into the family? Is it to abide by the agreement, for the sake of the family's reputation, or is there another reason?

It seems like this farce is bound to become earth-shattering one day in the future!

The night is getting darker.

The Song family consists of nine branches.

In the boudoir.

Song Xiangyu sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the moon in silence.

At this moment, she was wearing a light blue long dress, with elegant manners and a cool temperament, looking like the daughter of a wealthy family.

Both her appearance and temperament are completely different from Tan Tai Xuan Yin.

Behind.

Song Yuzhu seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if she was very in awe of her elder sister.

But she had to come today because she had a family mission, so she said with a face full of grievance: "Sister, I have met Song Lin. He is indeed excellent in both qualifications and temperament. The situation in the clan is delicate now. The ninth branch of the family has not produced a golden body for many years, so we have no choice but to recruit a son-in-law!"

"For the sake of the family, and considering how hard my father and grandfather have worked over the years, you should think about this carefully!"

Song Xiangyu seemed to be listening, but also seemed to be wandering in space.

Seeing her attitude.

Song Yuzhu had no idea what to do.

I had no choice but to persuade him with reason: "Why don't you try to get along with your brother-in-law? I heard that he has come to Cangzhou and is now wanted by the Cangzhou government. But with the power of our Song family, we can solve his troubles with just one sentence."

"I believe that after this incident, my brother-in-law will soften his attitude and let go of the grudge of postponing the engagement."

Song Xiangyu still didn't speak.

Only when he heard the word "brother-in-law", his eyebrows moved slightly.

"Oh, sis."

Seeing this, Song Yuzhu couldn't help but feel hopeful. She pulled her sleeve and said coquettishly, "You don't know how powerful he was in the Giant Whale Gang at that time. If not for this, the family would not have reconsidered the engagement."

"Really? Believe me. My brother-in-law has talent, character, and cultivation..."

Song Yuzhu chattered away in a riot of words, describing Song Lin as a handsome man who was unique in the world.

pity.

Song Yuzhu didn't know that Song Xiangyu was also at the scene at the time and almost taught her a lesson.

In Song Xiangyu's heart.

Ten thousand Song Lins cannot be compared with Yang Qingyuan.

When she was on Sheng Island in Meizhou, her swordsman had already made a choice - never to marry in this life.

No one in the world can change the firmness of Tongming Jianxin's heart.

for a long time.

Silence returned to the boudoir.

Song Yuzhu is gone.

Even if she said ten thousand words, Song Xiangyu would not reply a single one.

The night is dark and the crescent moon is like a hook.

A low murmur sounded, "May 1st, Qingyun Ferry."

The next day.

April 28th.

A piece of news spread throughout Dongyang Prefecture.

Song Xiangyu escaped! She escaped again.

No one could understand how she managed to disappear so quietly in the Song family, which was full of experts.

Only one letter remains.

[A grand gathering to cross the blue sky and taste the elixir. Live up to your family and yourself. Xiang Yu will return after achieving the golden body. ]

"Song Xiangyu is also going to participate in the Qingyun competition! So, aren't you going to meet her?"

Chen Xiaohua was very surprised.

Song Lin shook his head slightly: "Dongyang Prefecture is the Song clan's headquarters. She wouldn't be so stupid as to participate here, let alone participate under her own name. She should have left Dongyang long ago and headed for another prefecture."

"This woman is really trying her best to break off the engagement!"

Chen Xiaohua couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm suddenly looking forward to meeting her." Song Lin showed a smile.

madman!

Chen Xiaohua couldn't help but sigh.

However, thinking that the two of them might meet at Donglinxianya in the future, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The first day of May.

Amidst everyone’s anticipation, the Qingyun Crossing began.

Countless people flocked to Qingyun Mountain outside Dongyang Prefecture, and the place was packed with people.

Qingyun Mountain.

Near every city in Cangzhou, there is a hill with the same name.

Seven thousand years ago, Donglin Xianya established a rule that all young people with ambitions in the world could compete for the title. They would be qualified to attend the Donglin Dan Pin Ceremony, be accepted as disciples by the various Xuanfeng peaks on Xianya, and obtain the immortal status.

Every five years.

Tens of thousands of cities, hundreds of millions of people, and three hundred and sixty people were selected.

In the end, the number of people who are chosen by Xianya to become his true disciples ranges from twenty to thirty to only a handful.

This achievement will go down in history.

Therefore, it has been a major event in Cangzhou for 7,000 years. The battle for the island of Meizhou is a result of this.

But at this time.

However, Chen Xiaohua noticed that Song Lin didn't seem to be very interested.

"Master, you don't look happy?"

"Flowers."

Song Lin said boredly: "This selection will take a whole month, longer than the Fengyun Competition. Do you think there is any way..."

"No, please don't!"

Chen Xiaohua's heart trembled inexplicably, fearing that Song Lin was going to cause trouble again.

He quickly dissuaded him: "The battle for Qingyun has attracted the attention of the world. I am afraid that the number of golden bodies watching the battle secretly this month cannot be counted on two hands. Master, let's just be quiet!"

"Fengyun Crossing is also modeled after Qingyun Crossing... We are not seeded players, so we can only start from the first game and work our way up step by step."

"I know, I know. It's really annoying."

Song Lin waved his hand and strode forward.

After a while.

Qingyun Mountain is right in front of you.

I saw countless people looking up, gazing at a huge list shrouded in clouds and mist in the sky.

The list was filled with a thick green aura, like fairy light, and it was obvious at first glance that it was extraordinary.

"Is this the Qingyun List?" Song Lin raised his head.

"It is said that those who are listed on the list will achieve great success and be blessed by the immortals."

Chen Xiaohua's eyes were filled with shock, just like many other people present at the scene.

This is the Qingyun List, the true method of the immortals.

Once every five years, carefully selected participants compete here. As their luck entangles, a mysterious inspiration from heaven and earth is aroused and integrated into the Qingyun Ranking.

Finally, ten aspiring young people were selected.

A wisp of immortal green air fell from the Qingyun Ranking. With it, one can cleanse his bones and soar into the sky, and achieve a golden body!

"here we go!"

The crowd suddenly became agitated.

The green light of the Qingyun List floated, gradually covering the top of the mountain below, where there was a square plaza that could accommodate ten thousand people.

then.

A loud voice spread throughout Qingyun Mountain.

"In the first round, those with odd-numbered numbers will go on stage! Those with three wins will automatically advance."

The words fell.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the wind was blowing hard, and figures flew into the venue one after another.

At first glance, there were thousands of people!
Everyone is at least at the Gangqi level, or even at the Shenfu level. Compared to the Fengyun Crossing in Meizhou, the quality is indeed much higher.

"Tsk tsk, there are dozens of masters in the Divine Palace, worthy of being Cangzhou!"

Chen Xiaohua was amazed.

"Cangzhou is a thousand times larger than Sanjiang, so it's only natural that there are so many divine palaces."

Song Lin was still not interested.

Most of those gods were over thirty years old, and Zhou Yuan was much better than them.

The real seeded players, the young talents from big sects and aristocratic families, will naturally not play on the first day.

"Master, what's your number?"

Chen Xiaohua suddenly asked.

"One, one, one, four ones." Song Lin took out the number plate and looked at it.

"Then it's your turn." Chen Xiaohua said.

"Oh."

Song Lin nodded and flew into the air.

"Wait, your weapon."

Chen Xiaohua took off the Red Blood Demon Sword wrapped in gray cloth from her back.

"I am Zhou Yuan now, are you stupid?"

Song Lin turned around and looked at him as if he was a fool.

"Uh……"

Chen Xiaohua was stunned on the spot.

He seemed to be despised by a lunatic.

Suddenly.

A knife-like light appeared in the sky.

next moment.

The three flying knives disappeared into the void and pierced through the chests of the three contestants in the astonished gazes of countless people.

"It's done."

Song Lin smiled slightly, turned around and walked out of the square.

There was silence.

Song Lin's figure standing among thousands of contestants was so dazzling.

"Killed!"

"If you get hit by this knife, you will be crippled if not dead."

"What a strange move!"

"Who is he?"

"Is that the Hundred-Step Flying Sword? Using a flying knife as a sword, could this person be the crazy swordsman who has been making a lot of noise recently—Zhou Yuan?"

There was a sudden burst of noise from the crowd.

Some were surprised, some were dissatisfied, and some even had eyes filled with hatred.

A voice rang out: "Immortal Envoy, this person did not get the token and took the initiative to withdraw from the arena. Should this be considered as a forfeit?"

Everyone turned their heads upon hearing this.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, and Song Lin even had some impression of him.

Among the eighteen secret books on hidden weapons, there is a flying knife technique that came from his family.

Song Lin ignored the man.

Turning his head to look at the fairy messenger in the sky, he was the person in charge from Donglin Fairy Cliff.

A man with an ancient face and wearing a Taoist robe stood in mid-air in silence.

Song Lin did defeat the three men, but he did not take their opponent's tokens, which caused controversy.

The reason why he hesitated was because the other party was practicing the Hundred-Step Flying Sword.

This is a practice for mediocre people.

In his opinion, this person's potential has been exhausted, and even if his name is included in the Qingyun List, it would just be a waste of a spot.

At this moment.

More and more people are coming forward.

They all accused Song Lin of being ruthless and murderous. How could such a person be qualified to become an immortal?
Finished!

Chen Xiaohua’s eyes went dark.

He was more or less familiar with those who stood out, they were all families and forces that Song Lin had "robbed" along the way.

Now that everyone is united, they have found something useful to hold against Song Lin and want to kill him with one blow.

but……

Why are you trying to reason with a madman?

"Ha ha ha ha"

A familiar laugh reached my ears.

Chen Xiaohua tightly grasped the two magic weapons in her arms, "No! Don't start a killing spree at this time!"

hum-

A flash of sword light passed by, and then circled around in the blink of an eye.

Dozens of people who stood up to accuse Song Lin were stunned on the spot.

Then he subconsciously covered his neck, looking at the sword ball floating in front of Song Lin with disbelief.

Chen Xiaohua slowly closed her eyes.

It’s over.

It’s really over!
In just a few days, he was able to use the sword pill.

Everything is over!
"Master Immortal Envoy, do you think... I am qualified?"

On the top of the mountain.

Song Lin raised his head.

Looking straight at the disciple of Donglin Xianya who was flying in the sky with the wind, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Danger!

The man with the ancient appearance felt alarmed.

next moment.

call--

Countless sharp rays of light bloomed from Song Lin's hands, like the most beautiful firework in the world, and in the blink of an eye fell into the square where thousands of people were competing.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" screams of pain were heard.

Dozens of figures fell to the ground with flying knives stuck in their chests, looking at Song Lin outside the field with horror.

“Excuse me, am I qualified now?”

Song Lin looked up at the sky with a gentle smile.

There was silence.

All the competing contestants temporarily stopped fighting.

A drop of cold.

It slowly slid down from the forehead of the man with an ancient face.

Zhou Yuan's Hundred-Step Flying Sword was definitely not the so-called mediocre sword in his mind!
Thirty-six flying knives accurately found the thirty-six participating gods among thousands of people.

One person controls thirty-six flying knives.

And those flying knives are all ordinary objects.

With such a powerful mental strength, even my senior brother Jianya Xuanfeng who practices the real sword-wielding technique might not be able to compare with it, right?
Today's incident has become a big deal!

(End of this chapter)