Las cosas malas suceden a menudo

Capítulo 117

Qingyun smiled and slowly closed her eyes.

Ziyi and Xiaoqing smiled at each other, their movements becoming gentler. Seeing that Qingyun was sleeping soundly, Ziyi and Xiaoqing quietly left the room to prepare dinner.

Qingyun slept soundly, and her discomfort gradually disappeared in her sleep.

At that moment, the window in the room was suddenly opened gently, and a woman in red tiptoed in, as if she had no feet, and she made no sound at all when she walked.

The woman in red carefully walked to Qingyun's side, held her breath, and gently placed two fingers on Qingyun's pulse. After a while, the woman in red frowned.

Just then, Qingyun rolled over, and the woman in red was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hand and hurriedly climbed out the window to leave.

All of this was done silently and without anyone knowing.

Night falls.

The martial arts tournament was also suspended, and all the major sects returned to their inns to rest and prepare for tomorrow's competition. After returning to the palace, Jun Wuhen saw Qingyun sleeping peacefully and, not wanting to disturb her, gently kissed her forehead before quietly leaving.

The Li Palace was unusually quiet tonight. Tomorrow's competition would be the most intense. Everyone was making various predictions about the Qin Palace's strength, but considering that decades ago the Qin Palace was able to form a three-way balance of power with the Li Palace and Juechen Valley, it was believed that the Qin Palace would be quite formidable even now.

Tomorrow's match will be a spectacular showdown between the Li Palace and the Qin Palace.

Night, Weiyang.

*********************************o（∩_∩）o...Sigh, I have to go back to school the day after tomorrow, and I'll only have half a day off from now on.

However, updates will continue.

Three chapters a week for the arena tickets... Sigh, I've lost all hope.

We're so far behind first place, everyone should save some points!

o（∩_∩）o...There's still next month!

Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Departed Palace, But a Good Marriage is Forged - Martial Arts Tournament 4

Leaving the mountain.

The sun shone brightly on the second day, and the weather remained scorching hot, but people's enthusiasm did not diminish in the slightest, as they eagerly anticipated this once-in-a-century showdown.

Everyone is speculating whether the martial arts master, Jun Wuhen, will intervene at this conference. However, it seems that his eldest disciple, Wu Si, is sufficient to handle the situation. Moreover, the Palace Master of Qin Palace is ill, so a duel between the two palace masters is unlikely.

With a clang, the competition begins!

Wu Si was dressed in brown clothes and held a long sword.

Meijue was dressed in red and held a guqin in her hands.

Wu Si's face was indifferent. Mei Jue's face was beaming with smiles.

Everyone held their breath, watching the contest between the two without daring to blink.

For the first time, Jun Wuhen's eyes held a look of keen interest, and Qingyun felt a slight nervousness in her heart.

The entire square was unusually quiet.

After a long while, neither of them made a move. The crowd below began to get anxious, and someone shouted, "Hurry up and make your move!"

Mei Jue smiled charmingly, "There's no set time for a duel, right? So, I can make my move whenever I want, right?" Mei Jue winked at Wu Si.

"Wu Si has always been courteous to women. In every martial arts competition, the woman always makes the first move, and Wu Si cannot break his own tradition."

“Hehe,” Mei Jue chuckled, covering her mouth, then her eyes suddenly sharpened. “I just don’t like to make the first move.”

Everyone's lips twitched, and they stared at the two on the stage with black lines on their faces.

Just when they were caught in a dilemma, neither advancing nor retreating, Qingyun, who had remained silent until now, slowly rose, bowed slightly to the crowd, and said loudly, "Since neither Wusi nor Meijue is willing to make the first move, let's just attack together. This way, we can have a contest without wasting time. What do you all think?"

The crowd, who had long been impatient, immediately cheered loudly.

Wu Si glanced at Jun Wuhen, and Mei Jue glanced at Qing Yun, and they both nodded.

Qingyun smiled, "Then after I count to three, you all start working together."

Qingyun took a few steps back and shouted loudly, "One—two—three—start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clash of swords and the flash of blades immediately began.

Wu Si held his breath, brandished his sword, and charged straight at the long dragon!

Mei Jue casually played the zither while bending down to avoid the sword!

The wind howled, and leaves danced in the air. On the arena, only two figures moved swiftly. Sometimes swords clashed, sometimes zithers were played; the crowd could only hear the sounds, but could not see the figures.

Everyone couldn't help but admire the two's high level of skill.

The two had been fighting for so long without managing to injure each other in the slightest. Gradually, both on the stage began to show signs of fatigue. The audience was also dazzled by the spectacle.

At that moment, Mei Jue's eyes flashed, and a strange smile appeared on her crimson lips. With a flick of her left hand, a red ribbon slid from her wide sleeve, like a red snake flicking its forked tongue, lunging towards Wu Si. Her right hand suddenly released its grip, causing the zither to fall to the ground. In that instant, Mei Jue's right hand slid forcefully across the strings. A piercing, sharp sound echoed throughout the entire hall!

Everyone covered their ears.

Qingyun's face turned pale instantly, and her features seemed to contort. Jun Wuhen quickly put one arm around Qingyun and used the other to transfer his inner energy to her.

At this moment, the sword in Wu Si's hand went out of control and flew straight towards Qing Yun with the movement of the ribbons!