Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 227 Visit
Zhang Junxue took the top one and whispered: "I wish you good results tomorrow."

"Hahahahaha." Zhang Junlan laughed, "He has no tomorrow."

"what"

"He was so embarrassed today, he didn't even survive twenty strokes."

"What can you do if you meet someone from Cuiyu?" Zhang Junyan argued loudly, "Didn't I tell you? Chu Nian, the Cuiyu Sword Sect is number one among all four generations! How to fight? I am the boss of the Zhang family, not a Bo. The boss of Wangzhou.”

Zhang Junlan sighed: "You are the boss and you are timid before fighting. It is normal for us younger brothers and sisters to be unable to defeat the people of the sect - is it Jun Xue?"

Zhang Junxue held the persimmon in her hands, bit it open and sipped it, and looked at them with a smile on her face, saying nothing.

"But Jun Xue defeated him." Another person interjected, "But we did encounter many people from the sect this year. In previous years, the losers did not have these people."

"Isn't that right? I said it when I came here. Everything else is fine. Don't run into Baizhu Pavilion. I am restraining my sword skills. If I meet them, I will definitely lose one round of ranking." The second brother sat slumped. , raised his hands to the sky, "It turned out that the three consecutive rounds were all at Baizhu Pavilion. It's really bad luck, and there is no way for gods to save it!"

"Because in previous years, the three and four students in the sect were all on the winner, but this year there are many powerful people at the top of the winner's side. One layer after another, we are pushed away." The third brother, Zhang Junshu, was still sitting there. Picking up leftovers to eat at the table, he still has a loser to beat tomorrow, "Jun Xue, among the people who came down today, who do you think is stronger?"

He was obviously talking about the eight people who were eliminated from the winners today. As one of the eight people who came up from the losers, he would compete with them for the top sixteen spots tomorrow.

Zhang Junxue thought for a while: "Brother Gu Guang and Zhang Huan are both born five years ago. I don't know about the others."

"Jun Xue doesn't care about Si Sheng's defeated general." Zhang Junlan hugged the woman's arm and said with a smile, "Stop talking about the defeated general, let's take a look at Jun Xue's opponent tomorrow."

Zhang Junshu chewed the steamed bun: "Tomorrow's top eight. Shang Huaitong and Zhang Zongyuan can't be beaten. Li Mingqing and Yang Yan are also difficult to provoke. Yu Yingcai and Shen Yao also seem to have their own strengths - it seems they can only bully the one." He’s a four-year-old boy.”

"Why don't you think about how he can enter the quarterfinals in four lifetimes?"

"Because he has never encountered Wusheng."

".It seems to be true."

Zhang Junxue said in a dull voice: "Pei Ye is my good friend and I can't beat him."

"Can't Si Sheng defeat him?"

"Then Jun Xue, what opponent do you want to meet?"

"Why don't you think about it and you can engrave it later."

The woman was still not used to being the center of everyone's conversation. When everyone spoke, she quickly moved her eyes away, feeling a little overwhelmed.

At this moment, the curtain in the back room opened.

The two elders came out.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Junxue felt a pinch in her chest and her heart was beating fast.

The third uncle, Zhang Wendi, was a man who was awarded the Mingyuan Sword. Sixteen years ago, he climbed a cliff alone with the sword in his hand, entered a bandit stronghold and cut off the heads of three leaders.He is now over fifty, and the years have softened the edges on his face. Now he stands solemnly, holding a box in his hand, which contains a short sword of light and coldness.

The other one was Uncle Wu, who was in his prime, not ten years older than Zhang Junyan. He was also holding a plate with a pile of bright red silk on top.Everyone stood up one after another, but Zhang Junxue actually stood up first.

The gift of the sword.

She had seen several elder brothers and sisters perform this ceremony since she was a child. They stood in the middle, tightly surrounded by everyone, like the center of the world.When they raise their daggers, they will be cheered by everyone. That is the whole family standing with them.

As a member of the Zhang family, this should be an honor that has been engraved in my heart since I was a child.

However, the woman has been on the edge of isolation for more than ten years, always practicing swordplay quietly and silently by herself, like a shadow in this bustling family.She never said what she wanted to do, and she never thought that one day everyone would buy her a gift.

However, it is like telling a scholar who has been poor for ten years that you are in high school, or telling a cowherd that the female gentleman from that family is willing to marry you. The woman's mood at this time is the same.

An overflowing feeling flowed out of her heart. Zhang Junxue walked over under the friendly greetings of the two elders. She saw that the short sword was as bright as ice and the red silk was as beautiful as a cherry.

As expected, seven or eight brothers and sisters surrounded her, with smiles on their lips, and she was in the center. At this time, she was not nervous anymore, because everyone was very close, and they were not as solemn, quiet and serious as they imagined, watching from a distance. she.The atmosphere was very warm. The eldest brother and the third brother had raised their four hands and shook them on both sides.

But she could not help but feel a little dissatisfied secretly - she felt that the two brothers were a little too playful and she was holding the knife. Even though she was nervous, she still wanted to be more dignified.

But just like when she faced the little sister just now, she would not object to these brothers and sisters who surrounded her.

The third uncle looked at them and smiled, stood by the table, stretched out his arms, fluttered the red silk, and hung it in front of the nave. The fifth uncle held up the short knife and handed it to her.

Zhang Junxue took a deep breath and held the handle of the knife.This was the first time the newly forged sword was unsheathed. Zhang Junxue lightly scratched it on his forearm, and a string of bright red blood beads hung on the new blade.

Then she put down the knife and looked at the pen and paper on the table.

"Just write your wish for tomorrow's martial arts test on it." The third uncle said with a gentle smile beside him.

But Zhang Junxue actually hadn't thought too well yet - that is to say, she had originally thought about filling in the top four, but at this time she felt it was a bit too casual.

For a moment, he stared blankly at the pen and ink on the table: "What should I write?"

The brothers and sisters burst into laughter, and the third uncle also stroked his beard and laughed, saying warmly: "It's up to you to decide, second, top four, or just try your best, it doesn't matter - I must say, it's you Jun Xue It’s too honest. In fact, it’s nothing to write about the top four.”

Zhang Junxue's eyes widened, and she didn't expect this majestic uncle to say the same thing.Picking up the pen, the red silk in front of her was as smooth as new, waiting for her to write down her name and what she was going to do.

The woman raised her wrist and wrote the three words "Zhang Junxue" neatly and stroke by stroke.

Then I looked at the large blank space and felt a little confused.

At this time, she understood what the young lady said. She wanted to write down her ambition in the way of swordsmanship, but she couldn't help it. In that case, it would be the Year of the Monkey and the Horse and the Moon before she could get the Ming Yuan Knife?
The brothers and sisters all looked at her patiently. In the midst of harmony, suddenly "dong dong dong" came from the courtyard - the sound of someone knocking on the door.

The whole class was stunned for a moment.

"At this time." Zhang Junyan muttered, turned around and pushed the door out, and soon opened the courtyard door with a "squeak".

I heard him chatting with the visitor in surprise outside, and then the footsteps approached. Zhang Junyan trotted back, put his head in the door and said, "It's Gu Guang looking for Jun Xue."

　There will be another chapter in a while, so you don’t have to wait.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)