In the past few days, the hustle and bustle of Heaven Dou City has become more and more obvious.
Walking on the street, eight out of ten people are talking about Soul Master Tournament.
Which college is the seed team, which student has broken through how many levels, and which team has the best chance of winning this year.
There are always only a few topics that come up over and over, but people never tire of it.
There is another topic, which is exactly their own.
After all, the two of them are just within the age range of Soul Master Tournament. If they participate, as discussed by the Skywater Academy, they really don't have to play.
Simply because they don't have an academic background now, it makes them relieved.
"Someone came to see you again today." Yang Guyun suddenly spoke.
"Who?"
"People from the Godwind Academy." Yang Guyun said, "I came here in the morning. I waited in the lobby for half an hour. When I saw you refused to come down, I left."
Zhou Qiubai hummed.
This is not the first time.
Zhou Qiubai is missing.
"Feng Xiaotian of the Godwind Academy, I heard he is a powerful character." Yang Guyun continued, "Gale Demon Wolf Martial Soul, Innate Full Soul Power, has never been defeated in the academy."
"So what?"
"If he comes to invite you in person and you don't see him, will it offend someone?"
Zhou Qiubai smiled softly, "So what if it offends you? We are not here to make friends."
Yang Guyun thought for a while and nodded, "Yes."
Besides that War Wolf, what are you asking them to do?
Innate Full Soul Power, in order to study Self-Created Soul Skill, I have only just entered Soul Ancestor. From the perspective of the Douluo Continent, the first half of Feng Xiaotian's life is considered wasted.
In this way, Douluo Continent and Innate Soul Power, which look at innate talent, are everything.
Unless cheating.
He continued to clean the gun, wiped it twice, and then asked, "But, what if he keeps coming?"
"Then we'll never see you again." Zhou Qiubai picked up the tea cup, "Before the competition, I don't want to cause trouble. Besides..."
He paused and looked out the window.
"We don't have an academy background. If we want to compete, we must first find a team willing to take us in. We can't rush this matter. We have to wait for the right person to speak up."
Yang Guyun looked up at him. "Who are you waiting for?"
Zhou Qiubai didn't answer, just smiled.
Yang Guyun will not ask any more questions.
He knew this friend well, and asking him a hundred times about something he didn't want to talk about was in vain.
"There are more people on the street today." He said, "There are a few people in blue clothes, like Skywater Academy."
Zhou Qiubai's eyes moved slightly.
"Oh." he said.
Yang Guyun turned to look at him.
Zhou Qiubai looked as usual, holding the tea cup, his eyes resting on the tea leaves floating in the cup.
Yang Guyun raised his eyebrows. "Your one?"
"What do you call me that?" Zhou Qiubai sat down, "I told you they were friends."
"Oh." Yang Guyun drawled, "Friend."
Zhou Qiubai is too lazy to pay attention to him.
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Your ears are red."
"Refreshed."
"..."
Zhou Qiubai put down the tea cup and looked up at him, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "Why do you talk so much today?"
Yang Guyun expressionless. "I'm just stating the facts."
Zhou Qiubai was choked by him and had nothing to say.
"Go if you want to." Yang Guyun said, "I won't stop you."
"Going to what?"
"Go and see Skywater Academy's people." Yang Guyun said, "I heard that Shui Bing'er is their captain."
Zhou Qiubai was silent for a while and shook his head. "I won't go."
"Why?"
"What's the point of going now?" He stood up, walked to the window, and stood side by side with Yang Guyun, looking into the distance. "The competition hasn't started yet, and we haven't found a team yet. What can we say after we meet? Nothing is appropriate."
Yang Guyun thought about it and seemed to think it made sense.
"Then when?"
"Let's wait on the field." Zhou Qiubai said, "Fighting openly and honestly is better than anything else."
Yang Guyun hummed and stopped talking.
The two of them stood in front of the window, watching the people coming and going on the street.
"Gu Yun." He suddenly said.
"Huh?"
"Tell me, what does it mean to be famous all over the world?"
Yang Guyun thought for a while and said seriously, "I don't know."
Zhou Qiubai chuckled.
"I don't know either," he said, "But I think when that day comes, maybe I'll understand."
Yang Guyun looked at him, silently.
The sky is getting dark, and there are more and more guests at Yuelai Old Inn.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun went downstairs to eat. As soon as they found a corner to sit down in the lobby, they heard someone talking at the next table.
"Have you heard? The rules of this competition have changed!"
"How to change it?"
"I heard that temporary team formation is allowed! As long as it is Soul Ancestor or above and a college is willing to accept it, you can represent that college in the competition!"
"Really? Isn't that cheaper than those Rogue Cultivator who don't have a college?"
"That's right! I heard that White-Clothed Lone Cloud hasn't joined any college yet. If Rule One changes, maybe some colleges will compete for them!"
"Robbing for it? Those are two ruthless people who can defeat Soul Emperor. Which college wouldn't want them?"
"That's right..."
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun looked at each other.
"Have the rules changed?" Yang Guyun asked in a low voice.
Zhou Qiubai shook his head. "I don't know yet, let's wait and see."
Generally speaking, the rules of Soul Master Tournament have not changed for thousands of years. Why did they suddenly change this time?
You must know that although Spirit Hall is gaining momentum now, any change in the rules will require a final decision after at least three-party talks.
Although the sect is now powerful, it is still the empire that leads the execution on the mainland.
It can be said that the implementation of this rule requires the consent of at least two forces.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion at the door of the inn.
The two of them looked up and saw a young man carrying a book basket walking in.
Chen Xuan.
Zhou Qiubai glanced at the book in his hand, and it said <Autumn Water Collection> on the cover.
This is a collection of poems by a contemporary literati, which is rare on the market.
Mainly because it's a bit unpopular.
"Where did you get it?"
"An old bookstall in Nanshi." Chen Xuan gently stroked the pages, "The stall owner doesn't know what he's selling, so he sells it as scrap paper for three copper coins a piece."
Yang Guyun was expressionless. "I bought a shabby book for three copper coins. Are you very happy?"
Chen Xuan glanced at him and smiled slightly, "Books are old and new, and people are better than others. If you can read good articles, what is the difference between three copper plates and three hundred gold?"
Yang Guyun thought about it and found that he couldn't refute it.
Their eyes met.
Chen Xuan smiled and walked towards them.
"Brother Zhou, Brother Yang." He stood at the table and bowed his hands, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I hope you are fine."
Zhou Qiubai stood up and returned the greeting. "Brother Chen, why are you here?"
"Someone asked me to bring a letter." Chen Xuan took out a letter from his sleeve, "Junior Martial Uncle invites you two to go to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Back Mountain tomorrow to talk."
Zhou Qiubai took the letter and felt nervous, but did not rush to open it.
He looked at Chen Xuan, and Chen Xuan looked at him, with a hint of smile hidden in his eyes.
The atmosphere between the two became more and more subtle, but no words were spoken.
Yang Guyun sat aside, looking back and forth between the two of them, then picked up the teacup and took a slow sip.
That look again.
These two people always looked at each other every time they met. One wanted to test the other's Sword Intent, while the other pretended to be dumb and didn't take the initiative.
Boring.