The letter has been sent, do you think you haven't seen it? When asked by Pope in the future, if you say that you are doing it in a positive and negative way, do you still need your head?
Salas sighed, sat up straight, and looked at the letter again.
Waiting for an opportunity to eliminate these four words made him slightly relieved.
Send a few people over and test the waters at will. If you can't beat them, you'll say the opponent is too strong. If you can't beat them, you'll say the opponent is too weak.
Anyway, no matter what the outcome is, he has something to say.
He is just a Soul Douluo, and his identity is just a Platinum Bishop. Those Titled Douluo elders of the Spirit Hall cannot give orders, so they can just give them a beating when the time comes.
If it succeeds, then it can be said that the two protagonists are nothing more than that, and they can easily complete the task.
If it fails, it means that the two protagonists are too strong. The people they sent out tried their best, but they were really no match.
The best of both worlds.
As for Pope...
Spirit City is so far away from Heaven Dou City, how can she still come to check it in person?
The more I thought about it, the more wonderful the idea became. Salas picked up the pen, wrote down the warrant, stamped it, and summoned his men.
"Go, find a few smarter people, and keep an eye on those two people. If you have the chance, take action, and if you don't, retreat. Remember, don't make too much noise."
The men took the order and left in a hurry.
Salas leaned back on the chair and rubbed his temples, feeling secretly proud of himself.
As long as those subordinates are smart enough, this will be fun.
If you can fight, fight, if you can't fight, run away, if you can't run, just pretend to be dead. Anyway, he Salas doesn't intend to take the blame.
And it's getting more and more lively outside now.
A competition held every five years!
Salas Looking at this lively scene, I couldn't help but sigh that it's great to be young.
But I, sitting in this Study, had to carefully navigate between the two bosses, thinking about how to answer this unflattering question decently.
On the other side of Heaven Dou City, at an old bookstall in the south of the city, Chen Xuan was sitting on a bamboo chair, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, reading like crazy.
Although the stall is small, the shelves made of several wooden boards are full of old books. Some of the pages have been curled, and some even have their covers missing.
Chen Xuan didn't care, and read carefully. Occasionally, someone passed by, recognized him, and respectfully called "Mr. Chen", and he looked up, smiled, nodded, and then immersed himself in the book again.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the distance. Chen Xuan looked up and saw Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun walking this way.
Zhou Qiubai was holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand, while Yang Guyun was carrying the pole Returnless Spear that never left his hand, looking particularly energetic.
"Brother Chen." Zhou Qiubai approached and said hello, his eyes falling on the book in his hand, "What are you reading?"
Chen Xuan closes the book and reveals the cover.
<Poetry Canon>?
It looks like some kind of storybook.
Zhou Qiubai raised his eyebrows. "You really don't pick anything!"
"I have nothing to do, let's look through it." Chen Xuan smiled easily, "I have always known what I want, but Brother Zhou, although there is a way, do you know what you want?"
Zhou Qiubai took a bite of the candied haws, thought for a moment and said, "I don't know."
Chen Xuan smiled slightly, "I don't know, but actually I know."
Yang Guyun stood nearby, listening to their conversation, and suddenly interrupted, "Are you scholars so difficult to speak?"
Chen Xuan turned to look at him, with the same smile, "Brother Yang Is it hard to speak?"
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment and said slowly, "I only repair guns, and the gun only has one level."
"Oh?" Chen Xuan looked at him with interest.
"Draw out a gun and kill someone." Yang Guyun replied calmly, "Not so much beating around the bush."
Chen Xuan Hearing this, he looked at him seriously and nodded gently. "Brother Yang These words are better than many scholars' lifetime practice."
Yang Guyun looked expressionless and did not answer the call.
Zhou Qiubai couldn't help laughing, "Brother Chen, if those scholars hear this, I will have to fight with you."
Chen Xuan chuckled, "So, they are not scholars, I am."
Zhou Qiubai was choked by his words and speechless.
Yang Guyun rarely spoke and added, "He seems to be right."
Zhou Qiubai was shocked. "..."
Chen Xuan smiled lightly, put down the book, and stood up.
"What do you want to do with me?"
Zhou Qiubai nodded. "The competition will start tomorrow. Dean Xie asked me to ask, will you fight or not?"
Chen Xuan thought for a while and finally answered, "Hit."
Zhou Qiubai was stunned for a moment, and Yang Guyun couldn't help but look at him.
"If the opponent is worthy." Chen Xuan added.
Zhou Qiubai: "..."
Yang Guyun: "..."
This man really deserves a beating for what he said.
Chen Xuan seemed not to notice their expressions and continued to ask, "What else did Junior Martial Uncle say?"
Zhou Qiubai thought for a moment and replied, "He said, don't be too pretentious."
Chen Xuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, with a warm light shining in his eyes.
This smile was completely different from what Zhou Qiubai had seen before. It was neither bland nor perfunctory, but an indescribable emotion.
"Junior Martial Uncle I have been saying this for many years."
Zhou Qiubai looked at him, a curiosity suddenly arose in his heart.
Chen Xuan always gives people a gentle and jade-like feeling, and it seems that nothing can shake the waves in his heart.
But at this moment, he may not be as indifferent as he seems on the surface.
There are people he can't let go of and things he can't forget.
Zhou Qiubai didn't ask any more questions.
When you shouldn't ask about some things or emotions, don't bother them.
"I'll see you on the field tomorrow," he said.
"See you tomorrow." Chen Xuan nodded.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun turned around and left. After taking a few steps, Zhou Qiubai suddenly turned back.
At this time, Chen Xuan had already sat back on the bamboo chair, opened the book again, and lowered his head to read carefully.
Zhou Qiubai withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward. Yang Guyun suddenly asked, "How strong is he?"
Zhou Qiubai thought for a moment and answered, "I don't know."
"How about you?"
"I don't know."
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment, and finally said, "You don't know either?"
Zhou Qiubai nodded. "I don't know."
The two walked in silence for a while, and Yang Guyun suddenly said again, "But what he said just now is right."
"Which sentence?" Zhou Qiubai asked curiously.
"Forgot."
"······"
Sometimes, Zhou Qiubai really wants to kill him with a sword!
Garlic birds, garlic birds, don't even have swimsuits.
When we returned to the inn, the night was getting darker and the streets and alleys of Heaven Dou City gradually became quiet.
After all, this time tomorrow, this city will be crowded with people. Now everyone in Heaven Dou City is waiting for tomorrow's grand event that happens every five years.
When Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun passed through the front yard of the inn, the noise came from far away, and even the moonlight seemed to be tainted with a lively atmosphere.
Zhou Qiubai stopped.
Yang Guyun also stopped and turned his head to look at him, with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
Zhou Qiubai suddenly smiled, "Let's go have a drink."
Yang Guyun was stunned for a moment.