Martial Boss Chapter 65

When Qingyu and Jin Mingxuan arrived at the Pavilion of the Immortals again, it was already crowded with people.

When they arrived yesterday, the pavilion was packed to the rafters with guests. I thought it would be a great occasion. But today, it’s not full, it’s overflowing.

Feng Jiu has been dominating the court for ten days, and many of the princes and sons who had humiliated Feng Jiu in the past did not want to come over to see his majestic face. However, today, many of Feng Jiu’s old rivals came to challenge him again after his defeat yesterday, so they called their friends to come. What could be more refreshing than having one’s rival disgraced.

“Here it comes, here it comes, Jin Mingxuan is here.” I don’t know who shouted.

The crowd looked towards the door in unison.

“Brother Jin, will win ——”

“Brother Jin, fall hard on his face ——”

——

The hall was full of people shouting and cheering for Jin Mingxuan. If it was in the past, Feng Jiu would not have been so tolerant of people’s dislike, but his previous ten-day domination of the field had greatly offended many literati, and in the eyes of those people, Feng Jiu was close to pointing at them and saying “all of you here are rubbish”. This is why Jin Mingxuan, who was able to beat Feng Jiu, was so popular.

Of course, if Jin Mingxuan had defeated Feng Jiu, he would have been the next one to be disliked after he had dominated the competition for ten days or so.

“Brother Jin, it’s your turn to perform on stage.” Qing Yu said to Jin Mingxuan.

“With Brother Meng’s support, this battle will be won.” Jin Mingxuan said confidently.

With a flip of his robe and sleeves, Jin Mingxuan folds his fan and walks majestically towards the battlefield tonight.

Qing Yu, on the other hand, silently faded into the crowd, quietly watching.

In the middle of the lobby on the ground floor, Feng Jiu’s face was a mixture of envy and jealousy as he looked at Jin Mingxuan, who had been welcomed by the crowd. This was the purpose of his visit to the Immortal Pavilion, and now, it was being realised in someone else’s body, how could this not make him envious and jealous.

“Good, since Sir Jin has arrived, we will begin tonight’s poetry competition.” The old pimp shouted.

“Two gentry, which one of you will come first.”

“I arrived later, and it is considered rude to keep the Ninth Prince waiting, so I will have to come first.” Jin Mingxuan said as he closed his folding fan and struck his hand with it.

“Brother Jin, it seems that you are winning.” Feng Jiu looked at Jin Mingxuan with a gloomy expression.

In a poetry competition, the person who came first could not be said to have any advantage or disadvantage, it was just that people would generally think of seeing the success of their opponent first and think of coming second. Those who chose to come first usually had a certainty of victory in mind.

“Naturally.”

“The clouds think of clothes and flowers, the spring breeze brushes the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we were not to meet at the head of a group of jade mountains, we would meet under the moon at the Yao Terrace.”

This poem is one of Li Bai’s Qing Ping Tune for Yang Yu Huan, which has been pa*sed down for thousands of years. When the poem was released, everyone was astonished, and they clamoured for their own opinions, but in the end, the consensus was that Jin Mingxuan was 666. (In fact, the author was too lazy to write about the “shock” and the various “ah, how —— “It’s too awkward.)

“This is the poem I wish to give to Miss Xian Yin. Ninth Gongzi, it’s your turn.” Jin Mingxuan looked at Feng Jiu with a smile.

Feng Jiu’s face was gloomy and ironic, not saying a word.

“Say it, Ninth Gongzi ——”

“Can’t do it anymore ——”

——

The onlookers began to mock again.

After a long time, Feng Jiu closed his eyes and sighed long, “I admit defeat.”

Once these words were said, the ridicule from the scene came towards Feng Jiu even more like a tide. Feng Jiu’s status had excited many people present, and some ugly words that they only dared to say in secret in the past could now be pronounced in public. This twisted pleasure made many people indulge in it.

“That’s enough,” Feng Jiu shouted abruptly and angrily, “I’ve lost, but that’s no reason for you defeated men to bark and bark here.” .

“Cough ——” There was a sudden silence, and all that could be heard was the sound of Feng Jiu coughing due to her excessive force.

After a short period of silence, a bigger storm ensued.

Countless obscenities spewed out from the mouths of these normally self-consciously elegant readers. Qing Yu then saw a scholar beside him cursing so much that his face was red and his hands were dancing, even the crown of his hair was crooked, so he didn’t know if this was considered an angry outburst.

It was a good thing that the crowd knew that Feng Jiu was an imperial son and that the obscenities only concerned individuals and did not involve other relatives, otherwise, everyone present would have died, and Qing Yu might have been involved.

Jin Mingxuan looked in bewilderment at Feng Jiu, who was walking away in a mess amidst the foul language of the crowd, and suddenly lost the joy of winning in his heart.

“Jin Gongzi, Jin Gongzi ——” the old pimp’s words woke up Jin Mingxuan who was a little lost in thought.

“It’s time to go see Miss Xian Yin.”

“Oh, good.” Somehow, Jin Mingxuan’s heart had lost the mood of anticipation that he had felt last night.

Qing Yu watched as Jin Mingxuan left the venue with the pimp leading the way, and also left the scene in silence. The place was so hot, if he stayed any longer, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t be dragged down by some foolish person who was overcome with anger and cursed something he shouldn’t.

On the other hand, Feng Jiu fled from the Lingsen Pavilion in a mess, ignoring the surprised looks of pa*sers-by, and ran around in a hurry, eventually hiding in a remote alley.

The alley was so quiet that she could only faintly hear the sounds of the music in the distance, and the many obscene words she had just heard seemed to be an illusion. This kind of peace, which seemed to be far away from the world all of a sudden, made Feng Jiu very enchanted. Over the years, whenever he felt that he could not stand it, he would be alone and quiet, and if he was quiet for a while, everything would be fine.

Soon, Feng Jiu soothed his mind and left everything behind tonight. A little quietness and everything would be fine, Feng Jiu was used to it. But under the moonlight, the bitterness in his eyes could not be concealed in any way.

After straightening his slightly messy clothes, Feng Jiu raised his steps and prepared to leave the alley.

“Boom.”

With a muffled sound, Feng Jiu’s eyes steeply blackened and he flung himself to the ground with another muffled sound.

“This —— brother Zhang, you, wouldn’t have killed him.”

Feng Jiu has always been sick and weak, lying on the ground for a long time without moving, it is normal for that person to have this worry.

“Idiot, don’t call me brother Zhang, looking for death ——”

“Not dead, just fainted.” Brother Zhang probed Feng Jiu’s nostrils.

“So do we still want to ——,” said another voice.

“Don’t, if we really have to fight, we all have to die.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

A few more people catered, clearly all afraid. Feng Jiu’s body was weak to this extent, if he was really killed by accident, one of those present would have to be buried with him, and even more so, his family would be affected.

“Go.”

The sound of hastily disordered footsteps quickly moved away.

Under the moonlight, Feng Jiu was still lying quietly on the ground, except for the five fingers of his right hand, which were slowly curving.

The force used was very deep and vicious, causing the white and slender five fingers to outline five harsh blood marks on the rough ground.

“They’ve gone far, still pretending?” Another voice came.

Silent, no footsteps, this secluded alleyway welcomed guests for the third time in a short space of time.