nucmednet Chapter 192 The Gentleman's Sword: One of the Three Famous Swords!
Chapter 192 The Gentleman's Sword: One of the Three Famous Swords!
The commotion didn't last long. After smiling at Su Mowan, Su Mobai went to Murong Jing's side.
Su Mowan then noticed that there was an empty seat next to Murong Jing.
Was it reserved specifically for Su Mobai?
This treatment is too good!
Su Yuandao is Yunmo's general, and Minister Lu is Su Mobai's superior. No matter how you look at it, it's not Su Mobai's turn to sit next to Murong Jing!
While Su Mowan was pondering, Su Yuandao was feeling awkward.
Su Mobai is nominally his stepson, and should be respected by him in terms of both seniority and status.
He originally thought that the seat reserved next to Murong Jing might be for some prince or nobleman, but who knew it was reserved for Su Mobai!
This is a public display of Murong Jing's special regard for Su Mobai.
Su Yuandao wasn't the only one thinking this way; others were speculating as well. In particular, Su Mobai's smile at Su Mowan earlier led many to imagine a complicated history between him and Shangguan Qingqi.
Shangguan Qingqi is the best candidate to compete for the title of Martial Arts Champion, but His Highness Prince Qin seems to dislike the Right Prime Minister's Mansion. Therefore, His Highness Prince Qin's public expression of his regard for Su Mobai must be a way of putting pressure on Shangguan Qingqi!
So, does that mean His Highness Prince Qin values Shen Muyao from the Left Prime Minister's residence more?
After imagining the situation, everyone's gaze lingered between Shangguan Qingqi, Su Mowan, Shen Muyao, and Su Mobai.
Actually, the real reason is quite simple: His Highness the Prince of Qin just wanted to curry favor with his brother-in-law...
Under everyone's gaze, Su Mobai gracefully took his seat, his movements elegant and naturally noble, in no way inferior to Murong Jing, who sat in the center.
However, there is one thing that Su Mobai lacks compared to Murong Jing: the domineering aura that looks down upon the world. Su Mobai does not possess this quality.
After all, if someone is too good-looking, they might not be able to produce that kind of thing.
In fact, many onlookers did not recognize Su Mobai's face; they were simply captivated by the aura he exuded and his unparalleled beauty, which amazed them all.
Thinking of this, everyone looked at Shangguan Qingqi again, and after secretly comparing them, they felt that Su Mobai was still better.
The way everyone stared at him and the meaning behind their eyes were so blatant that Shangguan Qingqi understood them effortlessly.
His face immediately turned green.
He scoffed, "What kind of eyes do these people have? With my good looks, intelligence, and ability, how am I any less than Su Mobai?"
Su Mowan couldn't help herself.
She bluntly retorted, "In my opinion, Su Mobai is smarter and more capable than you."
Shangguan Qingqi was naturally unconvinced.
Just as he was about to speak again, Su Mowan quickly cut him off: "If you want to compete with Su Mobai, you have to win the martial arts championship today, and then the civil service championship three days later. Only then will you be qualified to compete!"
Actually, Su Mowan was also curious.
She had never witnessed Su Mobai in action; she didn't know how skilled he was in martial arts, only that he had a freakish mind.
There's a saying, "so intelligent it's almost demonic," which perfectly describes Su Mobai.
After a flurry of discussion, those who didn't know Su Mobai finally learned his name and began to look at him even more frequently.
Su Mobai, who was in the center of attention, remained calm and composed, drinking tea as usual and giving a perfunctory look as he pleased.
Of course, that look was directed at Murong Jing.
His Highness the King of Qin pretended not to see it.
Seeing the competitive expressions on the faces of the two people above, Su Mowan sighed inwardly, thinking it was childish.
Suddenly, a person flew off the stage and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The person left on the stage also looked exhausted, panting heavily as he supported himself, his face flushed red.
Su Mowan remained expressionless and quietly asked, "Who is that person up there?"
Shangguan Qingqi, who was standing to the side, frowned.
"I don't know him, I guess he's not from Beijing."
The rules of the competition are that the winner will participate in the final in the afternoon. There are ten rounds in the morning, which means ten people will be eliminated, and the remaining ten people will participate in the final in the afternoon.
The afternoon finals were no longer simple two-person matches, but a round-robin tournament. The winner stayed in the ring and competed against the next person until they lost and were eliminated.
The afternoon matches were the most difficult.
Su Mobai was unlucky back then, drawing the first round. But he made it to the final round and won the martial arts championship.
This means fighting nine opponents alone.
Moreover, those nine people were not weaklings; they were all capable of reaching the finals and their skills were not bad. This further demonstrates how terrifying Su Mobai was.
Just then, two people finally walked onto the stage, and Su Mowan's pupils shrank when she saw who they were.
The one in the red and white outfit is Su Ruofeng, and the other is Fu Changge.
They actually bumped into each other!
Su Mowan looked up and found that Murong Jing was looking at her, his eyes seemingly carrying a reassuring meaning.
A hint of surprise flashed in Su Mobai's eyes on the other side, but it disappeared quickly, and he remained calm as before.
Before the two on the stage even started fighting, their eyes were already exchanging sparks.
Su Yuandao knew that Fu Changge and his son didn't get along, and his old face showed a hint of anxiety.
It's not good to hurt anyone, and he doesn't want anyone to lose.
Because the General's Mansion is about to form a marriage alliance with the Minister of Rites' Mansion, losing at this time would be a loss of face for the General's Mansion, while winning would damage the harmony.
This is a real dilemma!
The two on the stage did not rush to fight.
They exchanged glances for a while before Fu Changge couldn't resist and began to provoke her verbally: "If you lose today, then obediently step aside and stop bothering my sister!"
Although Su Ruofeng is usually someone who can't keep things to herself and is easily agitated, he was unusually good-tempered today.
He smirked at Fu Changge and said confidently, "You'll have to have the ability to do that."
When Fu Changge saw that provoking him was useless, she changed her tone.
"Only you have the audacity to persistently pester my sister. Your General's Mansion is full of the same kind of people, one after another—"
"Who are you calling shameless? Fu Changge, it was your sister who started bothering me."
Su Ruofeng retorted.
Fu Changge's face stiffened.
Fu Changge squeezed the hilt of his longsword, a strange smile on his face. He grinned and said, "What good are words? Let's see what real skills are in hand!"
Su Ruofeng didn't want to waste words with Fu Changge, so he drew his sword directly. He looked at the person opposite him with cold eyes, and his aura changed instantly.
The sunlight reflected off the sword dazzled Su Mowan's eyes.
Su Mowan tilted her head, and when she looked up again, she noticed the sudden burst of aura from Su Ruofeng, and was secretly surprised.
Shangguan Qingqi, who was standing to the side, spoke softly.
"The Gentleman's Sword..."
Su Mowan turned her head and saw that Shangguan Qingqi was frowning, his eyes full of doubt.
She moved closer.
"How come I've never heard of a gentleman's sword?"
Shangguan Qingqi, unusually, did not answer her immediately, but stared at the sword in Su Ruofeng's hand on the stage for a while longer.
Finally, he said with certainty, "It is indeed the Gentleman's Sword."
Just as Su Mowan was about to ask again, Shangguan Qingqi took the initiative to lean closer and said, "This is one of the three swords, which has been lost for more than ten years. How did it end up in the General's Mansion?"
Su Mowan noticed that his expression was not quite right.
A hint of excitement flickered in Shangguan Qingqi's eyes. Although he tried to restrain himself, Su Mowan saw it clearly.
"Three famous swords? Which three?"
Shangguan Qingqi slightly lowered his gaze and said in a low voice, "Tianxiao, Junzi, Qiyu."
Tianxiao?
Su Mowan was taken aback.
The sword that Emperor Mo Yao had her try out that night at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was none other than the Heavenly Howl Sword.
Shangguan Qingqi knew what she was thinking and whispered, "That's right, the one currently kept in the Qin Prince's mansion is the Tianxiao Sword. You've really found a treasure. But no, the Tianxiao Sword originally belonged to the Murong family; it's just that someone else has taken it."
Su Mowan found Shangguan Qingqi's words somewhat strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was odd about them, so she simply ignored it for the time being and asked in a low voice, "Where is the last Qilin Jade Sword?"
"I heard it's in Beiyuan."
Just as Shangguan Qingqi finished speaking, a sharp sound of swords clashing came from the arena. Su Mowan looked up and saw the two people on the stage just passing each other, each retreating a zhang away.
Judging from this, they are evenly matched.
Su Mowan suddenly thought of a question. She quickly pulled Shangguan Qingqi to her side and asked with narrowed eyes, "Who should have originally possessed that gentleman's sword?"
Shangguan Qingqi was startled by her sudden action.
He took a deep breath and lowered his voice, saying, "The Gentleman's Sword should originally... be in Yanxue Kingdom."
Su Mowan released Shangguan Qingqi and fell into deep thought, thus missing the fleeting glint in Shangguan Qingqi's eyes.
The fight on the stage continued, but Su Mowan's gaze wandered until a crisp sound came from above.
It was the sound of a sword breaking.
Without a doubt, it was Fu Changge's sword that broke. Su Mowan didn't need to look closely to know that since the Gentleman's Sword was one of the three great swords, it couldn't be inferior to Fu Changge's ordinary sword.
Not only did the sword break, but Su Ruofeng's Gentleman's Sword also pierced Fu Changge's shoulder.
When Su Mowan looked up, she saw bright red blood flowing from Fu Changge's shoulder.
Several young men below the stage stood up and shouted Fu Changge's name. They were obviously his cronies who had come to cheer him on.
It was the same group that was chatting and laughing in the restaurant.
Su Mowan's gaze swept over them and found that although she didn't recognize any of them, they looked very familiar, and she should have seen them before.
Minister Lu and Su Yuandao stood up nervously from the examiners' table, while Murong Jing and Su Mobai remained indifferent, watching coldly.
Su Ruofeng drew his sword, and a string of blood beads spurted out from Fu Changge's injured shoulder, causing several of his cronies below the arena to shout "Changge" a few more times.
Fu Changge covered his bleeding wound, his eyes filled with resentment, and his words were equally defiant.
"You're lucky this time. What kind of sword is that in your hand? It actually shattered my Windbreaker!"
Su Ruofeng took out a snow-white handkerchief and wiped the blood off the tip of the sword.
He casually tossed the handkerchief aside, a smug glint in his eyes, and said in a very irritating tone, "What does Guan Jian have to do with this? If you're not as skilled, why make excuses? Losing is losing!"