Three giant trees that reach the sky surrounded the black brick courtyard. Their thick green branches extend into the Beiyuan. Three unique small fruits hung at the tips, exuding a strong cinnamon aroma.

Unlike the ordinary orange-yellow oval fruit, these three exhibit a half silver and half yellow color.

Li Shuqing's admit defeat seemed to be a key to open the mysterious door. As soon as he finished speaking, a clear silver light appeared out of nowhere on the half-foot-high ground, like intertwined and entangled with filaments of cow hair, but it seemed to have a clear boundary and no sense of chaos.

The silver light quickly became richer, and gradually covered the entire courtyard. Bathed under this light, Chen Shaobai felt that his weak body was much more comfortable.

The long-term practice of swordsmanship day and night gave him a keen eye. Even in this glory, he could still see something faintly.

In Chen Shaobai's eyes, these silver lights were like inspiring elves, constantly being pulled and integrated into the three silver dragon eyes, becoming a powerful catalyst for ripening the essence of spiritual wood.

As the light injected, the light yellow color on the fruit gradually was covered with silver. After five breaths, the light faded, and these unusual-colored osmanthus fruits have completely matured.

No, at this time, they should be called Silver Longyan. From then on, they are no longer ordinary objects containing spiritual energy, but the essence of spiritual wood.

"Mirage? Or light and shadow projection?"

Chen Shaobai was dumbfounded and a little disbelief: "No matter what, this is too coincidental, just like... it's like someone is controlling their maturity."

Although Li Shuqing was a little moved, he was not as surprised as him: "It's shocking, right? It feels almost like a copy of the scene four years ago. However, I met Zhao Zongjie in the first round, and was crushed by him at an extraordinary speed and ended in a crushing defeat. But today he was buried under your sword, and I can enjoy this silver dragon eye. The changes in the world are really unpredictable."

"But...there seems to be a little more light today than it was four years ago?"

Soon, the three fruits were allocated to the winners.

Chen Shaobai held a silver dragon eye in his hand and had to take great pains to get what he had obtained through hard work. Of course, he had to carefully examine it.

The silver longan is almost the same size as the longan, round and full, covered with a layer of silver light film, and there are traces of golden patterns wrapped around it, which is elastic. He even suspected that he would not cause any damage to the spirit tree with ordinary sword energy.

Although it also comes from the three giant trees that are thriving on the head, unlike the ordinary ginger fruit sold in the streets, this silver longan exudes a mint-like fragrance, not strong, but has the effect of clearing the mind and concentrating the mind.

Chen Shaobai turned his head and looked at the silver dragon eyes in the hands of Dianji and Li Shuqing. He found that they were not only much smaller than the one in his hand, but also had no golden patterns, but they only showed a clear silver color. Although they looked quite extraordinary, they were obviously not as good as the one in his hand.

As if they noticed his gaze, Dianji and Li Shuqing looked back. Both of them were swordsmen with keen senses and immediately discovered the difference between the three silver dragon eyes. However, they just thought for a while and were relieved immediately - since they had obtained one, and were not satisfied, how should those dead swordsmen handle themselves in the dark?

When practicing swordsmanship, you should be brave and diligent and move forward, but you should also understand the principle of being content with happiness, otherwise you will sooner or later be overwhelmed by your own greed.

Many talented swordsmen are not defeated by the enemy's sword, but by their own desires.

Just as the three of them were filled with emotion, a young man wearing a golden robe, a rolling gold robe and a purple gold crown was walking quickly, and he looked at them carefully as if he was watching the younger generation.

But the three winners who have always been proud were not dissatisfied at all, but instead let them go, because they knew that the person in front of them was no younger than their grandfather.

The person who came was Chen Kuangyin, who had been living for more than 20 years.

Chen Kuangyin stared at the three of them for a while, as if he had come to some conclusions in his heart. He slightly turned his head, as if listening to something. After a while, he said coldly: "Although you are still very weak, you are also valuable. So after signing the agreement for this task, these three silver longans will belong to you."

The head of the Chen family is always cold and direct, ruthless to others, and his style of speaking and doing things is completely at will, without any concern for others' feelings.

"I still have to take on the task?" I was stunned by this sudden change. Chen Shaobai looked around and found that Dianji and Li Shuqing both had their own expressions of being taken for granted, so he quickly asked.

It turns out that if the winners in each Muxiang Sword Contest want to get the essence of the Spirit Tree, they must take on a task from the city lord, and this silver dragon eye is used as a deposit. If the task can be completed, there will be more subsequent rewards.

As for why he had to take it, Li Shuqing blocked the problem in just one sentence.

"Who do you think these three osmanthus trees are under the control of?"

Nonsense, of course...

Chen Shaobai suddenly realized.

Swordsmanship, murder is innocent, and the spoils are paid off. All kinds of phenomena made him subconsciously think that he is in a chaotic world. But in fact, the Shang Dynasty can stand for five hundred years. Although it is not said that the weather is good and the country is peaceful and the people are safe, the rule of Jiuzhou is as stable as an ironclad piece. In the five hundred years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, only once riots a hundred years ago, and there is no war.

No matter how incompetent the Fengzhou Mumu was, he also held the position of the lord of Muxi City. He was appointed by the imperial court. Some people blatantly disobeyed the rules he set, which was to be enemies of the entire Shang Dynasty.

Although Chen Shaobai was confident in his swordsmanship, he was not so stupid as to be an enemy of the state's violent institutions.

Besides, looking at the relaxed look of the two people around him, he felt that the task conditions should not be too harsh.

After verbally agreeing, Chen Kuangyin waved his hand gently, and a contract in black and white came to Chen Shaobai.

The paper is white, tough as cowhide, and the handwriting is in a proper manner, exuding a cool and domineering sense.

"I guess he wrote this contract in person by Chen Kuangyin. However, Fengzhou Mu is capable of asking him to move? Even if he asks, he doesn't need to write it himself... Strange things!"

Chen Shaobai didn't want to think too much, and he suppressed this idea as soon as it arose, so he focused on the contract in his hand.

The content is not complicated. He has studied it over and over again in a quarter of an hour.

After confirming that he had not misunderstood the content, Chen Shaobai raised his head with a strange look.

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