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Chapter 17 The seemingly useless Qiu Ziyue makes a stunning appearance.

Qiu Ziyue arrived outside Yangzhou City, followed by a large group of people.

Three senior brothers stood on either side of her, their expressions solemn.

Xueying stood quietly on her shoulder, her bright eyes curiously surveying everything around her.

In addition, there were dozens of villagers whose faces were filled with anticipation and excitement.

Outside Yangzhou city, the guards were on high alert and were somewhat surprised to see such a large force.

A guard stepped forward, stopped Qiu Ziyue, and asked, "May I ask who you are? Why are you traveling in such a large group?"

Qiu Ziyue smiled slightly, took out an invitation from her bosom, and handed it to the guard.

"We are disciples of the Valley of Passion, invited to participate in the Qin and Sword Competition. This is an invitation from the Military Governor of Huainan."

The guard took the invitation, examined it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, he looked up at Qiu Ziyue and the people behind her, his eyes full of doubt.

"Are so many people going to participate in the competition?"

Qiu Ziyue nodded and explained, "Yes, these are all disciples of our Passion Valley."

The guard was completely bewildered upon hearing this.

Looking at the massive group before him, he was secretly amazed: "There are so many disciples from the Valley of Passion! Good heavens, what a grand ensemble they're preparing! This zither and sword competition is sure to be a spectacle; I'll have to watch it closely."

Seeing the guard hesitate, Qiu Ziyue said gently, "Sir, please let us into the city. Although our group is large, it will not cause any trouble. We are just here to participate in the competition and bring a wonderful performance to everyone."

The guard nodded and waved for them to pass. "Alright, since you have an invitation from the Military Governor of Huainan, you may enter. However, I hope you will abide by the city's rules and not cause any chaos."

Qiu Ziyue smiled gratefully and led everyone into Yangzhou City.

Before Qiu Ziyue arrived in Yangzhou, she had inquired about it.

It is said that this place was in the late Tang Dynasty. Because the Huainan military governor governed Yangzhou well, the city was bustling and prosperous, which dazzled them.

Shops line both sides of the street, and pedestrians come and go in an endless stream.

Contestants and spectators have gradually gathered here, waiting for the competition to begin.

After entering Yangzhou, Qiu Ziyue and her three senior brothers quickly found the inn they had booked and settled all the disciples in.

The innkeeper was somewhat surprised to see such a large group, but he quickly and warmly welcomed them.

In the lobby of the inn, Qiu Ziyue distributed copper coins to the villagers and said, "You've all worked hard. We've finally arrived in Yangzhou. Take these copper coins, stay at the inn for now, and then do some work."

The villagers responded in unison, their eyes sparkling with gratitude.

As the final round of the Qin-Sword Martial Arts Competition approached, Qiu Ziyue, her three senior brothers, and Xueying headed to the competition venue.

This year's zither and sword competition will be held at the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou.

Under the spring sunshine, Slender West Lake appears exceptionally tranquil and beautiful.

The lake surface glistens, and the willows along the shore sway gently, creating a beautiful scene reminiscent of the water towns of southern China.

The banks of Slender West Lake were already packed with people. Officials, dignitaries, literati, martial arts masters and other dignitaries came to watch the competition, while the contestants listened from below the stage.

Among them were Qi Yuxuan and Qi Yushuang from the Valley of Heartbreak, as well as contestants from the Valley of Empty Love and the Valley of Resentment.

Yang Xingmi, the military governor of Huainan, personally presided over the competition as the chief judge. Several highly respected martial arts masters sat beside him to jointly make the judgments.

Temporary stands were set up around the competition venue, and the stands were packed with spectators.

People stood or sat, discussing the upcoming match.

Disciples from many martial arts sects were also present, some whispering to each other, others rubbing their hands together, ready to show off their skills.

On the judges' panel, Yang Xingmi, the military governor of Huainan, smiled slightly and looked around.

She announced in a clear voice: "Distinguished guests and fellow martial arts practitioners, welcome to the Slender West Lake Qin and Sword Competition. Today, we gather here not only to appreciate superb qin (a seven-stringed zither) skills and swordsmanship, but also to promote traditional Chinese culture and enhance communication and friendship among us. We hope that every participant can perform at their best and bring us a wonderful feast."

As soon as he finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. The judges beside the Huainan military governor nodded in agreement, and the atmosphere became even more lively.

The opening ceremony began with the chief judge announcing the official start of the competition.

The host (ancient host) stood on the high platform in the center of the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

As he counted the number of contestants, his loud, resonant, and magnetic voice echoed throughout the concert hall: "Distinguished guests, honored judges, and outstanding participants, our piano competition is about to begin. Before that, let us do a final headcount..."

"Wait a moment, everyone please wait a moment. There is another contestant participating today, Qiu Ziyue. She is a musician from the Valley of Passion. We have discussed this beforehand, and she will not need to participate in the preliminary rounds and semi-finals. She will directly participate in the finals."

After counting the number of people, he said, and asked everyone to wait a moment.

A murmur rippled through the audience, and everyone exchanged bewildered glances.

"Qiu Ziyue... Qiu Ziyue..." Many people said this name with a hint of doubt.

At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted: "No need to wait anymore, she's just a stupid good-for-nothing. Five years ago when she participated in the competition, she was no good at playing the zither and sword. It doesn't matter whether she's there or not."

"Exactly, she's just a charlatan; let's not wait for her."

"She'd only embarrass herself if she came; why wait for her?"

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These people all appeared to be from the Valley of Heartbreak, the Valley of Empty Love, and the Valley of Resentment; they were the only ones who had witnessed the last Qin-Sword Martial Arts Competition.

Just as Du Zhi was about to announce that Qiu Ziyue had not arrived and to announce the start of the competition, a slight commotion suddenly came from the northeast corner of the venue.

Immediately afterwards, a clear and melodious zither tune pierced the tense air, accompanied by three agile figures gracefully approaching from the distant rooftops.

These were Qiu Ziyue's three senior brothers—Qiu Langyu, Qiu Wentian, and Qiu Wenfeng.

Qiu Langyu held a guqin, Qiu Wentian held a flute, and Qiu Wenfeng carried a long drum on his back. The three of them, with their robes fluttering, looked like immortals descending to earth.

As the music grew closer, the three senior brothers landed gracefully.

They stood at the edge of the stage, their eyes scanning the surroundings, clearly waiting for something.

At that very moment, a gentle breeze swept by, and with the light dance of the petals, two bright colors burst through the air—it was Qiu Ziyue.

Qiu Ziyue wore a gorgeous pink flowing dress, the light gauze was graceful and elegant, she was as pure as a fairy, with a slender waist and hips, and her long hair was like a waterfall, gently swaying.

As she flew in, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, as if she were walking on water, and with a jade flute in her hand, she landed gracefully beside her fellow disciples, her movements extremely elegant.

Behind her followed an extremely beautiful golden fox.

Qiu Ziyue's beauty was fully revealed to everyone at this moment; her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and her lips were red and her teeth were white.

Her eyes seemed to hold the stars and the sea, so beautiful that everyone present was amazed.

When Qiu Ziyue arrived at the competition venue, she felt as if she were floating on air.

Because she was going to participate in the finals, she took off her mask and showed her true face.

Qi Yuxuan looked at Qiu Ziyue from afar, feeling a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite place her.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting."

Qiu Ziyue parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and melodious, carrying a hint of apology.

Yet he was also elegant and poised, displaying the demeanor of a musical master in every gesture.

Her lateness did not cause any dissatisfaction; instead, it made the scene the most unforgettable opening of the zither and sword competition.

Du Zhi was stunned for a moment, then reacted, adjusted his tone, and announced in an even more excited voice: "It seems that the Valley of Passion is indeed worthy of being the top performer in folk tales. Miss Qiu Ziyue has shown us what a true 'grand finale' is in an extraordinary way!"

Now, let's officially begin this feast for both the eyes and ears—a musical competition where the instruments are compared and wielded like swords!

After he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in applause, and the atmosphere reached an unprecedented climax.

Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.