Because you crossed the line and peeped into the past
After hearing Qian Wu's strong advice, everyone present had different expressions.
Ren Xuan frowned. What Qian Wu said was correct, but Qian Wu was not the right person to say such things.
Qian Wu, who was kneeling there, was Qin Shu's man, just like Ren Xuan.
Ren Xuan knew that this person was just speaking the truth. After all, in his previous life, under the high pressure of Qin Shu, Qian Wu was the only one in the court who dared to bring up the matter - those unsolved murders might be caused by Lu Xiyun's evil deeds.
It was a tragic death...
Qian Wu and Lu Shi'an were even close friends. Back then, Lu Shi'an had personally asked Ren Xuan to rescue someone, but Ren Xuan hadn't been able to rescue him.
It would have been fine if Qian Wu had dared to mention the matter the dog emperor wanted to bury. He even dared to execute first and report later, stirring up public resentment and forcing Qin Shu to imprison Lu Xiyun.
It was impossible for Qin Shu to really deal with Lu Xiyun, so it could only be Qian Wu, the one handling the case - the Nine Clans Wholesale.
Qian Wu is a top-notch case-handler, but he has always had little vision when it comes to political tactics.
The Du family is one of the four great magic families in the imperial city. Minister Du immediately caught the mistake in Qian Wu's words.
The Du family's head laughed heartily, mocking him: "The evil taint on Master Lu can be suppressed by formation techniques. Gentlemen here, if anyone doesn't want to go to the battlefield, just come to me. I guarantee I can give you a better excuse than this."
Minister Du said jokingly, pointing directly at Qin Shu: "Your Highness Prince Xiang has something to say, why bother to go to Lord Qian to say it? Your Highness should just speak frankly, how dare we say anything?"
In the Tongying Formation, Qin Shu frowned: "If I want to get the person out, I won't use such a stupid method, nor will I use such a stupid person."
Ren Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, okay, Qian Wu's career as an official has come to an end."
The Du family patriarch responded, "Since what Lord Qian said is not what Your Highness meant, then what did Your Highness mean? I was just speaking frankly, and Your Highness wanted to kill me. As for Lu Xiyun, such a small evil matter can be used to justify it. Is it so special? Is it because the Western King only has this one son?"
When Qin Shu hesitated, Lu Xingde, who was far away in the western border, broke the silence.
The old prince's deep voice came from the formation, spanning thousands of miles, as steady as a mountain: "Nothing special."
"Don't mention that I still have a son. Even if my Lu family dies out, the fate of my family and country is the responsibility of every man."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the generals in the hall were moved.
To die a worthy death was just empty talk, until that voice came from thousands of miles away and turned into real metal and stone.
Lu Xingde asked his son calmly, "Xiyun, can you come?"
Lu Xiyun stepped out and clasped his fists. The young man spoke loudly, saying, "Lu Xiyun from the Western Frontier, I am willing to take on this difficult task."
In the Fang family's communication array, Fang Che was already shouting loudly: "Sister! Jing Yuan! We can't let the Lu family outperform us!!"
In the hall, Han Chenglie stood up and said loudly, "Fang Che from Southern Xinjiang is willing to take on this difficult task."
Before he finished speaking, a man from the Northern Frontier banquet immediately emerged from the battle, his voice as sharp as a spear: "Han Rongyue from the Northern Frontier is willing to take on this difficult task."
The Du family's patriarch's face turned pale and blue. He was silent for a long time before finally speaking through gritted teeth: "How can warriors and formation masters be lumped together..."
In the hall, Lu Jie stepped forward, and the head of the Lu family said solemnly: "The life of a formation master is never more precious than that of a warrior. The rise and fall of our family and country depends on this. My Lu family is willing to take on this difficult task."
As soon as Lu Jie finished speaking, a young man stepped forward and said, "Lu family formation master, Lu Wenzhong, is willing to take on this difficult task!"
Lu Wenzhong, that is Lu Jie’s biological son.
The wind direction in the hall suddenly changed, and many formation masters who had been silent began to hesitate, wait and see, and then step forward.
"Bai Family Formation Master, Bai Yun, is willing to take on this difficult task!"
"Xiao Family Formation Master, Xiao Ce, is willing to take on this difficult task!"
“…”
The young formation masters stepped out one by one.
Like flowing water.
In the end, formation masters began to stand behind the head of the Du family.
"The Du family's formation master, Du Chengxiao, is willing to take on this difficult task!"
The Du family's head was stunned: "Chengxiao, what are you doing?!"
Before he finished speaking, another young man stepped forward and said, "The Du family's formation master, Du Chenyuan, is willing to take on this challenge!"
Fear is like a fog, enveloping the mind. Righteousness is like a torch, igniting many fires.
The wind rises and the clouds follow, no one says to retreat.
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at the same time.
The barbarian army is not united.
The Barbarian King Yao Li proclaimed himself the God of War on the Grassland, but the power of this God of War naturally touched the royal power.
Since ancient times, the strong have been respected on the grassland.
The Barbarian King Yao Li originally thought that this young Khan was just a junior.
Unexpectedly, the enemy bypassed him and easily won over the hearts and minds of all tribes. It was as if without this person, he, the "overlord of the grassland", would not be able to mobilize a single soldier.
Barbarian King Yao Li slammed the table in a deep voice, "Longyao Pass is the most important town in Southern Xinjiang. We must break through this pass first, no matter the cost!"
Yao Qi simply frowned and asked calmly, "What will the grassland gain by taking Longyao Pass?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, and the tent was momentarily silent.
This young Khan does not believe in killing, but only in profit.
The Barbarian King was furious, his hair and beard standing on end. "As a man of the grassland, how can you be so servile as to act like a shrew! If you dare to say anything more, I will kill you first!"
Yao Qi laughed, "It's easy for Senior Zu Wang to kill me, then what? Senior, you have to reunite the tribes yourself. I think it would be much easier if you just give me an answer now."
The Barbarian King was furious, his eyes like knives.
At this time, a gray-robed Yanshi stepped forward and spoke slowly, "The Southern Border Dragon Vein has twenty-one cities, with Longyao Pass as its core. If we break Longyao Pass and destroy the dragon vein behind it, we can break the Thousand Mile Martial Ban and transform the thirty counties of Southern Border into grassland pastures. What do you think?"
Yao Qi suppressed his smile and said seriously, "The core of the Southern Border Dragon Vein is behind Longyao Pass. How did you know that?"
The gray-robed Yanshi jokingly said, "I planned it with him, why shouldn't I know about it?"
Yao Qi narrowed his eyes and said, "Southern King Fang Weian has been dead for a hundred years. Who on earth are you?"
Gray-robed Yanshi didn't answer: "I guarantee that the core of the dragon vein is right here. The rest of the matter seems to have nothing to do with your grassland."
Yao Qi said calmly: "Longyao Pass is the most important town in southern Xinjiang. When the war breaks out, thousands of people will die. Your Excellency made a promise so casually. It is difficult for me to cooperate."
He stood up and threw out a jade ring: "This item can sense dragon energy. Although Longyao Pass is heavily guarded, with Senior Zuwang's skills, it should not be difficult to bypass the canyon. Why not go and verify it yourself."
The jade ring was about to fall into the hands of the Barbarian King, but the gray-robed Yanshi raised his sleeve and intercepted it.
The gray-robed Yanshi simply put the jade ring into his sleeve and said, "No need for him to go, I can go."
The gray-robed Yanshi explained quietly, "The intelligence sent back mentioned that Ganren has a restraining formation in his hands. This is a good opportunity to test his strength."
Seeing that the Barbarian King's prestige in the royal tent was being subtly suppressed by his own younger generation, the gray-robed Yanshi said nothing, only saying to Yao Qi: "That man is still alive. I saw him in the Southern Prince's Palace. His name is Wen Congren, right?"
The Yanshi raised his eyes and said, "I used the dream manipulation technique to peer into his sea of consciousness. In his heart, Qin Yingtian's position seems to be far greater than yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young Khan's expression suddenly changed.
The Barbarian King Yao Li was slightly startled when he heard this. He should have been angry at being bullied by the junior, but when he saw the gray-robed Yanshi standing up for him, Yao Li felt a complicated emotion in his heart.
Although they had only known each other for a short time, he had begun to appreciate this partner.
Yao Limuran had some understanding of some of the things that happened in southern Xinjiang that year.
The gray-robed Yanshi did not say a word, nor did he wait for Yao Qi to react. He left without stopping.
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Behind Longyao Pass is a canyon.
In just half a minute's walk, the gray-robed Yanshi had reached a high ground at the entrance of the valley.
The young man stood in the wind, the wind was blowing and whistling in his ears. In a trance, the fragmented memories were so scattered that they were difficult to piece together.
Blurred, he still saw the figure on the couch.
The person on the couch was unusually weak, and the young man's face was pale, but he still managed to smile, with a genuine light in his eyes: "With the martial arts ban here, even without me, they can still defend the southern border."
At that moment, he heard his own voice: "Your Majesty just appointed you a marquis, don't you want to do this anymore?"
Fang Weian just shook his head, his expression calm and clear: "No matter how strong a person is, he will only be at his peak for ten years."
The young man on the couch said seriously: "I will also grow old."
Fang Weian said slowly, "When I grow old, I want to find a small town to settle down. Your Highness, please forge a sword, and I will go buy it."
He saw himself and laughed helplessly: "Can it be sold?"
Fang Weian, however, looked confident, as if he had already imagined the future countless times: "I have thought it through. Let's find a few famous sword abysses. Someone will surely come to provoke us. Then, we can cut off their swords and sell our swords."
Their eyes met, and Fang Weian opened his mouth, his eyes full of enthusiasm. The young man asked softly, "When His Highness arrives, will you accompany me?"
He never wanted to shatter the expectation in the other person's eyes, so he smiled slowly and said, "Then you have to come up with a nice name first."
Fang Weian seemed to have been prepared and blurted out: "How about calling Yin Shu?"
The gray-robed Yanshi sighed softly. In his fragmented memories, his old friends were clear, stern and bright, which was a thousand miles away from the traitors who later defected to the new court and slaughtered the old dynasty.
He didn't remember what happened.
Perhaps, at that time, he did not know that the future Fang Weian would eventually be swept away by the torrent of history.
The situation was so heavy, and the surging force wrapped in blood and fire did not allow anyone to break free.
The gray-robed Yanshi was about to enter the valley, but before he could step in, he was stopped by a voice.
"Junior Master——"
The wind was whistling, blowing Fang Cun's clothes into the air.
The young man spoke softly, his tone calm but as cold as iron: "I advise you not to act rashly. There are thousands of people arrayed in this valley, and there's no way out."
The gray-robed Yanshi's eyes flashed: "A trap?"
Fang Cun nodded, his expression as calm as water: "This is a trap set for the Barbarian King. Do you think you can get out of it?"
On the top of the cliff, the wind was howling.
Fang Cun stood there with his sleeves swung, his eyes cold and clear, and he only said: "Senior... do you still remember who you are?"
The gray-robed Yanshi was silent for a moment, his voice low and hoarse: "That was a name from a long time ago."
Fang Cun pondered for a moment, his expression slightly restrained, as if he had finally confirmed his suspicions.
He stared at the gray-robed Yanshi and spoke slowly and clearly, "Junior Master is your backup, right?"
The sound of wind swept across the cliff valley, carrying away the sharpness in Fang Cun's voice. The young man said sincerely, "How about a deal? Senior, please leave your junior uncle's soul consciousness behind. I'll help you."
His eyes darkened, and his voice slowed down like a sigh: "Senior, you are not Xiao Dingyuan. Everything you are doing now is meaningless to you."
Upon hearing this, the gray-robed Yanshi's expression shifted slightly, but he finally laughed back: "What do you think you know?"
He sneered, his tone cold: "Junior Master? You don't even know his real name."
As he finished speaking, the gray-robed Yanshi glanced at him coldly, "Since you know the art of dividing Qi, you should understand that a guard should not have his own consciousness. But I indulged him again and again. After all, this hidden chess piece planted in Yanshi has always been very effective."
He paused, his expression growing colder. "Unfortunately, he's crossed the line. He actually tried to protect a 'tool' that touches upon the truth of life."
The gray-robed Yanshi slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Fang Cun, a look that seemed both ironic and pitiful: "Because you crossed the line to spy on Su Sheng, I had no choice but to take him back."
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