Only the emperor's main line counts as the main line
As he spoke, the jade light on Xiao Jingyuan's waist shone brightly and emitted a rapid buzzing sound.
Jamel Xiao frowned slightly, took off the jade, touched it lightly, and an anxious and urgent voice sounded in the room.
A noisy voice mingled in the background: "Master Xiao! The military situation in Southern Xinjiang is critical! Where are you?!"
Ren Xuan was stunned. This voice sounded familiar.
Xiao Jingyuan's expression remained unchanged: "General Qin, what's so urgent?"
No, there's no general named Qin in Southern Xinjiang. Ren Xuan reacted, "Oh my god! Qin Yingtian!"
Qin Yingtian's voice was filled with anxiety: "The Tiger Roar Tribe's 100,000-strong army has reached the border, and the drums of war have not stopped for three days! Those beasts have set up an altar and are threatening to use the Master's head as a sacrifice to start the war!"
Ren Xuan lowered his eyebrows. He suddenly remembered that Wen Congren seemed to have been sent to southern Xinjiang by him and Qin Shu.
After not seeing each other for a few years, Wen Congren has actually fallen to the point where he has to be sacrificed?
Ren Xuan's mouth twitched, his expression complicated. Wasn't Wen Congren quite clever? How did he end up like this?
Xiao Jingyuan was as calm as ever, and said calmly: “Don’t worry, I will inform His Highness about this matter.”
Qin Yingtian almost exploded at his tone: "Xiao Jingyuan!!! My master is going to be hung on the city wall by those beasts!!"
Xiao Jingyuan's tone remained calm: "General Qin, please calm down first. In any war, it is impossible to abandon the overall situation because of the danger of one person."
Ren Xuan's eyelids twitched... This guy is really calm.
Xiao Jingyuan turned to Ren Xuan: "General Ren, the situation is urgent. Reporting through various levels will delay the opportunity to fight. Could you please report directly to His Highness?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the communication jade.
"Ren Xuan?"
The sound was not loud, but Ren Xuan seemed to be shocked by something. He suddenly grabbed Xun Yu and asked, "Why are you in Southern Xinjiang?!"
The other party was silent for a moment, as if unwilling to say more in front of everyone. After a moment, he uttered two words briefly -
"Word paper."
Jamel Xiao was silent for two seconds, then squinted at Ren Xuan: “General Ren, do you have any acquaintances in Southern Xinjiang?”
Ren Xuan did not answer Xiao Jingyuan's question, but took out a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing from his arms.
Light blue words slowly appeared on the paper. There were not many words, and the content was too simple.
——Three years ago, Husi Pass.
——The grace of saving a life should be repaid.
Ren Xuan looked at those words and frowned a little. Three years ago... Hu Si... Wen Congren saved Lu Shian?
He had no memory at all.
Ren Xuan's fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to crumple the paper into a ball, but he finally held back.
I give up, only the emperor's main storyline counts as the main storyline, and mine can just jump around randomly, right? ! !
Ren Xuan took a deep breath, suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart, and put the paper back into his arms.
No matter what, since Lu Shi'an said that Wen Congren was his savior, then he, Ren Xuan, would be the one to take charge of this matter.
Ren Xuan looked at Xiao Jingyuan: "Master Xiao is right, I will inform His Highness immediately."
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Yinshu City, Jianyuan.
Ji Changzhao, the new garrison commander of Yinshu City, said respectfully, "Two distinguished guests, please come this way."
Ji Changzhao led two young men in brocade clothes through layers of stone steps and walked down.
Ji Changzhao: "I guess this is your first time in Jianyuan? This is the largest weapons trading place in Yinshu City, and it is also the proud realm of formation transformation in the city."
Lu Xiyun looked around, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Qin Shu, on the other hand, looked calm and composed, seemingly unconcerned about all this.
Ji Changzhao looked at the two of them calmly. The young city lord instructed that they only needed to take good care of these two distinguished guests and there was no need to ask or say anything else.
Ji Changzhao couldn't help but secretly guess the identity of the distinguished guest mentioned in the city.
Anyone who can reach the core area of Jianyuan directly with the Silver Pivot Token is definitely not an ordinary person.
Ji Changzhao led the two of them into the core area. Along the way, there were many sword formations and a wide variety of weapons.
What is even more shocking is that those ownerless swords floating in the air exude an unusual aura, as if they still carry the murderous intent of their previous owners.
Ji Changzhao explained, "Famous swords recognize their masters. These famous swords, forged by generations of master craftsmen from Yinshu City, will be drawn back to the Sword Abyss by the 'Original Sword' if they are not recognized by their owners again after being lost."
Following Ji Changzhao's gaze, in the innermost circle, a huge bronze battle platform emerged above the spiritual mist. In the center of the platform hung a seemingly broken ancient sword. The sword body was covered with cracks, but it was still extremely sharp.
Those suspended swords seemed to form some kind of pattern invisibly, like the movement of stars, surrounding the ancient sword in the center.
Lu Xiyun's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked softly, "What is the name of this sword?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Changzhao smiled faintly, "This is the 'Lonely Blade', forged a hundred years ago. Rumor has it that it was once the sword of a certain sword master. After experiencing a great battle, the blade was broken, but it still has a spirit. It is now sealed in the Sword Abyss to suppress the formation here."
Qin Shu glanced at it calmly and said casually, "It looks nothing special."
Upon hearing this, Ji Changzhao paused slightly, but did not dare to say more.
Lu Xiyun tutted his words: "Don't talk nonsense, there might really be a sword spirit that will chop you down soon."
Qin Shu didn't take it seriously: "If it really had a spirit, why would it be sealed in this sword abyss?"
Before he finished speaking, a ray of cold and sharp sword energy shook lightly from the "Gufeng" sword, and in an instant, the air seemed to sink for a moment.
Ji Changzhao's face changed slightly, and he immediately took a half step back, a drop of cold sweat seeping out of his forehead.
Lu Xiyun: "..."
Qin Shu raised his eyebrows, seeming to find it amusing: "He does have a temper."
Ji Changzhao's mouth twitched slightly. He always felt that this distinguished guest was somewhat dangerous.
Qin Shu's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was a little interested in this "Lone Sword". He tilted his head slightly and asked nonchalantly, "Do you like this sword?"
Ji Changzhao was horrified and almost subconsciously blocked Qin Shu's way, his voice even more urgent. "Dear guest, this is unacceptable! Famous swords recognize their masters, and those ancient weapons that recognize their masters often have a strong spiritual consciousness within them, making it difficult for them to recognize their masters a second time. If you forcibly draw the sword, you will most likely be attacked by the sword and become poisoned and controlled by it."
Ji Changzhao almost broke out in a cold sweat. If anything happened to these two distinguished guests, the young city lord would definitely twist his head off.
Fortunately, the young man being asked was not interested at all, and Lu Xiyun didn't even raise his eyelids, obviously having no interest in such a famous striker.
Qin Shu glanced at him sideways, his eyes slightly darker.
Lu Xiyun has always been like this, with high standards and used to seeing good things. In the end, he always likes to pick up some scrap metal.
As expected, the young man finally stopped in an inconspicuous corner, where a plain sword was suspended. It had no patterns or decorations, and the scabbard was simple and looked nothing special.
Qin Shu frowned slightly: "You should choose a good sword."
Lu Xiyun shook his head and reached out to gently touch the sword: "A warrior who relies too much on the sword will be in dire straits if he loses it."
Qin Shu disagreed: "Then prepare a few more."
Lu Xiyun still looked as if it was a matter of course. He casually pulled out the sword half an inch, and the edge was completely submerged, without even a sword energy: "The famous sword recognizes its master, perhaps I have my chance."
Qin Shu didn't buy his tricks and said calmly, "Then prepare a few first."
Lu Xiyun: "..."
Lu Xiyun chose to ignore Qin Shu's words and unsheathed the sword. Under the light, the blade glowed faintly, not as dazzling as those famous swords.
He held the sword in his hand and tried out a few sword moves, which were smooth and natural.
Ji Changzhao was amazed watching from the side. Such an ordinary sword could be spun at will without any hindrance. This person's foundation was unfathomable.
He quickly smiled and agreed, "This distinguished guest's swordsmanship has reached perfection. Even the most ordinary sword is no problem for him."
As soon as the words fell, the air froze for a moment.
Ji Changzhao's heart trembled, and he took a quick glance. Sure enough, the distinguished guest who had been indifferent all this time now had a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
...Oh no, I might have said the wrong thing.
Ji Changzhao coughed dryly and immediately changed the subject: "This sword, if you are interested in it——"
Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiyun casually said, "I want it."
Qin Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was helpless, but also as if he had expected it, and in the end he didn't say much.
Seeing this, Ji Changzhao hurriedly followed up with his praise, "It is said that a true swordsman can use plants and trees as swords, and is not bound by external objects. Your Excellency can see the value in this plain sword, which shows that you have extraordinary vision!"
But I still can't get it right.
Qin Shu said coldly: "No matter how good your swordsmanship is, scrap metal can never become a famous weapon."
Lu Xiyun seemed to have not heard the disdain in his tone and sheathed the sword lightly. "This sword is good, but the inscription is too ugly. Can you help me change it?"
Qin Shu stared at him for a long moment, his expression as calm as water. Lu Xiyun had always been like this, preferring the insignificant things while ignoring the truly fine items.
Qin Shu disdains the idea of using plants and trees as swords, and is not bound by external objects. On the battlefield, heavenly-grade weapons can crush ordinary ones, and Lu Xiyun should use the best.
Qin Shu stared at Lu Xiyun for a long while, but finally gave in and said in a gloomy tone: "...I'll change it for you."
Ji Changzhao could see clearly from the side that the young man with the sword seemed to be accustomed to such concessions.
The young man casually hung the sword back on his waist and smiled happily: "Thank you."
In the distance, a black-feathered mechanical goose swooped down from afar and landed accurately in Qin Shu's hands.
Qin Shu lowered his eyes, unfolded the letter, and a few lines of words jumped into his eyes——
——The Tiger Army has increased its troops by 100,000, and the situation in southern Xinjiang is critical.
——The foreign troops have reached the border, Wen Congren was captured, and they wanted to kill him as a sacrifice.
Qin Shu's eyes flickered slightly, and his fingertips lightly touched the paper. Several lines of text quickly took shape, and then turned into flowing light and dissipated.
Lu Xiyun seemed to realize something and turned to look at Qin Shu: "What's the matter?"
Qin Shu put away the letter and said softly, "Something has happened in Southern Xinjiang."
Lu Xiyun said "Oh" lightly, and immediately understood what the other party meant: "You are going back to Yunzhong."
"Yes." Qin Shu stared at him: "Will you come back with me?"
Lu Xiyun shook his head decisively: "No, I have something else to do."
Qin Shu narrowed his eyes, his look somewhat dangerous.
Lu Xiyun coughed guiltily, "I want to wait until the public memorial is over."
"Forget it." Qin Shu did not comment. He stretched out his hand, took the plain sword from Lu Xiyun's waist, turned his hand and held it in his palm. The sword tip was slightly tilted, and the light reflected on the sword. The cold halo was like thin ice covering snow.
Qin Shu lowered his eyes to look at the sword and said calmly, "Pick another one, a good one."
Lu Xiyun: "..."
Qin Shu looked at him lightly: "I can't let my trip be in vain."
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