Chapter 1435 Twice
Qi Yun stood at the door for a long time before stepping across the threshold and slowly sitting down.
Zhang Chengxuan stood with his hands behind his back, glancing at Qi Yun from time to time.
"Speak, do you know something?"
Qi Yun bit the dead skin off his lip and answered softly, "I just know that my master may not be an ordinary person. Ever since I learned that she has spiritual swords like Wuyou and Bawang, I have not regarded her as an ordinary person. So I sincerely want to become her disciple, and I feel that she will lead me to find miracles and let me encounter extraordinary opportunities."
Zhang Chengxuan sat down in front of him, his sharp gaze sweeping across his face. "Anything else?"
"Uncle-Master, I..."
"Master Han and my master both knew that our junior brother's identity should not be made public, let alone attract attention. They set up a smokescreen on her to prevent her from being tracked by a powerful figure. If no one had guided her, she wouldn't have been struck so quickly. Qi Yun, how could you do this to her?"
Qi Yun's face turned pale, and she pressed her lips tightly together; all explanations were futile.
He didn't want to explain, nor did he dare to.
"You think she's always so lucky to be resurrected?" Zhang Chengxuan sneered. "Back then, you insisted on becoming his disciple. Apart from your master, everyone thought you were a kind and good person. In the past twenty years, you've never appeared in front of her. No, your owl knows."
Qi Yun remained silent.
“She appeared in the capital, and you didn’t recognize her, but you only ever used her… Do you even deserve to call her ‘Master’?”
Qi Yun's face was pale, and her long eyelashes trembled.
"I didn't expect it to turn out like this. That person said Master would be alright, and I thought he..."
"Who is he?" Zhang Chengxuan asked in a deep voice, slamming his hand on the table and pointing at him. "You almost killed her, and you still want to cover it up for the enemy?"
Qi Yun looked up, his voice hoarse, "Uncle-Master, but that person is no ordinary person. He is even more powerful than Grandmaster. I don't know what to do now..."
"Can't distinguish right from wrong, black from white?" Zhang Chengxuan sneered. "Do you think that after becoming an immortal or a god, one won't fall into depravity? Do you know why they are forbidden from interfering in mortal affairs after ascending? Is it simply because they are afraid of disrupting other people's karma?"
"Ha, it's to keep them away from trouble. If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. It's to prevent them from getting into trouble. They finally made it to the shore, but then they'll be dragged back into the water by those temptations. You've heard of the second ascension, right? You've also heard of the second ascension and the fall of a god, right? You should be familiar with the story of falling from the altar. The human world is not just the human world. Everyone is the same. No one is more noble than anyone else."
As he spoke, Zhang Chengxuan picked up his longsword and pressed it against Qi Yun's neck. He slightly raised his chin, and the turbulent emotions in his eyes suddenly subsided, his voice becoming calm.
"Tell me, who is he?"
Qi Yun clenched his fists. "I want to talk to my master in person."
"Okay, I'll take you there now."
"But what about Lord Xie..."
"Don't worry, if Wuyou can't be stopped, no one can." Zhang Chengxuan said impatiently, "Let's go!"
...
For five consecutive days, Xie Zheng did not leave his home.
Memorials from the court were sent to the Xie residence like snowflakes. Several of Xie's colleagues came to visit, but were all turned away on the grounds that Xie was unwell.
Someone in the court spread rumors that Lord Xie was assassinated outside the palace gate a few days ago, and that he had not been seen for the past few days, so his fate was unknown.
The court is divided into three factions, and Xie Zheng is one of them. Now that such a major change has occurred, the court is in turmoil. Some people are taking the opportunity to eliminate dissidents, everyone is in danger, the prison is crowded, and undercurrents are surging.
At dawn on the sixth day, Xie Zheng walked out of the house carrying his official hat.
The man guarding the door moved his stiff knees and hurriedly went to greet him, "Sir, you..."
"Come with me to the palace and take my sword with you."
"But……"
“On the surface, no one can stop me,” he said, his eyes resolute despite his haggard face. His hair was neatly combed, making people overlook his thinness. “They can’t find my sword.”
Even if he killed someone in the imperial court, no one could stop him.
This has happened twice.
He looked up at the sunrise on the horizon. Having been abandoned twice, what did Xie Zheng have to fear now?
Patience and restraint are the most useless ideas in the world.
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