Seeing this, Xie Lian couldn't help but reach out, wanting to touch it, and said, "What's wrong..."
Hua Cheng leaned slightly aside, avoiding his hand and slapped the hilt of the knife hard, saying, "It's nothing. Don't pay attention to it."
The cursed scimitar Erming, feared by all the immortals and gods, trembled even more violently after being struck by his palm. At this moment, Xie Lian overheard Feng Xin muttering in the spiritual communication array, "Why was Huacheng able to use the Shrinking the Earth a Thousand Miles in Xianjing?! How exactly do we open this door?"
Shi Qingxuan said, "General Nanyang! I, I, I, I think I know how to open it. I've suffered a lot from Hua Cheng's trick before when I was on official business with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. First, roll two dice at the door and try to open it."
Xie Lian suddenly remembered. Hadn't he just accidentally rolled two dice in the main hall? He and Shi Qingxuan's desperate escape from the Earth Dragon Cave and the wild monsters was still vivid in his mind. If they had really let them open the door, who knew how many more dangers they would face. He hurriedly said, "Stop! Don't do that! Be careful!"
However, his voice didn't reach the spiritual communication array. Perhaps he hadn't had time to replenish his mana in the Immortal Capital, and now, drained of it, he could only listen, not speak. And even if he could speak, it would probably be too late. Feng Xin seemed to have followed Shi Qingxuan's instructions without a second thought. How did he know this? Because the next moment, Feng Xin burst into a tirade of curses within the spiritual communication array. He cursed when he was excited, and his curses were particularly unbearable to hear. For the sake of clarity, I won't retell them here. The priests were all closely watching this incident, and hurriedly asked, "General, what's wrong with you?"
Mu Qing's voice echoed, also in shock. "What kind of place is this?" It seemed he had entered with Feng Xin. Shi Qingxuan said, "Be careful! Different numbers you roll will land you in different places. What number did you roll?"
Mu Qing said, "He lost a four!"
Xie Lian heard a barely perceptible tinge of panic and fear etched in Feng Xin's curses, fearing they were in dire straits. His voice couldn't reach the spiritual formation, but he remembered the master of this spell was right before his eyes. Without thinking, he hurriedly asked, "Sanlang, what do you see when you roll a four and open the door?"
Hua Cheng said, "Randomly. The person who rolled the dice finds the scariest place, and that's where you'll end up when you open the door."
As soon as the voice fell, Mu Qing said coldly: "I told you to rush to throw it, throw out a female bath! Give it to me!"
Hearing "women's bath", Xie Lian covered his face with his hands.
Feng Xin always kept a respectful distance from women, his presence terrified him, as if they were a scourge. To him, the women's bathhouse was truly the most terrifying place in the world, more unfathomable than any tiger's blood or dragon's lair. Xie Lian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Mu Qing had successfully snatched the dice. However, within moments, the two men were shouting in anger again. Shi Qingxuan said in despair, "Generals, what on earth did you see this time?"
There was no response from the other side, only a strange "gulp, gulp, gulp" sound, as if the two had sunk into the water. Everyone held their breath and concentrated for a while. Suddenly, Feng Xin spat several times, as if breaking through the water and spitting out something, and shouted, "Black Swamp Giant Crocodile!"
It turned out that just as the two of them had fled the steaming hot women's bathhouse, Mu Qing had lost her hand and immediately stepped into a swampy maze. The mud instantly reached their waists and flooded their mouths. After struggling to break free, they were surrounded by dozens of incredibly long crocodile monsters. Each of these crocodiles was over four feet long, a perennial cannibal, and had grown human arms and legs. The sight of them paddling around was breathtaking, and the two of them felt nauseous. Half-stuck in the swamp, covered in black mud, they frantically beat the crocodiles. The fight went on and on, and Feng Xin couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Let me do it! Give me the dice! You didn't roll right either!"
Mu Qing, however, never wanted to admit defeat. He blasted out a beam of white light and said, "Alright, Crocodile Monster! How can a crocodile monster be so immoral as to say that women bathe in public? Who knows what you'll throw next? Give it to me!"
Feng Xin angrily said, "Damn it! Didn't I just give it to you?! Where's the dice?!"
The two men completely forgot their consciousness was still connected to the spiritual formation. Each blamed the other for bad luck and began to bang and bang again, with no one knowing where the dice had gone. The priests listened to their live-action exchanges within the spiritual formation, enjoying the excitement. It was brilliant, brilliant, absolutely brilliant. The two generals finally broke ranks, their laughter frenzied. Some even pounded the thrones in their own temples, wishing they could be there in person to cheer them on.
While Feng Xin and Mu Qing seemed unlucky, they were both Martial Gods. These wild monsters would at most cause them some trouble, preventing them from pursuing them, so it wasn't a major threat. Xie Lian simply hoped they would give up soon, free themselves sooner rather than later. At the same time, he felt somewhat relieved that his dice roll had been a good one, not yielding any monsters but instead sending them out of Flower City. As they walked, he asked, "I just rolled a two on the dice. Does that mean I can see you if I roll a two?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the question sounded a bit strange, as if he really wanted to see Hua Cheng, which made him feel a little uneasy. But Hua Cheng said, "No."
Xie Lian felt a tinge of embarrassment and scratched his cheek, saying, "Oh, so that's not it. I must have been mistaken, then."
Hua Cheng walked in front of him and said, "If you want to see me, you can see me no matter what time it is."
Hearing this, Xie Lian's throat moved and he even forgot what he was about to say.
Before he could chew on the meaning of this sentence, he suddenly heard a person in the spiritual array say in a deep voice: "I'll do it!"
Not long after this person said this, a blinding white light streaked across the sky, followed by an earth-shattering sound of metal and stone cracking. The paths of Hua Cheng and Xie Lian were blocked.
As the white light gradually cooled and faded, Xie Lian finally saw clearly that what was flying from the sky and blocking their way was a sword.
The sword, long and slender, plunged diagonally into the ground, its blade still vibrating. It was like being forged from black jade, deep and eerie, smooth as a mirror. If someone approached, they would see their own clear reflection in the blade, with only a thin silver-white streak running through the sword's core, which stretched most of the way.
The name of the sword is "Fang Xin".
A figure landed in front of the sword and said, "This is your sword."
After the death of Imperial Master Fangxin, his sword was preserved by the Crown Prince of Yong'an. It was Lang Qianqiu who threw the Fangxin sword, blocking the two men's path.
It seemed that Feng Xin and Mu Qing had failed, but Lang Qianqiu had successfully rolled the correct number. I really didn't know whether to say this was his good fortune or Xie Lian's misfortune. The only thing I could say was that, although both of them were crown princes, Lang Qianqiu's luck had always been much better than Xie Lian's.
Hua Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged, his body only slightly shifting. As soon as he moved, Xie Lian immediately raised his hand to stop him, whispering, "I'll do it."
In the middle of the valley, Lang Qianqiu stood in the way, his heavy sword in hand, saying, "I just want to fight you with all my might. No matter the outcome, even if I'm killed by you, I won't ask you to repay me. I also don't need you to ask the Emperor to humble yourself. You taught me swordsmanship, so you may be able to defeat me. Why don't you fight me?"
Xie Lian knew, even without Lang Qianqiu's words, that he would certainly give it his all. However, if he did, Xie Lian would have to respond seriously. Any outcome would be undesirable. But he would not give up unless he fought him.
After a long pause, Xie Lian slowly nodded and said, “Okay.”
He took a few steps, came to the sword, pulled it out from the rocks, and said softly, "You asked for this."
Hundreds of years later, the heart finally returned to its owner.
It emitted a low humming sound in Xie Lian's hand. Not far away, Hua Cheng's eyes were also brightened by the incessant sword chanting.
Longsword in hand, Xie Lian swung it, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and said coldly, "No matter what the consequences of this battle, you must not regret it."
Lang Qianqiu shouted, "I will never regret it!"
His scalp felt like it was about to explode. He gripped the hilt of the heavy sword with both hands, concentrating completely, holding his breath, his eyes fixed on the black jade-like sword edge of Fang Xin, not daring to be careless at all.
Xie Lian shook his sword and rushed forward. Lang Qianqiu's eyes fixed, and just as he was about to attack, his limbs suddenly stiffened, as if he was tied up by something, and he fell heavily to the ground.
He looked down and realized that he was really tied up. He didn't know when a white silk had been wrapped around his body like a poisonous snake!
Lang Qianqiu had been taught swordsmanship by Imperial Master Fang Xin since his youth, and he held a deep reverence for the master. Even after the bloodbath at the Gilded Banquet, this reverence never faded. So, as soon as Xie Lian grasped his sword, he focused intently on his every move, completely unaware that a white silk had sneaked up behind him, taking advantage of the moment he was about to strike with all his might to launch a surprise attack. How could such a shameful thing happen?
Seeing Ruo Xie succeed, Xie Lian's tense expression and mood relaxed in an instant.
He let go of the beautiful woman at once, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself, "That was a close call, that was a close call."
Lang Qianqiu lay on the ground struggling, but the white silk was so strange that the more he struggled, the tighter it became. He shouted angrily, "Master, what are you doing? Let me go and we'll fight to the death!"
Xie Lian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "We were just engaged in a life-and-death battle. Now the thing entangled in you is one of my magic weapons. You've already lost."
"..." Lang Qianqiu said, "How can this be considered? I said we should fight to the death, so of course we should fight to the death with swords! If you are a man, you should use a sword. What's the point of using white silk to sneak attack? How despicable!"
He truly believed that the sword was the ancestor of all weapons and didn't think much of it, but it sounded like he was discriminating against a male priest who used white silk as a magic weapon. But forget about calling Xie Lian unmanly. He's worn women's clothing and constantly complained about his impotence. Why would he care about that?
Xie Lian squatted down beside him and said, "You didn't think it through beforehand. You didn't say you had to use the sword, and I took advantage of it. Who can you go to for justice?"
After a pause, he said seriously, "Yes, I attacked by surprise, so what if it was a sneak attack, I succeeded; yes, I was despicable, so what if it was despicable, I won. If your opponent was not me, but someone else, you would be dead now."
Hua Cheng stood not far from the two of them, smiling silently, folding his arms and looking away. Lang Qianqiu was stunned.
When this person was the imperial preceptor of Yong'an State, he was always taught to be open and aboveboard, to move forward courageously and to go all out. He never imagined that one day he would hear such words from his former teacher: "Yes, I launched a sneak attack, but so what, I succeeded; yes, I was despicable, but so what, I won." He was completely stunned.
Xie Lian finished speaking, then stood up and said, "Think about it carefully. Next time, don't let yourself be tricked like this."
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