The old man and Yan Bing jumped back and forth between the beams and willows. Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the imperial city, the old man directly released his energy, checked, and made sure that no one was following him around, and then headed towards
Yan Bing shouted: "Disciple, let's go down and talk as we go."
Yan Bing nodded, and then jumped down with the old man, landing right in the center of the market. The surrounding vendors and pedestrians were frightened and looked sideways, but they didn't even dare to say anything, and hurried away.
Yan Bing looked at this scene with a wry smile, and recalled that when he first came here, he was pointed at by others, and he couldn't help but feel like he was in another world.
The old man seemed to have been accustomed to all this, and then he started chatting about a topic that had been in his heart for a long time as if there was no one else around.
"Qihua, can you tell me now what the boy Tongyuan wants to do after he has made so many arrangements?"
Yan Bing thought for a while after hearing this, and then said with a relaxed expression: "Test."
"Testing?" When the old man heard this, he chuckled and continued: "That boy, what are you testing me for? Is it possible that he really doubts that I am going to rebel?"
"There is this section, but it is more than this section." Yan Bing replied, with a calm expression, as if he was chatting about some commonplace matters, and continued: "After all, if I were the emperor, a few miles away,
There lives a person who can take his own life at any time, and this person can even take away his throne. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully, even if that person is my great-grandfather..."
Speaking of this, Yan Bing shook his head again and said: "It should be said, what's more, this person is still his great-grandfather. In terms of status, you always have royal blood. In terms of seniority, he still has to call you ancestor. This
Everything is worse than being an outsider, and being here makes him feel more at ease."
When the old man heard the words, he just "hummed" and said thoughtfully: "Back then, it was precisely because I couldn't stand the intrigues in the royal family that I jumped out of the mortal world and practiced martial arts. But more than a hundred years have passed.
, but I still cannot escape this fate..."
After listening to the old man's words, Yan Bing smiled bitterly in his heart and said to himself, how many people have burned incense and burned incense for many lifetimes but still can't get it from the "evil fate" you mentioned. As expected, people don't know how lucky they are when they are in the midst of blessings...
.
"Then you might as well tell me, apart from this section, what else do you see?" The old man walked, stroking his beard, and seemed very satisfied to have a disciple by his side who made him "easy to worry about".
"He also has a temptation to use this war to see if he can ask you to come out and wish him victory. Even if you are unwilling, even if it is your disciple who comes out for you, it would be better to sacrifice him.
Thousands of soldiers come at a good deal."
"Haha, this is even more impossible. Qihua, you don't understand the affairs of the Jianghu. I don't blame you, so I am telling you now that the Jianghu and the court will neither interfere nor help each other. This is
Everyone knows the rules of martial arts, and this cannot be broken." The old man put down the hand stroking his beard, flicked his sleeves, then put his hands behind his back and walked leisurely.
Yan Bing hurriedly chased after him. As he walked, he thought to himself, as expected, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. The old man changed his body and clothes today, and he really felt a bit like an immortal.
But clothes belong to clothes, and this idea is still a bit outdated.
After Yan Bing caught up with the old man, he smiled and said, "Master, what sect are we now?"
"Nonsense! Of course it's Feixiamen!" The old man was so angry at Yan Bing's question that he even walked a little faster, as if he wanted to get rid of her and stay far away.
Yan Bing guessed that the old man would be angry, but she had to say what she had to say, so she quickly quickened her pace, caught up with him, and continued: "Master, now... is there still Feixia Sect?"
After hearing this, the old man stood up angrily, stared at Yan Bing and said word for word: "What are you talking about! Why does Feixia Sect just..., just...," before the old man finished speaking,
Suddenly I realized that Feixia Sect has now closed the mountain gate. Although there is the name Feixia Sect in the world, Feixia Sect, this sect, no longer exists..., or in other words, it does not exist temporarily...
Yan Bing saw that the old man had stopped talking. He knew that the old man had realized the crux of the problem. Then he brought up another topic and continued: "So, Master, are you still considered a martial artist now?"
"Even though the Feixia Clan is gone, I am still a member of the martial arts world!" The old man stubbornly wanted to deny Yan Bing's words.
"No, you are not, or in other words, you should not be. You should be a member of the royal family now, a highly skilled martial artist, the Prince of Liang Kingdom." Yan Bing said his final thoughts with a smile.
explain.
"So, my prince leads his own army and gallops on the battlefield. Is there any problem with this?" Yan Bing did not wait for the old man to reply, and continued to talk to himself: "So, tell me, other countries' sects, other countries' kings
,At this time, which identity do you prefer, which is more beneficial to them?
A prince with superb martial arts skills? Or the head of Feixia Clan!? Master, what do you think they will choose in the end?"
At this time, the old man completely understood the true meaning of all Yan Bing's previous words. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked back at Yan Bing. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "You ghost girl, you
How does your brain look like!?"
"It's all due to Master's teachings. Without Master's sincere teachings, how could we have..."
"Stop it," the old man interrupted without waiting for Yan Bing to finish. He smiled and continued: "You damn girl, we are all family members. Don't use the tricks you used to deal with Zeng Ke."
I’m going to say hello to you, my teacher. Can you just tell me what you plan to do next?”
Yan Bing thought for a moment, shrugged, spread his hands and said, "I haven't thought about it."
Seeing the old man opening his mouth to curse, Yan Bing hurriedly explained: "It's not that my disciple intentionally deceived you. The main reason is that I don't understand what kind of person the current emperor is, and I don't even know what he will say today."
What, what to do, so what do you want your disciple to say?"
Hearing this, the old man nodded silently and was about to open his mouth when he saw Yan Bing laughing again.
"Why are you laughing?" The old man looked puzzled.
"It suddenly occurred to me that although I don't know whether the emperor will directly ask you to lead troops on an expedition today, in order to dispel the emperor's doubts about us, you will inevitably lose a few things today, so disciple
I'd better say hello to you in advance, but I'm afraid you won't be able to let me go, so I have to laugh." Yan Bing continued to stare at the old man with a wicked smile.
The old man was a little flustered by this ghost girl, so he hesitated and said: "You, what do you want me to lose? Tell me clearly!"
"Face," before Yan Bing finished speaking, the old man laughed loudly and said, "I am already this old, do you still care about face?"
"Sword," Yan Bing added, and the old man asked with a troubled expression, "Is it the newly forged sword made of hundred-refined steel?"
