"This..." The second elder and the third elder looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
The great elder couldn't help but feel mixed feelings in his heart when he looked at the sword cultivator who was still standing in a sworn posture.
The disciples around him communicated with each other through secret messages and secret messages, but they stood aside with the most upright attitude, their eyes shining brightly.
"I knew that the young master was capable, but I didn't expect that she could directly tame a swordsman?! This is the legendary charioteer's way, right? This way is more real than their swordsmanship."
"That is an oath to the way of heaven. If one day he changes his mind, he will not be punished by thunder, and his cultivation will be broken and hemiplegia will be paralyzed! He is still a natural swordsman, and the sword cultivators from their Shifang Sect are not allowed to come to our northern region.
ah?!"
"Hey, he has sworn an oath, which means that he wants to know our young master and live forever! You should stop saying unfavorable words, and don't let me blow you up with the talisman later!"
"Our young master is really powerful. He is a sword cultivator. Swordsman geniuses who are different from us can come to Fu Xiu Cave for our young master. Even though he has a great reputation, I don't know this person.
How powerful is this?"
"Why don't we go back and try him?"
The first elder was silent for a long time. Since the head of the family went into seclusion and broke the bottleneck, he and the second and third sons have been managing the entire family for the head of the family.
Zhang Sheng was the little girl they watched grow up together, and they taught her carefully, passing on everything they learned from etiquette to talismans.
Why did you form a contract with a sword cultivator?
The great elder's eyelids drooped slightly and he squinted. All the melancholy in his heart finally turned into a long sigh.
No matter what, this swordsman is considered a genius in swordsmanship anyway, and his status in Shifang Sect is very important. In terms of strength, he is also worthy of his young master.
If this kid did anything to disgrace Xiao Sheng'er, the Zhang family wouldn't be able to deal with a Nascent Soul cultivator.
let it go.
"Humph, it's all just words. What's the use of floating around. Whether you are dead or alive has nothing to do with our Zhang family."
"If you really want to be worthy of my young master, let us young and old recognize you in our hearts and see what you have done for our little Sheng'er."
"Now...hum."
The great elder vigorously brushed his sleeves, making a sound in the sleeves. He flicked his arm, hung the whisk on his arm, and strode out of the hall.
Seeing this, the other two elders followed him, looked at each other, and shook their heads.
Zhang Yunsheng curled his lips slightly and thought to himself: "Since when did the Great Elder like to hum so much..."
"What are you still standing there for? Aren't you going to the back mountain?" The great elder suddenly stopped at the door, turned around and frowned, and said loudly and bitterly.
Zhang Yunsheng smiled calmly and his brows were soothing. He pulled Liu Yunqing beside him and quickly followed him.
The elder became even more angry when he saw this scene. Could the young master not know that he was taking her to the back mountain? He had to talk to that sword cultivator himself! Even if he had a bad temper and said harsh words, everyone would know that he was doing this.
I have tentatively agreed! Why does the young master insist on making his position clear?
The Great Elder felt that there was a fire in his chest, just like the fire-breathing power of the sword cultivator. He wanted to turn around and spit out a mouthful of fire to turn the frost on the sword cultivator's body into water and turn him into a wet drowned rat!
Liu Yunqing still frowned and followed Zhang Yunsheng closely at his feet.
He knew the meaning in his heart and said nothing.
Zhang Yunsheng...why bother...why treat me so well? I, Liu Yunqing, am not as good as you and I feel guilty...
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At the emperor's order, six soldiers immediately poured in from the door and surrounded Liang Yue in the middle of the hall.
They stepped forward and grabbed the arm of the hussar general, dragging him out directly.
Qi Wu was stunned, and so was Fang Zhe. The emperor's reaction was completely beyond their expectations.
Qi Wu had come from the returning army stationed outside the city before. He had never heard that he and others were deserters, and he had never felt any tension among the soldiers and generals.
He had already determined this matter himself, and this time he was just returning to Beijing from Yanmen Pass to report on his duties as a routine matter.
He had made inquiries before.
There have been hundreds of battles fought between them and foreign armies, and each time the result was that their Iron Eagle Battalion defended the border, or even recovered dozens of miles of land from this group of foreigners.
There are one hundred or eight tribes involved in the foreign race, and it is inevitable that there will be a few geniuses among them. In addition to leaders and strategies, there will also be one or two monks who can open spiritual orifices on their own!
These monks are what the soldiers fear.
There is no mortal who is not afraid of monks.
When he returned this time, he just discovered that there was a foreign tribe in Yanmen Pass who found a young man who could embark on the road to immortality. Therefore, he was worried about the situation between the two parties, so he wanted to invite the emperor back to the court and ask for a lowly person to enshrine him.
The monks went to Yanmen Pass together.
Liang Yue...should not be a deserter.
Fang Zhe's daze was different from Qi Wu's. He felt inexplicably familiar with the emperor's method of dealing with "Liang Yue".
Although this sense of decisive killing is not inconsistent with an emperor, the emotion...
What he noticed from the atmosphere was that the "Emperor's" mood was a bit...violent, a bit...
That kind of feeling of hating the world, hating yourself, hating everyone, wishing to drag everyone to hell, then turning around and swimming in the underworld, choking on the water...the picture.
Is it her?
Fang Zhe looked at everything around him in confusion, his eyes full of confusion.
All the civil and military officials in the main hall stared at the scene in front of them in astonishment.
"The emperor wants to kill General Liang Yue???"
"The emperor just called Mr. Li... Could it be that he wants to deal with these two people?"
"This...why do you want to kill Mr. Liang Yue? How can the general amputate his limbs?"
Qi Wu's thoughts were changing. It was absolutely impossible for him to "Liang Yue" to flee in fear of battle. It could only be said that this was a test by the emperor.
"Liang Yue" had a solemn face. Even though he was being dragged backwards, he still remained calm and composed, and replied loudly with the people above the hall:
"Your Majesty, please be clear to me. There are monks in our foreign armies. It is really difficult for us mortals to fight against the monks. Isn't it that my minister Liang Yue was afraid of the battle and fled first? I beg Your Majesty to be clear."
Jiang Su curled her lips.
What she wants is the reason for Liang Yue's return.
The reason for this person's return has naturally been reported to the imperial court, and he was able to return to the capital with the emperor's consent.
Today he returns to the court, and his wife Li Xueqing, as the owner of the secret realm, must have something to do with it. Without asking for the reason, he cannot give the decree. The matter is so important that he, the emperor, is too strange.
This is somewhat different from the plot in the secret realm...
"Following plot...that's what I'm good at."
The emperor waved his hand and said coldly: "Oh? Haha, my hussar general is actually afraid of someone, monk... let's not kill him yet."