Murong Bai said loudly: "A real man cannot bring a three-foot sword and ascend to the rank of the emperor, he should do his best to do some good things that benefit the country and the people. This is also the ritual of my sons in the world."
"My hall master admires Brother Xiao very much. I wonder if Brother Xiao intends to join and plan a big deal together?"
Xiao Xuangan glanced at Li Xin'an and said lightly: "If you want to assassinate the emperor, I will attack the first one and give you a saddle. If not, then you will be spared."
"Brother Xiao, what does this mean?" Murong Bai said in shock.
"I have no interest in your Blood Clothing Hall, and I don't understand the great principles you said. I came to Chang'an with only one purpose-"
Xiao Xuangan raised his knife, pointed it at Murong Bai's face, and said coldly:
"I want everyone in the world to know that there is a swordsman from Mobei in this world who was raised by the old soldiers of Mobei and the people who were abandoned by the court. They want to make their name clear!"
"Murrong Bai, your identity is very noble, and for me, it is a good springboard."
"So...I have to win!"
Xiao Xuangan arched his waist and back, and his body flew into Murong Bai's arms like an arrow. He knocked Murong Bai back with one shoulder and fell like a rain.
With the pain of childhood, the will of the old soldiers, the wind and sand in the north, the resentment towards the Tang Dynasty, and his ambition, Xiao Xuangan's body turned into a blood-red lightning, and blood-colored lines were drawn on Murong Bai's body.
The white robe was covered in blood and was broken.
Finally, the storm of the offensive ended. Xiao Xuangan condensed all his internal strength and gathered it on the broken square-inch short knife in his hand, and used his last move.
"Tiger roars and dragon roars!"
In the sky, the dim clouds burst open, revealing a small gap. Xiao Xuangan's sword aura swept into the sky, and then with all his grievances, resentment, pain and resentment, it hit Murong Bai.
The swordsman's eyes were lowered, his eyes were almost unable to see things clearly, and a strong sense of powerlessness came, as if he was about to pull him into the darkness where he could not see his fingers.
He felt the world spinning and falling, and then his body was instantly weak and fell straight to the ground.
Xiao Xuangan did not meet the hard ground he imagined, and he fell into a warm embrace.
I opened my eyes with difficulty, but what caught my eye was a face he didn't like.
"I... don't owe you anything." Xiao Xuangan's eyes gradually became empty and unsightly, and he murmured.
Li Xin'an nodded softly: "Well, I know. Thank you very much for showing us the strength of the swordsman. I have benefited a lot from this battle."
"One day you will become the most dazzling swordsman in the Tang Dynasty. The old soldiers in Mobei are enough to rest in peace."
"Is that true?" Xiao Xuangan pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smile that was even worse than crying.
"Actually, I'm very grateful to you. Murong Bai is a very powerful opponent. I'm also honored to fight him."
He turned his head to see clearly the situation on Murong Bai. The move just now was his strongest killing move. The powerful internal force that Xiao Xuangan was most proud of in his life was poured into the simple and unpretentious sword by him. He was the middle level of ordinary second-grade, and he would definitely die if he encountered it!
"He's fine..."
Xiao Xuangan's eyes froze. He saw in disbelief that Murong Bai was standing there, with a calm face, tidying up his damaged clothes.
The shattered ground around it already well demonstrated the strength of the attack, but Murong Bai took that move but nothing happened. Yun Danfeng Qing looked like nothing had happened before.
Feeling the sight that Xiao Xuangan cast, Murong Bai, who slowly returned to the sheath of the long sword, cast a warm smile at him.
"That kid looks pretty when he smiles. He just keeps a stern face every day, as if he owes him money as anyone else." Li Xin'an teased.
"Is that sword...?"
Xiao Xuangan was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes with relief, and two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
"It's that sword. I didn't lose, I didn't lose..."
Murong Bai walked over, squatted down, and sighed: "It's me who won't win."
Xiao Xuangan could no longer hear it at this moment. His head tilted weakly to the side and fell into deep darkness.
...
By the time he woke up again, it was already a day later.
Just don't know
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, Is that man safe by him?
...
The palace was about to rest, but the current saint Li Longji did not go to find the concubine, but accompanied an old man to play chess in the attic.
This attic is located in a very remote location, located in the northeast of the Imperial Garden, surrounded by strange rockery and rocks, and there is no trace of it on weekdays.
In the huge palace, people who knew that there were only a few hands. There were also unknown little maids and eunuchs who accidentally broke here, but without exception, their figures never appeared again. Perhaps many years later, people could know these missing people from the bottom of the lake in the Imperial Garden and from the mountain-stacked corpses found.
This is Lock Dragon Pavilion, the forbidden land of the Tang Dynasty royal family, five floors above the ground, eight floors underground, and a total of thirteen floors.
On the upper five floors, it stores martial arts secrets, alchemy and medical books, the world's veins, the maps and ambitions of the nations, and the emperor's will.
The lower three levels are used as prisons and detain all figures who may threaten the safety of the Tang Dynasty.
The Lock Dragon Pavilion is planned to be under the jurisdiction of Tiance Prefecture and is directly under the command of the emperor.
The old man who played chess with the saint Li Long based on the rooftop of the fourth floor of the Lock Dragon Pavilion was Li Xian, the commander of the Tiance Mansion and the uncle of the current saint Li Longji.
He should have been a dead soul under the cruel official Qiu Shenxu, and he should have died in the summer of the first year of civilization.
This prince, who had long been drowned in history books, has transformed from a dead man to the commander of the Tiance Mansion. He secretly maintained the majesty of the Li Tang world for nearly thirty years.
Only the previous emperors knew about this secret, Qiu Shenxu, the deputy commander of the Tiance Mansion who buried him personally.
Li Longji put the black chess on the chessboard, and made a clear move, pulling back Li Xian with a little sad look.
"Did the emperor have something to worry about?" Li Longji asked.
"Oh, no, Saint Lau is worried." Li Xian glanced at the chessboard, and then put the chess piece in a place far away from where Li Longji had just made it.
The saint was a little unhappy, "You guys, you are all like this, you always give in to me on purpose when playing chess."
"A saint is a king of a country, and the weak ministers dare not disrespect."
"The emperor's uncle is so serious. You and my family are only talking about private affairs today, regardless of government affairs."
Li Xian wanted to thank him, but suddenly felt something. He turned his head to look at one side, showing a playful look:
"Um?"
"What's wrong?"
"A interesting doll actually touched the threshold of no magic. It's interesting! Interesting!"
Li Longji smiled, "It's these people from the world again, making the city full of smoky things. Uncle, I have asked Tiance Mansion to prepare for a long time, but can I take action?"
"These days, the people in Chang'an are quite honest. Some of them are not easy to move, and they cannot move." Li Xian said, "However, the old minister has found a suitable partner and asked the court to start a warning to others."
"Oh? Who is it?"
"Liu family."
Li Longji frowned and said, "I remember, they seemed to be promoted by Wang Zhongsi..."
"So, this matter also requires the saint to stabilize General Wang." Li Xian knelt down and said respectfully:
"Please give an order to the saint."
Li Longji waved his hand and said, "It's a big deal. Why do I need to issue an order to kill a Liu family? I will instruct Yang Guozhong to do it. The emperor's uncle will send someone to inform him at that time."
"Old minister, obey the order!"
Li Longji looked down at the messy chessboard and suddenly cursed: "I don't know which piece of the conversation I've lost. Come on, come on, put it again."
Li Xian reached out and brushed the chessboard. In an instant, black and white pieces floated up one after another, clearly separated and fell into the chess basket in front of the two.
Li Longji replaced the chess basket in front of the two of them and said with a smile:
"This time, I will change to the emperor to play the black chess."
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During the battle with Xiao Xuangan, Murong Bai was also seriously injured, especially his internal organs were shocked by internal force, and he vomited and diarrhea in the sky, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Finally stopped his injury and just wanted to go into seclusion to practice, Li Xin'an broke the Qing Cultivation.
"Bai Mutou, I'm going to break through the second-grade first-class position!" Li Xin'an opened his throat and pushed the door in.
Murong Bai said helplessly: "Brother Li, you have gained something, but don't disturb others from retreating."
"Hey, you are my brother,
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Why do we do this together? It’s okay to practice, but happiness doesn’t happen at all times. Life is full of joy. Let’s get off to Tianxianglou and continue to slaughter that boy Ye Qi!”
"Hey, I'm listening." Ye Qinglan's voice came from behind Li Xin'an.
Murong Bai knew that the two of them would appear together, so he said helplessly: "Okay, wait until I change my clothes and go with you."
After changing his clothes, the three of them were about to walk out of Youxiangju, but Zhang Quan hurriedly ran over.
"Master, Xiao Xuan is awake."
"Such a coincidence?" Li Xin'an said seriously, "Let's go, let's go."
Xiao Xuangan was fainted for two days, and his room was not far from the door. When the four of them arrived, Xiao Xuangan had already gone to the ground.
"Brother Xiao, you have just woken up. You are weak and not easy to move around." Li Xin'an took a quick step to support Xiao Xuangan and pressed him back to the bed.
"I know my own body myself. I have experienced more serious situations than I am now. I don't know how many times I have experienced them. It's okay." Xiao Xuangan said softly.
"That's not possible!" Li Xin'an said, "You were alone before, no one took care of you, and you would be in trouble. Now we can't let you mess with each other anymore."
Xiao Xuangan's body stiffened, and he lowered his head. Li Xin'an couldn't see the expression on his face. After a while of silence, Xiao Xuangan stiffly uttered two words:
"Thanks."
The four of them looked at each other and thought Xiao Xuangan was a little cute.
"It's a hard life in Mobei, right?" Li Xin'an sat next to Xiao Xuangan and asked softly.
"...Yes, it's very bitter." Xiao Xuangan sighed deeply, "I can't eat enough, I can't wear warm clothes, and I have to worry about whether I will be taken away by a wild beast."
"Apart from the old man in Mobei, are there no one around you?"
"Yes." Xiao Xuangan nodded.
"I've been staying in Songmo Protectorate. Is this my first time in the Tang Dynasty?"
"right."
"I haven't been to the Khitan grassland?"
Xiao Xuangan blinked, "I've been there a few times, went to kill people and exchange money, and bought some things."
"Why don't you go to the border market of the Tang Dynasty for buying things?" Ye Qinglan asked in confusion.
Without waiting for Xiao Xuangan to answer, Li Xin'an explained: "The Songmo Protectorate is a sharp knife inserted into the Khitan grassland by the Tang Dynasty. Relatively speaking, it is closest to the Khitan tribe. It will be much more difficult to return to the Datang Pass City."
"Yes, on the nearest road to Datangguan City, you have to cross two mountains and a rock beach. There are winds and sandstorms, and corpses are everywhere. It is... the place where the corpses are buried in Songmo Protectorate."
"What do you think is the Khitan compared to the Tang Dynasty?"
Xiao Xuangan looked at Li Xinan in confusion, "Why are you asking this?"
"I want to ask you what you really think." Li Xin'an put his arms behind his head, lay on the bed, and said casually:
"You said you grew up in Mobei and were surrounded by old soldiers. So where did you practice your sword skills? Murong Bai had to use his unique skills to be unable to defeat. Is your identity as you said?"
Xiao Xuangan's face was cold, "What do you mean?"
"It means, are you, a Khitan wolf slave?"
"Wolf slave? What is that?" Xiao Xuangan asked with a frown.
"Do you really don't know, or pretend not to know?" Li Xin'an looked him up and down, "Forget it, I won't discuss this with you."
"Simply put, we are the killers of the Blood Clothing Hall. We do things for the court. There are good things and bad things that are disgraceful. But we always have to protect the interests of the Tang Dynasty. The enemy of the Tang Dynasty is our enemy. We hate it to the core."
Ye Qinglan said lightly: "Your identity cannot explain your strength, we want to hear the truth."
"What I've always told is the truth!" Xiao Xuangan gritted his teeth, "Whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me!"
"Since that's the case, don't blame us for being rude." Li Xin'an said, "We will give you a medicine later. After taking the medicine, you will unconsciously tell all the answers we asked. At that time, the truth will naturally come out."
"If you weren't a Khitan wolf slave, we would apologize for you and let you choose the disposal, and I would never complain!" Li Xin'an said solemnly, "But if it is...yes."