Chapter 216 The conspiracy of Jiantian Pavilion
Under the full moon, Feng Jiuxuan's white clothes were more than snow, his phantom passed by, the long hair on his temples flicked gently, and a look of surprise was revealed in his side eyes.
Xu Yuan stared at the scene not far away.
Ghost
Not right.
Compared to the phantom, the "meaning" that just passed Feng Jiuxuan's hair is more like a mass of inexplicable things.
Xu Yuan was excited:
"Old man Luo, I felt it just now"
The remnant soul of the saint snorted coldly:
"Of course you can see the "mind" that the old man borrows from your body."
"What do you mean?" Xu Yuan frowned.
"Don't make noise, I almost died."
Hearing this,
Xu Yuan was puzzled by what the other party said just now, but he followed it honestly.
Watching under the trusteeship of the old man Luo's "ai", he was fighting against the opposite uncle.
The moonlight is like a waterfall, and everything around is extremely quiet.
Soon, Xu Yuan understood the meaning of old man Luo's words.
He could only sense the "will" shown by the saint's remnant soul controlling his body, but he had never sensed the "will" released by Feng Jiuxuan from the beginning to the end.
It wasn't that he could see it just now, but through the medium of the saint's remnant soul.
Xu Yuan sighed slightly disappointed.
After the moment when the saint's remnant soul made a counterattack, the situation of the battle quickly became one-sided.
Feng Jiuxuan stood on the spot without moving a step, looking at the remnant soul of the saint opposite him with thoughtful eyes.
The remnant soul of the sage controlled Xu Yuan's body to move around in embarrassment.
Old man Luo, I can hardly hold on anymore.
Xu Yuan complained in his heart while watching:
"Hey, old man Luo, why are you so ashamed?"
"Shame?" The old man Luo replied angrily, "Why don't you try it, kid?"
Xu Yuan didn't care at all:
"I'm just a condensed soul piled up in jars of medicine, do you have the nerve to compare with me?"
“.”
Old man Luo was quiet for a moment, and coughed lightly:
"Hey, it wouldn't be like this in the heyday, but it's really not your uncle's opponent now."
Xu Yuan saw that the defeat was decided, so he joked and said:
"Knowing that you are not an opponent, you old man still pretended to be like that before?"
Old man Luo took a breath:
"Boy, what did the old man pretend just now?"
"I'd like to see how strong the contemporary young man is."
"Yeah, just to see how strong it is, now I see it."
"." Xu Yuan.
"okay."
The remnant soul of the saint chuckled: "I can't stop the old man, you can enjoy it yourself."
"." Xu Yuan.
After regaining control of his body, Xu Yuan immediately put his mind on alert, grasping the Qing Yu sword and preparing to meet the enemy.
Then,
The field of vision went dark.
Facts have proved that Xu Yuan is not a genius.
Waking up again from the despair of complete death, Xu Yuan sighed and prepared to continue training.
Although this world is unfair in many places, there is still a certain degree of fairness in terms of becoming stronger.
If you want to become stronger in a short period of time, you have to endure this unbearable pain for ordinary people.
It's just like wanting to obtain the Blood Origin Heart Falling Art back then.
Just as he picked up the Qingyu sword that fell aside, Feng Jiuxuan suddenly spoke, but the words were not addressed to Xu Yuan, but to the remnant soul of the saint:
"Luo Daofan, come out, I have something to ask you."
"." Xu Yuan was taken aback when he heard this.
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged Confucian scholar floated out of the soul ring honestly, as if he knew that the other party would call him out:
"The Juggernaut can ask directly if he has something to say."
Feng Jiuxuan Eye Belt Examination:
"Why can you use my nephew's body to release your "will"?"
Across a distance of tens of feet, they looked at each other for a moment.
Old man Luo put on a show and sighed:
"The former apprentices were masters who liked to cause trouble. In order to help them solve their troubles, the old man can only find ways to improve their ability to save their lives. After ten thousand years, the old man can understand a lot of things."
Feng Jiuxuan's eyes flashed, as if he understood something:
"Your "mind" just now has a sense of sluggishness, is it because you can't adapt to Chang Tian's body?"
Old man Luo lowered his eyes and laughed, bluntly:
"Your family's darling has not practiced my old man's skills, and he can't maximize my ability at all."
Feng Jiuxuan narrowed his dark eyes, and his voice was indifferent:
"No wonder you are so desperate to find someone to inherit your mantle."
Pause for a moment, Feng Jiuxuan pressed his fingertips on the Qingyuan sword, with a strong killing intent:
"I remember Changge said that you wanted to take Changtian as a disciple at first?"
“.”
Feng Jiuxuan's strong killing intent seemed to be solid, even if it wasn't directed at Xu Yuan, it still made him almost out of breath.
The remnant soul of the sage seems to have said something long ago, saying:
"It's just for self-protection, I don't dare to take it away from him."
At this point in the words, Xu Yuan also reflected the conversation between old man Luo and Feng Jiuxuan, as well as what the previous two people's battle in the air represented.
The saint's remnant soul followed him for more than half a year, and he almost forgot about it.
Old man Luo is taking this opportunity to ask Xiangguo Mansion for a reward.
Although it was semi-forced at the beginning, in the final analysis, the relationship between Xiangguo Mansion and old man Luo was just a cooperative relationship, not a superior or subordinate.
Now old man Luo has escorted his three young masters back to Beijing as agreed, and given all the secret resources, but there is no news from his father.
Capitalists don’t exploit people like this.
Thinking of this, Xu Yuan laughed lowly from the bottom of his heart.
Well, capitalists cannot, but feudal dynasties can.
However, the old man Luo said this at this time, probably because he sensed that something was going to happen and was planning to pack up and run away.
The night wind caressed gently, Feng Jiuxuan suddenly glanced sideways at the direction of the inner court.
Then,
The middle-aged man in a dragon robe with gold trim and black bottom landed on the open space in front of Jiange against the moonlight.
Xu Yinhe looked around, and first set his eyes on Xu Yuan whose fingers were trembling because he had just experienced death.
A subtle concern flickers away.
Without expressing concern, Xu Yinhe silently looked at old man Luo's translucent soul body, with a steady and low voice:
"I heard what happened just now, senior, don't worry, I have found the apprentice you want."
Hearing this, the old man Luo's eyes froze, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he cupped his hands:
Xu Yinhe did not answer immediately, but instead said:
"Jiantian Pavilion was born, and they have announced it to the world through the communication wafer. The missions they sent are already on their way to Beijing to accept the conferment of the imperial court. Judging from the information currently held by the Xiangguo Mansion, their strength is very large."
Old man Luo's eyes changed, and he tried to pretend to be confused:
"I don't know what Xu Xiangguo means by this statement?"
"Old man Luo, can't you figure it out so simple? You are the saint of Jiantian Pavilion~"
Xu Yuan interjected at this time, just rightly flattering him: "Tianyan knows you are here, and when he sent a mission to Beijing to receive canonization, is there a possibility that he would like to "welcome" you back?"
“.”
Old man Luo didn't speak, looking at Xu Yinhe, he knew that Xiangguo's mansion was the hall of speech for this Xiangguo.
Xu Yinhe didn't say a word, and simply gestured for him to talk to Xu Yuan about it with his eyes.
"." Old man Luo's heart sank, and he began to scold his mother in his heart.
Xu Yuan, this little bastard, has seen the weirdness of this little **** before.
After bidding farewell to Ran Qingmo, on the way north to Beijing, there were three secret places along the way, so he wanted the kid to go there to hunt for treasures, and by the way, he secretly took some things needed to seize the house to prepare.
Every time you make a suggestion, Xu Yuan doesn't say a word, but just looks at you with a smile on his face.
It makes your scalp tingle.
This gave old man Luo the illusion that this kid understood his illusion better than he did.
Thinking to this point, the remnant soul of the saint glanced at Xu Yuan.
Xu Yuan blinked at him and smiled shyly.
“.”
The corner of the saint's remnant soul twitched, his face sank like water:
"I won't talk to this kid."
Seeing this, Xu Yuan was about to speak, but Xu Yinhe raised his hand to give a slight signal, and Xu Yuan shut up helplessly.
Xu Yinhe waved his sleeve robe, and the soul ring fell directly from Xu Yuan's fingertips and flew to his palm:
"Since you don't want to talk to Chang Tian, then please move to Zhengtang Business."
After finishing speaking, Xu Yinhe nodded at Feng Jiuxuan:
"Brother, Wu Yuan will visit the Xiangguo Mansion tomorrow, and Chang Tian needs to meet her. Look at tonight and tomorrow"
At night, most of the Xiangguo Mansion's area is quiet and quiet without the bustle of the day.
Xu Yinhe walked steadily ahead, while Xu Yuan quietly walked behind.
After a lapse of ten days, Xu Yuan, who finally left the hell-like Jiange Dojo for the first time, did not feel much relaxed. After considering his words for a long time, Xu Yuan still asked:
"Father, about the Jiantian Pavilion"
Xu Yinhe seems to have known that the third son had this question:
"The mission of Jiantian Pavilion will arrive in the Imperial Capital in about two months. It is said that their saintess will meet the emperor in person. You should know Changtian."
"." Xu Yuan.
After hesitating for a moment, Xu Yuan asked slowly:
"Jiantian Pavilion is advancing like this, isn't it afraid that the imperial court will detain its saint?"
Xu Yinhe glanced at him:
"Most of the sects in the two continents of southern Xinjiang did not have any objections to the appearance of Jiantian Pavilion, and many sects that were originally hostile also put down their disputes."
Xu Yuan tentatively asked:
"What you mean by this is that the two continents of southern Xinjiang have been actually controlled by Jiantian Pavilion, and the fights between those sects are all just for us to see?"
Zongmen forces spread all over the world, but not in the area near Di'an City. This is the result of decades of management between Li Yaoxuan and this old man.
In Cangyuan, the description of the war of this rebellion is very vague, but from the general details, it can be seen that the court basically fought from north to south.
Finally, when the fight was about to be unified, the Xiangguo Mansion collapsed because of the plot.
In this way, Jiantian Pavilion, which occupies the two continents of southern Xinjiang, should have indeed contributed a lot.
Xu Yinhe kept walking, walking beside the lake, the lake water reflected the full moon:
"Yes, they sent people from Jiantian Pavilion to Beijing this time, and accepted the conferment of the imperial court on the surface. In fact, they are putting pressure on the imperial court's military operations in the north."
"Press?" Xu Yuan murmured.
Xu Yinhe squinted his eyes, meaningful:
"It is impossible for Jiantian Pavilion to stand on the side of the imperial court. It is impossible to stand, benefit, or motive. Coming here to exert pressure can be regarded as a vote of honor for the sects of the world."
"Certificate of honor?" Xu Yuan frowned: "The Zongmen's attitude towards Jiantian Pavilion is unlikely to be too good. Will they accept the certificate of honor?"
Sect is both an individual and a whole.
Jiantian Pavilion, the big brother from ten thousand years ago, suddenly appeared to enter the sect as a whole, and he would inevitably have conflicts with the current big brother of the sect. Whether he would accept Jiantian Pavilion is still unknown.
In the plot of the previous life, Jianzong disappeared as soon as the war started.
The sect needs a leader, so Jiantian Pavilion has plenty of room to do things in the dark, but Jianzong is doing well now, and Ran Jianli is still the national teacher. Now that Jiantian Pavilion comes out, he will definitely be inside the sect cause division.
One faction is pro-Jianzong, and the other is pro-supervising Tiange.
With such a situation, the imperial court can be said to have a lot to do in the meantime.
Xu Yinhe sighed, turned his eyes to look at Xu Yuan, and calmly uttered a sentence:
"Changtian, what if Jiantian Pavilion uses the name of disaster?"
“.”
Hearing this, Xu Yuan's eyes widened slightly.
Thousands of thoughts suddenly appeared in my mind, complicated and unorganized.
Because of the particularity of Yantian Jue, the position of Jiantian Pavilion is very embarrassing, and it can even be said to be a natural opposition to any other forces.
What it says and the attitude it holds will not be followed by too many sects.
But it is different if it is beneficial to the sect.
The statement of imminent catastrophe, whether it was edited by Jiantian Pavilion or not, the Zongmen will confirm it with the same caliber.
Xu Yuan frowned and walked out for a dozen feet:
"If Jiantian Pavilion is allowed to arrive in Beijing for an audience, the catastrophe will make the imperial court lose the righteousness of occupying it."
Dayi is useless if you say it is useless, but it is very useful if you say it is useful.
Today, Dayan is still a whole, and righteousness is an excuse for action within the rules. It can win the hearts of the people, stabilize the morale of the army with legitimacy, and make it impossible for people to oppose it on the surface.
Now the Dayan court has absolute righteousness in using troops against the barbarians.
Although the Zongmen didn't want to see it, at most they used some mouthpieces to say "waste of money" in the court hall, or obstructed it with the previous "self-explosion" method.
But catastrophe.
The top sects of Dayan should know about catastrophe, even if they don’t know, the sects who know will send a message to inform.
In this way, using the disaster as an excuse to preserve the strength of the Great Yan to cope with the upcoming disaster will become a greater righteousness than eliminating alien races.
Xu Yinhe stood still, looking at the south from afar, his eyes faint:
"The Lord Jiantian Pavilion is a good way to make the court lose its righteousness in exchange for a certificate of admission into the sect."
Xu Yuan rubbed the Sumeru ring on his fingertips:
"With such an open plan, it would be difficult for the imperial court to deal with it unless it is completely torn apart, but we should not be suitable to tear ourselves apart with the Zongmen right now."
Xu Yinhe nodded and asked suddenly:
"Chang Tian, do you have any countermeasures for this matter?"
Xu Yuan didn't even think about it, he just spit out a word:
"Drag."
"Drag?"
Xu Yinhe murmured, knowing in his heart, and looked at Xu Yuan with a smile in his eyes: "Why?"
Look at each other,
Xu Yuan spread his hands and said with a smile:
"The emperor has lived in the palace for a long time, and your father is busy with government affairs. Even if the news of the catastrophe in the Jiantian Pavilion is known to the world, it is inevitable that some treacherous villains will deceive the emperor and your father.
"Until the Jiantian Pavilion mission arrives, neither of you will know about it."
Promises that cannot be fulfilled become shackles
send.
or?
(end of this chapter)