Xuanxia

Chapter 734 Encirclement and Counter-Encirclement and Suppression
Bamboo forest, small building, three floors.

On the gorgeous and simple shrine, there is a blank spirit tablet.

There was only one stick of incense in the incense burner, with smoke rising up and swaying slightly in the breeze. However, the incense was about to burn out.

Then, a hand reached out gracefully and gently and plucked the incense stick away.

This was a middle-aged man with a solemn and steady face and eyes as calm as water. His facial features were 80% similar to Zhao Hao's, but he was a little older. The silver between his hair also told him that he was no longer in his prime.

After the middle-aged man took out the incense, someone immediately came over respectfully holding a plate. He carefully extinguished the remaining incense in the middle of the plate, and then turned to the other side.

On the other side, someone handed over a new incense stick.

The new incense is lit, the incense head is slightly red, and there is light smoke.

The middle-aged man took the incense and began to bow and worship earnestly in front of the wordless tablet.

Each of his movements was meticulous. The angles and speeds of his three bows were exactly the same. The frequency of his breathing matched his movements. Even the degree to which his eyelids drooped and the amplitude of his fingers bent were perfect.

This is an extremely rigorous person.

His hair was neatly combed, there was not a single wrinkle on his collar or cuffs, and there was not a speck of dust on his shoes.

Even the wrinkles on the face seem to be carefully designed and arranged.

After bowing three times, the middle-aged man carefully inserted the incense stick into the incense burner.

It was only at this time that the person who had been waiting behind him dared to speak.

"Your Majesty."

That was the "Mr. Song" with burns all over his face that Fu Qingzhou had seen in Qingjiangzi's memory. He said softly, "Today's intelligence has been delivered."

This middle-aged man was Zhao Liang, King of Xishuo and Zhao Hao’s father.

He hummed and said, "Read it."

As soon as this word was uttered, the people who had been serving him and helping him burn incense immediately bowed and retreated, taking small steps and leaving the third floor.

Mr. Song lowered his head and said, "Fu Qingzhou appointed Ning Baimei as the next sword master and the new master of the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Liang raised his head slightly, but his eyes did not change at all.

Mr. Song continued, "Fu Qingzhou is willing to present the sword of courtesy to you, Your Majesty, and the sword of wisdom to my teacher, in order to ask the Xishuo Palace and Qianfang Baixiao Tower to jointly suppress Jiang Baichuan."

After hearing this, Zhao Liang's expression remained unchanged.

As if he had expected it, he said calmly, "Ning Baimei guessed it."

Mr. Song lowered his head: "Then?"

"Courteous sword."

Zhao Liang smiled slightly at this time: "It should have belonged to me."

As he spoke, he slowly turned around and said, "Song Yu, what does your master think?"

"Your Highness." Mr. Song - Song Yu responded: "My teacher has agreed to go to Luoyi, but the owner of Qianfang Baixiao Tower never shows her true face to others, so she will travel with her face covered."

"It's unnecessary."

Zhao Liang said calmly: "In that case, arrange your trip and go to Shudu as soon as possible."

"Yes."

After Song Yu bowed and responded, he turned around and left.

But at this moment, Zhao Liang suddenly said, "Please come in, Mr. Jiang, Master Huijue."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then responded and left quickly.

Zhao Liang lowered his eyes slightly, turned around again and looked at the wordless tablet.

However, he didn't say a word or make a single move. He just stood there quietly with his hands behind his back.

I don’t know how long it took, but accompanied by a breeze, two figures appeared in the small building.

"Your Highness." Jiang Baichuan called out calmly to Zhao Liang's back.

Huijue also put his hands together and bowed slightly to Zhao Liang. Zhao Liang turned around and faced them, revealing a smile that was gentle in its majesty, and joyful in its calmness: "You two, Fu Qingzhou has fallen into a trap."

"Oh?"

Huijue's eyes lit up: "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

Zhao Liang opened his mouth and briefly explained the matter of the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way. Jiang Baichuan and Huijue listened with slightly strange looks in their eyes.

"German Sword..."

No matter how calm Jiang Baichuan was, he still clenched his fist under his sleeves: "It turns out that Ning Baimei's expectations for him are not just for De Jian."

"He does have the ability to wield the sword of virtue." Huijue's smile had a sinister edge to it: "That sword from Nanjiang really hurt me badly."

"It does not matter."

Zhao Liang said leisurely, "Ning Baimei wanted to test us with the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way, but Fu Qingzhou was so smart that he wanted to gather me and the Lord of Lan Tower together and give me swords to fight against Mr. Jiang together... He is so young and ignorant, and he thinks he can take on the responsibility of the world. It's ridiculous."

"When we go to Luoyi, after the king and the Lord of Lanlou hold the swords of courtesy and wisdom respectively, he will not be able to escape even if he has wings."

Jiang Baichuan's eyes lit up: "Then the Qingxu Sword Technique..."

"Haha, Donor Jiang."

Huijue interrupted him and said with a smile: "This time, let me go."

Jiang Baichuan turned his head and looked at the little monk beside him.

"I know what you want."

Huijue looked up at the tall Jiang Baichuan and said with a smile, "Not only do you want the Qingxuhua Sword Technique of Master Jingming, but you also want the Fenguang Ruying Sword that may exist in Tuhua Wuying's hand, right?"

Jiang Baichuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Haha, Mr. Jiang, please don't be angry." Huijue still smiled: "Your disciple Hua Wuying is running around everywhere, and he has also caused some trouble in the martial arts world. Although I don't know how he traveled across the country, we naturally cannot ignore him if he has such means."

"He threatened to kill you, and he went to the Ning family's ancestral home... Others may not know the meaning of this, but how could this poor monk not know it?"

He bowed eleven times to Jiang Baichuan and said, "I have not investigated Mr. Jiang, but all this is very easy to speculate."

"Humph."

Jiang Baichuan snorted, "You don't know how to control your strength. If you kill Jingming and Hua Wuying, I won't be able to perfect my sword skills. How can I deal with Ning Baimei in the future?"

This time, Huijue did not speak, but Zhao Liang spoke instead.

"Mr. Jiang."

He said slowly: "My intention is to let Master Huijue go."

Jiang Baichuan's pupils narrowed.

"They want to kill you." Zhao Liang smiled and said, "They must use Qingjiangzi to set a trap. All their preparations are to deal with you. Therefore... Master Huijue should go."

Huijue chuckled.

Jiang Baichuan frowned: "He wants to capture Fu Qingzhou, not kill him."

"Whether it's to capture or kill, it doesn't matter." Zhao Liang said calmly: "The situation at that time was ever-changing, and Master Huijue acted according to the situation."

Huijue and others bowed together.

Jiang Baichuan frowned and wanted to speak.

But Zhao Liang said, "If Mr. Jiang still has objections... then listen to what the lord has to say."

As he spoke, he turned sideways and cast his gaze towards the wordless tablet.

When he looked over there, the smoke rising from the incense stick in the incense burner suddenly paused, and then in the absence of wind, it suddenly dissipated.

The white smoke seemed to have its own life. It entangled and condensed in the air, and finally turned into a hand with unclear outlines, pointing in the distance in the direction of Huijue.

Seeing this, even Jiang Baichuan, who had always been somewhat unconvinced, finally let out a long sigh, nodded slightly and bowed.

(End of this chapter)