Fairy, I really am a villain!

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone in the room fell silent.

Once these two cases were brought up, everyone present came to their senses and realized that the motive of the young man was very straightforward:

It wasn't that he had any intention of joining the sect, but he was just wandering around the world as a knight-errant.

But the ranger could not kill these powerful princes, so he faked his death to escape, returned to the capital as a prince, and killed people along the way and made trouble in front of the emperor, in order to give them the justice that could not be given in court.

I think Song Canxing understood this before he died, so he didn't beg for mercy because it was meaningless.

Only then did all the officials understand why he had to perform the rituals of the underworld and why he called himself a commoner.

Even if he meant well and what he said was true, there was one thing he couldn't get around -

After a pause, an official in a purple robe stepped out and shouted, "You bastard! Do you think your past actions can be forgiven just by saying something nice?

Don't forget that you, Song Canxing, and Yang Tianxiu are the same kind of people. Haven't you done enough stealing, bullying, and bullying? Stop being so pretentious here!"

Even though he was in the presence of the emperor, the young man was neither humble nor arrogant, and he acted with reason and logic; perhaps it was because his light was too dazzling, or perhaps it was because of his plain clothes, but everyone unconsciously ignored the Third Young Master who had a bad record, and were willing to believe what he said.

Unfortunately, the past never disappears.

The officials who discovered this once again straightened their chests and stepped out of line, saying:

"Your Majesty, although Fang Xingyun speaks with all his might and his words are convincing, it is also true that he deceived the emperor and committed murder."

"I think that the two unjust cases mentioned by them should be re-investigated based on the case files and evidence, and we should also inform the Dali Temple, the Six Gates, and the Imperial Observatory to supervise the case together and not let any guilty person go unpunished in order to redress the injustice."

"As for Fang Xingyun himself, he should still be judged for his crimes, and we should not be biased based on so-called morality."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the ministers rushed to express their opinions, but Yang Mingyue raised his hand to stop them.

For the latter, while the Yang family still enjoyed the emperor's favor, he didn't care how others investigated; but in the current situation, all he thought about was how to protect his family and himself.

Seeing this, Emperor Jin Yuan nodded slightly and said, "Fang Sanlang, are you dissatisfied with this treatment?"

"From the beginning to the end, the common people used private punishment and avenged their personal grudges. It's not that they don't want to be punished, but the officials they encountered were unwilling to follow the law."

As he spoke, Fang Xiwen cupped his hands again and continued:

"As your Majesty's ministers, I trust you all here. I believe you can redress the injustice and restore justice to the world."

"Although I am guilty, I am a gentleman who keeps my word. I promised Liu Yue that I would kill the enemy with my own hands and avenge her."

"Our Great Jin ruled the world with military force, so I dare to ask for your life and am willing to fight to the death with Yang Tianxiu! No matter who survives in the end, they should be punished according to their crimes. I hope Your Majesty will grant my wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, this time no one jumped out to accuse him of making a fuss or causing a disturbance in the palace. Instead, they all looked at him with shocked eyes.

At this moment, Yang Tianxiu, who was kneeling on the ground and felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar, was also stunned and slowly raised his head.

Whether looking at the saint's expression or the direction of the officials, Fang Xingyun and Wang's party have the upper hand. If the fight continues and both sides are convicted, the former may have a chance to survive after some manipulation, but he, Yang Tianxiu, is almost certain to die.

Although the crime of deceiving the emperor has a loud name, if Emperor Yuan of Jin did not care, it would be just a crime of a son deceiving his father, and whether to kill or live was entirely up to the saint's thoughts.

But what about his crime?

Presenting tomb-robbed items to the princess of the royal family was a crime that could have been mentioned in secret, but Wang Zhongheng actually reported it to the saint in advance. The saint knew it clearly, but still let Fang Xingyun report it to all the officials!

He was almost dead, so why did the beast still petition for a duel?

Do you really want to kill him with your own hands? !

"Yang Tianxiu, what do you think?" A glance came from the throne.

The saint actually called him by his full name, which showed his displeasure; but Yang Tianxiu knew that this was his last chance, so he immediately agreed.

He knelt down and walked forward a few steps, lowered his head to the ground, and said fiercely:

"I am sorry to Princess Zhaoyang and have failed the grace of the Saint. I cannot escape the blame and I deserve death!"

"Since Master Fang wants to kill me personally, I have no choice but to obey. I hope Your Majesty will grant my wish!"

Emperor Yuan of Jin waved his hand.

Chapter 398 The show begins

There was a hint of displeasure in his shaking hands, but the saint finally agreed to the unreasonable request of his subjects.

The court meeting in the Golden Palace was over.

Fang Xingyun, Fang Xiwen, Master Fang, Feng Liujian... He told all the officials his not-so-impassioned petition, as if he wanted to change something, but it seemed that nothing changed.

Perhaps he had known this result, so he did not seem disappointed.

As the New Year passed and the weather warmed up, people changed into light or colorful clothes, long rainbows appeared on the streets, and the news of the duel in front of the emperor spread throughout the capital like a spring breeze.

For thousands of years, people's mentality of liking to watch the excitement has always been similar: for ordinary people living in the capital of gods, there is a demon-slaying formation outside and several super strong men who are half a step away from the Dharma body inside. As long as the towering city wall does not fall, the swordplay in the rivers and lakes will be far away from them.

They might care about the changes in the Heaven, Earth and Human List, or know that there is a place called Dingjun where wars are often fought, or know that there is a wolf-like Golden Tent in the north, but none of these have much impact on their lives.

But the life-and-death duel between these two children of aristocratic families is different. They have sufficient status and strength, and the conflict is even more dramatic. It is already a very exciting program on weekdays.

Ever since the court meeting ended that day and the news was leaked by someone unknown, people have been talking about it recently and the rumors about these two people have never stopped.

In Qingfen Building, many private rooms upstairs were empty. Even though the lobby downstairs was crowded with people, no one went upstairs to dine.

In the center of the crowd was a storyteller wearing a mandarin jacket, a turban and straw sandals. He was holding a wooden wake-up stick in his hand, slamming it heavily on the table, and said in a full-throated voice:

"As soon as Mr. Fang finished speaking, all the officials in the hall were shocked. They only saw him making trouble and killing people along the way, but they didn't know that he brought the case file with him to redress the injustice!"

"It is said that the city lord was rampant in the area, and a playboy came to the house to silence him, and he killed all 27 people in the host's family. Fortunately, a knight saw the injustice and first rescued the widow and then killed the city lord..."

By interweaving current and old events in this way, the storyteller raised the atmosphere in the hall and brought about waves of good luck.

After all, the Yang family is used to being rampant in the Divine Capital, and it is rare to see this group of people suffer losses. Even if the Third Young Master looks like a bad guy, the common people will support him with a pinch of their noses.

However, there have been voices of doubt these days: firstly, the romantic swordsman is well-known, and even if there are many rumors about the woman, he is still a decent and chivalrous man, and the ones he is against are the nine evil demons, so how could it be the third young master's playboy?

Secondly, the latter was a recognized waste in the capital of the gods, with closed meridians, and even the treasures of heaven and earth could not open his mind. How could he have cultivated to the point where all nine orifices were opened after being away for a few years, and even ranked fourth on the current human list? Even strange stories would not dare to write this!

Amid the noise, a big man in the hall finished a big bowl of wine, laughed, and said, "If you say so, then Feng Liujian is dead!"

"My good man, what do you mean?"

"Do you know what level of cultivation Xiao Taifu has? At that wedding banquet, he fought with Tyrant Blade for dozens of rounds without losing. He is also a leader in the outdoor scenes! No matter how strong Fang Xingyun is, he is just an enlightened person. How can he fight against the power of heaven and earth?"

As he said this, he dropped the bowl to the ground with a thud and laughed, "Maybe if he gets hit by the little Tai Fu's palm, his body will break into pieces like this bowl, waiting for his family to pick them up piece by piece!"

The wine splashed everywhere, the crowd dispersed, and the lobby suddenly became strangely quiet.

Everyone looked at the man, their expressions changed at the same time, and then someone shouted "Yang family running dog", and several men rushed over, punching and kicking him while cursing:

"Good dog, how dare you bark here when your master is about to die?!"

"A passerby? You look like a Yang Dang, and I think you are so mean. Watch out!"

Seeing the crowd so enraged, the storyteller, who was pretending to be a mere passerby, quickly shut up, packed up his things, and crouched down to slip away from the crowd.

Outside the private room on the second floor, two people were standing by the railing, looking at the scene below with slightly frowned brows.

Taking out a copy of the internal information in the palace, Yun Yichuan pondered and said:

"At the moment... everything is still within Fang Xingyun's expectations. But I can't understand why he doesn't just walk away?"

"Since it has come to this, and the Saint is determined to crack down on the Yang family, even if Yang Mingyue is fine, Yang Tianxiu is basically dead. He can get his revenge and retire with honor."

Hearing this, Wang Wenxuan subconsciously stroked the handle of the knife, "If it were me, I would also want him to die under my knife."

"You are certainly capable of killing Yang Tianxiu, but what about him? In this life-and-death duel, I can't think of any other possibility except that he will die in vain."

You can’t blame Yun Yichuan for sighing.

In the past, when Yang Tianxiu was enjoying the emperor's favor, he could go to the palace to practice at any time. Not only could he feel the aura of the two great divine weapons, the Emperor's Sword and the Nine Dragon Seal, but he could also practice the vast variety of unique skills that had been collected in the royal treasury for many years and accumulated since the previous dynasty.

In terms of the depth of inheritance alone, it is definitely more than the direct descendants of the leaders of the major martial arts sects in the world. Even the two beauties on the previous human list, and the two geniuses of the Sword Sect and the Sword School did not have such treatment.

Fang Xingyun, who got to the fourth place on the list by himself, spends all his time hanging out with women and not doing his job properly. He must have some hard power, but what makes him capable of fighting a life-and-death battle with Yang Tianxiu?

This guy isn't even on location!

"Xiwen must have his own considerations, and we believe he is."

After reading the internal reference, Wang Wenxuan recalled the secret conversation between his father and him before he entered the palace. His eyes became deep and he whispered, "If he really left, Yichuan, what would you do?"

"Me? What does it have to do with me...wait."

With a startled heart, Yun Yichuan turned around and suddenly grabbed his arm. He asked in a very soft but anxious voice, "Could it be that Fang Xingyun has also encountered the Emperor's Sword?!"

"At the wedding reception. Besides, he hasn't verified the location yet."

"You mean, he is also a 'candidate'? That's right, the Shocking Book... No wonder the saint favors him so much..."

In an instant, Yun Yichuan thought of something that happened a long time ago.

He did not attend Princess Zhaoyang's engagement banquet and stayed in the mansion. In the evening of that day, the unconscious Fang Xingyun was brought back by the old man.

Did it start from that time?!

The clan sister must know about this. Didn’t she tell him that even if he died, he couldn’t witness the external scene in the capital of gods?

"Wenxuan, why are you saying this now? I have to go back, I have to go back..."

Snapped.

Grabbing his arm in return, Wang Wenxuan slowly shook his head and said, "I've already told him."

"...What?"

"Xiwen said he had his own arrangements and asked us to trust him."

"An's fucking ass!"

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The duel before the emperor is grand and preparations are being made in full swing.

Considering that one of the two contestants has the ability to cultivate in the outer realms, their attacks are extremely powerful. If they were to fight in the Divine Capital, even with the protection of formations, it is possible that the surrounding areas would be affected.

Therefore, the battle location was moved to a place not far outside the city. A piece of land was cleared out and a few precious soldiers were invited in. Many people wearing the Qiankun Taoist robes of the Sitianjian and the Bagua Taoist robes of the Shenjimen were busy working.

As the days passed, seeing that fewer and fewer people were working, a spy lowered his hat and ran all the way back to Fang's house to report the news.

"Reporting to the master, the duel 'arena' seems to be almost finished."

"Except for the palace, I have been around a lot these past few days, but I haven't seen the young master. Only his friends are going to crowded places. I don't know what they are doing."

After waving his hand and asking the spies to leave, Fang Tianyu, who was sitting in the lobby, sighed and looked at the calligraphy and painting on the screen in front of him with a blank look in his eyes. He looked like he had aged ten years.