Chapter 734 Encirclement and Counter-Encirclement and Suppression
Bamboo forest, small building, three floors.
On the gorgeous and simple shrine, there is a wordless spiritual tablet.
There is only one stick of incense stuck on the incense burner, and the smoke is curling up and swaying slightly in the breeze. However, this stick of incense is about to burn out.
So, a hand gracefully and gently stretched out and pulled out the incense.
This is a middle-aged man with a solemn and steady face, his eyes are as calm as water, and his facial features are eighty-nine times similar to Zhao Hao's, but he is a little older. The silvery white in his hair also tells that he is no longer in his prime.
After the middle-aged man pulled out the incense, someone came up to him respectfully with a plate. He carefully put out the remaining incense in the center of the plate, and then turned to the other side.
On the other side, someone has handed over a new incense stick.
New incense is lit, the incense head is reddish, and the agarwood smoke is light.
The middle-aged man took the incense and began to bow seriously and worship in front of the wordless spiritual tablet.
Every movement he made was meticulous. The angles and speeds of the three bows were exactly the same. His breathing frequency matched his movements. Even the slight drooping of his eyelids and the slight flexion of his fingers were perfect.
This is an extremely rigorous person.
His hair was combed without any tangles, there were no wrinkles on his collar or cuffs, and there was no dust on his shoes.
Even the wrinkles on the face seem to be carefully designed and arranged.
After offering the incense three times, the middle-aged man carefully inserted the incense into the incense burner.
Until then, 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 information has been "Send it over."
This middle-aged man is Zhao Liang, King of Xishuo, the father of Zhao Hao.
After he hummed, he said: "Read it."
As soon as this word came out, the people who had been serving him and helping to offer incense immediately bowed and retreated, leaving the third floor with small steps.
Mr. Song lowered his head: "Fu Qingzhou designated the next sword master for Ning Baimei and supervised the new master of the eight swords of the king."
Hearing this, Zhao Liang raised his head slightly, His eyes didn't change at all.
Mr. Song continued: "Fu Qingzhou is willing to give the ceremonial sword to you, the prince, and the wisdom sword to my master, so that the Xishuo Palace and Qianfang Baixiao Tower can jointly suppress Jiang Baichuan."
Hearing this, Zhao Liang’s eyes still did not change at all.
As if he had expected it, he said calmly: "Ning Baimei guessed it."
Mr. Song lowered his head: "What?"
"Sword ceremony."
Zhao Liang smiled slightly at this time: "It should have been my king's."
As he said that, he slowly turned around: "Song Yu, what do you think? ”
"Your Majesty." Mr. Song - Song Yu responded: "My master has agreed to go to Luoyi, but the owner of Baixiao Tower never shows her true face, so she will travel with her face covered."
< br>"It's unnecessary."
Zhao Liang said lightly: "In that case, make arrangements for travel and go to the capital of Shu as soon as possible."
"Yes."
Song Yu saluted and responded. After that, he turned around and left.
But at this moment, Zhao Liang suddenly said: "Please Mr. Jiang, Master Huijue."
Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then responded again, and then left quickly.
Zhao Liang lowered his eyes slightly, turned back and looked at the wordless spiritual tablet.
However, he didn't say a word or make a move, he just stood there quietly with his hands behind his back.
I don’t know how long it took, but along with a gust of breeze, two figures appeared in the small building.
"Your Highness." Jiang Baichuan called to Zhao Liang's back calmly.
Hui Jue also put his hands together and bowed slightly to Zhao Liang. Zhao Liang turned around and faced them, showing a majestic yet gentle smile, plain yet joyful: "You two, Fu Qingzhou has fallen into a trap."
"Oh. ?”
Hui Jue’s eyes brightened: “What does the prince mean by this?”
Zhao Liang opened his mouth and briefly told about the Eight Swords of the King. Jiang Baichuan and Huijue listened with slightly strange eyes.
"Dejian..."
No matter how calm Jiang Baichuan was, the hand under his big sleeve still clenched his fist lightly: "It turns out that Ning Baimei expects more from him than Dejian. "
"He is indeed capable of wielding the virtue sword." There was a hint of gloom in Huijue's smile: "That sword in southern Xinjiang really hurt the poor monk."
"It's not important."
Zhao Liang said leisurely: "Ning Baimei wanted to test us with the Eight Swords of the King's Way, but Fu Qingzhou was so smart that he actually wanted to bring me and Master Lan together together, and give them swords to attack Mr. Jiang together... At such a young age, he is arrogant and ignorant. It’s ridiculous to think that you can take on the responsibility of the world.”
“When I go to Luoyi, I will hold the two swords of Li and Zhi with Master Lan, and he will not be able to escape.”
< br>Jiang Baichuan's eyes lit up: "Then the Qingxu Transformation Sword Art..."
"Haha, Jiang Donor."
Hui Jue interrupted him and said with a smile: "This This time, let the poor monk go.”
Jiang Baichuan turned his head and looked at the young novice monk next to him.
"The poor monk knows what you want."
Huijue raised his head and looked at the tall Jiang Baichuan, and said with a smile: "Not only do we need Master Jingming's Qingxu Transformation Sword Technique, but we also need to make him There may be a shadow-like sword in Tu Hua Wuying’s hand, right?”
Jiang Baichuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Haha, Donor Jiang, don't be angry." Hui Jue still smiled: "My disciple Hua Wuying ran around and made some noise in the rivers and lakes. Although I don't know how he crossed the north and south of the river, But with this method, we cannot ignore it.”
"He promised to kill you, and then went to the Ning family's ancestral home... Others may not know what this means, but how can a poor monk not know it?"
He bowed to Jiang Baichuan and said: "Poor monk Donor Jiang has not been investigated, but this is just a good guess."
"Huh."
Jiang Baichuan snorted: "You don't know the severity of your actions. If you kill Jingming, Hua Wuying, let me know that the sword skills cannot be perfected, how will I deal with Ning Baimei in the future?"
This time, Hui Jue did not speak, but it was Zhao Liang who did.
"Mr. Jiang."
He said slowly: "My king also wants Master Huijue to go."
Jiang Baichuan's pupils condensed.
"It's you they want to kill." Zhao Liang smiled and said: "They will use Qingjiangzi to set up a trap, and all preparations are made to deal with you, so... Master Huijue should go there ."
Huijue chuckled.
Jiang Baichuan frowned: "He wanted to capture Fu Qingzhou, but he didn't want to kill him."
"It doesn't matter whether he captures or kills him." Zhao Liang said lightly: "The situation was ever-changing at that time, and Master Huijue acted according to the opportunity. ”
Huijue bowed together.
Jiang Baichuan frowned and wanted to speak.
But Zhao Liang said: "If Mr. Jiang still has objections...just listen to what the lord has to say."
As he spoke, he turned sideways and turned his attention to the wordless spiritual tablet.
At this glance, the smoke rising from the incense stick in the incense burner suddenly paused, and then suddenly dispersed in the absence of wind.
The white smoke seemed to have a life of its own, entangled and condensed in the air, and finally turned into a hand with an unclear outline, pointing far away in the direction of Huijue.
Seeing this, even Jiang Baichuan, who was always a little unconvinced, finally took a long breath and nodded slightly.
(End of this chapter)