"Do you really think that it is possible for me to return to Dali and ascend the throne again? What a joke! Even those bald monks in Tianlong Temple don't stand on my side. With my current reputation as one of the four evil men, what qualifications do I have to ask the people of Dali to respect me as emperor again?" After saying this, Duan Yanqing's eyes seemed to reveal deep loneliness, and his words were full of self-mockery.
Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "If it's not for the purpose of regaining the throne of Dali, then what's the point of all the tricks you've taken?"
“Humph! If others won’t give it to me, can’t I just snatch it back myself?” Duan Yanqing suddenly turned his head, staring at Zhou Yi with his tiger eyes, giving off a chilling aura: “When I was crawling at the gate of Tianlong Temple like a dog, I understood that in this world, only things that you have fought for with your own hands will never betray you!”
"For so many years, I have practiced martial arts, supported Duan Tianchi, and suppressed Duan Chang Tianya, just hoping to control him as my puppet after he ascended the throne so as to cultivate my own power in Dali. Joining Yipintang and helping Xixia is to contact external forces! For more than ten years, everything I have done with my heart and soul is for the day when I can personally take back the throne I lost!"
"You can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! Do you understand?"
Zhou Yi stared blankly at the disabled and ugly old man in front of him. He felt that his image had magnified in his eyes, like a prairie fire, blazing and scorching, out of control!
All along, Zhou Yi had been passively waiting and experiencing the changes in the world! From Tianshan to the Imperial Palace to Jiangling and Shuzhong, it seemed that every step Zhou Yi took was driven and pushed by other people's wishes or plans!
And at this moment, looking at the almost tangible blazing flames in Duan Yanqing's eyes, Zhou Yi suddenly felt inexplicably moved!
Maybe I should do something for myself!
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The plan for this big commotion in Luoyang was that dozens of ethnic minorities outside the Great Wall, including Tubo, Xixia, Jurchen, and Goryeo, would go to Luoyang on the seventh day of the next month in order to resist the aggressive military force of the Empress Wu Zetian.
In order to prepare for the battle of Luoyang, Duan Yanqing decided to practice hard in seclusion in the hope of training the One Yang Finger to the third level. Zhou Yi, Ye Erniang and Yue Lao San were not getting along well, so he had to go on the road alone and leisurely head towards Luoyang.
"Beep beep beep!" Halfway through the journey, the reminder sound of the Thousand Miles Voice Transmission suddenly rang. Zhou Yi opened it and saw that it was the scholar!
After the meeting in Shu, didn't this kid go to Jiangnan to enjoy the gardens? How come he has time to come to me? Zhou Yi muttered to himself and slowly turned on the Thousand Miles Transmission.
"Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi! I'm in Jinling City, come and save me!"
The scholar has always been calm and steady, but today he was shouting so urgently. I guess he is in a very urgent situation. Zhou Yi ran to the nearest town without hesitation, and then went straight to Jinling City from the post station!
Jinling City is located on the bank of Zhongshan Mountain and faces the Yangtze River. Since Gou Jian, King of Yue, built the city here in 47 BC, six dynasties (Wu, Eastern Jin, Song, Qi, Liang, and Chen) have successively established their capitals here. Jinling has always been a battleground for military strategists and is known as the "Ancient Capital of Six Dynasties".
But now the scholar was in danger, so Zhou Yi had no time to appreciate the scenery of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. He immediately rushed to the Jinling Zijing Tower mentioned by the scholar. Zhou Yi entered the Zijing Tower and went straight to the emperor's first private room without saying a word.
As soon as Zhou Yi entered the room, he saw the scholar sitting at a corner of the table, pouring tea leisurely.
"You're here!" he said lightly when he saw Zhou Yi coming.
Zhou Yi looked around and was immediately furious. I rushed all the way from Kunlun to Jinling, and you are drinking tea here? Are you kidding me
Zhou Yi slammed the table and yelled, "What are you talking about? Are you kidding me?"
The scholar was so frightened that he almost dropped the teapot. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and held the teapot and teacup with both hands, then tremblingly took out a towel and wiped the table. Seeing that he was hesitating, Zhou Yi immediately took the teacup and teapot from the scholar and put them aside, then sat opposite him, glaring at him with wide eyes.
"So impatient..." Before the scholar could say anything, Zhou Yi had already put his hand on the long sword. Seeing this, the scholar did not dare to say anything more, but smiled and said, "Wait a moment, wait a moment!"
A moment later, a thin man in black slowly walked in from the door. When Zhou Yi saw this man, he was so shocked that he was speechless.
The person who came was none other than Jueming, the leader of the Four Xiaoxiang Swords, the "Death Sword" whom Zhou Yi had seen in the city during the Battle of Jiangling. It seemed that Zhou Yi and Tang Shangxin had taken advantage of the battle between him and the Invincible Legend in the city that day to kidnap Sword Lord Twelve, so it was inevitable that they would feel a little awkward when they met at this moment!
Jueming looked at Zhou Yi and actually smiled, saying, "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. I hope you are doing well since we left Jiangling."
"Are you okay... Are you okay... What's going on today?" Zhou Yi was a little confused and a little bewildered about what happened today, so he had to turn his head to look at the scholar.
Jueming slowly came to the table and said with a smile, "I was looking for you. I happen to have some friendship with Shusheng. I know he and you are roommates, so I hope to introduce you. If it is inconvenient, please forgive me."
The scholar nodded quickly and added, "That's right. When I first graduated from my apprenticeship, I was robbed by a group of bandits in Suzhou. Fortunately, I was saved by Brother Jueming. Brother Jueming is a good person, so I will introduce him to you!"
Zhou Yi nodded when he heard that. He was no longer a rookie in the martial arts world. He was also considered a big shot in the martial arts world. When he saw Jueming, he was naturally not as excited as the scholar. Instead, he pondered for a moment and said solemnly, "Brother Jueming is the leader of the Four Swords of Xiaoxiang. It's a pity that I have never gotten along well with Xiaoxiang Pavilion. I don't know..."
"Alas!" Jueming waved his hand to interrupt Zhou Yi and said, "Brother Qianbei injured Yan Zunlong of my Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the Eight Directions Tower in Yangzhou, and the "Drunken Demon" Wang Wudi and the West Mountain Twin Swords kidnapped the Twelve Sword Lords in Jiangling City. If I come here today as one of the Four Swords of Xiaoxiang, I will fight Brother Qianbei to the death!"
When the scholar heard this, he immediately became anxious and jumped up from the bench, shouting, "Jueming! I introduced you to him only because you promised not to harm my brother's life. You can't just kill him like this!"
Seeing that the scholar looked excited, Zhou Yi quickly pulled him and pressed him on the stool, nodding to signal Jueming to continue.
Jueming said: "You two don't need to get excited. Today I, Jueming, come to see you two as an individual. I have nothing to do with the gang's affairs. Even if my Pavilion Master takes action personally today, I will swear to protect Brother Qianbei's life!"
"Good!" Zhou Yi clapped his hands and laughed. He was very satisfied with Jueming's words. If he had said something like Xiaoxiang Pavilion's affairs were nothing special, it would have made Zhou Yi feel disgusted. Only by distinguishing between public and private affairs could a person's demeanor be revealed!
"Then I wonder what Brother Jueming wants to talk to me about today?"
Upon hearing this, Jueming's eyes suddenly fell on the long sword in Zhou Yi's hand. He concentrated carefully for a moment before saying, "May I ask if the sword in Brother Qianbei's hand belongs to the Third Young Master?" (To be continued)