And in the middle of the cave, there was a sword inserted.
It was a seemingly ordinary sword. There were no patterns or gorgeous carvings on the hilt. From the hilt up to the smooth blade, it slowly turned from pitch black to bright.
A faint purple light emitted from the ground. It was an extremely eerie purple, and it was also the last drop of blood essence of Demon Emperor Sikong.
Such a sword really cannot be regarded as gorgeous, but no one in the civil and military officials of the dynasty would think that this sword is an ordinary sword.
Because this is the sword of the Holy God of War Mengtian, and this is also the sword that killed the Demon Emperor Sikong.
In the Jinluan Palace, everyone's eyes were focused on the sword.
"This is the sword of the Holy God of War Mengtian?!"
"The sword's radiance is inherent, a peerless sword!"
"With this sword, it will definitely restore the prestige of our Great Xia Dynasty!"
All the civil and military officials were looking at the sword, with a strong desire from their hearts in their eyes, but no one dared to make any move.
Because this sword is too heavy.
Mengtian, the Holy God of War, was a hero of the Great Xia Dynasty. He was the foundation of the country and the pride of mankind. So, his sword is the inheritance of this foundation and pride.
Duan Wang Lin Xinjue and Prince Lin Tianrong were also looking at the sword. Their eyes were shining with light. Duan Wang Lin Xinjue's hands were shaking involuntarily.
If he can get this sword, his position in the court will be more stable.
This has nothing to do with the sword itself, but the meaning of the sword. It is the sword of the Holy God of War Mengtian, and it represents the will of the Holy God of War Mengtian.
When the will of the Holy God of War Mengtian is imposed on him, who among the three armies dares to disobey? !
Prince Lin Tianrong's palms were sweating with excitement. Of course he knew what Prince Duan Lin Xinjue was thinking. He wanted to overwhelm the three armies with the prestige of Mengtian, the Holy God of War
How could he make Prince Duan Lin Xinjue's idea succeed? No matter what, he must get this sword. This sword represents the will of the Holy War God Mengtian.
Saint Lin Mubai's expression was a little surprised, but it was just surprise. In the whole world, there was no one like Wang Tu. On the shore of Sui Tu, could it be the king's minister? Although the sword was stuck on the ground, it seemed to be in his hand.
He can take it whenever he wants.
Yan Xiu. Pingyang, Xing Qing Sui and Nangong Mu have all seen this sword.
So, of course they knew that this sword was the sword that Fang Zhengzheng got in the Holy World, but why did Fang Zhengzheng stick the sword on the ground
In addition, what Fang Zhengzheng said just now...
What does it mean again
"Something of the owner?!"
Compared with the others, Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping's expression was obviously a little gloomy, because although his eyes were also looking at the sword, but. But what he was thinking in his mind was the same as Yan Xiu and others, what Fang Zhengzheng blurted out just now.
"Even if something belonging to the owner is thrown on the ground, no one else can take it or snatch it away!"
What is the meaning of this sentence coming from Fang Zhengzheng's mouth
Could it be...
Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. This feeling was very strong, but he couldn't believe that this possibility really existed.
Fang Zhengzheng was actually a little nervous now, but it wasn't the sword that he was nervous about. It was the big hole poked by the sword in the Jinluan Palace.
It's over, it seems like it was thrown too hard...
Where is this place
Jinluan Palace!
It will definitely be miserable now, in the Jinluan Palace. You poked such a big hole, you won't ask me to pay for it, right? How much does it cost to pay...
I really don’t know if anyone would believe me if I said I didn’t mean it
Fang Zhengyi's eyes quickly swept across the civil and military officials, and then secretly glanced at the expressions on the faces of Prince Duan Lin Xinjue, Prince Lin Tianrong, and the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai.
Finally relieved.
It seems that everyone's attention is not on the hole. But it's on the sword. Then, things will be easier to handle, and the responsibility will be directly passed on to the sword? It's impossible to kill the sword or ask the sword to pay for it, right
Thinking of this, Fang Zhengzheng became bolder again and looked at the civil and military officials in the dynasty quietly with an innocent expression on his face.
"Fang Zhengzheng, you just said that if you throw something belonging to the owner, even if it is thrown on the ground, it cannot be taken or snatched away by others. What do you mean by this?" A minister asked from the crowd after receiving Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping's look. stood up.
"What do you mean? You can't even understand this sentence, right? I really don't know how you passed the Taoist exam..." Fang Zhengzheng looked at the minister who stood up with disdain.
"How did you pass the Taoist exam?!"
All the civil and military officials looked at Fang Zhengzheng one by one. It was undoubtedly an insult to say such words to a fourth-rank minister in the Jinluan Palace.
Moreover, it is still a very straightforward insult...
This feeling is like a well-educated saint who picked up the most basic "Three-Character Classic of Taoism", but was snatched away by a child and said: "Give it back to me, you can't understand it!" "
How much I want to die.
"You..." The minister's face turned red and white. He wanted to argue, but as a fourth-grade official, if he really got red and thick-necked in an argument with a commoner in the court, he would really become a laughing stock, so , he could only suppress this tone first: "I am asking you, what is the purpose of these words?"
"Oh, so you are asking about my intention? But didn't Yu Xiang explain it very clearly just now? If something has an owner, even if it falls on the ground and is picked up by someone, it still has nothing to do with the person who picked it up. You You don’t think there’s anything wrong with what Yu Xiang said, do you?” Fang Zhengzheng looked suddenly enlightened.
"Hahaha... Of course what Yu Xiang said is right, but you seem to be saying that this sword belongs to you? Fang Zhengzheng, I admit that you have some talent, but this sword is a relic of Mengtian, the Holy God of War. It belongs to the dynasty, how can it become yours?" The minister smiled, but he did not think that Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping's words had much to do with Fang Zhengzheng.
"This is simple. Whose thing is it? Just call her and see if she agrees?" Fang Zhengzheng said matter-of-factly.
In the holy world, he summoned the sword, so of course he is confident that the sword will return to his hand again. This is an indisputable fact, and only someone needs to question it.
Then, just break it yourself.
"Can you still..."
"Lord Wang!"
A voice suddenly interrupted the minister's words, and then Wanchong, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, who had been standing aside to watch what happened, stood up and shook his head at the minister.
As the chief judge of the imperial examination case, he certainly knows more about what happened in the Shengtian world than others. He also knows that it was Fang Zhengzheng who summoned the sword in the first place.
Now Fang Zhengzheng is obviously playing a trick.
As long as the minister said something he didn't believe, then Fang Zhengzheng could use his sword to deal with it. At that time, it would be difficult for all the civil and military officials in the dynasty to deal with the words of Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping.
Use the words of Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping to impress the court officials
A sneer appeared on Wan Chong's lips, the Minister of Punishment. He had to admit that Fang Zhengzheng's scheming was indeed admirable. However, this was the Jinluan Palace, how could it be allowed to be disturbed by a young boy who had not yet entered the court
"Fang Zhengyi, if you find this sword in the holy world and kill the demons with this sword, then the sword will naturally listen to your call temporarily. However, this does not prove that this sword is yours. !”
"Furthermore, this sword is inherited from the will of the Holy War God Mengtian, and its original intention is to kill demons. Therefore, I am actually very willing to believe that you can use this sword. However, the Great Xia Dynasty is full of talents, and this sword should Only when it is used by stronger people can its true power be unleashed!"
"Of course, I also believe that in ten years or five years, you may have good strength. By then, you can contribute to the dynasty. How can the Holy Spirit not give this sword to the dynasty?" you?"
After Wan Chong, the Minister of Punishment, looked at Fang Zhengyi, there was obviously some pride in his eyes. In his opinion, Fang Zhengzheng's mind was completely out of his control.
So…
How can we make waves
After the minister who had just stood up heard the words of Wan Chong, the Minister of Punishment, a cold sweat broke out on his back. He finally understood the danger just now, and he almost let a boy who had not yet entered the court fool him.
If that happens, I'm afraid I'll have to take off my court uniform.
He couldn't help but show a grateful expression to Wan Chong, the Minister of Punishment, and then quietly retreated into the crowd.
The other civil and military officials also understood Fang Zhengyi's intentions at this moment. They were slightly surprised, but also somewhat ridiculed. They hadn't even entered the court yet, and they wanted to fight with the civil and military officials of the court
It is true that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. It is a pity that although he has the intention, he does not have the power.
It's just a futile effort.
Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping's eyes looked a little gloomy. He originally thought that Fang Zhengzheng had given in, but he didn't expect that Fang Zhengzheng actually wanted to take advantage of his power
It's just that this kind of thinking is still a bit young, that is, it is just a joke.
Wan Chong, the Minister of Punishment, saw that Fang Zhengzheng had stopped talking, and all the civil and military officials in the court also looked at him, knowing that it was time to put an end to this farce.
"I will present the sword on behalf of Young Master Fang!" After Wan Chong, the Minister of Punishment, looked at Fang Zhengyi with a smile, he then looked at the Holy Master Lin Mubai on the dragon throne.
Finally, after receiving the signal from the Holy Master Lin Mubai, he finally strode to the sword.
He coughed lightly and grabbed the hilt of the sword with great indifference.
Use your arm with a little force and pull it out gently...
Not moving at all.
"Huh? It's indeed a good sword. It's more than a foot deep into the ground. Hahaha... I'll wait for you to put in more strength!" Wan Chong, the Minister of Punishment, didn't pull out the sword. His old face turned slightly red, as if he was a little embarrassed.
However, as old as he is, how can he not know how to respond in court.
He burst into laughter immediately.
He just smiled, but his expression turned slightly serious, and his posture also changed, from drawing the sword with one hand to drawing it with both hands... (To be continued.)