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The voice in the grass hut was full of mockery and an almost arrogant sense of arrogance. It viciously criticized the high and mighty brother and sister of the Qing Kingdom and said, "House arrest? Only an idiot would believe it. The two of them, one a god and the other a ghost, have been together for a dozen years. How could they suddenly turn against each other? If they turn against each other, they have to find a reason. Do the reasons the Qing court has thrown out now count as reasons? "
Yun Zhilan's knees hurt a little. He knew that his teacher was talking happily and had clearly forgotten he was still kneeling. He rubbed his knees and climbed up. His face was full of a bitter smile. He thought to himself that most of the time, his teacher's life appeared absurd, but he always had an admirable patience when it came to the big picture. In some small details, he also had a stroke of genius, such as his little brother disciple.
However, his teacher's words had clearly become absurd again. Did he think that the major event that had happened in Jingdou was purely the Qing Emperor and Eldest Princess who had nothing better to do and were willing to lose the face of the royal family to put on a show for the world to see?
No matter what, Yun Zhilan would not believe this. He said a few words to express his opinion.
The Great Grandmaster in the Sword Hut fell silent. It was as if he felt that there was indeed something wrong with his judgment. In his heart, the Qing people, particularly the Qing royal family, were, without question, the dirtiest, most shameless, filthiest, lowliest, and black-bellied creatures in the world. It was not an easy matter for him to believe that such a large crack had appeared in the Qing royal family.
He unconsciously thought that the Qing Kingdom was preparing to make him a scapegoat again.
This thought made him angry and sad. Thus, he was unable to listen to Yun Zhilan's words.
As the leading disciple of Sigu Jian of Dongyi, other than the two times he had been invited by the Eldest Princess to the Qing Kingdom without success, Yun Zhilan represented his teacher's will the rest of the time. He cooperated with the Master of Dongyi and maintained the peace of this city and the surrounding small countries. When it came to government affairs, he was much more astute than the Great Grandmaster known to the world as an idiot. Ever since the incident in Jingdou, he had acutely sensed that there seemed to be an opportunity in front of Dongyi.
If they could grasp this opportunity, Dongyi's greatest threat could be eliminated. They would no longer have to be like a tree sitting on the fence, sacrificing themselves between the nobles of the Qing Kingdom.
In particular, the fact that the Eldest Princess was not dead made Yun Zhilan even more certain of his judgment, and he very sincerely repeated it to his master.
The grass hut once again fell silent. Sigu Jian didn't speak again. He was silent. After a long time, the voice slowly said, "We cannot interfere right now. Who knows if it is a trap?"
Yun Zhilan expressed that he understood, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart.
He didn't understand that the great swordsman in the Hut, that idiotic Grandmaster, was not only afraid of the Qing Kingdom's evilness. More importantly, if Dongyi wanted to use the Qing Kingdom's internal strife, they needed a good opportunity. As the most powerful country in the world, this kind of opportunity could not be created by outsiders. They could only wait for the people inside the Qing Kingdom to send out an invitation.
Regardless of whether it was Sigu Jian or Ku He, they were both towering trees outside of the Qing Kingdom. These two trees could not easily express their attitudes or dance with the wind in the mountains. Once they went in one direction, it would not be easy to come back.
"Continue to watch and see what the Qing people are playing."
The voice in the grass hut rang out again, giving an order to Yun Zhilan. However, he didn't tell his disciple. For a long time, certain people in the Qing Kingdom had been able to pass on important information to him through certain channels. Now, he was weighing this information.
"Yes, teacher." Yun Zhilan prepared to go to the manor of the Master of the City to discuss when he suddenly thought of something. Turning around, he furrowed his brows and said, "The Eldest Princess of the Qing Kingdom has already lost power. Fan Xian should be safe. In order to prevent anyone from discovering his identity, should we summon him back?"
The last disciple of Dongyi's Sigu Jian, Thirteenth Wang, who held the green banner, had always been a mysterious figure. During these two years, many people, including Yun Zhilan, only knew that his teacher loved this young disciple dearly. They had never had the opportunity to enter the Hut to see what this young disciple looked like. It was only during the Jiangnan Ming family's competition for merchants that Yun Zhilan learned for the first time that his teacher had sent his disciple to Fan Xian's side.
Yun Zhilan did not understand. More than that, he felt faintly uncomfortable. After all, within the Qing court, the young man surnamed Fan had always been Dongyi's greatest enemy. During these years, he had ruined countless things for Dongyi and killed countless people.
Even Yun Zhilan himself had almost died to the Overwatch Council's assassination. The aces and assassins of Dongyi had fought guerrilla warfare with the Sixth Bureau of the Overwatch Council in Jiangnan for half a year. Although Yun Zhilan accepted his teacher's change in attitude toward Fan Xian, he felt a little conflicted in his heart.
"I know what you're thinking," the voice in the grass hut said mockingly. "You still think it's wrong for me to help Fan Xian … actually, you're wrong. It's not that Fan Xian needs our help, it's that we need Fan Xian to accept our help."
"Li Yunrui's side is already finished, at least on the palace treasury side. We need Fan Xian. In reality, the Ming family has already been finished these few months, but it has not affected Dongyi. What does this mean? It means that Fan Xian has already accepted our help. "
Yun Zhilan lowered his head slightly and said, "But, in this way, at least 30 percent of our channels are under Fan Xian's control. This young noble of the Qing Kingdom has always turned hostile like flipping a book. Once he becomes ruthless, it will not be easy to deal with."
"Why would he be moved?" In the grass hut, Sigu Jian's analysis walked the path of wisdom and was not muddled at all. "In the past, the two sides only fought on a small scale and did not touch upon their roots. The reason there was conflict at that time was because of Li Yunrui in the middle. Now that Li Yunrui has been imprisoned, there is no longer any conflict of interest between Fan Xian and me. Why would he take the risk of a complete fall out and be moved? "
Yun Zhilan's heart jumped. He understood his teacher's words "between Fan Xian and me." Didn't this mean that his teacher had already, at least on the surface, admitted that Fan Xian, that young man, had the right to sit on equal footing with him?
"In the past, we could trade with Li Yunrui. Now, we can trade with Fan Xian." The voice in the grass hut rang out again. "In the entire Qing court, the only people who do not fear the Qing Emperor are these two. Remember, the Qing Kingdom is not Fan Xian's. He has no reason to sacrifice his own interests for the benefit of the Qing Kingdom."
Yun Zhilan thought about it and still did not understand. If Fan Xian was present, he would certainly give the grass hut a thumbs up and praise the idiot brother disciple for his high EQ.
"Before the incident, I had your disciple disciple throw his lot in with Fan Xian. This is the so-called attitude." The voice in the grass hut paused. "The attitude has to be in place. So, let your disciple disciple do things himself."
Yun Zhilan furrowed his brows slightly. He thought that mysterious and pitiful disciple disciple disciple disciple had been thrown out by his teacher to work hard for Fan Xian. Was it just to express his attitude toward Dongyi?
"Of course, I had him go to the Qing Kingdom for another reason."
Yun Zhilan's spirit rose. He didn't know what secrets he would hear next. The words that entered his ears startled him. After thinking for a while, he realized that the matter was indeed as it was. There was nothing more important than this matter.
"When the Northern Qi royal family rebelled, why was that Northern Qi woman able to hold her son and sit firmly on the throne and turn a wailing Northern Qi into what it is today?"
"Because Ku He stood on her side."
"Why is it that Dongyi and the other countries are sandwiched between the two most powerful countries in the world, wavering left and right, suffering for the best, losing tribute and taking in silver? Why is it that the Qing Kingdom's Ruler and people are so ambitious, but they have never tried to use their powerful martial power to swallow Dongyi into their stomachs?"
Yun Zhilan did not even need to think. With a glimmer of reverence, he said, "Because Dongyi has you and the sword in your hand."
"Correct. Although the title of Great Grandmaster is meaningless, it is good to use it to scare people and as a killing weapon." The voice in the grass hut suddenly became lonely. "Have you ever thought about what the world would be like if Ku He died and I died?"
Yun Zhilan felt a chill run down his back. As for such a scene, it was something that everyone in the world had thought about. However, no one dared to say it aloud. They knew that given the Qing Kingdom's powerful military power and the hot-bloodedness of conquering borders rooted in the hearts of the Qing people, once two Great Grandmasters who did not belong to the Qing Kingdom died, the entire world would certainly sink into chaos again. Putting aside Northern Qi, at least Dongyi would find it difficult to keep. He said sincerely and firmly, "Teacher, you will not die."
"What a joke! Who doesn't die in this world? "
The voice in the grass hut became more and more lonely. "Even if I don't die, people will grow old. Ku He is already so old, and I am not young either. Do you think that an old man at the end of his life, when he can't even hold a sword in his trembling hand, is still a Great Grandmaster?"
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"But … what does this have to do with little disciple disciple entering the Qing Kingdom?" Yun Zhilan was silent for a moment and then asked the question in his heart.
"There have never been any Great Grandmasters in the world," the Great Grandmaster in the grass hut said coldly. The Great Grandmaster in the straw hut said coldly, "It's just that since more than 30 years ago, we monsters have gradually appeared. There weren't any in the past, and I don't know if there will be any in the future. But at least for now, among the young experts in the world, there are only a handful of people who have the chance to approach this realm."
Yun Zhilan's heart jumped slightly as he watched the calmly closed door of the grass hut.
The voice in the door laughed. "It's a pity that you are old. It is very difficult for this to be possible. Many people have crawled out of the sword pit in Dongyi, including the most ninth-level aces in the world. If you want to talk about who has the opportunity to become a new generation of strange creatures, perhaps only your little disciple disciple is. "
Yun Zhilan opened his mouth slightly. He had once met Thirteenth Wang face to face in Suzhou's Zhaoshang money house. At the time, he had learned that this little disciple disciple disciple had already entered the ninth-level at such a young age. He had been very shocked, but he had always felt that his little disciple disciple disciple's realm was far from his. How was it that in his teacher's mouth, he was the person most likely to enter the Great Grandmaster realm?
"This is a problem of one's nature." Sigu Jian's voice finally became as confident and indifferent as a Great Grandmaster's. "If one desires something to the extreme, one must not care about something. You can't, and the knife-wielding master under Ku He called Lang Tiao also can't. Actually, these years, presumably, Ku He and I have both been troubled by the problem we spoke of earlier. Once we grow old and die, what will happen to the land behind us? Thus, we have to resolve this problem before we die. "
"I chose your little disciple disciple disciple disciple, Ku He. He chose Haitang."
"Coincidentally, they are each other's last disciples."
"Even more coincidentally, Ku He sent Haitang to Fan Xian's side …" Sigu Jian's voice carried a glimmer of mockery. "Even if it wasn't him who sent her, at least he must be very happy that something happened between Haitang and Fan Xian. Since he could send her, I could also send her. However, Haitang is a girl. This is a great advantage."
Yun Zhilan was dumbstruck. He had no idea how the Great Grandmaster's plan to raise Fan Xian was brought up. He didn't understand why Ku He and his teacher, these two Great Grandmasters, would send their last disciples one by one to Fan Xian's side.
"Are there really only four strange creatures in the world?" Sigu Jian asked in a quiet voice. "Yes, perhaps there are only four strange creatures. That strange creature never seems to age. You should know him, that blind man …"
Yun Zhilan's heart grew cold. He knew that his teacher was talking about a mysterious figure who had secretly traveled through Dongyi many years ago.
"But, you don't know that Fan Xian is that blind man's disciple." The person in the grass hut smiled. "Isn't this a very interesting matter? The last disciples of strange creatures should all be together. Fighting and talking will allow the three of them to improve greatly. This is the so-called training. Of course, presumably, Ku He is thinking the same as me. He wants his disciple to go to Fan Xian's side to get a bit of good luck. "
"Luck?" Yun Zhilan stared at the tightly closed door of the grass hut.
"What kind of conditions are needed to become an old strange creature? Intelligence, cleverness, hard work, but, most importantly, luck, "Sigu Jian sighed. "There are countless cultivators in the world. In the end, only a few people succeed. Is it the heavens being unfair, or is it something else? In reality, it is just that our luck is a bit better than other people's. "
In the end, he said, "What happened 30 years ago was already proven. To become a Great Grandmaster, one must have this kind of luck. Then, one must try with the blind man. However, no one can find where the blind man is. Since it is so, then one can only try the blind man's last disciple."
Yun Zhilan was confused by these mysterious words. A moment later, he asked the question he was most concerned about. "Little brother disciple, Haitang, Fan Xian … Teacher, of these three, who do you think is most likely to succeed?"
Among these three top aces of the younger generation, other than Thirteenth Wang who was still a nobody, Haitang and Fan Xian stood, without question, at the peak of their age group. At such an age, they had already entered the ninth-level. Each of them had a good teacher. Furthermore, at different times of time, people always thought they were Tianmai.
Thus, when people discussed who would be the next Great Grandmaster, the first thing they thought of was Fan Xian and Haitang Duoduo.
"Haitang." Sigu Jian's judgment came very simply. "Because she is very good, she is very fast."
"Then youngest disciple?"
"It is also possible that the clarity of that child's nature is not below Haitang's."
"What about Fan Xian?"
The person in the grass hut was silent for a moment. "Fan Xian is the least likely."
"Why?" Although he loathed Fan Xian, Yun Zhilan still unconsciously raised an objection. "Although his realm is still lingering around the ninth-level and is very unstable, not as good as Haitang Duoduo, given the speed of his improvement, it is truly inhuman. According to my observations, it is rare to see a young person as determined as him in this world. As for hard work, although he was born into a powerful family, he has cultivated continuously since he was young and has endured hardship. "
"All the conditions are met, but Fan Xian is missing the most important link," Sigu Jian concluded. "He has no heart. This young man has no heart for this world. Since he has no heart, naturally, there is no nature to speak of. If he wants to enter the realm of the heavenly path, he will have to give up everything in his hands. Is he willing to do that?"
Fan Xian was a normal person, so he was unwilling.
"Although the blind man is an extraordinary person and can bring luck to his opponents, his own luck is not very good. Furthermore, he cannot be a good teacher," Sigu Jian said in the end.
"I miss the blind man very much. It is a pity that after disappearing for a dozen years, he came out to find Ku He, that big baldy. Yes, it is a pity."
Yun Zhilan heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed in the hut.
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Among the Great Grandmasters, Ye Liuyun was a carefree person who never took on disciples. Sigu Jian, on the other hand, took on a wide range of disciples. If one included those who were registered, there were at least 50. Thus, the levels of his disciples were mixed. Although there was a ninth-level ace like Yun Zhilan and a mysterious young man like Thirteenth Wang, there were still many who did not make it. As for the Northern Qi Imperial Advisor Ku He, he didn't take many disciples. Each one of them was a top ace, such as the Northern Qi Emperor's martial teacher, the ninth-level ace Lang Tiao, and Haitang Duoduo, who wore flowery clothing and was known as the Tianmai Being.
The blind Uncle Wu Zhu also had disciples. However, his first disciple and last disciple were both the same person, Fan Xian.
What Sigu Jian said was correct. The Great Grandmasters were also people. They also had to consider the problems behind them. Thus, these strange creatures all put a great deal of effort into their last disciples. Of course, they only did so in secret. They didn't want this pressure to interfere with their disciples' cultivation.
Haitang, Fan Xian, and Thirteenth Wang had yet to appear in the same place at the same time. If there was such a day, it would certainly be an interesting sight.
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