Lu Xian slipped out of the palace with Yan Xiaoyi. There was a brief moment of silence before Lu Xian suddenly said, "The people of Yongling are really rich."
Vermilion Bird Avenue was closed for the day and the streets were deserted. However, all the signs were clean and tidy. The vendors were neat and orderly. Other than a little dust, there was no other debris on the bluestone pavement.
"Western Liang is not desolate. Why are you sighing?" Yan Xiaoyi said absent-mindedly.
Lu Xian said, "Whether the people of a place are rich or not depends on their living conditions. Look at this street. Although it is adjacent to the palace, it is still clean and tidy despite the people coming and going. This is a sign of wealth. There is no need to worry about survival and only need to know how to enjoy life … "
At this point, he sighed. "Great Xia faces the wilderness to the north and has frequent civil wars, but the country is still prosperous. I have to say that Ji Tiansheng is a good emperor. No wonder she has such a high reputation among the people … I really don't know if Western Liang will still have the ability to fight for the world in ten years if they pretend to surrender."
Yan Xiaoyi did not say anything. He was playing the role of an inferior person who knew nothing about this. He was just an ordinary citizen. An ordinary citizen could be outspoken and not care about the feelings of others, but they could not show knowledge that did not match their status.
However, it seemed that the time had finally come for them to be exposed after carefully hiding it for so long.
"I don't think the current Western Liang has the ability to fight for the world." Yan Xiaoyi said what he had hidden in his heart for a long time.
"What do you mean?" Lu Xian looked at him in surprise.
Yan Xiaoyi looked ahead and said expressionlessly, "The fact that Western Liang has not been able to take down Bing Province has nothing to do with Yanshan Robber, Ji Tiansheng's reputation among the people, or even Martial God Wang Ba. Ten years of confrontation has worn away the grand plan of the provincial governor. He no longer has the unparalleled domineering aura of 'taking down several provinces in a row' at the beginning. If a strong person like him loses the will to fight, he is no different from an ordinary person with a weapon. "
"You …" Lu Xian seemed to have gotten to know him all over again, but after staring at him for a long time, he couldn't find the words to refute.
In fact, not only Yan Xiaoyi, as one of the important figures of the Grand Council, Lu Xian had already noticed this problem. Just like the bet this time, on the surface, it seemed that the Prince of Xiliang would only agree to this bet because he was sure to win. However, even he himself did not care about winning or losing, as long as he could find an excuse to step down.
Things were different now. It was not that he wanted to fight for hegemony, but the will of the entire Western Liang forced him to fight for hegemony.
Lu Xian suddenly thought of his teacher and the plan that his teacher had laid out long ago. After more than two thousand days and nights, after countless recalculations, he was only one step away from conquering Bingzhou. By then, most of the hinterland of the Xia Dynasty would be lost, and at least half of the Divine Prefecture would be included in the territory of Western Liang. By then, it would be logical for him to proclaim himself as an independent king. However, he was only one step away, and it was ruined in the hands of Yanshan Robber.
Thinking of this, his deep-rooted hatred for Yanshan Robber suddenly surged out, and his eyes were red as he said, "If it wasn't for Yanshan Robber, if it wasn't for Yanshan Robber … I really want to catch them all and cook them to go with wine!"
"Oh, oh, the instructor is always thinking about eating people. Are you a deformed child of the Desolate Man? That's too scary. "Yan Xiaoyi moved further away from him, his face full of disdain.
"F * ck off!" Lu Xian was amused by him and retracted his killing intent. He laughed and scolded, "You brat, you have no eyesight at all. How can a deformed child be as handsome as me?"
"Actually, maybe Yanshan Robber just did what he should do." Yan Xiaoyi's eyes suddenly became very deep, and there was a hint of sadness. This was not a look that an ordinary person of his age could have.
This was the second time that Lu Xian captured the emotion in Yan Xiaoyi's eyes. The first time was when they first met, and the indifference in his eyes to life really attracted his attention.
But the second time, it made his heart as cold as ice.
"I don't blame you for being straightforward, but whose side are you on?" he asked very calmly.
Yan Xiaoyi suddenly laughed, "I am the Yanshan Robber that you can't wait to go with wine. Tell me, whose side am I on?"
His smile was bright, and there was no hint of reluctance. Moreover, when he smiled, it was really not ugly.
The silver moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight was cast on Lu Xian's head, causing the shadow of his eyelids to cover his expression.
He had no intention of stopping, and kept walking forward.
Yan Xiaoyi also had no intention of stopping, and kept following.
"Hahaha." Lu Xian suddenly laughed, "This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life."
"But this is the truest thing I've ever said in my life," Yan Xiaoyi said.
At this time, after crossing a bridge, outside a bamboo forest, Lu Xian suddenly stopped, and cocked his head to listen. Then, he frowned, and shielded Yan Xiaoyi behind him, "There's killing intent!"
"Kill!" Eight or nine masked men in black suddenly rushed out of the forest, and raised their blades to slash at him.
"Retreat!" Lu Xian subconsciously shouted, and his body was already like a ferocious tiger coming down a mountain, pouncing over. Even at this time, he still treated him as a little brother to protect.
Flames flew everywhere. His skills were inherited from Lu Qizhong's "Raging Flame Sword Art." Before his sword was even unsheathed, those men in black were all killed by the invisible Raging Flame Sword Qi.
Yan Xiaoyi's eyes did not waver, because this was how it should be, and their role was only this.
The person who wanted to kill was him, and he was the true assassin. A true assassin would only reveal their killing intent at the very last moment. Of course, this was not the most outstanding assassin, because the most outstanding assassin would not reveal their killing intent from beginning to end.
Yan Xiaoyi was clearly the most outstanding assassin, or perhaps under certain circumstances, he was able to do what only the most outstanding assassin could do.
And this reason was not complicated. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want to kill this person, this person who would protect him until the very end.
Although Lu Xian's back was facing him, he still felt an unusual aura. Not many people could calmly deal with the feeling that they were about to die.
"What should I call you?" he said.
"When I don't wear a mask, I'm called Yan Xiaoyi. I didn't lie to you, this was my childhood nickname."
Yan Xiaoyi slowly took out a pale white mask and put it on his face. "When I wear this mask, I am Yan Wushuang, not the peerless Wushuang they say. My name is Yan Wushuang."
Under the moonlight, the White-Faced Asura stood with his hand on his sword.
"Even if it's you, don't think that I will obediently wait to be killed," Lu Xian said coldly.
He didn't show any anger from being deceived. He forced himself to look like he didn't care. However, his clenched teeth and clenched fists completely betrayed him.
"Draw your sword, otherwise it will never have the chance to leave its sheath again," Yan Wushuang said slowly.
Lu Xian smiled bitterly. "Of course I will draw it. I still have to avenge my master, I will kill you …"
The sword was unsheathed, and raging flames soared into the sky, like a fire snake biting towards Yan Wushuang.
"I'm sorry …"
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