The old woman lamented, "Is there a fragrance outside the walls? Why are the two people I admire heading to Liyang? One of them dared to charge to the foot of the Imperial Capital's walls alone and meet my gaze. The other one is a sect by himself. If I remember correctly, this sect with only one person is ranked higher than the Princess's Grave and your Chess and Sword Music School, right? If they are willing to stay in Beimang … Forget it, let's not talk about it. "
The Chess and Sword Music School had four masters at its peak. Although Huang Baozhu, or the devil Luo Yang, had betrayed Beimang, Hong Jingyan was already the leader of the Rouran Cavalry. Sword Qi Jin and the ancestor of the bronze statue were also among the top masters in Beimang.
Who in the world would dare to underestimate the Chess and Sword Music School?
The old man who looked like a shabby old scholar smiled, "If that wasn't the case, wouldn't the jianghu be a lot less fun?"
The old woman turned to look at the middle-aged man with a sword, "Huang Qing, do you have a chance of winning against that person?"
She wasn't asking about his chances of winning, but whether he had a chance of winning!
The person who was asked nodded.
Although the answer wasn't a pleasant surprise, it wasn't to the extent of disappointing the old woman.
Huang Qing's real name was Sun Shaopu. The Chess and Sword Music School's name was "Sword Qi Jin", and he was also Hong Jingyan's master. Because of the Liyang Dynasty's ridicule of the Beimang Sword Forest's lack of manpower, some people even declared that no one in Beimang could talk about the way of the sword.
Because of this, he changed his name to Huang Qing.
The old woman who could make Sword Qi Jin her retainer was obvious.
This aging female eagle had been flying in the sky above all the other eagles in the grassland for far too long.
The four of them walked into the palace of Xijing. Then, under the careful guidance of the eunuch from the Ceremony Directorate, only Empress Murong and the Prefect of Peace entered a secluded attic.
Inside the attic, there was a grayish-black Hornless Dragon Vat made of an unknown material. The vat was less than half a person's height, but it was so huge that it occupied most of the attic's main hall.
Empress Murong placed her hands on the cool rim of the round vat, squinting her eyes as she looked at the clear water in it.
This vat was called "Slumber". Only after she had usurped the throne did someone secretly enter the palace to report to her that there was a dragon hibernating at the bottom of the vat.
At a glance, he couldn't tell if there was a flood dragon, but the scene in his line of sight was already strange enough.
There was no wind or waves. The surface of the water was clearly still, but it was uneven everywhere.
If one were to look carefully, one could vaguely see that there were many small carps of different colors floating in the water.
Empress Murong raised her head and looked around. Other than the Prefect of Peace beside her, there were only nine people in the room. Among them, there was the Immortal Nan Ming, who was second only to the state preceptor Yuan Qingshan in Daode Sect, the most secretive Qi cultivator in Beimang, and the astrologer Yelu Guanzhu, whose ancestors had been predicting the future for the Beimang Royal Family. Even Huang Songpu, the former King of the Southern Courtyard in the Southern Dynasty, had not seen the nine real hermits who had lived here for decades. As for the other dignitaries in the Southern Dynasty, they did not expect to see them. They probably did not know that there was such a strange attic in Western Capital, such an inexplicable vat, and so many strange people gathered here.
Empress Murong asked softly, "Where is Zhao Dun, the Prince of Liyang, who said that he would not attend the court because he was unwell?"
Immortal Nan Ming, who had a head full of white hair but a face as tender as a child, walked to Empress Murong's side with a thin purple bamboo pole. He extended the pole and gently drew a small circle at a spot two feet above the water surface. The hundred-year-old Elder Immortal of Daode Sect, whose voice was no different from a child's, said crisply, "Judging from the position, Zhao Dun has indeed secretly patrolled the border as the Spider Web reported."
Empress Murong's finger lightly tapped the edge of the vat and sneered, "He's only at the age of knowing his destiny. He's going to die in front of an old woman like me. How pitiful."
The surroundings were silent. No one dared to answer.
She asked again, "Other than the little thing representing Chen Zhibao that suddenly grew a dragon claw, is there anything else worth mentioning?"
Immortal Nan Ming used the purple bamboo pole to point at a spot a little further south than before, "Zhang Julu's tail fell four feet into the vat and is about to sink to the bottom."
The old woman laughed, "What a Liyang Dynasty's deer that committed suicide."
At this moment, the place that the old Immortal Nan Ming was pointing at should be Great Peace City.
After Immortal Qilin's ascension, the new Sect Master of Daode Sect was expressionless. He moved the pole and pointed at the northwest direction, "Hsu Fengnian is still around Huaiyang Pass."
Suddenly, a small black carp less than two inches long jumped out of the water. Then, it didn't fall back to its original position. Instead, it shifted slightly to the west.
Empress Murong frowned, "This is?"
Immortal Nan Ming still used his childish voice to say unhurriedly, "It's Xu Longxiang. Some martial artists who haven't entered the Celestial Phenomenon Realm but are blessed with providence will be indistinct even if they occupy a spot in the vat, unless their Qi leaks too much. It's even more so for those Qi cultivators who are good at restraining their Qi. But once they leak the secrets of heaven, it's hard for them to escape the net of justice. As for those who are close to Earth Immortals, their natal fish will even disturb the water in the vat. "
"For example?"
"Wudang Sect Master Li Yufu. Previously, this person caused the secrets of heaven to tremble, causing the vat's water to overflow."
"Anything else?"
"Yes. Huang Longshi, Tantai Pingjing, and Xie Feiyu. The three people who originally had the most vague clues have shown signs one after another. "
"Then Cao Changqing?"
"Since he became the Scholarly Sage, he naturally jumped out of the vat."
Empress Murong thought for a moment and said to herself, "Could it be that Liu Gui's main force has already encountered the Long Xiang Army?"
Immortal Nan Ming hesitated and shook his head, "No. Xu Longxiang should have gone to the west of Azure City and encountered the Qiang cavalry. "
The old woman's face was gloomy, but it soon relaxed. "Anyway, you have two sons."
The Imperial Decree of Peace guessed what Empress Murong was thinking and said calmly, "Since there's a flaw, we can let Huang Qing and Copper Man assassinate Xu Longxiang. Such an opportunity will be hard to come by in the future."
The old woman pressed her thumb on the edge of the vat and asked, "Can they make it in time?"
The old scholar who was the imperial tutor of Beimang smiled and said, "Let them rush there as fast as possible. After that, it'll depend on their luck."
The old woman smiled and said, "Then let's give it a try."
The Imperial Decree of Peace turned around and walked out of the room without hesitation to instruct Huang Qing.
The old woman asked and answered her own question, "If it succeeds, will there still be a war in Liuzhou after so many rounds of scheming?"
"No!"
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