Hsu Fengnian felt his scalp go numb.
What was bound to come was bound to come. However, there were countless survivors of West Chu. Why did they have to encounter this man in green robes?
When he was nine years old, he was summoned into the inner court. The Emperor of West Chu suddenly came up with such a grand proposition as testing the school's life and death. Not to mention a young child, perhaps even an old man in his sixties would not be able to use chess to describe life and death. Cao Changqing responded with, "The rules of the board are righteous, the chess circle is lively and intelligent, the movement is like a talent in chess, the stillness is like a complacent chess death." The Emperor bestowed upon him the title of "Cao Family's Little Complacency," and made an exception for his family to be promoted to the rank of nobility. Because his family was located in Longli County, in the future Cao Changqing was given another name, Cao Longli. When he was twelve years old, he played three games against the State Preceptor Li Mi. In the first two games, he was defeated early on, but in the last game, he fought fiercely until he reached two hundred moves. The more he fought, the braver he became. Huang Sanjia said that he was Li Mi's mortal enemy, the Imperial Preceptor of West Chu, who was known as a heaven-sent genius who could dominate the chess world for thirty years. In his youth, Cao Changqing was still unable to penetrate Zha Ma, so he waited for orders from the Imperial Preceptor, Imperial Preceptor Li Mi. His talent and learning topped the Imperial Preceptor. In his youth, this Dragon Carp of the West Chu, who found it difficult to use a bow and arrow and was not good at riding a horse, began to lead the Ministry of Internal Affairs. However, it was difficult for him to escape the stereotype of an internal court official. After the death of Imperial Preceptor Li Mi, his favorite disciple, Cao Changqing, returned to being a nobody. Before the age of thirty, he hid himself in layers upon layers of the Imperial Preceptor Li Mi, unknown to the public. Cao Changqing immersed himself in chess for twenty years and won the third title in his life, Cao Touxiu, from the saying that the tallest tree in the forest. This showed how great Cao Changqing's talent was. He entered the capital when he was a child and only went to the southern border when he was thirty-two years old to command an army. He resisted the barbarians and had a constant strategy. Every battle, he would always win against the many with his inferior numbers, and earned the title of Cao Changqing. Unfortunately, after the Battle of the Western Fortress, West Chu's power was gone. The Great Edifice was about to collapse. Cao Changqing alone could not hold up the fort. Everyone only knew that he fled to Jianghai. It was unknown how Cao Changqing, who was known to be unfamiliar with bows and horses and swords, suddenly became a great master of martial arts who could fight against a million people. He won the title of Cao Guanzi in chess and defeated Cao Qingyi in martial arts. In the past twenty years, he steadily ranked in the top three in the martial arts evaluation twice. His limelight was unparalleled. In the first ten years, no less than twenty important officials of Liyang were assassinated by Cao Qingyi. Every time, he would come alone and leave with their heads. In the last ten years, he entered Tai 'an City three times. Of those, he killed his way into the Imperial Palace twice. He faced two emperors in succession and killed hundreds of soldiers. The most recent time, he was only fifty steps away from the current emperor. If it was not for the protection of Han Diaosi, the most honorable head in the world would have been taken by Cao Qingyi in the midst of thousands of soldiers. It was rumored that Cao Qingyi once laughed at the emperor and said, "If the emperor is angry, he can make the Spring and Autumn Nine Kingdoms fall into millions of corpses. So what if I am angry?
As long as there was still Qingyi in the world, even if you obtained the world, you would not be able to live in peace.
What kind of spirit did a martial artist have?
Following the fall of West Chu, the names of Cao Deyi, Cao Longli, and the others were no longer well known. Only Cao Guanzi and Cao Qingyi remained. The former was Cao Changqing, who was invincible in both the Wulin and Yilin. The latter was the only mad scholar in the world who regarded the head of the Liyang Emperor as something in his bag. Any one of them could make people endlessly fascinated.
And this old minister of West Chu, who was rumored to only wear plain clothes and not be good at playing classical music, was now kneeling in front of the pavilion, kneeling in front of the fallen princess. Heaven, Earth, King, Parents, and Teacher, his clan had long been destroyed along with the country. His benevolent teacher Li Mi had long passed away. Now, other than the Heaven and Earth, which had existed for eternity, who else was worthy of Cao Changqing's kneeling?
The answer was right in front of his eyes.
Hsu Fengnian could not figure out how this Qingyi could see through Jiang Ni's identity at a glance. Was it that mysterious and obscure fate that revealed the secret of heaven? Or was it that the little mud man's appearance was too similar to the parents of the Emperor and Empress of West Chu? But these were not important. For His Royal Highness, the most important thing was to consider whether or not they could stop Cao Qingyi, who was widely recognized as a traitor. He and the halberd Ning Emei estimated that facing this famous top three grandmaster would be similar to facing the eleventh ranked Wang Mingyin in the Marsh of Reeds. They could only stall for time. In the end, it would depend on whether or not the old God of Swords, Li Chungang could do his best. The problem was that the agreement between the old man wearing the sheepskin fur coat and Xu Xiao was only to guarantee that His Royal Highness would not die. From the perspective of the old God of Swords, he could not wait for the little mud man to escape from the confinement of Beiliang Palace so that he could practice swordsmanship with him. How could he be willing to fight to the death with Cao Guanzi?
In the pavilion, Xu Zhihu narrowed his limpid eyes. His expression was somewhat gloomy.
Yangzhou's Yangchun City had gathered no less than a thousand foreign scholars in Huting County's Baoguo Temple alone. Just in Baoguo Temple, there were hundreds of famous scholars from Yangzhou's aristocratic families. This kind of meticulous planning undoubtedly came from those old masters. They were just waiting for his brother to provoke the Gangnam-do scholars again so that they could respond to his call. It was true that Liu Liting, who had the support of a concubine in the palace, could not stir up any waves. However, if the Jiangnan scholar group's entire counterattack was echoed by the 30,000 students of the Imperial College, it would be like countless vats of saliva that could drown someone. If at this time it was revealed that Beiliang had secretly kept the West Chu princess, presumably no matter how much Xu Xiao ignored the ritual, he would have a headache.
Xu Zhihu glanced at Jiang Ni, whose face was as white as snow. His brows relaxed and he stretched lazily. He was calm and unruffled in the midst of chaos. He quietly waited for the situation to change. This kind of dead end, he would leave it to Fengnian to break it.
Was it not enough to carve out a winning hand over ten years?
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