Cao Changqing took advantage of Hsu Fengnian's meditative state to take a few glances at him. There was no doubt that he had just entered the Vajra Realm. Compared to when he first met him in Gangnam-do, his aura was much grander.
In West Chu, he and Li Chungang had nothing to do, drinking and discussing heroes. The old God of Swords had mentioned this ill-fated prince of Beiliang many times. His words were full of praise and criticism, and he had raised his future achievements to the same level as Bai Hu 'er's face at Tide-listening Pavilion and Qi Xianxia at Mount Longhu. The old senior had praised this young man's tenacity, unlike the usual playboys. Although his martial arts talent was slightly inferior to Hong Xixiang's, he could make up for it with hard work. Moreover, he was so afraid of death that he was willing to use the stupidest method to improve his realm. The only thing he disliked was that this young man was affectionate and heartless towards women. Whenever he saw a beautiful girl, he could not help but flirt with her. His skill in defecating was superb, but he was careless in wiping his ass. He was like this to the West Chu Remnant Yu Xuanji and Princess Jing An Pei Nanwei, which made the old man roll his eyes. Cao Changqing did not have a good or bad impression of this young man. However, he was able to refuse the temptation of giving away the princess in exchange for killing Chen Zhibao. Cao Changqing had been through ups and downs in the officialdom and was already experienced in the ways of the world. He was only slightly surprised. Long-term planning was his forte. If Hsu Fengnian had agreed at that time, it would have been really disappointing. With the princess's stubbornness, she would not hesitate to stab this heartless man to death or never see him again for the rest of her life. Cao Changqing was actually happy with such a situation. It was far less worrisome than the current situation.
However, when the princess came riding on her sword and heard the confession of a dying man, Cao Changqing could not help but sigh. Back then in the palace of West Chu, he entered the palace at a young age and played the jade pieces for so many years. Who was he playing for? Did she know that person? Perhaps even before she died, she only thought that this chess player was giving pointers to the emperor, right? Compared to this young man in front of him, even if he was already a Confucian Saint, wasn't he inferior?
Cao Changqing turned his head and looked in the direction where the little princess, the pillar of the old West Chu, flew on her sword and sighed. She and Xu Fengnian were destined to part ways. In the future, she would be forced to risk her life because of her uncle and the fate of the West Chu Country. Was this why she was so lazy to practice the sword under the guise of being afraid of suffering? Cao Changqing collected his thoughts. Seeing that Hsu Fengnian's Qi had reached a critical point, he gently tapped his fingers to help him climb up Mount Kunlun. In this battle, his meridians were severely damaged. Even with the protection of the Great Yellow Court, which had been unique in Taoism for hundreds of years, it was not easy. Why did His Royal Highness have to do this? Cao Changqing smiled. In his opinion, in times of chaos, wealth and honor were sought in the narrow path. In times of prosperity, one had to walk the bright path. Hsu Fengnian, the nobleman's son, seemed to be in the middle. He looked bright on the surface, but he was dangerous on the inside. Cao Changqing did not have any pity for him. Since he was born into the Xu family, he had to be aware of the difficulties. The princess, whose real name was Jiang Si, was the same. How could she be an indifferent woman with great fortune on her back?
After Hsu Fengnian's three Qi revolutions, he opened his eyes and asked, "Are you really going to restore the West Chu Dynasty? Is that why you came to Beimang to contact the survivors? "
Cao Changqing did not hide this. He nodded and said, "That's right. Many of the West Chu survivors are now powerful ministers of the Southern Dynasty in Beimang. Before I arrived at the border, I went to the Liyang Palace and carved words on the Nine Dragons Wall, revealing my identity as the princess to the world. The imperial court began to set up a literary prison. The King of Guangling also personally led troops to suppress the six academies. The old Grand Preceptor of the capital, Sun Xiji, resigned and returned to his hometown. The students of the Imperial College were agitated. The Left Chancellor and Right Chancellor's pretense of affection was completely broken. The Emperor of the Zhao family did not approve of the old Grand Preceptor's resignation, but allowed Huan Wen to resign from his position as the Left Chancellor and go to Guangling Taoism to be the Administrator to appease the public opinion of the scholars. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly and said, "Fortunately, it's her. Otherwise, she would definitely hate you for making things difficult for her."
Cao Changqing said calmly, "No matter if the restoration of the country fails or succeeds, I will definitely apologize to the princess with my death at an appropriate time. I have to give the princess peace and stability. "
Hsu Fengnian changed the heavy topic and asked with a frown, "Why did Đồng Thái go to the Northern Dynasty to provoke Tuoba?"
Cao Changqing, who was sitting upright and still, stretched out two fingers to stroke a lock of hair and smiled. "Three months ago, I fought with him at the ruins of the Western Wall. It was at that time that I had ascended. Đồng Thái said that fighting with me was boring and wanted to go to Tuoba to ask for a beating. However, although Đồng Thái said it lightly, I know that this time, he will not fight with Wang Xianzhi. He will only use the Martial Emperor City as a whetstone to sharpen his sword. This time, there will only be two results. Either he will die at the hands of Tuoba, or he will survive and become a sword immortal. Đồng Thái's swordsmanship is only used to kill people. If he becomes a sword immortal, he will really have a chance to shake Wang Xianzhi's throne as the world's number one. Since the Twelve Flying Swords were given to His Royal Highness, I guess when Đồng Thái will stop using the peach blossom branch, the world will no longer dare to say that Wang Xianzhi and Tuoba can easily kill the remaining eight people if they work together. Your Highness will continue to go deeper into Beimang in the future. Let's wait and see. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Since you have become a saint, this statement is not valid."
Cao Changqing shook his head and said, "In the eyes of the world, the saints of the three sects have high realms. However, when it comes to killing, they are too weak. This time, I entered the realm of Earth Immortal to build momentum for the princess. If I were to fall into the eyes of the hidden experts, I would only be a laughing stock."
Hsu Fengnian went straight to the point and joked, "Sir, you are too modest. A saint is a saint. Who dares to look down on you? If I had your realm and didn't have any status to worry about, I would also go to the palace to make a scene and embarrass the Nine-Five Sovereign. "
Cao Changqing's finger stopped beside a strand of hair. He then folded his hands on his knees and said with a smile, "If such a day really comes, Cao Changqing will definitely go and watch."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "I was just saying. Sir, don't take it seriously."
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