Orioles chirped on the banks of willow trees, lotus flowers bloomed when the wind blew, clouds perched on pine trees and cranes returning to the mountains, and the setting sun shone on Lei Feng at night … The beautiful scenery of West Lake with light makeup and heavy makeup had always been praised by the world. The Hidden Sword Mountain Villa by the West Lake was immersed in this beautiful scenery all year round, and also had a gentle aura.
A gentleman like the wind, Hidden Sword West Lake. The Hidden Sword Mountain Villa was one of the fourteen sects of the Jianghu of the Tang dynasty, and naturally had its own outstanding qualities. The disciples of the Mountain Villa all followed the teachings of the Ye family. Although they were not perfect, as a famous swordsmithing family in the Jianghu, these young swordsmen who were born rich and carefree, did not lose the spirit of the Hidden Sword.
The atmosphere of the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa today seemed to be more solemn than usual.
The Second Master of the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa, Ye Hui, and the Fourth Master of the Mountain Villa, Ye Meng, came to a guest courtyard in the mountain villa at the same time to pay a visit to a guest from the past.
Li Jiancheng sat alone under the ginkgo tree in the courtyard, staring intently at the chessboard in front of him. He held a chess piece in one hand, as if he was thinking about his next move.
He still looked like a teenager, and the childishness between his eyebrows was obvious.
When Ye Hui walked into the courtyard, he saw the young man holding a chess piece in deep thought.
This made him a little absent-minded.
Could it be that his disciple was careless and made a mistake?
His suspicions instantly disappeared when he saw the young man's bottomless eyes.
He had seen this pair of eyes in a painting that was circulated in the palace.
The young man in front of him and the person in the painting were only different in age.
Although Ye Zhaoquan was young, he would not speak carelessly. If he said that the young man appeared out of thin air, then it was not wrong. Moreover, before his elder brother went into seclusion, he had mentioned that someone from another world would break through the void and come here.
Therefore, it should be true.
"Ye Hui and Ye Meng of the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa greet the Eldest Young Master."
Li Jiancheng put down the chess piece. When he got up, he was startled by these two people's salute.
Hey, hey, what is my identity in this world? These two manor lords should be the ones in charge, right? Why are they so respectful towards me? Hey, Chang Qin!
Since no one could see him, Mr Ghost, who was sitting on the other side of the chessboard, smiled.
"Hold on, don't lose your composure."
Li Jiancheng silently shifted his gaze away and looked at the two people in front of him again with a half-smile on his face.
"I think I need an explanation."
Ye Hui and Ye Meng looked at each other. In the end, Ye Hui took a step forward and said,
"Eldest Young Master, it is now the twenty-sixth year of the Kaiyuan era. In this era, the name of the nation is Tang, and the founder is Great Ancestor Li Yuan. "
“！”
Li Jiancheng's pupils suddenly shrank.
The young man in the white robe had locked himself in his room and paced back and forth countless times. From time to time, he would grab a handful of his hair, looking extremely irritated.
Prince Changqin floated above the desk. With a flick of his robe, his entire soul gently landed on the desk.
"Did you already know?"
The young man finally stopped pacing around and threw himself onto the couch with a thud. He no longer had the arrogant attitude he had in front of others.
"Yo, done pacing around?"
Prince Changqin raised his eyebrows and looked at the Young Master, who was lying on the couch without any manners.
Li Jiancheng rolled around on the couch with his limbs facing up. He spread himself out like a crumpled pancake.
After a long pause, he said, "Why would Shimin do anything to me … What's so good about being the emperor? Why would I fall out with Shimin over the throne? It's impossible. My Shimin is so obedient …"
Prince Changqin paused. "After hearing so much, this is the last thing you care about?"
"What else could it be?" After lying down for a while, Li Jiancheng sat up and looked at the soul floating in front of him in confusion.
"Do you want me to ask Father how he killed the other aristocratic families and took the throne himself? Or did he go back and strike first to prevent himself from being killed by Shimin in the end? How is that possible? He's my younger brother. If he wants the throne, of course I'll give it to him. "
Damn brother complex.
Prince Changqin took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.
"You're really magnanimous."
"Thank you for the compliment."
There was another long pause.
The young man recalled the conversation just now. His eyes were filled with confusion. He said softly, "I don't understand.
"I don't understand. According to the timeline here, I died because I lost the fight for the throne with Shimin. However, after Shimin took the throne, he did very well. The two manor lords also admired him."
"Then, why did they tell me everything without any qualms? Aren't they afraid that I'll change the future when I return? "
Prince Changqin paused for a moment and reached out to rub the young man's furry head.
Oh, it feels good.
"It probably has something to do with their Manor Lord."
"Oh?"
Li Jiancheng looked up at the young man with a head full of messy hair.
"From your conversation just now, it's obvious that their Manor Lord knows something. That's why the Second and Fourth Manor Lords so easily believed that you were the Hidden Crown Prince from a hundred years ago. They even told you the progress of history."
"Under normal circumstances, telling the future is equivalent to divulging heavenly secrets. However, they aren't worried about the backlash at all. That means that this is within the boundaries of the Heavenly Dao."
"The Heavenly Dao here is clearly fearless. It's not worried about the consequences of divulging the future. Then … it's very likely that although this world's history is similar to your world, it has nothing to do with your world."
Li Jiancheng was not stupid. He quickly understood what Prince Changqin meant.
"Are you saying … a parallel world?"
"That's right."
Chang Qin patted the young man's head and praised him.
"In short, the Manor Lord of the Hidden Sword definitely knows something. Since you've come, the Manor Lord who's in seclusion will come out very soon. "
The Sword Tomb of the Hidden Sword Manor was covered in snow all year round. However, no matter how heavy the snow was, it could not conceal the dazzling sharpness of the divine weapons hidden here.
This was the holy land that countless swordsmen dreamed of.
In this Sword Tomb, any random sword could make the people of Jianghu go crazy.
Which Jianghu person did not wish to have a divine weapon that was unparalleled in the world?
The young man in the golden robe was extremely handsome. He sat upright on the sacrificial sword platform, surrounded by sword shadows. It was clearly a sharp sword light, but around the young man's body, it melted into a round and smooth light.
The sharpness was hidden within.
After an unknown period of time, in the silent world of the Sword Tomb, a soft sword hum gradually sounded. At first, it was a small wave, but it quietly spread throughout the entire Sword Tomb. The divine weapons hidden in the Sword Tomb seemed to be awakened by this wave, and the sound of swords rang out one after another along with the invisible wave.
As if on a pilgrimage, the soft hum of the divine weapons gradually drew closer to the young man in the center of the sacrificial sword platform. When the halo of light came into contact with the sword shadows around the young man, it quietly bent its proud posture and bowed respectfully.
There was a red plum flower on his forehead, and his snow-white hair was bright and clear.
The young man who slowly rose from the sacrificial sword platform had a divine bearing. Although his eyes were closed, there was not the slightest discomfort in his movements. Light and shadow rotated around the young man. The majestic sword qi in his hand obediently lay dormant, and finally slowly dissipated in the air.
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