A trace of bitterness finally appeared on Long Yue's calm face. He sighed, "That Liang Xiao's swordsmanship is indeed remarkable, and he had unexpected strong support. I suspect that person is Jian Sheng Jian Nanfeng!"
"It's one thing for Liang Xiao's swordsmanship to be outstanding, but how could Jian Nanfeng show up..." Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, then suddenly realized, "What did you say? Liang Xiao's swordsmanship is outstanding?!"
Xiao Chang's face was ashen. He said gravely, "He is the descendant of a military family and the son of Liang Anguo. It's normal for him to know some swordsmanship. But to be able to lead a team to defeat over a hundred elites is not just about outstanding swordsmanship; it's called divine swordsmanship!!"
"Master Long Yue, tell me, is it possible that he is Tian Jiangjun himself?"
Long Yue was stunned and nodded, "There is this possibility!"
"Then why is he unwilling to reveal his identity to the world?" Xiao Chang said coldly.
Long Yue pondered for a moment and replied, "Perhaps there are other reasons, such as fearing that his achievements would overshadow the ruler?"
"Then let's let the world know, especially that brat Xiao Qing!" Xiao Chang sneered.
"Absolutely not!" Long Yue quickly advised, "Prince Nan, even if we spread rumors, the people will only believe that Tian Jiangjun has become a martial god and that Tian Jiangjun has appeared in spirit. Moreover, if that damned emperor trusts him as always and gives him military power, I fear that the Great Qian Kingdom will form a situation where the military and the people are united, an unprecedented event!"
Xiao Chang's expression changed. He immediately calmed down, trembling all over, "The Great Qian Martial God..."
Xiao Feng sighed, "Father, Master Long Yue is not wrong. Besides, it's better to believe in ghosts and gods than not. What if it really was Tian Jiangjun's spirit protecting Liang Xiao? How could Liang Xiao, at nineteen, be able to govern the country as a sage and defend the nation as a god?"
Xiao Chang was unwilling, "Are we forever unable to assassinate that brat Liang Xiao and let him wreak havoc?"
"Prince Nan, this matter should be left to the remnants of the Great Heng Kingdom to handle and see what Zuo Wushang is planning! If they fail, the Huichun Sect and Prince Nan's Mansion can take the opportunity to swallow them up." Long Yue suggested.
Xiao Chang finally found a way to save face and nodded, "This Prince wants to see what these old and young remnants of the Great Heng Kingdom can do! However, I'm afraid they are already looking for your Sect Master to demand an explanation."
In the quiet waterside pavilion, Zuo Wushang's face was grim as he stared at the Sect Master of the Huichun Sect playing the zither before Ye Qingyi.
"I have repeatedly warned you not to act rashly. Why has your Huichun Sect carried out assassination attempts time and again, alarming the enemy, and ruining our plan!"
The Sect Master sighed, "This Seat was not aware of this matter. You can ask Qingyi. This Seat has abandoned the assassination plan and only asked Qingyi to continue approaching Liang Xiao."
Zuo Wushang glanced at Ye Qingyi, who nodded at him, his brow furrowed. "So they acted without authorization? Do you, the Sect Master, have no control over them?"
"This is an internal matter of the Huichun Sect. Marshal Zuo need not concern himself with it. If you want to find trouble, go to Prince Nan. Even for the sake of the Buddha, your Qingyi is, after all, this Seat's disciple."
Zuo Wushang said gravely, "If you alarm the enemy one more time, this Marshal will completely abandon the plan to capture Liang Xiao. You can deal with Liang Xiao yourselves!"
With that, Zuo Wushang left the waterside pavilion.
"Qingyi, I heard that Liang Xiao's swordsmanship is astonishing, and he personally killed dozens of our Sect's divine monks. I'm afraid Yan Jun was right; he is indeed Tian Jiangjun himself." the Sect Master sighed.
Ye Qingyi took a deep breath with difficulty and said, "Disciple truly finds it hard to believe..."
But in her heart, Ye Qingyi was filled with mixed emotions.
Is he really...
However, Zuo Wushang had instructed her to keep it a secret and not let the Huichun Sect know that Liang Xiao might be Tian Jiangjun himself, so she could only comply.
The Sect Master continued to play the zither by himself, the music scattered.
"If he is indeed Tian Jiangjun himself... a man like this, let alone your Marshal, even this Master would want to find ways to capture and subdue him. Disobey and die!"
Ye Qingyi responded vaguely, her mind elsewhere.
Capture him?
Now, she only trusted the wisdom of her own Marshal and Hong Jie. Directly assassinating Liang Xiao was simply seeking death!
A person whose carriage was reinforced with metal, and who was wary of extremely beautiful women, could he be assassinated so easily?
But Ye Qingyi did not try to persuade her master, lest it cause more trouble.
According to Zuo Wushang's plan, the Huichun Sect and the Great Qian Kingdom should be allowed to consume each other. Regardless of which side was depleted, or if both were defeated, it would be excellent news for the remnants of the Great Heng Kingdom!
At Zhuo Manor, Hong Jie and Zuo Jing were eating, with Yun Jiu keeping watch around them, actually acting as a lookout for the two.
"I never expected the Jian Sheng to appear unexpectedly. It was your foresight that you didn't bring out the Xuanming Powder..." Zuo Jing said with a hint of helplessness.
Hong Jie merely smiled helplessly.
He didn't bring out the Xuanming Powder not because of foresight, but purely out of hesitation...
Liang Xiao's words had made him's scalp tingle at first, then filled him with emotion.
"Does he always hint at you when he talks to you?" Zuo Jing asked again.
Hong Jie nodded, "I've also noticed, but I can't figure out the source of his wariness. He mentioned the Great Heng Kingdom; was it just a coincidence that it happened two or three times? After all, we have so many things to discuss, and it's normal to use the past to satirize the present or use it as a metaphor."
"As long as we play along with him, even if he suspects something, he won't dare to act against us rashly. I can't contact Yun Tian Wei now, so don't act impulsively," Zuo Jing said helplessly.
Hong Jie shook his head, "No need to contact. We also shouldn't deliberately approach the Princess, especially you. You should continue to pretend to be shy. At least wait for some time until you're familiar with Liang Xiao's people before you have a chance to get close..."
Zuo Jing nodded slightly, not objecting.
Just then, Shangguan Jiusi's voice came from outside, "So it's Zhuo Lingjun!"
The two, disguised as siblings, immediately resumed their original appearances and went to greet him.
In another courtyard, Jian Qinwan and Jian Nanfeng were having a heart-to-heart talk, while Liang Xiao kept watch in the distance.
"Father, Master has told me the truth of what happened back then..." Jian Qinwan said softly.
Jian Nanfeng was startled and smiled, "Don't tell your mother, or your Master will never see her again in this life."
Jian Qinwan said "Oh" and looked at her father with heartache.
Having wandered for ten years, Jian Nanfeng's temples were already streaked with white, his hair filled with silver, making him look even more weathered.
"As for you!"
Jian Nanfeng turned the topic back to Jian Qinwan, looking at Liang Xiao, who was with his back to him, gazing at the sky in the distance.
"This child's swordsmanship is no less than yours, father. You and Shaoling are definitely no match for him. If it were a spar, I could win slightly. If it were a fight to the death, I would surely die," Jian Nanfeng sighed.
Jian Qinwan's heart fluttered wildly, and her eyes sparkled, "Is he that powerful?"
She originally thought swordsmanship was just an auxiliary skill for a flower thief, but she never expected...
"He is Tian Jiangjun, isn't he?" Jian Nanfeng said in a low voice.
Jian Qinwan nodded slightly, her face full of pride, and whispered, "Father, you must not reveal this secret..."
"Look at you, you don't have any of the pride of a Qin Xian in front of him. You can't bear to take your eyes off him normally!" Jian Nanfeng said, then took out another ancient small box and a key from his waist and handed them to Jian Qinwan.
"This is the treasure of our Xichuan Sword Clan."