The rioting people in the martial arts world instantly calmed down. Including the man holding the sword, Luo Feiyu frowned slightly, "Why don't you beat me?"

"They drew their swords for the sake of profit." Gongsun Shilan walked to him.

Luo Feiyu said in confusion: "Precautions?"

"Throwing a sword that only talks about interests will inadvertently inspire extremely terrifying power, but similarly, when the person who promises interests falls, they will take the sword back into the sheath without hesitation." Gongsun Shilian sighed, "From the friendship between life and death to being strangers, sometimes, it is only one step away."

Luo Feiyu nodded as if he understood, "It's boring."

Gongsun Shilian shook her head, "There are many things in the world, and the backdrops are driven by interests. Even joys and sorrows or love between children may be linked to interests."

"But the only world I yearn for is wine." Luo Feiyu turned his head and looked at her, "There is also poetry."

"Social wine is what I am now pursuing." Gongsun Shilan also looked at him.

"What about them, are they like you said?" Luo Feiyu turned his head and looked at Ling Pengyue.

Gongsun Shilian said slowly: "The answer is in their hearts."

Emperor Jingyang looked around numbly, and the people who had once sat above ten thousand people, and at this time he deeply felt the feeling of being isolated and helpless. He couldn't stand firm for a moment and sat down.

Ling Pengyue walked forward, "Emperor Brother."

"Maybe, I was really wrong." Emperor Jingyang's title changed involuntarily.

"You are just fulfilling your choice." Ling Pengyue sighed.

Emperor Jingyang sighed: "If you were born in troubled times and the princes were in vain, the empire might need an unscrupulous person like me. But what the empire needs today is a wise ruler who will make it last forever and live forever."

Ling Pengyue lowered his head slightly, "But I may not be."

"I am a chess player and I will never misjudgment my chess piece." Emperor Jingyang exhausted his last stubbornness, finally glanced around, and then closed his eyes, "Even if I have played this whole chess game wrong."

"Promise me one last thing."

Ling Pengyue closed his eyes unbearably, "Please say."

"Send me to the road."

"It is a blessing for me to die in your hands."

In the third year of Mingyang, this "conspiracy" that took place in Baima Temple ended with the death of Emperor Jingyang. Of course, the conspiracy was just a long and diverse statement, and the conclusion that came to be consistent with reality was not true. However, in the eyes of many people who know the secrets, Emperor Jingyang made at least a very wise choice before his death. If what he did was made public, he would be criticized. Even if he died, his mistakes would be passed down word by word for word and become a laughing stock in later generations. But he held on to his last breath and let Ling Pengyue kill himself at the last moment, undoubtedly casting a veil for the things tonight.

As for whether he wanted to die at Ling Pengyue's hands to seek peace of mind, or intentionally wanted Ling Pengyue to bear the charge of this conspirator, it was no longer important.

Without a crown prince yet, Ling Pengyue will become the emperor after tonight.

"He is also your disciple." In the Jiexin Mansion, the sword ancestor sighed.

"Isn't the chess player a piece himself?" Mo Wendong raised his hand slightly and startled a butterfly on his fingertips.

"Is it some, too ruthless?" Jian Zu watched the butterfly fly away.

"When Emperor Cheng of Wan ascended the throne, his mother once said in the face of war and chaos that the most lacking in the world was the guidance of the wise king." Mo Wendong picked up a piece from the chessboard and twisted it into pieces.

"All this is just because of Xian'er's words?" Jian Zu frowned.

Mo Wendong's tone was indifferent, "So what?"

The Sword Ancestor no longer continued this topic, but sighed deeply, "I don't understand why he pulled out the knife."

"The king's faith is the world, but the king's ministers' faith is the king." Mo Wendong raised his head, "You can never imagine how terrible they would do for the faith in their hearts."

"Welcome the new emperor!" In the White Horse Temple, Kong Wenliang hurriedly fell to the ground.

"What you recognize is just this sword." Ling Pengyue took back the blood-stained sword and said what Kong Wenliang said.

Kong Wenliang was sweating profusely and had to follow his words: "Huangyang is the divine bird in the east, which leads chicks, meaning that all nations come to pay tribute. A hundred years ago, Ling's family became weaker. This sword was entrusted by the great-grandfather of the minister to the Wanjian Cave to warn Emperor Mingyun in the name of a prosperous era. Now that your Majesty can hold the sword, he should be regarded as an emperor!"

Ling Pengyue said in a deep voice: "You are in danger."

"If this is not the case, I will have no way to die!" Kong Wenliang kowtowed.

Dead end? Ling Pengyue frowned slightly.

Indeed, when Emperor Jingyang had just ascended the throne, former national teacher Kong Zhuquan inexplicably confirmed the charge of chaos in politics, and ended up killing the Kong family, who was prime minister of Liangyang for the five generations. However, Kong Wenliang escaped death. This matter must be closely related to Emperor Jingyang.

But Emperor Jingyang was appointed as his teacher at that time, and this matter must have nothing to do with that person.

Judging from Yu Jing's reaction to sending the sword through the snow at that time, it must have been the work of that person.

Could it be that all this was planned by that person? There is never a shortage of chess players in the world. But he is the one who truly sets up a chess board for all chess players.

Ling Peng became more and more frightened when he thought about it, and soon a chill surged in his heart.

He could not imagine that this set-up person who looked down on all living beings would be the same person as the gentle and elegant teacher in a palace school many years ago.

Don't ask the East.

He, Ling Aoyang, Yan Yuanjie, Mo Ying, Kong Wenliang and others, were almost all his students at the court. Could it be that at that time, Mo Wendong had figured out the nature of all of them and set up this whole game?

Wait, since he has set up this point, then there are two people who may not be spared!

Ling Pengyue looked up suddenly, but found that the black and white eunuch was no longer in the yard. He was about to rush out, but was pulled by Mo Ying who woke up, "You can't be without you here."

"Who will let me go?" Ling Pengyue gritted his teeth. Yan Yuanjie was severely injured. The Qingying Guard led by Xuan Feng was still deeply trapped in the sadness of Emperor Jingyang's death. Tianfeng's imperial guard's sword had been cut off. As for those people in the martial arts world, there was no need to think about it.

"I'll go." A clear voice sounded.

Ling Pengyue looked up and recognized the boy who had met once, "It's you?"

"That person is my senior brother, and I know him very well." Luo Feiyu smiled, "I'm going, it's perfect."
Chapter completed!