My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Chapter 128: Do Something

Chen Sanchi looked at the bronze mirror user coldly, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Since the mission failed..."

"There's no need for you to continue living in the world!"

The bronze mirror owner pondered for three breaths, then pulled out an arrow from the quiver on his back.

He held the arrow in both hands.

An arrow pierced his chest.

"Let's go,"

Shang Shan lifted the car curtain and took a look, "Let Bai Shaoqiu live for another year!"

The carriage continued on its journey.

The atmosphere in the carriage was somewhat solemn.

Shang Shan still held up the curtain, watching the scenery outside the window rapidly receding with a gloomy face. After a full half hour, he lowered the curtain and looked at Yu Donglin, who was still dozing off with his hands and feet tied across from him.

"Don't they say people get less sleepy as they get older? Why do you seem to be sleeping all the way here?"

Yu Donglin's old eyes slowly opened and he grinned:

"I've become a prisoner, no longer the Third Division Chief of the Xuanjing Division, and I've even lost my martial arts skills. Suddenly, I feel relaxed, and sleepiness is coming over me..."

"For the past few decades, I've been working with the Chief Master, always cautious and fearful of making mistakes. Even sleeping has never been peaceful. This can be considered as making up for the sleep I missed."

Shang Shan raised his eyebrows: "Bai Shaoqiu is not dead."

Yu Donglin stared at Shang Shan and pondered for three breaths: "Young Master, are you a little disappointed?"

"To some extent... Some people say I'm narrow-minded. My grandfather once said the same thing about me."

"In fact, in my opinion, this is just my decisiveness!"

"Since he cannot be used by me, and since the Prince of Zhenxi is on Qin Shiwen's side, he is the enemy of the Third Prince and also my enemy!"

"Of course, we should use the most brutal means to deal with our enemies. Is that narrow-minded?"

Shang Shan actually laughed, shook his head, and said, "If you are tolerant towards your enemies... you are not a human being, you are a Buddha!"

"I know I can't become a Buddha in this lifetime!"

“I want to be a living person!”

"Even if you, Yu Donglin, carefully observe the inscriptions on the mirror tablet at the Xuanjingsi, you will never become a Buddha!"

He leaned back in his chair, shook the golden folding fan in his hand, and his expression became gloomy again:

"There are many monks in this world, but there is absolutely no Buddha!"

"Because Buddha cannot exist in the human world... People will not allow Buddha to exist!"

"Those people who worship Buddha, do you think they are worshipping Buddha's compassion, kindness, and tolerance?"

"No!"

"Those who worship Buddha either have something to ask of him, or... they are just asking him to forgive their sins!"

"Poor man, he never realized that the so-called Buddha is nothing more than a statue carved from wood or clay."

"Everything they did was in vain. In the end, people have to rely on themselves!"

"I'm getting off topic. I just want you to know that I will never worship Buddha in my lifetime."

"Because the Buddha cannot give me what I want, I have to get it myself. And yet, I have no sins in my heart that need the Buddha's forgiveness."

Yu Donglin listened quietly, but suddenly smiled.

Shang Shan frowned slightly:

"Is it funny?"

"I think it's a little funny."

"That makes me laugh too."

"Bai Shaoqiu is not dead. You are actually very disappointed in your heart, but you have to pretend that you don't care."

"That night at Qianweilou, Bai Shaoqiu didn't come as you wished, and that's when you had murderous intentions towards him."

"Isn't this a manifestation of your narrow-mindedness?"

"As the young master of the Xuan Jing Division, you actually dared to ignore the admonitions inscribed on the Xuan Jing Division's mirror tablet... If you truly took control of the Xuan Jing Division, I'm afraid you would bring endless disasters to it!"

Shang Shan stared at Yu Donglin, his face as cold as water.

He suddenly leaned over, raised his hand and slapped Yu Donglin!

"Snapped……!"

Yu Donglin's head tilted due to the slap, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He slowly turned his neck and looked at Shangshan again, grinning again, revealing a mouthful of blood foam.

"Anxious?"

"Are you angry?"

"Do you really think Mu Zhou can imprison the First Lord?"

"Do you really think that the Chief has been indifferent to worldly affairs these years?"

"Have you forgotten the three swords in the chief's hand?"

Shang Shan was startled and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Weren't those three knives broken six years ago?"

Yu Donglin did not answer.

He looked at Sang-sun like he was an idiot.

Shangshan's face gradually turned pale.

He suddenly roared, "Three feet...speed up!"

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Zhenxi Palace.

study.

The King of Zhenxi put down the book in his hand and looked up at a man in black who was about thirty years old and standing in front of him.

"Have you found out? Who did it?"

The man in black bowed and said:

"Replying to foster father, the assassin is definitely from the Xuan Jing Division... Chen Sanchi, from the Second Division of the Xuan Jing Division!"

"But the swordsman who killed the twelve people from the Xuanjing Division and the two members of the Chang family that night still has no clue..."

"Ge Gang has arrested almost every martial artist in Xiling City and imprisoned them. My subordinates have investigated them one by one, and they have no motive or opportunity to do this."

The King of Zhenxi stood up, put his hands behind his back and walked to the window. He looked at the sunset outside the window, pondered for a few breaths, and said slowly:

"Tell Ge Gang to release those people."

"As for that swordsman... have the Shadow Guards keep an eye out for him. There's no need to go out of their way to find him."

The man in black bowed again:

"I obey your command...father,"

"Chen Sanchi dared to touch the son-in-law and the fourth young master... Does this mean that the Xuanjing Division has chosen sides?"

The King of Zhenxi frowned slightly, and after pondering for ten breaths, he said:

"Marquis Shang... It's been over six years since I last had any contact with him. He sent his grandson Shang Shan to Xiling City, but Shang Shan didn't even come to the palace to meet me..."

"I can't tell!"

"But this matter will definitely be reported to Kyoto and will send a signal to certain people."

"Prime Minister Qin will be under greater pressure in Kyoto."

"Wait for the letter from Prime Minister Qin."

"But we have to do something."

The King of Zhenxi turned around and looked at the man in black: "Dongfang Xun,"

"The child is here!"

"Two things!"

"Please give me your orders, godfather!"

"First, you will personally lead the First Shadow Guard on a mission. Set out tomorrow to visit all the important towns along the Hexi Road... and eliminate all the people from the Xuanjing Division!"

"Secondly... send someone to tell Dongfang Lie that early summer has arrived and I'm going to the Western Wasteland to hunt... have him organize the army and be ready to set off at any time!"

This man in black calls the King of Zhenxi his godfather!

His name is Dongfang Xun!

The King of Zhenxi has three sons and one daughter, but except Lao Yu, no one knows that the King of Zhenxi has six adopted sons!

Each of these six adopted sons possesses unique skills, and among them, Dongfang Xun is the most intelligent and skilled in martial arts!

He is deeply trusted by the King of Zhenxi and controls the five most mysterious shadow guards in the King's hands.

There are only twelve people in a guard.

Each of them was once a powerful figure in the world!

"My child obeys!"

Dongfang Xun was about to turn around and leave when the King of Zhenxi said again:

"By the way, how is my uncle now?"

Dongfang Xun grinned:

"My son-in-law has only done two things these days. One is staying in the blacksmith shop, and the other is... closing his eyes and practicing Qi."

"How's your practice going?"

"Well...father, I went to check last night and there's no internal energy, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know if there's something wrong with my uncle's Qi training method. He can hold his breath for an extremely long time!"

The King of Zhenxi was startled: "How long did you hold your breath?"

"Yes, I stood by his bed for a full hour, and my uncle only breathed... five times!"