Xie Lian did not answer, his pupils slightly contracted.

Some of the priests who were watching were confused and asked in a low voice, "What national master? Who is the national master?" Some of them were more careful and figured it out immediately: Lang Qianqiu was the crown prince of Yong'an State, and the national master of Yong'an State of the same generation as him was the other of the two masters of the demon path, the national master Fangxin. And at this moment, Lang Qianqiu grabbed Xie Lian and called him "national master", which meant... Xie Lian was the demon path that brought disaster to the country - the national master Fangxin? !

However, Xie Lian is the crown prince of Xianle Kingdom, which was destroyed by Yongan Kingdom. How could he become the state teacher of Yongan Kingdom? All the priests felt that they might run into something big today. They all held their breath and stared at the people in the center of Shenwu Hall. Lang Qianqiu still held Xie Lian tightly, his chest rising and falling sharply, and he said reluctantly: "You... I clearly killed you with my own hands and sealed you in the coffin with my own hands. You... So you?!"

He took a breath and said, "Master, you really have great powers!"

His Highness Taihua was well-known in the Heavenly Court for his cheerfulness and happiness. He was always innocent and never embarrassed anyone. He had never shown such an expression before, which seemed like sadness, anger, hatred, as if he would pounce on Xie Lian as long as he answered "yes". Feng Xin stood closest to the two of them, looking at Xie Lian, his shock could not be concealed. However, Mu Qing's eyes were trembling, and there was a hint of excitement in his restrained shock. Shi Qingxuan put Mingyi down and said, "Qianqiu, do you have any misunderstandings? If His Highness the Crown Prince is the Imperial Master Fangxin, why did you recognize him only now?"

At this time, a man at the side said: "Qingxuan, this is what you don't know. The legendary Fangxin Imperial Master has always been aloof, mysterious and arrogant. He never shows his true face to others and always wears a silver mask. Your Highness Taihua should have never seen his true face before."

The person who was speaking, standing far to one side with his arms folded, was none other than Pei Ming. Shi Qingxuan was unhappy to see him, and flicked his whisk, retorting: "If that's the case, then it means that no one has ever seen what Fangxin's Imperial Master looks like. Why does General Pei have to act as if he has already confirmed that His Highness Xianle is Fangxin's Imperial Master?"

When he and Xie Lian were moving, they were all very strange and funny, but when they arrived at the Heavenly Palace, they changed their appearance and became very proud. They paid attention to their image in every move and were quite elegant. At this moment, a snow-white figure appeared from the back of the hall. Except for the few people in the center, the several priests who were originally chattering in the hall quickly stood in their positions and bowed, saying, "Emperor."

Jun Wu raised his hand slightly, and everyone straightened their backs again. Jun Wu walked over, checked Ming Yi for a moment, and said, "Place the geomancer first."

Then, four Medicine Master priests came up to help Ming Yi up and took her away. Shi Qingxuan seemed to want to go down with him, but after looking at the situation in the Shenwu Hall, he was still worried and stood still. Jun Wu brushed past Xie Lian and patted him on the right arm. Just now, blood was still dripping down Xie Lian's sleeve, but after the pat, it stopped immediately. Jun Wu returned to the throne above with his hands behind his back, and then said: "Tell me, what happened again. Why is Taihua holding Xianle and not letting go, and why is Xianle lowering his head?"

As soon as he arrived, everyone present felt relieved. Lang Qianqiu glanced at Xie Lian again, and seeing that he still didn’t say a word, and now there were priests all around, he was not afraid that he would escape, so he slowly loosened his hand, turned to Jun Wu, and bowed, saying: “Emperor, hundreds of years ago, this man used the pseudonym Fang Xin and sat on the position of the state teacher of my Yongan, killing my relatives and bringing disaster to my country. I…I want to fight him, please be a witness today!”

In the Shenwu Palace, even those who had never heard of Master Fangxin hurriedly used their spirits to look him up. You wouldn't know until you checked, and you'd be shocked. Master Fangxin was the lifesaver and teacher of Yong'an Crown Prince Lang Qianqiu. The reason why he was listed as one of the two masters of the demon way was because of the famous event of the Gilded Banquet where he massacred the Yong'an royal family.

This Gilded Banquet was originally a kind of banquet popular among the nobles of Xianle. It was named so because the wine vessels, food vessels, and musical instruments used in the banquet were all extremely exquisite gold vessels and extremely luxurious. After the founding of Yong'an, it was announced to the world at the beginning that it would put an end to the extravagant atmosphere of the previous dynasty and never repeat the same mistakes, and only focus on solving problems for the people. However, after decades, after learning everything, it still follows the same old way.

On the night of Prince Yong'an's seventeenth birthday, a gilded banquet was held in the palace. It was during this gilded banquet that Fangxin Guoshi, holding a sword, killed all the Yong'an royal family present. The golden cups overturned, the blood was as red as wine, and the scene was extremely cruel. Only Lang Qianqiu, who arrived late, escaped, but he was almost silenced.

After this shocking incident, the Yong'an royal family was seriously injured. If Lang Qianqiu had not always been popular among the people and had worked hard, unrest would have been inevitable. After finally stabilizing the situation, the Yong'an royal family summoned extraordinary people from all over the world to hunt down the fleeing murderer. Finally, they finally captured him. Lang Qianqiu personally killed the great master of the evil way, sealed his body in a coffin, nailed it tightly, and buried it in the ground.

Lang Qianqiu stared at Xie Lian and said in a trembling voice, “I have never understood why you did that. You said you couldn’t bear to see us sitting in this position, but I never believed you. I didn’t think you wanted to usurp the throne at all. Now I finally know what you meant by that.”

All the priests were dumbfounded, muttering to themselves or communicating with the spirits in private: "This is revenge!"

"Isn't it revenge? After Xianle Kingdom was destroyed, he wanted to destroy Yong'an Kingdom as well. The people of Yong'an killed his father, the emperor and his mother, so he also wanted to kill the father, the emperor and his mother of Prince Yong'an. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

"But it wasn't Lang Qianqiu's generation that destroyed Xianle Country. His anger is totally unreasonable."

"I thought the laughingstock of the Three Realms was born a fool, but it turns out he is a ruthless character. He went to the enemy country to be the national teacher and secretly stirred up trouble. With one move, he slaughtered the entire royal family. How powerful..."

Xie Lian knew exactly what the other people were thinking. His face was as gloomy as deep water and he didn’t show any reaction, but a huge wave was rising in his heart.

Lingwen walked to the front and whispered a few words to Junwu. Xie Lian felt Junwu's gaze and closed his eyes, not wanting to see. After a moment, Junwu said, "Taihua, what is your basis for believing that Xianle is Fangxin?"

Lang Qianqiu said with red eyes: "The person who taught me swordsmanship is the Imperial Master Fangxin. How could I not recognize him when he made a move?!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the undercurrent surged even more: "It's fine to muddy the waters, but why go to the trouble of teaching the enemy country's prince swordsmanship?"

"No wonder we haven't seen him touch a sword since his third ascension. He was afraid of being exposed."

Lang Qianqiu said: "This time I went to the ghost market, and just now, I fought with Huacheng..." Hearing him mention the ghost market and Huacheng, many priests shuddered again. Lang Qianqiu continued: "However, before the swords touched, suddenly a shadow rushed forward and knocked the swords away with two strikes.

"This sword can stop fighting without hurting either side, but only inflicting injury on the other side. I am very familiar with this. When I was twelve years old, I was captured by a group of thieves while traveling. The thieves grabbed me and fled to the street. The guards chased me and we fought fiercely. After a while, a street performer with a bruised face and nose suddenly stretched out a branch and used the same two strokes to deflect the two swords and save me.

"The bandits and the guards fought and both were injured, so the street performer took me on the run and sent me back to the palace. My father, the emperor, and my mother, out of gratitude, invited him to be the imperial teacher and taught me swordsmanship for five years. Once he swung a sword, I was familiar with it. I wanted to learn this sword, but he refused to teach me, saying that as a prince, I didn't need this kind of sword. But it was because of this sword that he became the imperial teacher of Yong'an, so how could I admit my mistake?"

Xie Lian said nothing. At this time, Mu Qing said softly, "Your Highness Taihua, you said you saw a little afterimage, but it seems that no one else saw it except you, so that's just your one-sided statement."

Some people were surprised that Mu Qing would speak up for Xie Lian, but others were clear-headed. Xie Lian had such an attitude. Without saying a word, I was afraid that what Lang Qianqiu had pointed out was almost certain. Mu Qing spoke up at this time, seemingly to defend Xie Lian, but in fact, he had bad intentions. Because the more he questioned, the more Lang Qianqiu would take it seriously, which would not help Xie Lian's situation at all. Sure enough, Lang Qianqiu said, "Okay! Please bring the sword!"

Many of the martial gods in the hall carried swords with them. When he shouted, some of them immediately untied their swords and threw them to him. Lang Qianqiu held the sword and held it in front of Xie Lian, saying, "Here you go! Let's have a duel now, without hiding anything, and fight with all our strength to see if our swordsmanship is the same, and to see if I learned it from you!"

Everyone thought that he was being too reckless to duel with swords in the Shenwu Hall, but when they thought about the bloodbath at the Gilded Banquet, where his entire family was killed, they could understand his excitement. In addition, Jun Wu didn’t say anything, so they didn’t know whether they should stop him. Shi Qingxuan was still thinking about Xie Lian’s injury, and said, “Qianqiu, the Crown Prince just blocked Hua Cheng’s knife for you, and his right hand is in such a state, how can he duel with you?”

After hearing this, Lang Qianqiu suddenly stretched out his left palm and hit his right arm hard.

With a crackling sound, his right arm immediately burst into a blood mist, became bloody, and drooped limply. Without even checking, one could tell that the injury must be extremely serious. Seeing him suddenly injure himself, all the priests were shocked. Xie Lian was also startled, and raised his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lang Qianqiu said: "Master Feng is right. You did injure your arm just now because you saved me. I will return your arm now. But you saved me, and it is also true that you killed my clan. I know you can use swords with both hands, and your swordsmanship is superb. Let's compete with our left hands. If you are a man, pick up the sword!"

Xie Lian looked at the sword, then at him. Finally, he slowly shook his head and said, “I made a solemn vow many years ago that I would never use a sword to kill anyone again.”

Hearing this, Lang Qianqiu recalled the night when he arrived at the scene and saw the black-robed man pulling the long sword out of his father and mother. His eyes suddenly turned red, and his left hand holding the sword made a rattling sound. Shi Qingxuan swung his whisk in, wrapped the sword and suppressed it, saying, "I think there is some misunderstanding. Since the Fangxin National Master has always been wearing a silver mask, maybe someone is impersonating him to harm others. Let's ask the emperor for instructions first."

Everyone turned to the jade throne above. Jun Wu said, "Immortal music."

Xie Lian bowed and said, “Yes.”

Jun Wu said in a deep voice: "Do you agree with what Taihua said?"

Xie Lian said, “I admit it.”

The word "recognize" was spoken in a cold tone, completely different from his usual tone. Feng Xin, Mu Qing, and Shi Qingxuan all changed their expressions upon hearing it.

Jun Wu nodded and said, "Are you the Imperial Master who slaughtered the gilded banquet with blood?"

After a moment of silence, Xie Lian suddenly raised his head and said, “Yes. It’s me!”