Chapter 73: Jian Jiuhuang smiled at the heroes! Si Gujian and Ku He tried to win him over but to no avail, so stop talking nonsense and just fight!
Haitang Duoduo was full of joy just now, but now her joy has dissipated a lot like the morning mist.

What kind of situation is this?
The grandmaster coachman outside the carriage seemed to care nothing about his own master and the two grandmasters Si Gu Jian, and there was no reverence in his behavior.

And Li Chengyun, the young prince, seemed to be oblivious to the power of the two great masters. His indifference was puzzling.

Among the grand masters, there may be those who are extremely proud and unwilling to give in to each other, confident that no one in the same realm can defeat them.

But Li Chengyun is only a ninth-rank warrior. How could he be so confident and not afraid of facing a grandmaster?
Haitang Duoduo suddenly felt an ominous feeling in her heart, her heart was beating like a drum, as if a secret was about to be revealed.

She stared at Li Chengyun's calm face and felt that he was like the water in the abyss, deep and unfathomable.

Even though she had a keen eye, it was difficult for her to see through his true colors.

She was fully aware of her master's abilities.

She was very clear about the gap between a grandmaster and a ninth-grade warrior, which was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Li Chengyun is not a dull person. With a grandmaster by his side, he should be well aware of the truth that 'below the grandmaster, everyone is an ant'.

This situation was really inexplicable, and it made her even more uneasy.

Li Chengyun was full of confidence, and seemed to ignore the two great masters who were about to arrive.

When Haitang Duoduo saw this, she felt more and more surprised and doubtful, as if a dragon was rising from the clouds, unable to calm herself.

Could it be that Li Chengyun's visit to Dongyi City this time was actually a carefully planned conspiracy?

He had already secretly made a backup plan, waiting for the right moment to lure her master and Grandmaster Si Gu Jian into the trap and catch them off guard?
With this thought in mind, Haitang Duoduo's worries were even more difficult to calm down.

She knew that Li Chengyun was full of ideas and if he really planned it this way, the consequences would be disastrous.

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but be on guard in case of emergency.

Between the streets and alleys, Old Huang drove his horse-drawn carriage slowly, the wheels lightly rolling over the stone slabs, making a long echo.

Looking around the carriage, there were men in black like a forest, all holding sharp weapons and with solemn expressions.

However, no one dared to stop the car from moving forward, because those who had tried to block the road before had all turned into cold corpses lying on the ground.

Suddenly, in the astonished eyes of everyone, a sword tip broke through the air, like the first light of dawn, with a slightly sharp edge.

Then, the entire sword slowly appeared, plain and simple, without much carving, just like ordinary iron.

Looking at the hilt of the sword, it is casually wrapped with a rough hemp rope, the rope is mottled, and it looks worn out.

However, it was this seemingly ordinary, even somewhat shabby sword that attracted the attention of everyone present for no reason.

Although the sword light was not very bright, the tip of the sword seemed to have a chilling chill that penetrated into the bones, making people feel cold and scared, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on their chest.

Especially the sword, which was directly inserted into the ground, and everyone felt as if the pain was piercing their hearts.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, like a fallen leaf rustling in the autumn wind.

next moment.

Everyone's eyes were focused on a man holding a sword.

This man wore a conical hat and a linen robe. He was slightly short, but he had an extraordinary aura.

He came from afar and gently grasped the sword, as if he was grasping the hearts of everyone present at the same time.

"Click!" A crisp sound.

The man lifted the sword from the blood-stained ground.

The blood dripping from the tip of the sword was like a sad red tear, shocking countless people, as if they were seeing their own blood flowing. He resolutely stood in front of the old yellow carriage.

Old Huang also stopped the carriage involuntarily and stared at the man.

However, the man did not speak, but just stood there quietly.

Seeing this, Old Huang couldn't help but yawn and said casually:
"Isn't there another one? Please show yourself as well."

As soon as he finished speaking, fallen leaves began to dance in the wind, like floating clouds in the sky, leisurely falling.

A figure, like a leaf falling from a branch, gently floated to the ground with the wind. He was wearing a linen robe and a hood, and his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to glimpse his expression.

Old Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, saying:
"Sir, now everyone is here."

"Haha, that's good. I'll leave everything to you, Lao Huang."

Li Chengyun's calm voice came from inside the carriage.

Upon hearing this, Old Huang grinned, revealing a few slightly leaky teeth, appearing quite open-minded.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Si Gu Jian, who was holding the broken sword, could not help but frowned and said:
"Who exactly is this great master? Why have I never heard of his name?"

Seeing this, Old Huang slowly took off the sword case from his back, smiled softly, and said:
"You naturally don't know me. You may not have even heard of my former name Jian Jiuhuang."

"But these are no longer important. No matter who I was in the past, I am now just a groom beside His Highness, named Lao Huang."

The gaze he gave into the sword case was as gentle as water, just like he was gazing at his beloved wife, his eyes were full of tenderness and affection.

Lao Huang then slowly stretched out his hands and gently wiped the sword case with his sleeves, not missing any detail. His movements were so delicate, as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

When Ku He saw this scene, his eyes suddenly narrowed under the brim of his hat and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

The moment Lao Huang wiped the sword case, he seemed to touch a deep sadness, a sadness so real that it moved people's hearts.

"Is this the artistic conception of the great master before me?" Si Gu Jian pondered in his heart.

He stared at Old Huang in front of him and said softly:

"Brother Jian, you and I are both great masters, so why should we bow down to a little boy and be driven by him?"

"With Brother Jian's strength, whether in my Dongyi land or in the state of Beiqi, he will become a distinguished guest of the royal family and enjoy supreme honor, just like Master Ku He who is beside me."

"The Emperor Qing is ambitious and will never tolerate someone as extraordinary as Brother Jian being out of his control!"

"He will definitely attack Brother Jian to eliminate future troubles! And can the King of Yan in the carriage really protect you? I'm afraid not."

"After all, he and Emperor Qing share a blood-related father-son relationship. How can this family relationship be easily surpassed by the friendship between you and him?"

"Brother Jian, I hope you will think carefully. As long as you are willing to join us in killing the King of Yan, we will be good friends from now on, sharing the glory of the world. Isn't that wonderful?!"

There was a hint of bitterness in Ku He's words, as if all the troubles in the world were condensed in his voice:

"Indeed, Jian Jiuhuang, as a Grandmaster, you have become famous since the last time. I know that Li Chengyun may have done you a favor."

"However, although the favor is great, it is enough to repay it with one move. Why should I sacrifice my life here?"

Ku He's voice was low and sincere, as if he was giving Lao Huang some advice.

Both of them tried their best to win over Lao Huang, but they knew in their hearts that unless Lao Huang killed Li Chengyun himself and was willing to surrender, they would never truly trust him.

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(End of this chapter)