Sword Spirit Recognizes Lord?

The civil and military officials looked at General Jin, who was trembling a little, and the smiles on their faces also disappeared, and such a thought flashed in their hearts almost at the same time.

However, this can only be a thought, and no one really dares to say it.

Zuo Xiangyu Yiping's face became extremely ugly.

Also with the same face as him were Duan Wang Lin Xinjue, the crown prince Lin Tianrong, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty standing in the Jinluan Palace, and the most ugly was General Jin.

Now General Jin's eyes are red from congestion, and his lips still look a little purple.

However, the sword he held in his hand remained unmoving, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull the sword out of the stone, which was too uncomfortable.

And the most uncomfortable thing is that before the Holy Lord Lin Mubai did not give another order, he still had to hold on......

No one is coming forward anymore.

Because, if General Jin can't pull it out, it also means that this sword is really difficult to pull, at least, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty are not 100% confident that they can pull it out.

Saint Lin Mubai looked at General Jin, and the expression on his face changed.

Of course, he saw the problem, but he was the emperor who ruled the world, the true dragon son of heaven, if he couldn't even help a sword, then where was the prestige of the emperor?

Now this situation has nothing to do with the sword.

If he had known that the sword spirit recognized the master, then he would not have asked Fang Zhengzhi to sacrifice the sword at all, but directly ordered the sword to be given to Fang Zhengzhi, which was a holy grace, but now it is different.

If he can't draw his sword, of course, the emperor's authority will be damaged.

For thousands of years, the authority of emperors has been supreme, and how can it be compromised?

Saint Lin Mubai knew. He had to make a decision.

Merely......

This sword is the sword of the Holy Heaven God of War Mengtian, representing the will of the Holy Heaven God of War Mengtian, if you really recognize the Orthodox Lord, then to pull this sword out of the ground, at least the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty can't do it.

Saint Lin Mubai's palm shook gently, and a faint golden glow flashed in his eyes. A magnificent momentum like mountains and rivers emanated from him and his body.

In an instant, it filled the entire Jinluan Palace.

At this moment, the eyes of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty all looked at the Holy Lord Lin Mubai, of course they knew what kind of strength the Holy Lord had today, a generation of emperors, favored by the Heavenly Dao, had supreme coercion.

"Is the emperor going to take action personally?" As soon as this thought flashed, the hearts of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty became extremely complicated.

With the strength of the saint Lin Mubai, he personally drew his sword, and naturally he was more than ninety percent sure.

But. The result is completely different from the current situation, from offering a sword to taking a sword, and taking and offering are two completely different meanings.

What's more, there is still a 1 in 10,000 chance that it can't be pulled out?

In that case, things can get a little out of hand.

Snatch the sword?

Some people are willing to see this kind of outcome, but not everyone wants to see it, after all, they don't think that Fang Zhengcheng is qualified to get this sword. However, they never felt that Fang Zhengzhi was such a talented person. You should lose your life because of a sword.

"Buzz!"

The Traceless Sword let out a clear groan at this moment, the sword body trembled, and the demonic purple light that came out of the ground suddenly came out, as if it was fighting with some kind of power.

Fang Zhengzhi's heart tightened, and he could feel that the Traceless Sword's mood seemed to be a little bad now, as if he had been imprisoned by something.

Just about to speak. The groaning voice was gone.

And along with the voice, there was also the momentum on the body of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai, and the calm in the Jinluan Hall was restored again, and the hand held by the Holy Lord Lin Mubai finally slowly let go.

He didn't try to draw his sword again, and likewise, he didn't say anything to stop General Kim from drawing it. He just sat quietly on the dragon chair, his expression flat, as if waiting for something.

Zuo Xiangyu Yiping looked at the expression on the face of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai, and his heart moved, and faintly, he probably guessed the thoughts of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai.

As the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Holy Lord Lin Mubai's eyes are looking at the world, and this sword can revive the national prestige of the Great Xia Dynasty, but he has already recognized the master.

In order to forcibly seize a sword that recognizes the lord, and fall into the name of an imperial bandit, he even had to kill an extremely dazzling young genius of the Great Xia Dynasty.

After all, it is not a holy act.

Therefore, he gave up and gave up the act of seizing the sword, so the ending of this matter was already doomed, but this ending was an ending that Zuo Xiangyu Yiping had not thought of.

It was also an ending that the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty did not expect.

And now......

The saint Lin Mubai also needs a step, a step that can maintain the majesty of the emperor, a step that can convince all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

Of course, Zuo Xiangyu Yiping can act as this step, but if he does so, it is tantamount to throwing his face at Fang Zheng's feet and letting him trample on it......

Lose face.

Zuo Xiangyu Yiping guessed the holy will of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai, but he couldn't do it, so after weighing it for a while, he finally chose to remain silent.

Among the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, of course, there is no shortage of smart people, and they can also guess the thoughts of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai at the moment, but it is the same as Zuo Xiangyu Yiping.

It is very difficult for them to succumb to the hands of a commoner who is only fifteen years old and has not yet entered the court.

The Golden Luan Hall suddenly became quiet at this moment, and the silence was a little weird.

Yan Xiu and Xing Qing didn't speak, Fang Zhengzhi also didn't speak, and of course no one spoke among the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, so only General Jin gasped and made a sound from time to time.

"Up!"

"Ahh

"Up!"

"Get up for General Ben!"

“......”

It seems to be a stalemate, and in the midst of this stalemate, there is another person standing in front of the dragon chair, she is Binh Duong, a Pingyang with an excited face.

"Come on, General Kim!"

The crisp voice echoed in the Jinluan Palace, with the innocence of not thinking much of a big deal when watching the excitement, which made General Jin's body tremble again, and he almost fell to the ground.

And at this moment, a soft coughing sound suddenly sounded outside the hall.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared at the door of the Jinluan Palace, it was an old man who was nearly eighty years old, his hair was already a little gray, his cheeks looked a little thin, and his eyes looked a little cloudy, but the silver court dress embroidered with a dragon on his body made everyone dare not have a trace of disrespect for him.

"Prince Li?!"

After seeing the old man, the civil and military officials were obviously stunned for a moment, and then, they all showed shocked expressions.

Prince Li, the emperor's uncle of the current saint.

This is an old man who is almost dying, but no one can ignore his presence.

He didn't ask about the government, but he was in charge of the military of the previous generation, and he stood firmly behind the first emperor in the struggle for the throne of the previous generation, and won the throne for the first emperor with his supreme military exploits in the southern and northern expeditions.

This kind of wisdom and foresight was once a good story.

However, what is incomprehensible is that after the first emperor inherited the throne, the prince, who had made great efforts in the struggle for the throne, announced his withdrawal from the court and took the initiative to hand over the military power.

Since then, he has been locked up in the house to raise flowers, walk birds, and live a leisurely life.

If Mengtian, the Holy God of War, is a legendary figure of the Great Xia Dynasty, then the Prince Li in front of him is a living fossil in the military world of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Prince Li is in the court?!"

The courtiers, you look at me, I look at you, and I can't understand what is going on, until they see a woman following Prince Li.

It was a woman in a long pink dress, a purple belt embroidered with gold thread was tied around the woman's waist, showing the woman's delicate curves, and on the long skirt, there was a Peng bird embroidered with silver thread, a Peng bird with wings ready to fly, and the Peng bird's eyes were inlaid with a bright golden pearl.

A faint brilliance overflowed from the pearl, like a star.

And on the top of the woman's head, there is also a jade-inlaid gold hairpin, which is also the style of a Peng bird, exquisite, with flat wings, and a momentum overlooking the world.

The woman's expression looked calm, but her eyes were as bright as stars, with a world-class fragrance.

She quietly followed Prince Li's side without saying a word, but all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty subconsciously focused their eyes on her.

Because......

She is the proud daughter of the heavens of the Great Xia Dynasty, the daughter of the Shenhou Mansion, the lord of the dynasty, and the top of the Shuanglong list, Chi Guyan.

"The old minister sees the emperor!" Prince Li stepped into the Jinluan Palace, but he did not leave again, but bowed directly in front of the palace gate.

"Uncle Huang, please get up!" Lin Mubai, the saint who was sitting on the dragon chair, saw that the old man wanted to kneel, and hurriedly stood up from the dragon chair, holding his hands in the void.

Prince Li, who was about to kneel, was stunned, and then he also stood up straight again, but he did not enter the hall, but kept standing at the door of the hall, like an old stone sculpture.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"I don't know what is the important matter for Uncle Huang and Guyan to come to see me together?" When the Holy Lord Lin Mubai saw Chi Guyan, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"The weather has not been very good in the past few days, and I was in a panic in the house, and I happened to come to see me, an old man, so I came out for a walk, but I didn't expect this walk, and I came to the Jinluan Palace, but it disturbed the emperor to deal with political affairs. There was a kind of old age in Prince Li's voice, as if he might be blown down by the wind at any moment.

"What did Uncle Huang say, it's not too late to talk about political affairs another day, Uncle Huang entered the palace today, I can accompany Uncle Huang to sit in the imperial garden now?"

"The emperor is kind, the old minister understands it, but the emperor should still focus on political affairs first, anyway, the old minister is also an idle person, there is a lot of time, it doesn't matter if you wait. When Prince Li said this, a pair of cloudy eyes also looked at the traceless sword in the hall that was being held by General Jin's hands. (To be continued.) )