"The Sword Saint has many identities, the first he was a descendant of a prisoner who was assigned to the frontier, and secondly, he was a death row prisoner who led the border people to try to riot, and his last identity was the Sword Saint, or a puppet - Wanyun, help me make a pot of tea. Wanyun rose in response and walked out of the tent.

"Puppet?" Yuan Zhize's words seemed to make me fall into the clouds, and I didn't know what he meant.

"Don't you understand?" Yuan Zhize got up and paced a few steps behind me, and said slowly: To put it simply, it was a young man who was sent to Yunnan Shibian because of his father's crime, and his family was sent to Yunnan Shibian, he was unwilling to stay in that place where birds don't for the rest of his life, and he recruited a group of people who were sympathetic to the same disease to prepare for a riot, but unfortunately he was discovered by the government, and as the first evil, his family and three clans were escorted to Luoyang and waited for the fate of being beheaded.

However, he was lucky enough to seize an opportunity to atone for his sins, not only delaying his sentence by twenty years, but also sitting in a position that he had not even dared to think of before. Now, Miss Feng understands, right?" Yuan Zhize leaned down lightly and stared at me to the side, with a little more playfulness in his eyes.

"What is the opportunity to atone for your sins? "You're not entirely right, it's a martial arts competition, but it's just a martial arts competition, and it's nowhere near as exciting as you've heard. ”

Yuan Zhize took a sip of the teacup, and showed a pleasant expression on his face: "At that time, I Dacheng several times to conquer the Qiang people were all defeated and returned, and I didn't take advantage of the Xianbei people at all, the sword saint can actually defeat the invincible Xianbei warriors, and he has become a hero in the eyes of the people of Jingshi, so his deeds have been continuously amplified in the process of word of mouth, even to the point of a god." ”

"How many Xianbei warriors did the Sword Master defeat?" I had vaguely felt that the Sword Master's deeds might have some water, so I wasn't too surprised. "That doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that everyone has worshiped him like a god, even if you tell the truth now, others will think that you are pretending to be crazy and stupid. ”

As soon as Yuan Zhize's words fell, Yuan Zhize's exaggerated laughter sounded on the side, and I felt that my face was a little hot: "It's understandable that ordinary people don't know the truth, but how can those martial arts people be deceived?"

"That's why we need to create another competition. "'Making' a martial arts competition? Do you mean that the Sword Saint was fake during the competition in Xianbei?" I was taken aback, and couldn't help but stand up from the chair, looking at Yuan Zhize's affirmative eyes, I knew that the statue of the Sword Saint had collapsed in my heart. Why did you go to battle alone, is it just to better fake?

"Is it worth it for you to put so much effort into putting a criminal on the altar?" After learning the truth, I calmed down, I had learned the tricks of the powerful in books before, and I didn't expect to be met today, and my words were full of contempt for them.

Yuan Zhize was not annoyed, he still had a leisurely and complacent expression: "It's too worthwhile, at that time, I lost the Central Plains Foreign War, and many people pinned their hopes on martial arts, and a group of idlers also shouted all day long to ask the imperial court to open the ban and allow them to freely associate and practice martial arts, with a puppet like the Sword Master to manage that group of idlers, the imperial court does not have to worry about their rebellion." ”

"Is that martial arts cheats also specially concocted by the imperial court in order to let this group of idlers have something to do?" I suddenly realized that since the Sword Saint is fake, then his "Hundred Battles Heart Method" must also be fake, and the cultivators are either dead or injured, which is suspicious to think about, but the motive of the imperial court is also clearly explained: let the people in the martial arts restrain each other in order to compete for this secret book that claims to make people the strongest, so that they can profit from it.

But to my surprise, that secret book has nothing to do with the government, according to Yuan Zhize, the "Hundred Battles Heart Method" was passed on to him by the master of the Sword Saint back then, but he himself did not understand the mystery of it, and the Sword Saint also wanted to keep this martial arts secret book from being lost, so he created the annual posterity conference.

In order to show respect for martial arts, the imperial court naturally strongly supported it, and the imperial court also established a dark line of contact with intelligence personnel in the far Western Regions through this martial arts competition. As for the serious consequences caused by the cultivation of this martial art, it was something that the Sword Saint himself had never expected.

"I heard that the old man had written to his father many times, asking for the cancellation of this martial arts conference, but my father just didn't agree, but he didn't know the reason why the court insisted on holding the martial arts conference until he died. Listening to Yuan Zhiyu's words, Yuan Zhize nodded slightly.

"If I were him, I'd die of depression. Wanyun listened to the story quietly on the side, and sighed with emotion on her cheeks, why don't I think so, living a life of being monitored all day long, without freedom, at the mercy of others, and even having no right to ask what the purpose of what I am doing, what is the meaning of living in such a life?

"He died of depression. Yuan Zhize also seemed to be infected by our feelings, sighed and said: "I heard that the reason why he is willing to be a puppet of the imperial court is to protect his family from the torture of punishment, so he has been working very hard to serve the imperial court. ”

"What stupid thing did he do?" I chuckled in my heart, could it be that the sword saint tried to gather a crowd to rebel again?" "I know this," Yuan Zhiyu took over the conversation: "The imperial court explicitly forbade him to compete with others, and he was worried that he would be exposed, and the old man had always complied with it well, who knew that time he didn't know how to get on the bar with a young man, and he had to try it, but he not only lost the competition, but also put on his own secret book, which was known to everyone in the world, and there were many discussions, in order to prevent the matter from being revealed, his father gave him an edict to commit suicide." ”

I gasped, and Wanyun was also quite frightened, and stared at Yuan Zhiyu with her hands over her mouth. The two brothers seemed to be accustomed to this kind of thing, and still acted like they were chatting as usual.

"That's good, it's a big funeral, and he retains his name as a sword saint until he dies. "That is, it should have been a capital crime, not only after twenty years of glorious days, but also after death, he could be buried on the side of the emperor, which is already a great thing for a condemned prisoner." ”