As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

What does that mean?

The voice of the Xiliang Sword Saint was not loud, but everyone in the hall was in turmoil, and people looked at the Xuezhai monk on the side of the chair. Even the emperor, who had been serving as an ornament on the dragon chair, leaned out in amazement.

Look at the man who was standing silently.

Or rather, monk.

Second prince?

This turn of events was beyond everyone's expectations, and the Jinshi who had dealt with and even fought with this monk were stunned.

The monks standing by the chairs were no strangers.

They knew that he was Yayuan of Shanzhou, the younger brother of the sixteenth generation of Zen sons, and a monk who looked like a high monk at first glance and was indeed a high monk.

But no one thought that he would be called His Royal Highness by the Xiliang Sword Saint.

Monk Xuezhai has been standing there for a long time, in the light of the sixteenth generation of Zen people, not in the slightest notice.

Facing the shocking question of the Xiliang Sword Saint, the white-robed monk in the washed robe was still expressionless.

The Xiliang Sword Saint didn't speak again, just stared at him quietly.

There was silence all around, and there was an undercurrent in the air.

Although people were shocked, they all knew that it was impossible for the Xiliang Sword Saint to arrest a random person and call him His Highness.

That's the Xiliang Sword Saint, that's the Great Grandmaster.

The words of the Xiliang Sword Saint are equivalent to finalizing the identity of the nameless monk.

The eyes of Duan Lizheng beside Zhu Luan and the Huizhou teenagers further away were all wide, but she looked sideways slightly and looked at the man on the other side.

The man's expression could not be seen under the mask, but she believed that he would want to stand in front of her junior brother if she could.

Just like when his junior brother stood in front of him to protect him.

Song Huaizhu clenched his fists beside him, looked at Xue Zhai who was standing alone on the side of the chair, and the next moment he took a deep breath and was about to step forward, when the cold voice of the person came from the high platform.

"Here, the poor monk is nothing."

Staring at the eyes of the Xiliang Sword Saint who were chasing after him, Monk Xuezhai spoke lightly.

This is not the tone of the Xuezhai monk that Zhu Luan is familiar with.

His voice was calm, and he no longer had that sense of compassion.

But that may be his true voice at this time. Although it is very deep, Zhu Luan can hear the sadness hidden in it. This is the voice of someone who has just lost his father, and his brother may even be in prison.

This sentence is a denial, but it is also a confirmation.

"His Highness is indeed nothing here," Xiliang Sword Saint stared into his eyes, "but as long as he returns to the country, His Highness will naturally be able to return to his place." ”

There was a commotion in the main hall, and this sentence was equivalent to completely revealing the identity of the two princes of Xuezhai and Shangxi Liang.

I see.

Zhu Luan stared at the vast eyes of the Xuezhai monk on the high platform, as vast as the sea of stars, and was stunned for a moment.

I see.

It turned out that this was the method that the man had found.

The previous generation of Xiliang King found a way to let his child live healthy and long.

That method is to leave the Xiliang royal family.

Zhu Luan looked at the white-faced monk with a wash and a white-faced monk with a ring scar on his head, and saw a charm similar to his father's in his gaze.

When Zhu Luan was still Princess Yingluan, she did hear that King Xiliang actually had two sons-in-law.

But it is said that the youngest son of King Xiliang was in worse health than the eldest son, and he almost died at birth, and disappeared from the Xiliang royal family after the full moon.

Many people speculate that the child died young, according to the tradition of Middle-earth, a child less than a year old is not buried after death, and it is impossible for the King of Xiliang to publicize such a thing. The youngest son of King Xiliang disappeared silently.

But now Zhu Luan understands that the youngest son of King Xiliang did not die young.

But after he was born, he was sent to Fanyin Temple by King Xiliang.

The abbot of Fanyin Temple, Guanhai monk, is known to the world, and Zhu Luan doesn't know whether King Xiliang only planned to ask Guanhai to treat his youngest son at the beginning, or if he found out that the child could grow up healthy without the Xiliang royal family.

But in short, when the world didn't find out, the second prince of Xiliang became a monk of Xuezhai in this way.

Zhu Luan closed his eyes, and the scene of the Xiliang nobleman sitting respectfully in front of the Xuezhai monk in the Yan Mansion of Gusu City appeared in front of him.

She guessed something at that time.

Now, everything has finally come together.

Zhu Luan raised his head and looked at the young monk who was already very white, but at this time his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his heart was mixed.

The King of Xiliang may have hidden many people, but it is impossible to hide from the Xiliang Sword Saint.

Zhu Luan suspected that the King of Xiliang had reached an agreement with the Xiliang Sword Saint and the Guanhai Monk when he was alive, and there was probably also an agreement between the Xiliang Sword Pavilion and the Fanyin Temple.

Just as Dugu Jian knew Song Huaizhu's identity from the beginning, but it has never been revealed, if it were not for Mu Qinghe's divine stroke, the identity of the monk Xuezhai might never be revealed.

But at this time, the identity of the monk Xuezhai was revealed, and the intention of the Xiliang Sword Saint was revealed.

"The second prince of Emperor Xiliang...... Sang Yu said in a low voice, "I see." ”

"I didn't expect this person to have this layer of identity." Sang Yu looked at Xuezhai beside the chair expressionlessly.

But the next moment, his gaze turned to Song Huaizhu on the other side.

"What is the attitude of Fanyin Temple on this matter?"

Here it comes.

Zhu Luan's fingers moved slightly, and he finally asked about Fanyin Temple.

The dual identity of the Xuezhai monk not only involves the Xiliang royal family, but also involves the Fanyin Temple.

As long as anyone with eyes can see that Monk Xuezhai has a great relationship with Song Huaizhu, and he is by no means an ordinary disciple of Fanyin Temple.

Zhu Luan looked at Song Huaizhu, and was slightly stunned the next moment.

The originally tumultuous hall also fell silent for a moment.

Because Song Huaizhu took off his mask.

The coercion belonging to the grandmaster spread in the Hanyuan Palace, although it was not as good as the great grandmaster, but it was sharper and clearer, representing the power that belonged to the Fanyin Temple.

The eyes of the two great masters on the high platform moved slightly.

Zhu Luan lowered his head slightly.

At this time, Song Huaizhu was already the sixteenth generation of Zen.

"Fanyin Temple does not interfere in secular battles." Song Huaizhu said lightly, "And my junior brother has also expressed his attitude." ”

Song Huaizhu and Monk Xuezhai glanced at each other, looked at Xiliang Sword Saint and Sang Yu and said coldly.

"There's no point in talking about it here."

It really doesn't make any sense, Zhu Luan said in his heart.

The reason why the monk Xuezhai said that he is nothing here is because of the identity of the second prince of Xiliang, as long as the monk Xuezhai is still in the Great Zhou, it has no meaning.

The identity of the Xiliang royal family can only play its role in the territory of Xiliang.

It is precisely because of this that this exiled prince has become Mu Qinghe's fish that slipped through the net.

Fish that slipped through the net......

Zhu Luan suddenly shook his whole body and looked at the Xiliang Sword Saint on the high platform.

"Your Highness is aware of it," Xiliang Sword Saint Dugu Jian said quietly.

"You're really nothing here."

"But the old man can lead his disciples to escort His Highness back to the court." The Xiliang Sword Saint slowly spoke with deep meaning.

"Let Your Highness take back what belongs to you."