Grand Master's Mansion.

Master Xiao was wearing a black cotton robe and leaning against a big chair in the room. He was stunned at the sword hanging on the wall. His face was very ugly and pale. His dry right hand, which was on the handle of the chair, was even shaking slightly.

It was late at night, but he had no sleepiness at all.

Just looking at the sword like this, I don’t know how long it took, Master Xiao sighed and murmured to himself: “Yu'er, do you still remember this sword? When you were young, you asked for this Qingtian sword from your father. At that time, Mr. Xu told you that one day, Mr. Xu felt that the time was right, and he would hand it over to you…!”

He stopped talking, his old body curled up in the chair, like a poor old man who was about to die, so old and helpless.

The oil lamps in the house twisted, projecting his shadow onto the wall, twisting and squeezing.

"I have figured it out for my father now. As long as you come back, I will hand it over to you." Master Xiao's voice trembled slightly: "You haven't been back for a long time, I miss you for my father..."

The old man's voice was very soft, as if he was whispering in a sleep, and seemed to be crying quietly.

The sound of the door pushing sounded clearly. The old man did not turn his head and was still looking at the sword quietly. But he knew very well that there was no one else who came here at this time except Xiao Lingzhi.

Xiao Lingzhi came in with a porcelain jar as usual and entered the inner room. She saw the old teacher huddled in the chair like a child. A trace of sadness flashed through her eyes. She walked to the side gently, poured a bowl of soup, carefully held it over, and presented it to Master Xiao.

Master Xiao finally raised his head and looked at the cold and beautiful girl in front of him, showing a kind smile. He took the soup bowl and did not drink the soup immediately. Instead, he gently placed it on the small table next to him. Then he turned his eyes to the sword again and asked softly: "Lingzhi, you have seen this sword many times, do you know what kind of sword it is?"

Xiao Lingzhi turned her head and looked at the sword with beautiful eyes.

In fact, the sword looks nothing special. Its shape is very simple and looks quite old, but it is clean and clean without any rust.

"Lingzhi doesn't know." Xiao Lingzhi said softly: "But Lingzhi thinks that this sword must be very important, otherwise grandpa would not hang it in his master bedroom. Moreover, this sword looks like it has been a long time, but it is very clean. Grandpa must have wiped it from time to time..."

Master Xiao smiled and nodded, "You child, you are talented and intelligent, and you can see through many things at a glance." He looked at the sword with a look of awe and said slowly, "This sword is called the Qingtian Sword, which is the sword that my ancestor Xiao family followed His Majesty Yan Wu to fight south and north. When His Majesty Yan Wu raised an army to rebel and recruited all the heroes, my ancestor Xiao Gong pulled out this sword and raised his troops from the dragon. The sword drank countless blood...!"

Xiao Lingzhi's figure is graceful, like a daffodil blooming quietly, listening carefully beside her.

"From Mr. Xiao, this sword has become the sword of the head of my Xiao clan." Master Xiao turned his head to look at Xiao Lingzhi, "The Qingtian Sword has been treasured by my Xiao clan for a hundred years."

Xiao Lingzhi suddenly realized and said with a slight slight note: "So that's it."

Master Xiao sighed and said, "I have reached my age and know that the position of the head of the family will be passed on."

Xiao Lingzhi didn't say anything.

"According to the rules, this sword should have been passed on to your adoptive father." Master Xiao said slowly: "But the leader of a clan is related to the rise and fall of a clan, and he has to be careful. Your adoptive father is arrogant, ignorant, irritable, and arrogant. He cannot be respected by the top and the bottom of the clan, and there is no great talent to gather my Xiao clan. He is really not someone who can take on great responsibilities..."

Xiao Lingzhi's eyes were slightly surprised.

She was not surprised that Master Xiao would have the intention of passing on the head of the family. With Xiao Huaijin's ability and character, she was indeed not a suitable candidate for the head of the family. She was just surprised that for such a major issue of choosing the head of the family, Master Xiao unexpectedly mentioned it to her at this time.

But she still seemed very quiet and listened quietly.

"Actually, everyone in the clan understands that the real candidate for the head of the family is Yu'er, who is far away from the border, your second uncle!" Master Xiao said softly: "Many years ago, I made up my mind that the future of the Xiao family would be entrusted to him."

Xiao Lingzhi didn't know what to say, but Grand Master Xiao smiled and said, "Lingzhi, sit down first and talk to grandpa."

Xiao Lingzhi nodded and sat down on the chair next to her.

Master Xiao was silent for a moment and said softly: "This time, do you know who led the army back to Beijing..."

"The people in the capital have been talking about this for the past few days." Xiao Lingzhi looked a little unnatural: "Yes... it's Han Mo!"

Master Xiao nodded slightly: "Yes, it's Han Mo." His eyes suddenly became sharp: "But behind this matter, there is a huge problem. Do you understand?"

Xiao Lingzhi frowned slightly, and was silent for a moment before saying, "What do grandpa mean?"

"Han Mo went to the northwest this time to protect His Highness the Crown Prince to inspect the border and bring shock to the people of Wei." Grand Master Xiao said slowly: "But when he returned to Beijing to serve the king, Han Mo led his troops. Of course, there was a big problem in the middle!"

...

"Grandpa's meaning, does it mean that something happened in the border?" Xiao Lingzhi asked with a frown.

Mr. Xiao was trembling with one hand, but tried his best to calm himself down, nodding and said, "If there is no change, even if Huaiyu is the one who led the troops back, it should be the prince. No matter what, it would be Han Mo. Han Mo has no influence in the Northwest Army, but this time when he came back, the Northwest Army obeyed his military orders. It was incredible...!" His face seemed to have become ten years older in an instant, and the expression in his eyes was the kind of fear and even begging that could never be revealed in front of outsiders. Although his voice tried his best to remain calm, he could not hide the trembling voice: "Lingzhi, do you think... something happened to him?"

He looked at Xiao Lingzhi like a pitiful but hungry old man staring at a girl holding a steamed bun in her hand, his eyes full of begging.

Seeing Master Xiao’s helpless eyes, Xiao Lingzhi felt sad and said in a very affirmative tone: “Grandpa, nothing can happen to my second uncle. He is a famous general in the ten directions, a peak martial arts powerhouse. He has 100,000 Northwest Army under his command, and is loyal. No one in the world can hurt him.”

Hearing this answer, Master Xiao showed surprise on his face and grabbed Xiao Lingzhi's jade arm with one hand, "Lingzhi, do you really think so? You are extremely intelligent and your words must be reasonable. Do you really think your second uncle is safe and sound?"

Xiao Lingzhi felt that Master Xiao was very strong in this grab, and her jade arm felt a little painful, and her eyebrows were frowned, but she nodded and said, "Grandpa, don't worry, my second uncle will be fine."

Master Xiao was like a person who fell into the water and caught a life-saving straw, full of joy. He soon found that he had lost his composure. He quickly let go and said softly: "Lingzhi, you...!"

Xiao Lingzhi smiled and said, "Lingzhi is fine."

Mr. Xiao seemed to have improved a lot because of Xiao Lingzhi's words. He stood up, carried his hands in the house, paced back and forth, muttering to himself: "No, Huaiyu is both civil and military, and there are thousands of soldiers under his command. Moreover, he is extremely cautious. No one can hurt him... Yes, no one can hurt him... Yes, no one can hurt him...!" He walked back and forth dozens of times, repeating his mouth, without knowing it. After a long time, he stopped suddenly, frowned, and was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Since that's the case, why is Han Mo the one who led the troops back this time? Where is Huaiyu? Where is the prince?"

Xiao Huaiyu is his son. Although the prince is a royal family, he is now his grandson-in-law. There is no news about these two people. He is naturally in the northwest, but to this day, there is no definite news to tell the whereabouts of the two.

He returned to his seat, thought for a moment, and looked cold in his eyes, and said softly: "Is Han Mo leading the troops back to Beijing related to the prince?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to forget that Xiao Lingzhi was by his side for a moment, muttering to himself: "Su Yuting has a lot to do with the prince in secret, and has been together in recent years. The prince went to the border, Su Yuting raised an army in the capital, and the prince's volcanic camp also caused chaos... This turmoil in the capital is definitely unrelated to the prince. The prince went to the northwest, and now he thinks, he must have another intention? What do he want to do? How did Han Mo obtain military power? The military power has always been in Huaiyu's hands. Without Huaiyu's permission, Han Mo could not obtain military power in the northwest, and the Northwest Army could not obey Han Mo's military orders. Could it be that Han Mo's military power was given by Huaiyu? Why did Huaiyu give the military power to that kid...!"

He had a strong confidence in his son. Although he had long felt that the prince was going to the border to attack Xiao Huaiyu, in the heart of the Grand Master, the prince and Xiao Huaiyu were definitely not the same opponents. Although they were considered to be one king and one minister, the crown prince was like an ant and could never take any advantage on Xiao Huaiyu who was like a tiger.

It is precisely because of this that he really couldn't figure out what kind of changes had happened in the northwest. It was because he didn't expect Xiao Huaiyu to be carefully plotted against by others that many things were difficult to explain in his opinion.

He had full confidence in Xiao Huaiyu, but deep down he felt deeply uneasy. The uneasiness began when the rebels imprisoned him, until now, not only did it not weaken, but it became stronger and stronger.

The rebellion of the Su family made Taishi Xiao realize a very cruel reality. The premise for them to have the courage to rebel was that Xiao Huaiyu would lose his military power. Otherwise, Xiao Huaiyu would have 100,000 elite soldiers, and the Su family would not dare to move.
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