Outside a temple that has been abandoned for many years in the western suburbs of Kyoto, knee-length weeds are overgrown. There is only a bare narrow path leading to the inside of the temple, which is particularly abrupt and inconsistent.

The wind chimes hanging under the eaves jingled. In the empty night, it was as ethereal as if it was coming from the distance, but it seemed to be ringing in my ears.

The handle of the knife turned in his hand, and the reflected light shone gloomy everywhere.

"If I hadn't paid much attention, how could Master, he, have imagined that his once talented junior brother would have fallen to this point?" Wuyou, who held his sword tightly, glanced at the person standing in the corner.

"Senior brother is here!" Wuying seemed to have arrived without any worry. He took out two flints from his waist and skillfully rubbed the sparks.

The sparks of his fingertips reflected the cold face as if standing thousands of feet high, and his face was rarely soft: "This is a temple. People come here to ask for Buddha's blessing during the day, and ghosts come here to ask for crossing at night."

With a bang, flames rushed up from the ground, not only did not emit any warmth, but the atmosphere became even more tense.

Wuyou asked sternly, "Are you scaring me?"

Wuying sat on the ground next to the fire, glanced sideways, but did not stare at Wuyou: "I didn't scare you, it's just the simplest and easy-to-understand truth. Ghosts gather, and the yin energy will naturally flourish, so let's roast the fire."

"It's my senior brother, after so many years, you still can't change the old habit of being scared by the ghost." Wuying patted the open space beside him: "The killer should be impeccable."

Wuyou pulled out the sharp sword in his hand, and the cold metal pressed against Wuying's neck: "If you die, I will naturally be invincible."

Wuying used a finger to push away the sword that was put on his neck: "But Brother, your flaws are not just that."

The sharp sword returned to the sheath, and Wuyou finally sat on the side: "What do you mean?"

"A killer, the palm of the sword holding the palm should always be kept dry." Wuying looked at his fellow senior brother: "It's your business that the master doesn't like you. From beginning to end, it has nothing to do with me."

Wuyou lowered his head and was silent for a while: "You may be right. But you and me are born enemies, aren't they?"

Are they born enemies? In Wuying's opinion, no one will be born enemies, nor will they be born close to each other. More, aren't they strangers?

"Since you want to do things for the court, you probably don't have to care about my life or death. Let's go." Wuying changed the subject.

When I stood up again, there was a snap of my finger in my cuffs, and all the flames were extinguished, and only the subtle sparks were floating in the air scatteredly.

"Junior brother, you know." Wuyou couldn't help but sigh in pleasure: "What I thought was not to want you to die."

Wuying did not look back, nor did he stop. As before, he sat in a place behind the Buddha statue and put his clothes on an open space made of weeds.

Wuyou wiped his sweat-moistened palms at the corner of his clothes. As Wuying said, he had too many flaws.

It is indeed not worthy of being a shadowless opponent.

"One day, I hope you and I can compete with each other." Wuyou took a deep breath: "It's also good for Master Youzhi."

In a few days, it will be the day when the Secret Guard is truly established. Today, I wanted to make a break from the past. However, things didn't go as expected.

Although God cannot achieve the wishes of others, the emperor's every move is closely related to the world.

"If I have you two right-hand men, I will be able to keep the country safe." Mingye patted the shoulders of the two on both sides to show trust.

Su Yunqi returned to Jing for a long time, but he kept the habit of military generals.

He clasped his fists and smiled: "I dare not take credit, and the secret guards have to thank Brother Jue for their help."

Ling Jue raised his eyebrows and completely ignored it before His Majesty: "The Major General's words are to break Ling Jue. Since you can enter the formation and kill the enemy, you can climb over the wall and enter the room. Ling Jue dare not take the credit."

"Okay, no matter what misunderstandings you have." Mingye didn't want the newly promoted right-hand man to fight for any unnecessary misunderstandings: "I ordered you to work together to train secret guards from now on. In one month, I will personally accept the results."

"Yes." The conflict between Ling Jue and Su Yunqi was finally suppressed forcibly.

Ling Jue looked at Mingye's departure back and always felt that he had missed something, but he just couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Your Majesty!" Ling Jue quickly walked forward and blocked Ming Ye's way: "Ling Jue has something to report."

"What's the matter? But it's okay." Speaking of which, the brother and sister of Ling Jue grew up in love, so Mingye was extremely tolerant and patient with Ling Jue.

Ling Jue rarely showed an awkward expression, because he forgot what it was, it was difficult to say it out loud.

His face was cramped, and he fell into Mingye's eyes, forcing His Majesty to begin to reflect on whether there was something wrong with his order.

"Yu Jue, I'm really confused." Yu Jue was the nickname Mingye gave to Ling Jue. Since he ascended the throne and became emperor, he rarely called Ling Jue like this.

Ling Jue knew that he was guilty, and because His Majesty called him this, he thought about it and said that silence was gold as the best response plan at the moment.

Mingye pinched his shoulders: "In less than half a month, it will be the day when your Ling family returns to their ancestral home to worship their ancestors. My order is indeed inhumane."

Ling Jue was ashamed and blushed as if he was about to drip blood. He was just thinking about how to make the guy who bullied his sister not come to Taiwan before His Majesty, and how could he forget all the clan affairs such as worshiping ancestors.

Su Yunqi had not left yet. Although he was far away at this time, it was obvious that Mingye's eyes were still looking at him.

Unexpectedly, Ling Jue could really make trouble. He didn't know what he said to His Majesty.

He walked quickly, but his face was as usual: "Your Majesty." But his heart was full of bulging.

"Major General, the Ling family is going to go back to their ancestral home to worship their ancestors, and the burden of the secret guard depends on you alone." Mingye smiled meaningfully.

This matter was a good opportunity. He happened to see how strong the major general of the Su family was.

Didn’t you say you grew up practicing martial arts in northern Xinjiang since childhood? Didn’t you say you were not old but quite prestigious?

If his strength is not good, how could he feel at ease to hand over the guards of the rivers and mountains to a stinky boy?

Su Yunqi, who was worried, breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Ling Jue deliberately exposed him to break into Ling Yue's garden.

Unexpectedly, it was this: "Don't worry, your Majesty, Yunqi will definitely live up to his high expectations."

"Then, I'll wait and see." Mingye admired Su Yunqi's boldness very much.

This kind of boldness is different from the disdain of those who bully the weak and fear the strong when he was a prince in the past.

It is even more different from that after he ascended the throne, everyone responded carefully and did things, as if they really responded to the saying "Accompanying the king is like a tiger."

However, in private, after getting off the court and going home and closing the door, maybe others think of him.

It is more comfortable to have an open and honest way between the king and the minister. And Su Yunqi is such a minister.
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