On the day of the farewell banquet, almost all the aristocratic families in the capital were present, including Master Liaoyuan from Baiye Temple.
Fang Zilan saw Master Yuan from a distance and felt a little strange. After quietly asking Zhuge Yu, she found out that although Persia was not like Dajing and worshiped Buddhism as the state religion, there were also many people worshiping Buddha in the territory. Therefore, the Persia mission wanted to see it. Master Yuan’s style.
Fang Zilan sighed after hearing this. Di Rong's Miagu wanted to see her, and the Persian envoy wanted to see Master Yuan. They really all had their own agendas.
The farewell banquet started soon, and the envoys from all sides sat on separate sides. Fang Zilan suddenly noticed that Murong Qing had also arrived, sitting next to the Persian envoy.
While quietly observing in secret, she took the tea cup on the table and took a sip, forcing down the doubts in her heart.
After drinking for three rounds, Mia Gu stood up, bowed respectfully to Li Shengxuan, and asked to fight Fang Zilan.
Fang Zilan didn't pretend to refuse what was originally agreed upon, and stood up directly and walked to the center of the hall.
Everyone must surrender their weapons before entering the palace, without exception. So Fang Zilan left the plum sword outside, but Miagu took his own sword.
Fang Zilan frowned slightly, and the guard who came up with weapons also looked embarrassed, "Master Fang..."
"Give it to me." Fang Zilan took the sword from the guard without hesitation, "This sword is enough to fight General Miagu."
She said this with great arrogance, and everyone in the palace had different reactions. Everyone in Dajing smiled knowingly, Di Rongzheng's face turned blue, and the Persian envoy looked like he was watching the fun.
"Master Fang, please enlighten me." Miagu spoke a broken Dajing dialect that was not very fluent, and rushed towards Fang Zilan.
Fang Zilan calmly dodged Mia Gu's first menacing move and stabbed out with a backhand sword. The two of them were fighting each other, and it was hard to tell the winner.
Miagu relied on his great strength, his moves were heavy and cruel, and he was extremely violent. Fang Zilan avoided the important and took the easy, and was extremely dexterous. Miagu could not gain much from her hands.
It's just... Fang Zilan's eyes have been glued to Miagu's knife. This knife has a wide blade and a heavy handle. It doesn't look strange, but the pattern on the handle always feels familiar to her, as if she has seen it somewhere.
She was unsettled, so Miagu made a few more moves on her hands. He was tall and strong, pressing forward step by step. In the blink of an eye, Fang Zilan had retreated to the side.
With the corner of her eye, she glanced at Murong Qing, who was a few steps away, and saw that he was still sitting upright, seemingly unaffected.
In order to avoid hurting innocent people, she can no longer retreat, so let's end it. She made up her mind when she saw Murong Qing smile slightly, opening and closing his lips as if he said something.
"Be careful."
Fang Zilan quickly recognized these two words, but it was too late.
In the flash of lightning, Miagu turned the handle of the knife, and the blade retreated halfway, revealing the dark weapon hidden inside.
Fang Zilan took a breath of air, but Miago turned the weapon, and the hidden weapon went straight towards Master Lioyuan on the other side!
"Master, be careful!" As soon as Fang Zilan said these words, someone rushed over like an arrow from a string and blocked Master Yuan.
Everyone's eyes were blurred, and no one saw Fang Zilan's movements clearly. They saw her body flashing, and her whole body resisted most of Miagu's hidden weapons with the force of thunder.
At that moment, voices of contention arose, until Fang Zilan finally remembered where she had seen that pattern. The crossbow made by Master Lu that she gave Shangguan Min before had this pattern on it.
It was actually a weapon made by Master Lu. No wonder it had such an exquisite design. There were so many hidden weapons and they were so dense that even she couldn't knock them all down, but if...
She accidentally caught a glimpse of Master Yuan's calm face and thought of the hideous scar on his right hand. If she couldn't stop him, Master Lioyuan would be even less able to stop him.
Thinking of this, she spat violently, gritted her teeth and used her body to block the last few hidden weapons, and immediately a ball of blood mist exploded on her shoulders. She half-knelt on the ground, barely holding herself up with her sword to prevent herself from falling.
"Master Fang!" Everyone in the hall exclaimed, but Xia Houzhang was the first to react and shouted "Guard you!"
"Miago intends to assassinate. Come here, take him down for me!" Li Shengxuan's voice sounded deep, but before the guards could take action, Miago shouted: "The demon monk is causing harm to the world, and virtue is not worthy of his place. There must be someone." Disaster..."
His Dajing dialect is not fluent, but this sentence seems to have been practiced thousands of times and is extremely proficient. But before he could say the last word, a sword pierced his right arm and was nailed to the pillar of the hall.
Everyone was stunned when they saw Li Shengxuan throw his high-hanging emperor's sword, cutting off Miagu's words.
"You are assassinating an important minister and deceiving the public with your monstrous words." Li Shengxuan said calmly, "Mr. Di Rong, is this the purpose of your trip?"
"It's unjust, Your Majesty!" Di Rong Zhengshi crawled to the ground and knelt in the palace, "I, Di Rong, are loyal to the capital. The heart of loyalty to the capital can be seen from heaven and earth. Who would have thought that Miagu would act like this? He... he... He wants to sow discord between Dajing and Di Rong’s tribe, Your Majesty..."
"Miago, as a general leading the army of Di Rong, harbors evil intentions and plots. How can you make me trust Di Rong's tribe?" Li Shengxuan interrupted him coldly, "The Di Rong envoy was temporarily detained in the post house, and the Ministry of Rites reported to me on my behalf. Di Rong's tribe sent a letter of state to investigate the crime."
Wang Quanrui quickly stood up and responded. Master Lioyuan stepped forward to check Fang Zilan's injury and said softly: "Master Fang, your injury..."
"I'm sensible, it's just a minor injury." Fang Zilan gritted her teeth and endured the pain: "Master, it's fine."
"Amitabha, thank you so much, Lord Fang." Before Master Lioyuan could finish his words, he heard the deputy envoy from the Persian mission opposite stood up and said: "Your Majesty, although Miagu's behavior was wrong, his words were good. Your country is yours. Master Yuan, are you really an eminent monk worthy of being the abbot of Baiye Temple?"
Neither Fang Zilan nor Master Liaoyuan expected that the Persian envoy would suddenly attack. They looked over at the same time, only to see that the Persian envoy was shocked and kept winking to the Persian deputy envoy, telling him not to cause trouble at this juncture. .
However, the Persian deputy envoy was indifferent, and Li Shengxuan's face was as dark as water, "It is not the turn of others to criticize an eminent monk in the capital."
"Your Majesty's desire to protect his own shortcomings is understandable, but it is too far-fetched." The Persian deputy envoy showed no fear on his face and said disdainfully: "The Master Yuan I met was nothing more than this, far inferior to our country's Master Nuo'an."
After hearing this, Master Yuan said calmly: "Amitabha, being a distinguished monk is just a title. Since your envoy cares so much, what's the harm in honoring Master Nuo'an as a distinguished monk?"
He spoke in an understatement, which actually made the Persian deputy envoy a little bit out of breath, "Even if it is just a title, there is no need for Master Yuan to give in. Master Nuoan from our country will come soon to discuss Buddhism with Master Yuan. I wonder if Master dares?"
Fang Zilan's expression changed. Now it seemed that Persia and Di Rong's tribe had reached an agreement at some point, and they all came for Master Yuan.
Master Liaoyuan stood upright calmly, straightened the sleeves of his robe slowly, and said with a salute: "Amitabha, discussing principles and preaching is what a poor monk should do. If Master Nuoan comes, the poor monk should welcome him .”
What he said was neither condescending nor arrogant, but it had a natural aura, and his gestures were convincing - if there is really an eminent monk in this world, it must be him.
