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Chapter 162: Pulling the Clouds

In the court, quiet again.

Meng'er's words changed their eyes, and I could feel them.

From the annoying thing before, until now, their eyes have become a little scared and awe-inspired.

"Hahaha..." His Majesty laughed even more on the dragon wings.

It seems that the balance is once again tilting towards us.

I know that the Nine Kings are already so angry that they hate us.

"Hmph, with your words, how can you say that she is a disciple of Fuyun Mountain, let alone a female disciple."

"Oh, why is that the prince sure that the national master is a disciple of Fuyun Mountain? I also said that the national master is not a disciple of Fuyun Mountain. Do you believe it?"

"Hmph, what you, a mountain village man, have the weight of me?" The prince asked me.

If ordinary people heard this, they would probably be trembling, but my relationship with the Nine Kings had long been broken, so there was no need to be afraid.

"Prince, why do you say something is trustworthy, but mine is not trustworthy?"

"I am the prince."

"That's a joke. Does the word integrity have anything to do with identity?"

When I debated with the prince in this court, no one stood up to speak. One was afraid that His Majesty would not dare to say it, and the other was that he might also want to see how the Nine Kings would deal with me.

"Everyone knows in this imperial capital that my words are a promise. And you, I am sorry for your uncle. If it weren't for your title as the imperial teacher, who would have known you, the civil and military officials in the court, the mountain village man!"

"You..." I stopped Shier from getting angry.

"The prince's words are not wrong. I am indeed a mountain villager, but I am a mountain villager. I don't lie. I know that no matter what I say now, you can't believe it. Since that's the case, Meng'er, tell her what is your identity as a disciple of Fuyun Mountain!"

Since the identity of the disciples of Fuyun Mountain cannot be sensible, they can only tell them Meng'er's deeper identity.

"Your Majesty, I have something to ask for."

This is the first time I heard Meng'er claim to be a grass-roots person.

"Just just say it, you are a disciple of Fuyun Mountain, and I can't neglect it."

"Thank you, your Majesty, but I will summon a sword to come out next. Don't be surprised by your Majesty."

"Oh, it's strange to summon it out of thin air. You guys have to look at it carefully. Such a scene is probably rare."

Your Majesty's tone was obviously confirming Meng'er's identity. Although the Nine Kings are still trying to get entangled, it is obvious that Your Majesty has already had an idea in his mind.

The ministers were very tactful and did not dare to say much at this time. The battles within the royal family were originally what they feared. If they were not careful, they would be doomed.

"Hmph, you dare to carry weapons in this court. You are a serious crime. Come on..."

"Enough!" His Majesty finally couldn't listen to the Nine Kings' nonsense.

"Uncle Emperor, you seem to have done too much. You have to stop others from proving their identity as a disciple of Fuyun Mountain. Why, are you worried about something?"

"This... Your Majesty, I'm thinking about your safety. If she attacks later, she will be hurt."

"Don't worry, don't worry; Meng'er, just do it, you don't have to worry about other things."

"yes."

Meng'er made a move with casual hands, and there was a soft force in the hall. I knew it was Meng'er's sword.

"National Master, you should know this sword, right?"

"This...this...this...they's the Yun sword!"

"Wanyun Sword! What a beautiful Wanyun Sword, Meng'er, what's the difference between this sword?" His Majesty said curiously.

Meng'er did not say it herself, but said to the national master:

"National Master, since you recognize this sword, you can tell the meaning of this sword. If you know it, you will tell you, of course, if you say nonsense, there is no need to say the consequences!"

"This... Your Majesty, this Wanyun Sword is the treasure of Fuyun Mountain and the leader of the immortal sword in the world!"

"Immortal...Immortal Sword..."

I heard a sound of gasping in the court. They might not know the concept of the fairy sword, but the word fairy sword has enough deterrent power.

"Oh, the head of the fairy sword; national master, are you sure?" The Nine Kings' voice was very gloomy. If the treasures of Fuyun Mountain were all here, then what else can I question Meng'er's identity?

"Prince, Wan Yun Sword is the leader of the fairy sword in the world. How dare I speak nonsense? Do you know what this Wan Yun Sword represents?"

Hearing the solemn tone of the national master, the prince also panicked: "What does it mean?"

"The Taoist sect has always experienced disciples going down the mountain to eliminate demons and subdue demons. However, the last time the person who took the Wanyun Sword down the mountain was a Taoist priest hundreds of years ago. Now he is the leader of the Fuyun Mountain Taoist sect, Taoist Yunzhen, you should know this, right?"

"I naturally know you. When my father ascended the throne, he took us to Fuyun Mountain to pay homage to this Taoist priest. Why is he not dead yet?" The excited Nine Kings had already forgotten their words.

"Your Majesty, although my master is indifferent to fame and fortune, you may not be able to compare with everything he has done for the world. Please respect my master."

"Uncle Emperor, your words are indeed too much; that Taoist priest is a practitioner of Taoism, and his life span is unknown. Your words hurt my royal face. You should reflect on yourself!"

His Majesty seized this opportunity and scolded the Nine Kings.

The Nine Kings knew that he was in the wrong, and the current situation was no longer beneficial to him. He knew that today's fight was completely lost.

"Since Wanyun Sword is so precious, then Meng'er, your identity is not..." His Majesty said this on purpose. He had figured it out long ago. The reason why he said this was just to remind all the ministers.

"Avoid it, I am indeed the disciple of Master Yun Zhen."

The disciple of the Fuyun Mountain Taoist Sect leader, such an identity has made the entire court dare not speak out any more.

Maybe they were lucky enough to participate in the court dispute, but when it came to Fuyun Mountain, they dared not speak out. It was a holy land in the secular world, and no one wanted to bear an eternal infamy.

"Hahaha, OK, OK, OK!"

Mr. Li smiled very happily. Now with the support of Fuyun Mountain, he knew that his chances of winning had completely fallen to his side.

There are not many things left now, and how to reveal the true face of the national teacher is the real key point next.

The evil spirit matter has not been resolved yet. I whispered to Meng'er, and Meng'er was naturally familiar with it.

"Your Majesty, in fact, there is indeed a sense of hostility in the court that is causing trouble to block the emperor's luck. I will just let me give it aside that hostility."

"Is there really a hostility?" Mr. Li didn't expect it.

"Yes, but that anger is not all today, but has been entrenched in the sky for many days. It seems that someone deliberately wanted to block the emperor's luck; but that man was quite brave, and blocking the emperor's luck would lead to a long life."

"oh?"

I asked Meng'er to stop. Mr. Li is a smart person, and I think he understands it. (To be continued)
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