I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Under the mask was a thin and handsome face. The years had made it a little more weathered, but it couldn't hide the noble aura that was different from the common people off the stage.

Because they were too far away, Luo Qianhuai couldn't see the other person's appearance with his own eyesight, but it was different for Mr. Mo. With his strong internal strength, he could see the man's eyebrows and eyes, especially the narrow and long phoenix eyes, which were almost exactly the same as his own.

Back then, my grandfather was forced to commit suicide, and his body had already rotted when it was transported back to Xijing, so his face could not be identified. It was only based on his clothes and body features, plus Jiang Cheng's personal testimony, that his identity was confirmed. Strictly speaking, there is indeed a certain possibility that he can be resurrected from the dead.

But since he was still alive, how could he bear to watch his wife, children and grandchildren being stabbed? Why did he disappear for so many years and only reappear now?

At this moment, Mr. Mo's mind was in a rare state of confusion. All the possible calculations from the Shangguan family and the Jiang family were thrown out of his mind, including the possible consequences of this person seeing the light of day again.

After a brief pause, the heroes did not kneel down and kowtow as Guan Wentian had expected.

In fact, none of them had ever seen the late crown prince, but they admired him so much because of word of mouth from their predecessors.

Someone immediately asked, "I have heard for a long time that the former prince is a real dragon born into the world, with cloud patterns on his palms. Can we see them for ourselves?"

This is to distinguish the true from the false. Guan Wentian bowed solemnly to the middle-aged man: "Your Highness, the heroes have made this request, which is a sign of their care for Your Highness. I hope you will follow the will of the people and allow them to see it."

"Yes." The middle-aged man opened his thin lips and said lightly, raising his left palm high towards the bottom of the ring.

Under the sunlight, several curly cloud patterns appeared in the man's palm. In comparison, the normal palm lines were faint and difficult to distinguish.

"It really is a cloud pattern!"

"There is no mistake, this person is really the late Crown Prince!"

"Your Highness is handsome and majestic, and you will be impressed at first sight!"

"I never thought that in my lifetime, I would be able to meet His Highness and even have the opportunity to follow him!"

The discussion gradually faded away. Because everyone on the viewing platform had stood up and filed onto the stage. Under the leadership of Gu Yilong, they knelt down in unison and shouted:

"Your Highness, I, the commander of the Dark Dragon Guard, Gu Yilong, lead the heroes of Dayu to welcome your Highness back to the country! Now that the false emperor is in power, the country is in ruins. Please lead us back to Xijing, clean up the palace, overthrow the false emperor, and restore peace to the country!"

As he spoke, Gu Yillong had already put himself in the position of the leader of the martial arts world, representing all the people in the martial arts world.

In this atmosphere, the crowd below the stage did not raise any objections. They immediately knelt down in a large group, shouting in a disorderly manner: "Your Highness, please lead us back to Xijing and Yanqingheshan!"

The former crown prince on the stage raised his head and looked directly at the beautiful sun that was about to reach his head. The sun was bright and dazzling, and a layer of golden light was set on his face and body, making him look like a god.

Seeing this scene, several older martial artists who were still skeptical also knelt down silently.

In the entire venue, the only people still standing, besides the former Crown Prince, were Master Mo and Luo Qianhuai.

Cheng Fu, who had been following Master Mo and considered himself his disciple, fell to the ground, tugging at the hem of Master Mo's robe, and whispered, "Master Mo, Master Mo, please bow quickly, what are you waiting for?"

In fact, Master Mo's face became even more dazed when he saw the cloud pattern. Of course, he knew about the cloud pattern, and he knew that it was not a gift from heaven. It was because his grandfather climbed a tree when he was young and accidentally fell into the lake. He was injured by the strange rocks on the lakeside. After he recovered, he was left with a scar that looked like a cloud pattern. Under the deliberate arrangement of the Queen Wei at that time, it was widely spread among the people.

Wei Cang had once drawn that cloud pattern for him to see, and it was exactly the same as the one on this person’s palm. So could the person in the field really be his grandfather, the late Crown Prince Yu Heng himself?

This trance did not last long, until the people on the viewing platform loudly recited those words that were heretical and tantamount to treason.

Just like a ladle of water mixed with crushed ice poured directly onto the top of Mr. Mo's head, his confused brain suddenly calmed down.

This calmness made me sweat profusely.

If he could successfully break through Dayu's million-strong regular army and return to Xijing with the help of these gangsters, he would have done so long ago. Why wait until now?

The case of Prince Li's rebellion during the Zhenghe period was a foregone conclusion. No matter how much sympathy the common people and the knights had for each other, it was meaningless.

If the person on the stage is really his grandfather, he might not be unaware of this.

If he really wanted to start a rebellion, he should not have chosen such an occasion, having been taught by the late emperor for many years, to reveal his cards in front of the wandering knights from all over the world.

Although the individual fighting strength of the rangers is not bad, they are nothing compared to Dayu's battle-hardened and highly disciplined army.

If there is any real advantage, it is that the news of the rangers spreads much faster than that of ordinary people.

I think within a day, what happened today will be spread all over the world through various channels.

If the king is not secretive, his ministers will lose their integrity; if their ministers are not secretive, they will lose their virginity.

By then, the knights from all over the world will gather together for the so-called justice of the world, fight against the government, and then be ruthlessly suppressed, without any chance of success.

At that time, his grandfather will turn from a fake ghost into a real ghost, and the people who died with him, including himself.

Thinking of this, Mr. Mo's heart turned cold.

He already understood where Shangguan Jin's killer move was going to land.

It doesn’t matter whether Yu Heng is real or fake. What matters is that he is not in Xijing, but this news can be passed back.

By then, Yu Lun would be furious and would naturally send troops to quell the rebellion and crush himself and the newly established Zhengguansi into pieces, without any thought about whether he was truly loyal to Yu Heng.

Or perhaps it could be said that what Yu Yan had been secretly guarding against in his heart was exactly this kind of situation.

As for treacherous and treacherous people like himself who ungratefully betrayed his superiors, he would only hate them to the core and would not even listen to a word of their defense.

Master Mo stood still and said nothing. Yu Heng helped everyone on the stage up one by one. He encouraged them gently, "I am a man in trouble. I am satisfied to be able to return to my homeland in this life. I dare not be greedy anymore. I already know your loyalty, but I cannot ignore your life and death because of my own selfishness."

Guan Wentian immediately expressed his opinion: "Why do you say that, Your Highness? The young emperor is vicious and cruel. He caused your grandson to be crippled. He is also incompetent and stupid. He has entrusted all political affairs to Huo Xuan alone. If power falls into someone else's hands, it will be seized by others in the long run, leading to the overthrow of the country. Your Highness' return to the capital at this time is in accordance with the will of heaven and the will of the people. Who dares not to obey?"

As he spoke, he looked around, and his eyes fell on Master Mo and Luo Qianhuai who were standing abruptly, and his brows furrowed.

"Mr. Mo." He raised his voice and said, "Since you are a disciple of Pei Jianzong, don't you know the morality of the martial arts world? You are in the martial arts world, and you are worried about the world. If you are hesitant and care about your life, how can you be qualified to be a disciple of Jianzong? It is better for you to go down the mountain and find a corner to live a miserable life!"

All the people in the martial arts world raised their heads and looked at Master Mo with different eyes than before.

Hot-blooded and straightforward people are most easily instigated. With just a few words, Guan Wentian destroyed most of the image that Mr. Mo had painstakingly created.

Luo Qianhuai's expression changed, and he was about to argue for Mr. Mo when he suddenly heard a clear system voice.

"Dip. The optimal time for award distribution has been detected, and rewards will be distributed now. This reward distribution adopts the self-collection mode. Since the host's current ability is not enough to complete it independently, this system will enforce it!"