The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

In the empty study, there was a very slight rustling sound, as if someone was gently twisting white paper. However, the entire study was empty except for Xuanyuan, but Xuanyuan did not move, which made people wonder what was making the noise.

Amid the sound of thin white paper turning over, Xuanyuan strode to the desk and saw a little man made of white paper struggling to drag a piece of white paper covered with ink out of the bookcase.

Perhaps someone had entered the study when Xuanyuan was away. In order not to be exposed, this little man of white paper hid in the bookcase with the white paper covered with ghostly talismans. At this time, the white paper he dragged out became wrinkled because of several "tortures".

"Here, here, this is the formula of fire and gunpowder you want. Although the proportion may not be completely correct, you can succeed as long as you try a few more times." A shrill voice sounded with a little shrinkage, and the white paper man "Lin Yingjie" dragged the white paper covered with ink to the center of the desk.

Xuan Yuan nodded slightly, sat down in front of the desk, and picked up the white paper full of ink. He lowered his eyes and saw rows of words that were sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and even lacked strokes and strokes. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

The white paper man standing in front of the desk saw Xuan Yuan shaking his head, and suddenly shrank slightly, saying timidly: "I have tried my best to write clearly!" He was now attached to the white paper, and it was not easy to write with difficulty. As for the lack of strokes... There was no way he used to write simplified characters!

Xuan Yuan ignored what he was thinking in his heart, and did not speak. He just began to carefully check the formula written on the white paper, and then gently raised the corners of his lips after getting something, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Not bad." The mood was still good, and Xuan Yuan praised casually, which made "Lin Yingjie" almost cry with joy, and he looked so happy that he was about to pass away.

The big devil actually praised him! Sure enough, as long as he is useful, he will not be eaten! The white paper man clenched his fist happily, excited.

"Hey... Host, what do you want the formula for gunpowder?" 0617 popped up at this time, asking in a confused tone. It was very surprised when Xuanyuan asked "Lin Yingjie" for the formula for gunpowder. First, it was surprised how the host knew gunpowder, and second, it was puzzled why the host needed gunpowder.

It has been holding it in for a long time, and now it can't hold it in any longer, so it will ask hesitantly at this time.

"In the original storybook, after the emperor died and the prince succeeded to the throne, didn't the Northwest Huns take the opportunity to start a war?" Xuanyuan answered casually while copying the formula for gunpowder production on the white paper full of ink lumps.

Soon, the white paper was covered with dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing handwriting. The fonts were all the same size, and the pen strokes were sharp and sharp, like swords. The handwriting was penetrating the back of the paper, unrestrained and uninhibited, and the whole paper was full of sharpness and sword-like sharpness.

"But, but..." 0617 was a little dumbfounded, "But can the prince still ascend the throne now?" Although it still didn't figure out what the host was secretly planning, it was very clear that the prince who belonged to Lin Xuanzhu's enemy would not be able to jump for long.

"Whether the prince succeeds to the throne or not, the emperor is about to die." Xuanyuan put down the sheep-hair brush, lifted the white paper and blew it gently, put it aside, and then spoke slowly.

He smiled gently, and his extremely handsome face showed some understanding: "Besides, if the prince loses power, other adult princes will fight for the throne. Wouldn't it make the situation in Wei more unstable? If so, it would be strange if the Huns didn't seize this opportunity."

"But even if there is a war in the northwest, it has nothing to do with you, the host?" 0617 was confused. Didn't the host decide to follow Lin Xuanzhu's character and follow the path of imperial examination civil officials? He is not a military general, what can he do about the upcoming war?

With his eyes lowered, Xuanyuan smiled slightly, his tone was calm, and he said, "I have my own plan in mind, you don't need to ask more." After a pause, he added with a smile, "Of course, if you can guess, that's great."

0617:... I asked you because I couldn't guess! Can the host still get along well?

Knowing that he would not get an answer if he continued to ask, 0617 hummed twice and simply stopped asking about this, and just said: "Host, you have three tasks now, the first task is 60% completed, the second task is 20%, and the third task is 30%."

"What are you going to do next?" Since confirming that his host is not a modern person, 0617 has not said words such as 50% again, because it is afraid that the host will not understand and they can't communicate normally.

"The next two tasks cannot be completed in one go, so there is no rush." ​​Xuanyuan's tone is light, with endless wisdom and strategy in his eyes. He has been paving the way for the future, and all his calculations are to stand in a higher position and gain greater power.

Only in this way can we do what we want to do and protect the people we want to protect. If we rely on force alone, Xuanyuan can rely on his own cultivation to slaughter the entire capital of Wei, but it is too boring and unchallenging to overwhelm others with force.

This world is the best whetstone for refining the heart. If Xuanyuan wants to go further, he has to start from scratch to comprehend this soft world and the fireworks of the world.

"As for what to do next?" Xuanyuan chuckled, folded up the white paper full of gunpowder formulas, and put it away, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, "Next, just wait patiently."

"What are you waiting for?" 0617 was helpless with the host who was playing dumb again. He knew that he would definitely not answer, but he still couldn't help asking a question.

Sure enough, Xuanyuan just chuckled twice and said lightly: "Just wait and see, it's not time to unveil it yet."

While Xuanyuan was calm, the court of the Great Wei was in a precarious situation. Since His Majesty fainted during the morning court one day, the situation in the court became more and more chaotic.

His Majesty was seriously ill, and the prince was attacked and impeached. The position of the prince was shaky and seemed to be abolished at any time. How could the prince's several adult brothers miss the opportunity at this time? They secretly made arrangements and plans.

At midnight on April 16th, the 26th year of Wenjing in the Great Wei, the deposed prince colluded with General Gao, the leader of the imperial guards, to attack the palace at night and commit treason, trying to force His Majesty to abdicate.

Unexpectedly, after the guards rushed into the palace, they were stopped by the third, fourth and fifth princes before they could reach the emperor's bedroom. They scolded the guards with the emperor's edict, and the guards turned against him and threw down their arms.

The rebellion failed, and the deposed prince committed suicide at the Shenwu Gate. When the emperor received the news, he vomited blood and his condition worsened again. The Wei court was suddenly in turmoil. The secret struggles among the adult princes had already come to light, and the situation became increasingly chaotic and almost out of control.