Thinking of the scene of Fang Junqian flying into a fury, Jia Muqi still found his heart beating faster in horror. He whispered, “Hiding deep his true ability and taking lives once his sword is out, old Li, our Duke Fang will be a dragon flying in the highest sky!”

At Daxiangguo Temple.

A monk and a youth were playing chess in the backyard garden.

Master Liaochen put his palms together, “Childe Xiao is an excellent player. I lose.”

“Thanks for letting me win, master.” He said without surprise or joy nor pride or modesty, in a calmness and indifference that could only be seen in a person who had experienced all the vicissitudes. Yet, it appeared in a seventeen-year-old youth.

Master Liaochen was perplexed: Xiao Qingyu, the distinguished Right Prime Minister of Daqing, possessed a reputation across the world and learnings that enabled him to foretell and win a battle thousands of miles away. A person blessed with such talents, usually, should be happy and spirited. But why was he so lonely and impa.s.sive?

What shocked master Liaochen more was the murderousness in Xiao Qingyu.

Childe Wushuang was smart and knowledgeable. Naturally, he knew Buddhist scriptures well too. But how come his murderousness and evil spirit not erased after reading them for so long?

Master Liaochen said, “I rarely knew for my life a person talented, wise and calm like you. Yet, it"s hard to be happy when you see through things too well.” He paused for a second and smiled amiably, “Sometimes, clarity makes people miserable. Life is nothing but a dizzy dream. Hard to be ignorant!”

Xiao Qingyu smiled, bitterly, his expression lonely, “Master, are you telling me to follow my fate?”

“Umm…”

Xiao Qingyu, as if having heard a funniest joke, suddenly laughed!

His eyes were clear as water, bright as stars, as if carrying a whole sky of constellations, “There wouldn"t be Childe Wushuang if I have followed my fate!”

For a person with disabled legs, it was already extremely hard to survive and defend himself.

But Xiao Qingyu never followed his prewritten fate.

A "cripple" like him not only had a position at court and the community of martial arts, but also occupied the top position among Daqing"s officials. All other talents followed his lead, and numerous people pledge loyalty to him. He didn"t need to rely on others but became someone reliable for others. He was born not to follow fate or give in!

He had an experience more bitter than ordinary people.

He had a fate more miserable than others.

His struggle must be harder and more painful than anyone else.

He had also complained the heaven which claimed that all living creatures were equal and questioned why it was so merciless only to him.

However, when he knew he wasn"t blessed by heaven, there came out a Childe Wushuang!

“Master, how could I give in to fate?”

Xiao Qingyu was a bird without legs.

A bird without legs had no other choice but to fly forward all his life.

When tired, it took a nap in clouds and wind.

How could it stop flying?

Once it stopped, it would die from falling.

Looking at the n.o.ble youth before him, master Liaochen somehow thought of Fang Junqian"s words, “I, not the heaven, am the master of my life!”

They were both unyielding people and both were…

Xiao Qingyu carefully collected the chess pieces, “Recently, there are too many affairs to deal with. Tianbin invaders frequently attacked Bafang. I"m going there to help Duke Fang guard the city against the enemy.”

The cinnabar between his eyebrows were aggressively n.o.ble. Xiao Qingyu"s eyes glowed in moving, “I"m afraid I couldn"t have the free time to play chess with you later.”

Master Liaochen was stunned at his charm and sighed at once. According to anthroposophy, the beauty of a man would hurt his longevity…

“Does his majesty intend to send troops to a.s.sist Duke Fang?”

Xiao Qingyu said in a gentle and elegant tone, which, yet, revealed pride and confidence, “Even if his Majesty forbade, I"m still going to Bafang.”

This was Childe Wushuang, proud and determined, and never surrendering to anyone"s will.

The world would be his sword, and the power his blade, by which his overfilling murderousness would splash blood all over the air.

Under the disguise of the gentle graceful face was overwhelming autocracy!