I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 47: If we both agree, it can't be considered a lie
Shi A looked strange when he heard this: "You want to see Master? Why?"

"If you don't answer this question correctly, your entire clan might be killed. Zijun, are you sure you want to know?"

"Then forget it."

Wang Jing’s answer scared Shi A. Who could stand being implicated along with the entire clan?
In the end, Shi A agreed to pass on Wang Jing's message: "I will deliver the message to the palace for you, but whether Master wants to see you is beyond my control."

"Zijun is willing to make the introduction, which is already a great help. As for whether it will succeed or not, it depends on God's will. Jing will not force it."

Wang Jing is sincere and honest, and compared to Wang Yue, it is obvious that Shi A is more worthy of winning over.

After all, as long as the two princes Liu Bian and Liu Xie were still alive, Wang Yue would never defect to him.

But Shi A is different. For such a swordsman, his greatest asset is his attainments in martial arts.

Before leaving, Shi A couldn't help but sigh: "That day in front of Hulao Pass, Yuan Xu crossed the nine-zhang natural chasm and took the inheritance of the Overlord. I was planning to recommend you to the master, thinking that we would have a good story of master and disciple. However, time has passed, and now you and I serve different masters. It is really unpredictable."

Both He Jin and Empress Dowager He were eyeing the young Liu Xie covetously. Now that the power of the Empress Dowager Dong had been uprooted, Liu Xie was named Prince of Chenliu, but in fact he was alone and helpless, like a lamb to be slaughtered, imprisoned in the imperial palace.

If it weren't for the Sword Saint Wang Yue who always stayed by his side, Liu Xie would have died of illness or fear long ago.

In Shi A's opinion, Wang Jing was obviously a man of General He Jin. Once He Jin and Wang Yue came into conflict, he, as Wang Yue's disciple, would inevitably have to fight against Wang Jing.

Wang Jing saw Shi A's melancholy, but he said with a half-smile: "Who can predict the future? Maybe one day, you and I will not only not fight against each other with swords, but will fight side by side?"

Shi A only thought Wang Jing was comforting him, so he didn't take it seriously and replied, "I hope so."

After saying this, he raised the cup and drank, letting the strong liquor go straight into his lungs. The burning sensation allowed him to forget his worries and troubles for a short while by being a little drunk.

In the evening, Wang Jing originally thought that he would have to wait for a few days, but he did not expect Wang Yue to come directly.

"I heard you want to see me?"

The man in front of him was about fifty years old, tall and strong, with the heroic spirit unique to the knights of Yan and Zhao. Just standing there, he had a sharp aura as straight as a sword, towering and majestic.

But when you don't look at him, it's hard to notice his existence, just like a person standing on a mountain, only looking at the distant scenery, forgetting how magnificent the mountain under his feet is.

Wang Jing instantly understood the terrifying power of a martial arts master. It was a state of being one with the heaven and earth, almost returning to nature, yet with a wave of his hands and a move of his feet, he had the supreme power to cause changes in the weather.

In ancient times, this was a god walking on earth. One person could defeat an entire country, and one sword could destroy a city, just like a walking natural disaster.

As one of the important ministers entrusted by Emperor Ling, the strength of Sword Saint Wang Yue is unquestionable.

"The Imperial Master has come to visit us, but I am sorry for not welcoming you from afar."

"Someone, bring two jugs of good wine!"

Wang Jing greeted warmly.

Wang Yue waved his hand: "No need to drink, I don't have much time, so you better keep your words short."

This time, Wang Yue apparently left the palace secretly, leaving only Shi A and Deng Zhan with Liu Xie to prevent Liu Xie from accidentally falling into the hands of He Jin and Empress Dowager He.

You know, decades ago, Emperor Zhi of Han, Liu Zun, was poisoned to death by General Liang Ji when he was nine years old.

Although He Jin was not yet a "domineering general", it was not difficult for him to poison a little kid who was not even the emperor in the deep palace.

Seeing this, Wang Jing also said straight to the point: "I heard that the eight famous swords, Yanri, Duanshui, Zhuanpo, Xuanjian, Jingwei, Miehun, Quexie, and Zhengang, are in the hands of the Imperial Master. I wonder what conditions are required for the Imperial Master to give them up?"

"Ok?"

Wang Yue's sword-like brows were slightly wrinkled, and his sharp eyes fell on Wang Jing. The cold sword intent immediately made Wang Jing feel as if a chill was shining on his back. His whole body was stiff, and he felt that there was an endless wave of sword energy in front of him, surging towards him.

"Why do you think I would agree to this unreasonable request?"

Wang Yue put away his sword intent and glanced at Wang Jing coldly.

At this time, Wang Jing finally came back to his senses from the state of almost suffocation. He looked at Wang Yue calmly and said, "Everything in this world has a price. Imperial Master, why don't you listen to my conditions first and then make a decision."

Seeing that Wang Jing was still so calm under the pressure of his sword, Wang Yue looked up to the young man in front of him and praised him: "The cavalry captain is indeed a hero in his youth. He is very brave and his cultivation is outstanding. He is worthy of being a descendant of a famous family. I just don't know what bargaining chips the Taiyuan Wang family can offer to make me agree to this matter?"

Wang Jing raised his wine cup, took a sip of the wine in the cup, and said calmly, "What do you think of the position of the Supreme Emperor, Imperial Master?"

"Hmm? What do you mean by that, Captain Tunqi?"

Wang Yue frowned slightly, and his sharp gaze fell on Wang Jing again, making people feel uneasy.

Wang Jing stared at the sword's pressure, and replied calmly, "Within three months, I can help the Prince of Chenliu ascend the throne and become emperor."

Boom~
As soon as these words were spoken, boundless sword intent burst out from Wang Yue's body like a surging river. The entire Zuiyue Tower was shrouded in powerful sword energy. As long as Wang Yue had the slightest thought, he would be crushed into dust.

"This joke is too much."

"Master Emperor, do you think I can't do it?"

"What makes you think I would believe something so ridiculous?"

Wang Yue naturally did not believe that Wang Jing could depose and enthrone the emperor. The only people in the world who had this ability were General He Jin and Queen Mother He Lian.

However, He Lian was the empress dowager and the biological mother of Emperor Shao Liu Bian, and He Jin was the emperor's brother-in-law and the biological uncle of Emperor Shao Liu Bian. It was impossible for either of them to depose Liu Bian and enthrone Liu Xie.

"It's only three months. Imperial Master, why don't you take a gamble? If you win again, the Prince of Chenliu will inherit the throne. The spirit of the late emperor will surely be pleased to see this. Imperial Master, you have been blessed by the late emperor. If you can really fulfill his last wish, why should you be stingy with such mundane things?"

Wang Jing's words were like a sharp blade, piercing Wang Yue's vital points.

Wang Yue was born in Yanshan, Liaodong. His family was humble, not even a poor family. Therefore, although he was a master of swordsmanship, he could only be a guest of honor in aristocratic families. It was impossible for him to become an official and bring honor to his family.

Once he dies, his family will surely be reduced to dust and disappear in the long river of history.

It was Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, Liu Hong, who selected Wang Yue from the grassroots, appointed him as General Hu Ben, and named him the Imperial Teacher, asking him to teach swordsmanship to two princes, thus earning him an extremely high status and achieving a class leap.

How can I not repay such a kindness?

Before Emperor Ling's death, his only wish was to let his youngest son Liu Xie ascend the throne and become emperor. He even left a secret decree to Jian Shuo for this purpose.

It’s a pity that Jian Shuo was defeated too quickly and the secret decree was completely useless.

There is no doubt that Wang Yue was tempted by the condition proposed by Wang Jing.

The only problem now is...

"What if you can't do it?"

Wang Yue looked at Wang Jing with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.

Wang Jing was not afraid of the stage either, and he loudly ordered Yan Hu who was guarding outside the box: "Yiming, go get the Hao Cao Sword and the Chun Jun Sword!"

"Hu, I obey your command."

After a while, a sword box containing two swords, one light and one dark, was placed in front of Wang Yue.

"Hmm? There is light in the shadows, and darkness in the bright places. It is indeed the famous swordsman Cao!"

"It shines like stars, it shines like autumn water, and it exudes a noble and graceful aura. Is this sword Chunjun, the sword of etiquette, one of the ten famous swords?"

Wang Yue was a sword lover. After seeing the Hao Cao and Chun Jun swords, he could not help but step forward to observe and appreciate them carefully. He even stretched out his hand to touch the sword edge, closed his eyes, and carefully felt the different sword meanings of the two swords.

"As expected of a peerless swordsman, his Dao is restrained and his swordsmanship is natural."

Then Wang Yue looked at Wang Jing with a puzzled expression: "You already have a magical weapon like Chunjun, why do you want the eight famous swords in my hand?" Wang Jing said casually: "The Emperor's Master is a sword lover, can't Jing have the same hobby?"

"Haha, you are indeed a peerless genius who can inherit the Overlord Sword Intent. I will risk my life to accompany you. Let's have a shocking gamble with the outcome of the imperial power."

In Wang Yue's opinion, if he lost, he could repay the favor of Emperor Ling, and if he won, he could get the two peerless swords, Hao Cao and Chun Jun. It was a win-win situation.

But Wang Yue had no idea that Wang Jing was using other people's chips to gamble with him.

As for supporting Liu Xie to ascend the throne and become emperor, that was even easier and effortless.

Because Wang Jing didn't need to do it at all, Yuan Wei and Dong Zhuo would do it for him.

For Wang Jing, if he lost this bet, he wouldn't have to pay anything. The worst that could happen was that he would run away and return the Hao Cao Sword and Chun Jun Sword to Tian Si. He didn't believe that Wang Yue would dare to ask for them from this ruthless man who was suspected to be the mastermind behind the Taiping Dao.

And if they win, they will get eight more famous swords for free, making the White Ape Sword Formation even more powerful.

This wave is really a win-win situation.

Wang Jing won twice, which was like Qin Shi Huang touching the electric wire, he was so excited about winning.

The bet was set, and Wang Yue acted with great generosity. He immediately ordered Shi A and Deng Zhan to fetch the eight famous swords and hand them over to Wang Jing. He was not afraid that Wang Jing would steal his things.

After all, he is one of the four great masters of martial arts. In such a vast country like Central Plains, there are not many people who dare to slander Wang Yue.

Shi A and Deng Zhan, each carrying four swords, stepped into Zuiyue Tower again with an expression of disbelief on their faces and appeared in front of Wang Jing.

"Yuan Xu, how did you do it? The eight famous swords, Yanri, Duanshui, Zhuanpo, Xuanjian, Jingwei, Miehun, Quexie and Zhengang, have always been treasured by Master. What conditions did you offer to make Master give you all these eight swords?"

"Hmph, Senior Brother, I think our Master must have been deceived by this boy's sweet talk!"

Deng Zhan held on to the four swords, Jingwei, Miehun, Quexie and Zhengang, and refused to let go. As a disciple of the Sword Saint Wang Yue, he had only touched these eight famous swords a few times, and now he was going to hand them over to others. He could not accept it no matter what.

Although Shi A was somewhat reluctant, since Wang Yue had already made the decision, he would never stand up and sing a different tune, so he scolded Deng Zhan sternly: "Junior brother, don't be so petty."

"Ahhh~ I'm so pissed off!"

After taking off the four swords on his back, Deng Zhan sat aside angrily, as if he wanted to take revenge on Wang Jing, and drank alone on the spot.

He was holding a jar of the most expensive 'Drunken Life and Dream of Death' and was guzzling it down, muttering indignantly, "See if I can make you poor by drinking!"

Wang Jing kindly reminded him, "This wine is brewed with magical herbs. If you drink too much, you can be drunk for a whole month. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Hehe, with my alcohol tolerance, will I get drunk? It's a joke..."

With a thud, Deng Zhan's head hit the table, and he fell asleep, even snoring.

Shi A was startled and hurried forward to take Deng Zhan's pulse, worried that something had happened to him.

Wang Jing smiled and explained, "Don't worry, Drunkenness and Dreaming of Death won't really kill you. Seven kinds of rare and precious herbs were added to the brewing of this wine. Drinking more can improve your muscles and bones, activate your blood circulation, and is very good for your body."

Seeing that Deng Zhan's pulse was steady and his breath was long, Shi A breathed a sigh of relief and said jokingly, "No wonder he dared to sell it for 70,000 coins a bucket. It really is true that you get what you pay for. Compared with famous liquors like Huangliang Liquor, it's probably not much worse, right?"

Wang Jing shook his head with self-awareness: "Huangliang wine is a spiritual wine, brewed with spiritual rice. One liter is worth 100,000 coins, which is enough to make ordinary wealthy families go bankrupt. It is not comparable to ordinary fine wine."

Having said that, if we really calculate the profit margin, 'Drunken Life and Dream of Death' is definitely better than Huangliang Liquor. After all, there are very few blessed lands and spiritual fields that can grow Huangliang rice, so the spiritual rice has always been in short supply and the price has remained high.

On the contrary, 'Zui Sheng Meng Si' is brewed with ordinary grains, so the cost is not high. The little magical medicine added is also diluted again and again, so the cost is much lower than that of Huangliang Liquor.

Therefore, even though the selling price was less than one-tenth of Huangliang wine, the profit margin was two or three times that of Huangliang wine, earning Wang Jing a large amount of military funds.

Carrying the eight famous swords, Wang Jing rushed back to the Tunqiying camp without stopping.

Xun You was also shocked when he learned that Wang Jing had obtained the eight famous swords of the Yue Kingdom so quickly, and asked, "My lord, did you sneak into the palace and steal these eight swords while the Sword Master was out?"

Wang Jing immediately retorted righteously: "Gongda, how can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? I am a man, how can I be a petty thief?"

Xun You nodded slightly when he saw this: "Yes, so it was a lie..."

"Ahem, Gongda, what you said is absurd. I just made a bet with the Imperial Master. How can it be considered a lie if we both agreed to it? You are well-educated, so you should choose your words accurately and not talk nonsense."

"Then how did you trick these eight swords into your hands, my lord?"

"I already said it was a bet, a bet!"

Under Wang Jing's repeated requests, Xun You finally changed his words reluctantly.

"Okay, it's a bet, so how did the Sword Master fall for the Lord's trick?"

"..."

In the end, Wang Jing told Xun You everything about the gambling game. After listening to Wang Jing's story, Xun You fell into deep thought: "My Lord, are you sure about deposing and enthroning the emperor?"

Wang Jing laughed in a relaxed tone: "It's no use asking me about this matter. You should ask Yuan Wei. After all, he has been the one behind the scenes."

Because he was once taken by Wang Jing to the Taifu Mansion to meet Yuan Wei, Xun You was also involved in the conspiracy of the Runan Yuan family, so he was not surprised by this matter: "The Taifu is really shrewd. He asked the general to order the border troops to enter Luoyang, and then set up a trap to kill him. After all, Empress Dowager He is just a woman. As long as the general is defeated, the general of the chariot and cavalry, He Miao, will be killed, and the matter will be settled."

Wang Jing also sighed: "The He family is still busy fighting among themselves, but they don't know that their death is approaching. It's really sad and lamentable."

Xun You smiled and asked, "My lord, maybe you can lend a hand to the general and turn the tide?"

Wang Jing naturally declined the offer: "No, I can't lead such a useless teammate. Besides, He Jin probably trusts Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu more than me. After all, the Yuan family has three officials in four generations, and their students and officials are all over the world. In comparison, the Wang family of Taiyuan is far inferior."

It’s not that Wang Jing didn’t want to inform on the secret, but he had no evidence. How could he prove the truth against Yuan Wei, the imperial tutor who was one of the three highest officials in the country?
What if He Jin doesn't believe me, and the Yuan family of Runan turns their attention towards me, wouldn't I be in such a dilemma?
Wang Jing would definitely not do such a loss-making business.

He Jin had no favor towards him, and the reason why he gave him benefits several times was because of Wang Yun's face. Moreover, Wang Jing helped He Jin get rid of the Empress Dowager Dong, which was already worthy of the food and salary He Jin gave him, so there was no need for him to jump into the pit with He Jin.

Now that the eleven famous swords needed for the formation have been gathered, the most important task at this time is naturally to complete the sword formation practice as soon as possible. Wang Jing immediately summoned all his subordinates to gather.

First, it was Wang Ling. Wang Jing had always trusted this cousin: "Yan Yun, from now on, the Juque Sword will be in your charge."

Wang Ling took the famous sword Juque from Wang Jing with a solemn expression and said solemnly: "Ling, you must use this sword to help your second brother to overcome difficulties and achieve great things."

"Haha, what a great ambition! I look forward to your performance."

Then Wang Jing looked at Xun You and said, "Gongda, you are resourceful and have the ability to plan and win. You are comparable to Zhang Liang and Chen Ping. I am giving you the sword of Cao. I hope that you and I can work together to bring peace to the world."

Hearing Wang Jing comparing himself with Zhang Liang and Chen Ping, Xun You suddenly felt touched that it is rare to have a true friend in life.

He was born into the Xun family of Yingchuan. He was extremely intelligent since childhood, but his talent was not obvious, so even the elders in his family did not take him seriously.

Otherwise, why hasn't he even managed to get the status of a filial and honest official at the age of thirty?
Although Wang Jing had indeed cheated him before, after spending some time with him recently, he was also deeply impressed by the many wonderful ideas in Wang Jing's mind.

"You, thank you for your appreciation, my lord."

Xun You took the Hao Cao sword with both hands. Although he didn't say much, he emphasized every word he said, and it was obvious that he was sincerely willing to work for Wang Jing.

Wang Jing held the Chunjun, Wang Ling and Xun You each held the Juque and Haocao. In this way, the three main swords had returned to their positions. The remaining eight famous swords naturally had to be handed over to suitable people to wield, so that they could exert their due power.

The sword-awarding ceremony is still going on.

"Yanming, Yiming, Qiyun, come on stage and take the swords!"

"Yes!"

Yan Xing, Yan Hu and Xu Lan also stepped out solemnly and took the three swords, Zhen Gang, Duan Shui and Jing Wei, from Wang Jing one by one.

(End of this chapter)