Chapter 115: Jingwei Gives Birth and Another Decision

"Are all capable chess players so cold-blooded?" There was a lot of sarcasm in Hei Bai Xuan Jian's words, but Ying Zifei couldn't deny it. He asked himself if he was a villain, but he wasn't a gentleman either.

This time I came to Sanghai City secretly just to see how many people and how much power there are, and whether they have any intention of making a move on Wei Wuji.

By the way, I would also like to see the Confucian Master Xun's position on this matter.

"Perhaps, we should go and talk to Master Xun directly." Hei Bai Xuan Jian, who knew what Ying Zifei was thinking, suggested. However, Ying Zifei shook his head decisively and said, "It's not the right time yet."

Master Xun is definitely the chess player in certain situations in this world. Before he can come up with equal chips, Ying Zifei doesn't want to meet Master Xun.

Especially now that the alliance among various countries to attack Qin has reached its climax, and it seems that other countries except Qi will go to war with Qin just one alliance away, Ying Zifei does not want to cause any more trouble at this time.

Because some people from the Gongyang School of Confucianism went to the border and started to participate in certain plans, Ying Zifei didn't want his actions to reveal any traces.

Suppressing his thoughts, some subtle movements outside the stronghold made Ying Zifei's earlobes twitch slightly. He gently put down the wine pot and saw that Hei Bai Xuan Jian had already taken a defensive posture. Ying Zifei chuckled softly and said, "Finally, someone can't hold back any longer. I think we should set off too, otherwise we won't be able to find a good place to watch the show."

After picking up their weapons and putting on their hats, the two men in black robes left the stronghold and easily blended into the night. Although their martial arts skills were different, they each had a certain level of accomplishment. They could fly over eaves and walls and few people could detect them.

The place where the previous generation Jingwei lived in seclusion in Sanghai City was a well-planned courtyard. Ying Zifei and the others approached the place, found a place where they could hide their bodies, closed their eyes and sensed the people hiding everywhere at this time.

In the small courtyard, the midwife and several maids were busy. Under the midwife's arrangement, everything was done in an orderly manner.

In the room, leaning against the head of the bed, the woman's hand gently stroked her belly, but her eyes were looking at a sword placed beside the bed.

This sword is not a famous sword, but just an ordinary sword. However, the shape of this sword makes people feel at first glance that it is three-quarters similar to the Jingwei Sword among the Eight Swords of King Yue.

The appearance of the sword made the woman fall into thoughts of the past. When she asked someone to make this sword, the meaning of this sword was different from the function of the real Jingwei Sword when held in the hand.

Among the Eight Swords of King Yue, there are two swords, the Black and White Xuan Jian, one sword is for protection, and the other sword is for killing. She forged such a sword, which is both a farewell to some things in the past and an attitude towards the future.

She had never thought about giving up all her past. If she really had to give up all her past, would she still be herself?
Since she left Xinling fiefdom, until now, she has met several very interesting people, talked with them, made them think, and were enlightened. This wonderful period of time has made her understand.

The choice of fate is not to completely cut off the past, because if the past is lost, what is the point of her first half of life?

The choice of destiny is to give up some things in the past, reconcile with some things, and then move towards a new future.

A sword that is three points similar to the Jingwei Sword is the reflection of her past, present and future choices.

"Child, if you are born, you must learn to be strong when you grow up."

"I don't know what the future of you, me and my son will be like."

After whispering softly, she suppressed all her thoughts and became calm and cool.

She wasn't worried that anyone would come to hunt her tonight, even though she knew what it would mean once the baby in her belly was born.

She didn't know who had deliberately spread the news that the child in her belly was the posthumous son of Xinling Jun Wei Wuji.

The only thing she could be sure of now was that the backup plan that Xinling Jun Wei Wuji had deployed against this child had also begun to take effect.

While the people in the yard were waiting for the baby in the womb to react, more and more people came outside the yard. As people stood in places where they could hide their bodies, those who came late simply found an empty space to wait, without worrying that someone would suddenly attack and kill them.

"It's so lively, everyone. It's dark night, it's time to rest."

"Tonight, please come to us."

"Back off."

The calm tone made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze. The person came slowly step by step. Although his face could not be seen clearly, he gave everyone here a direct sense of oppression.

No one moved around. When the person came closer, everyone could see his face clearly under the sparse moonlight and the candlelight projected from the courtyard.

An ordinary face.

Beneath the gentleness of his gestures, there seemed to be a sharp edge hidden.

“Three Masters of Contemporary Confucianism.”

After recognizing the people coming, some people who just wanted to watch the fun wanted to leave.

Just because they knew how troublesome the visitor's temperament and methods were.

When Ying Zifei and Hei Bai Xuan Jian saw someone retreating, they did not take any other action, because the person's eyes were not fixed on them.

Is it tacit consent?
Or something else?

Since you are not being targeted, just watch it first.

The wind blew up the robes. At this moment, those who had not yet retreated felt their minds tense subconsciously. Before they could see the movements clearly, the three Confucian gentlemen had already taken action.

At the same time, another pair of Confucian disciples appeared and stood around the courtyard, guarding it.

"Confucianism"

A thoughtful look flashed across Ying Zifei's eyes, and then he smiled gently.

How interesting.

Last time, it was a man holding a sword of light who went out and took away the person in the vortex. Now it is the posthumous son of Xinling Jun Wei Wuji.

No matter how he thought about it, Ying Zifei had to doubt that Confucians were the ones who started the game.

The struggle for the general trend and the struggle among the hundreds of schools of thought seem to be extremely cruel.

"The farmers are here."

Hei Bai Xuan Jian standing beside him said something softly, and Ying Zifei tilted his head slightly to look in one direction, his eyes becoming somewhat solemn.

The person who came is not an ordinary person.

Such a heavy and profound aura, could it be that the secluded farming elder has come in person?
"Ok?"

Ying Zifei and Hei Bai Xuan Jian subconsciously attacked and pushed their palms in one direction. Before the two internal forces could roar, they were like a drop in the ocean and were dissipated.

Two figures stood silently in front of Ying Zifei and the other man, their eyes were examining Ying Zifei.

"Your domineering killing method is far inferior to that guy's overwhelming momentum and murderous intent."

Although he said this, there was praise in his tone, but Ying Zifei said nothing.

"This child was born not to be your pawn."

The person next to him spoke slowly, with a warning tone in his voice.

Ying Zifei finally reacted, and said with a click of his tongue: "The chips left by Wei Wuji are really generous. Even the two seniors, masters who rarely show up, have been invited out."

One of the two smiled and said calmly: "When people get old, they will die. People like us don't have much time to live. We must repay some favors before we end this life."

Ying Zifei nodded, took a step back, expressed his meaning, and one of the two men reached out, took out a brocade box from his arms, and handed it to Ying Zifei.

"Xinling Jun said that you are not a comfortable person."

"He left this thing for you."

"The condition is still that you cannot drag the past Jingwei and the newborn baby into your calculations."

The calm words made Ying Zifei frown. He thought to himself, "It seems that Wei Wuji must have other plans. It should be said that he has some related plans for his posthumous child."

Thinking of this, Ying Zifei said: "Two seniors, I think you should know something."

"If that's the case, then you know that the plans that Wei Wuji and I left behind will inevitably intersect. In this way, I will not let a promise become a weakness for me to do certain things in the future."

If they refused, the two would narrow their eyes slightly. Hei Bai Xuan Jian subconsciously became alert and thought to himself that Ying Zifei was a stubborn guy. If you want to refuse, you should be more flexible.

The two old men in front of him were extremely powerful. Although they were filled with a murderous intent, they would fight to the death without holding back.

Sensing Hei Bai Xuan Jian's vigilance, one of the old men chuckled and said, "Please be at ease. Although we two will not live long, we shouldn't end up fighting here."

Hearing this, Hei Bai Xuan Jian felt a little relieved. At this time, the old man turned his gaze to Ying Zifei, threw the brocade box in his hand to Ying Zifei, and said: "According to the will of Xinling Lord Wei Wuji, Master Zifei only needs to agree to one condition and premise."

Ying Zifei squeezed the brocade box in his hand and smiled, saying: "It seems that Wei Wuji has predicted my reaction, Ying Zifei. He is indeed worthy of being that guy. He is planning to plot against me even after his death."

"Tell me, what are the so-called prerequisites?" Seeing Ying Zifei's reaction, the two men felt relieved. They were afraid that they would not be able to convince Ying Zifei. Although they were more powerful, their blood exhaustion was a foregone conclusion. If they really fought with Ying Zifei and the others, even if they won, they would not be able to fulfill the instructions of Xinling Jun Wei Wuji.

"Until this child is eighteen years old, Master Zifei cannot set a trap for the mother and child."

"Of course, if the mother and son show signs of targeting you in the next 18 years, you can fight back and it won't be considered a breach of promise."

After saying this, the two waited for Ying Zifei's response. Ying Zifei glanced at the two of them, but in his heart he felt wary of the plot left by Wei Wuji.

Eighteen years is really a period of time that makes people think deeply.

Ying Zifei took the brocade box in his hand and nodded: "Okay, I agree."

No matter what Wei Wuji's plan was, Ying Zifei knew that he could not let the other party disrupt his rhythm.

You fight yours and I fight mine. This is the path that Ying Zifei should take. It is a waste to always pursue some secrets.

After getting the promise, the two old men looked at each other and bowed slightly to Ying Zifei. The next moment, the two of them leaped up, and in less than two breaths, they disappeared from the perception of Ying Zifei and Hei Bai Xuan Jian.

"It seems that the water in this world is extremely muddy."

Black and White Xuan Jian's eyes flickered as he muttered something. Ying Zifei chuckled and said meaningfully: "Don't think there are so many top masters behind this. Although there are quite a few people hiding, they are not to the point of making people feel terrified."

"What do you mean?" Hei Bai Xuan Jian's eyebrows jumped and he asked in confusion.

"Hehe." Ying Zifei put away the brocade box and said in a light tone: "If my perception is correct, there are quite a few antiques, but one person plays many roles."

"There aren't that many people playing chess. As for their true identities, I think we'll know when we should."

Hei Bai Xuan Jian's heart skipped a beat, and then he thought of something. He looked in one direction with a deep gaze and said softly: "What role did the Confucianists play this time?"

"Who knows?" Ying Zifei chuckled again, looked at the place where the fight was still going on, and said with a meaningful smile: "Originally, we should have met with Master Xun of Confucianism, but now it seems that we should postpone this meeting for two or three years."

Heibai Xuan Jian seemed to be thinking about something, but did not ask any more questions. Ying Zifei glanced at the yard and retreated with Heibai Xuan Jian.

……

“The party that was thought to be the most difficult to deal with is now the first to retreat.”

At an inn not far from the courtyard where Jingwei lived, two old men were sitting cross-legged, with the chess pieces on the board crisscrossed, and it was difficult to tell who would win for the time being.

After Master Xun made his move, he smiled and said, "It seems that the meeting with this boy will have to be postponed."

The old man opposite heard this and said, "Qin is not a place where Confucianism can hold its ground. Brother, how can the Great Qin Academy be more free than the Jixia Academy?"

Master Xun didn't even raise his head, his eyes were fixed on the chessboard, and then he said calmly: "You will know how to study and govern the country in the future."

"The Confucianists' move this time has already alerted other schools of thought. Your job should be to deal with these matters."

Upon hearing this, the old man opposite looked at his senior brother deeply and then stopped talking about the matter.

The cry of a child brought an end to the chaos here tonight.

Master Xun's fellow apprentice had already left. Just as he put away the chessboard, two figures arrived at an extremely fast speed, landed in front of him and bowed slightly to Master Xun.

"Have you farmers finally convinced her?"

The tone of certainty made the two men silent for a moment. One of them bowed and said, "Senior, it is not that our Nong family interfered with the agreement between you and Donghuang Taiyi of the Yin-Yang family. In fact, someone else has entrusted us with something, so we have to deal with this matter."

Upon hearing this, Master Xun looked towards the courtyard where Jingwei and his son were, and sighed in his heart.

As expected, you were persuaded, but can the backup plan left by Lord Xinling Wei Wuji really help you break the impasse?
The farmers have already expressed their attitude here, and I believe that Donghuang Taiyi of the Yin-Yang School has also received appropriate rewards.

"Let her be. I am leaving now."

Master Xun moved and landed on the street, just like an ordinary person, and slowly returned to Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

The two farmers looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. They were both afraid that Master Xun would get angry. It was really that the farmers were forcibly interfering in the Confucian layout this time, which seemed like deceiving others.

"Let's go. It's time for the previous generation of Jingwei to completely disappear from the eyes of the world."

The courtyard is still the same courtyard. Jingwei has become weak due to childbirth, the child is fast asleep, and her eyes are looking at the person opposite.

"Let's go."

Her voice was cold. She had no idea what unknown dangers her decision last night would bring to the mother and son.

Last night, when the child was born, when she became a mother, she chose to believe in some of the backup plans left by Xinling Jun Wei Wuji.

She was persuaded by the farmers because the child's father was Lord Xinling Wei Wuji.

Even though the child was involved in the game when he was born, she chose to believe Wei Wuji because of her weakness when she saw the child for the first time.

Last night’s turmoil made her realize how difficult it was to break the impasse.

If you cannot break free from the web that binds you in a short period of time, you should gain more bargaining chips for yourself and your children so that you can be ready to deal with future dangers at any time.

Yin-Yang School cannot be trusted.

Confucianism is also not trustworthy.

As for the farm house we are going to visit next, it is also not trustworthy.

Her choice can only be the most advantageous one.

As for the farmers, they had some backup plans, or rather deals, left by the man.

At the very least, the newborn baby doesn't have to worry about encountering danger for no apparent reason after going to the farm.

After Jingwei and the child got on the carriage, the group left Sanghai City, followed by various forces.

Lord Xinling Wei Wuji must have left something behind.

They were absolutely sure.

"You Yin-Yang family, aren't you going to take action?" In a roadside tavern, Ying Zifei, who was drinking, looked at Dong Jun. This woman seemed to have become even colder.

"Master Zifei, is this a test or an order?"

Dong Jun also looked at Ying Zifei. With the intervention of the people from the Nong family and Xinling Jun Wei Wuji, there were more than two or three forces stirring up the situation.

She was also curious as to why Ying Zifei was so calm.

"How about a test? How about an order?"

Ying Zifei chuckled and said calmly: "That woman and that newborn child were sold back and forth by you. Tsk tsk tsk, you are not good people just like me."

This sentence made Dongjun inexplicably angry, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Master Zifei, that was her own choice, not forced by my Yin-Yang family."

"If we talk about this, aren't you, Master Zifei, also one of the masterminds behind this?"

"During this period of time, your people should investigate the personnel left behind by Lord Xinling Wei Wuji."

"It's just the same for each other." Ying Zifei laughed and said lazily: "Sir Dongjun, if there is nothing else, please leave. There is no trust between you and me to go together. You know this."

Dongjun got up and left without hesitation, for she was afraid that she could not suppress her anger.

"You really don't know how to talk." Hei Bai Xuan Jian pouted and looked at the direction where Dong Jun left, and said with some disappointment: "What kind of life do you think Jing Wei and that child will have in the future?"

"Who knows?" Ying Zifei shrugged, turned around, and Jingwei and the child still went to the farmer's house. The only thing that changed was the way Xinling Jun Wei Wuji died and some of the plans that were exposed.

However, these are enough.

After paying, Ying Zifei stood up and said, "Let's go, it's time to go back."

"The battle of alliance is about to begin."

"This war will cause many people to emerge, so we should prepare for it."

The two men left the tavern and soon lost their trace, leaving those who wanted to track them helpless and had to send a message back.

(End of this chapter)