Chapter 425: The Scripture Depository Plan!
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Records of the Human Emperor Chapter 425: The Scripture Depository Plan!

Chapter 425: The Scripture Depository Plan!

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

"It's you…!"

When Dusong Mangpoje saw the elegant white-clothed figure with the feather fan and bound-up head covering, his expression turned cold, and only one thought remained in his mind.

Dusong Mangpoje knew who this person was. In the capital of the Great Tang, this person was undoubtedly the leader of the Confucian School, a title which he fully deserved.

Even in the capital of the Great Tang, this person was an influential figure of the highest distinction1.

Although he was not a Great General who led armies, in terms of influence, he was on par with or even above Geshu Han and the other Great Generals of the Central Plains.

Dusong Mangpoje had not imagined that the Great Tang would invite this character out for the sake of killing him.

"Haha, it is I!"

The man's face seemed to be carved from jade, and though the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were so deep that they seemed to be fifty or sixty, the rest of his face was that of a thirty- or forty-year-old.

Hanging on his belt were a longsword and a little bell. The bell drifted in the wind, crisply ringing as it bumped against the silver sheath.

He looked like a refined and weak man, but in Dusong Mangpoje's eyes, he was the mightiest of foes.

"The Emperor of the Great Tang truly thinks highly of me!" Dusong Mangpoje gravely said as he looked at this visitor.

"Haha, Great General has shown such good faith, disregarding the vast distance to visit the capital. No matter what, we must entertain you well. Ten years ago, Great General also wore plain clothes and stealthily entered. This lowly Li came as fast he could but was not in time to receive you. This time, I must have a chat and a drink with General."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he slowly walked forward, and the sharp sword intent released by the leaves and blades of grass grew ever more formidable.

This feeling like a dagger at one's back made all the Tibetan horsemen, including the First

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