If you can't be a son-in-law, you have to be sanctified

Chapter 210 Cut off his arm and change some face

The Taixian Hall almost turned into an independent world, and everything fell into silence.

When the two sword lights of Shenju and Bailu lifted off the hazy veil, they spit out brilliant rays of light.

Pieces of gorgeous light are like huge butterflies, flying and spinning in the sky, and then flying up and down gracefully.

It is better to say that it is a unique landscape than Jianguang.

There is vitality in it, like the rising sun, and like rays of sunshine covering the earth, the brilliance shone in the sky, almost covering the Taixian Hall.

Time is fleeting.

Many old and powerful men who were paying attention to this place did not realize until this time that the two swords of the divine arts and the white deer had not even flown out, but were wrapped in a unique power, floating beside the shoulders of the Confucian scholars with the swords .

Emperor Chongtian was standing not far away, and the tornado-like vitality in front of him rose from nowhere. The vitality seemed ordinary, but in fact it carried a domineering majesty, which was far superior to ordinary monks.

"The leader of swordsmanship is extraordinary."

Emperor Chongtian had his hands behind his back, his eyes squinted, his eyes fell on the two swords of Shenju and Bailu, and there was more emotion in his eyes.

"When I first met you, you were ignorant and only knew that you followed your sister. Now it has been decades. Goodbye, but you have become the master of magic, the white deer, and the leader of swordsmanship in the world. Thinking about it, if Tai Ah and Nan Zhuhou were born, they would definitely fly across the sky and land in front of you."

The shadows of the leisurely clouds and lakes are long, and the dreamy stars move for several autumns.

Emperor Chongtian thought of his sister who was a Confucian scholar with a sword, and the past scenes emerged in his mind.

Because of these many thoughts, Emperor Chongtian's eyes became much calmer.

"If you don't want to dissipate like dust, if you want to reduce some regrets, you must go forward, go further, and climb higher.

If the fate of the world is controlled by me, if it is me who sits high on the throne of Mingyu Jingdi, your sister may not die in the sky. "

The voice of the Confucian scholar with negative sword was indifferent, "The sky can be repaired, the sea can be filled, and the Nanshan can be moved, but the sun and the moon will pass by and cannot be pursued again.

Since Dafu Shengjun has the ambition to be a fairy seat and is the hero of the world, he should not rely on the power of the moon.

The moon wheel is a taboo. Once the moon wheel comes out, the bright moon will change color, and all kinds of catastrophes will be added to the world. If all the mortals in the world are dead, who will look up when the holy king sits on the fairy throne? "

Emperor Chongtian seemed unmoved, but waved his hand lightly.

In just an instant, one after another divine consciousness vanished into nothingness, and the eyes of thunder shining in the distant void also dissipated.

Taixuan Palace originally became dark and depressing because of the coming of Confucian scholars with swords.

At this moment, it returns to Qingming again.

But even so, the strong men in Taixuan Palace still focused on this place, not daring to relax.

"Sit down and have tea with me."

Emperor Chongtian turned around and walked into the Taixian Hall, where he sat casually in front of a table.

The Shenju sword and the white deer sword had returned to their sheaths at some point, and the sword box, which was said to be cast from the bones of immortals in the deer pool, returned to the scholar.

The scholar in the dark night did not reject Emperor Chongtian this time, he took a few steps forward and sat opposite Emperor Chongtian.

The two are drinking tea.

The scholar in black looked out of the palace.

Emperor Chongtian leaned forward slightly, and said to the Confucian scholar holding the sword: "My Taixuanjing is actually quite interesting, there are all kinds of people in it, some people look forward to the moon wheel entering the Xuandu, and since then Dafu has added a taboo.

Someone didn't know why, but wanted to kill the monks who escorted the moon from Qi.

The young people who plan to kill don't have any long-term plans in mind. They just want to use the sword in their waists to cut off those detestable people. In fact... when I was a prince, I was just like them. "

"Now the sage has changed?" The Confucian with negative sword frowned: "The sage sits in the center of Taixuanjing, where everything grows, thousands of young leaves, or dead trees in spring continue to stretch towards the sky.

You ignored them, just smiled and watched them turn into golden lights.

But... the Holy Monarch is not afraid that one day, those golden lights will lose control and ignite all this forest? "

Emperor Chongtian raised his eyebrows slightly, and also looked outside the Taixuan Palace: "Those who live in this Taixuan Palace, I only lost control over you.

However, even if the world is vast, how many kendo leaders can there be? "

The Confucian student with negative sword didn't answer, but some light flashed in his eyes.

Just as Emperor Chongtian said, he is the leader of swordsmanship in the world, so... when he raised his eyes, he saw the library that was like spring all the year round, and saw that small pavilion.

I also saw Lu Jing holding a seven-foot jade tool in the small pavilion, and then bursting out a four-foot jade tool with sword light.

"These two young men are pawns to kill the immortals, but... young men always have many possibilities."

Negative Sword Confucian thought so.

Emperor Chongtian was thoughtful.

The originally excellent weather suddenly began to rain.

Rain in spring is often accompanied by fog.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in fog.

Lu Jing, Luo Shubai, and Nan Heyu sat in the small pavilion, as if they were in a mist tent, and the misty mist flowed around them.

And this long-lost spring rain washed away the silence and dust of winter.

The three of them were all attracted by this rare sight, Xiaoting was silent for a while, but it was not embarrassing.

Lu Jing put one hand on his knee and the other on the wind blowing knife. When he saw that it was raining, he suddenly felt worried.

"When it's raining, the roads are not good. I wonder if brother Fengmian ever brought an umbrella?"

With this thought in his mind, he reacted in the blink of an eye, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Concern is chaos.

A Yuanshen monk like Nan Fengmian, not to mention the ordinary spring rain, even if there is a thunderstorm in the sky, it can't stop his way.

"I knew I should go and give it away."

Lu Jing sighed in his heart.

Immediately, the primordial spirit sitting in the real palace communicated with a divine thought in an instant.

That spiritual thought had already been buried by Lu Jing outside Taixuanjing, buried in the mountains.

The divine fire shone with divine fire, and a hazy and unusual vitality lingered on the divine sense, which seemed quite strange.

"Those strong men from the Qi Kingdom have never come here."

Thinking this way in Lu Jing's mind, he couldn't help but look outside the study building.

Compared with Taixuanjing outside, the library is indeed a pure land for preaching.

"It's just that I don't know how Tai Xuanjing will react when my elder brother makes a move."

Lu Jing thought about this, and his eyes became serious: "With Brother Fengmian's cultivation, as long as he succeeds in killing people and escapes thousands of miles away from Taixuanjing, he will be considered safe."

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Lu Jing was worried about Nan Fengmian's safety.

Hengshan Mansion, covered by light and clouds in the daytime, under the shining stars, a spiritual thought also fell silently into Hengshan Mansion, turning into a hazy figure.

Behind the figure was a ghost-headed broadsword, and clusters of ghostly aura lingered faintly on the broadsword, as if it was born extraordinary.

This ghost-headed broadsword is the very famous famous knife mountain ghost, and it is the weapon of Gao Li, a strong Zhaoxing star in Qi State.

And when this figure appeared, lying on the bed, the originally half-dead Gu Chenxiao in red seemed to be injected with a burst of life.

There were bursts of blood on his pale face, and the bloodshot eyes that were originally all over his eyes became more obvious.

"Master Gao Li!"

Gu Chenxiao's voice was hoarse, and when he uttered these four words, he seemed to have endured great pain and suffering.

At this moment, Gu Chenxiao was lying on the bed, still unable to turn his head.

"The crown prince took the initiative to enter Xuandu, in exchange for this kind of treatment?"

Gao Li's body is tall and thin, with a group of tattoos on his face, he vaguely looks like the face of a mountain ghost, quite hideous and terrifying.

Standing in front of the bed according to the incarnation of the star god, he lowered his head and stared at the prince of Qi, and the murderous intent gradually permeated his body.

"If it's Prince Dafu, or one of your Dukes of Dafu or Zhu Kingdom, it's fine. The courtiers of a big country are inevitably arrogant, and the customs of Qi are different from Dafu. There is nothing wrong with exposing some friction. .

But... Dafu allowed a young man without official status to humiliate the prince of an allied country, which inevitably lost the power of a great country. "

Gao Li's avatar spoke softly.

With his head lowered at the side, Fan Yuan felt a little helpless in his heart.

Gu Chenxiao is unscrupulous even if he enters Dafu, I am afraid that he has already caused the dissatisfaction of many big people in Dafu.

Because of this, Lu Jing attacked Hengshan Mansion twice, but no one in Taixuanjing came to stop him.

Perhaps in the minds of those great figures, the prince of Qi who is lying on the bed is much more worry-free than the prince of Qi who has nothing to do all day and enjoys beheading and skinning.

As long as they guarantee that the prince of Qi will not die, as long as the prince of Qi is safe and sound when he returns home, the alliance between the two countries will not be frustrated.

"I have already told the ancient prince about these things, but he is becoming crazy day by day, and his actions are too unscrupulous."

Fan Yuan thought silently in his heart.

And the incarnation of Gaoli also saluted Gu Chenxiao: "I sent a gift to Dafu Shengjun, which is extremely valuable.

At that time, in the court hall, after Gao Li presents the gift, he will also make this matter clear... And that Lu Jing has no official status, even if Tianjiao is precious, the Dafu strong will not let me kill him easily, and the ancient prince will not have to in the future Afraid of him.

King Qi Yuan ordered Gao Li to stay in Taixuan Jing for a full year. "

"Since the Dafu Chaotang acquiesces that Lu Jing will attack the prince, if there is a chance, I will naturally also attack.

Thinking about coming to Dafu Chaotang, he was already ready for someone to attack Lu Jing. "

Gu Chenxiao swallowed, the severe pain made him frown.

But under this kind of pain, Gu Chenxiao became more and more excited.

"The more this happens, the more I want to eat him."

Gu Chenxiao's bloodshot eyes were full of excitement.

"Gao Li, don't be impatient, let's wait until you enter the Xuandu.

People like Lu Jing, I don't know how many people in Taixuanjing hoped for his death. I showed a flaw in my attack on him, so I lay down on the bed.

But... Could it be that he has no flaws? "

"You and Jian Qiushui enter Xuandu, and wait for Lu Jing's opening..."

When Gu Chenxiao said this, he couldn't catch his breath, causing a severe cough.

Lu Jing's Yuanshen shot his whole body full of holes with an arrow before, and unimaginable pain hit him, making Gu Chenxiao suffer to the extreme.

But even so, when Gao Li saluted him again, that divine sense disappeared into nothingness, and Gu Chenxiao became even more excited.

With excitement and anticipation in his eyes, he looked up at the roof.

"If a genius like Lu Jing can get his flesh and bones, he will use them in my bone palace."

-

Spring rain eliminates residual frost!
The drizzle fish out, the breeze swallows diagonally.

Yue Lun sat in the sedan chair, and she was a little uncomfortable with the men's clothes on her body. The rugged mountain road was not bumpy, because Yue Luan knew that the four mountain ghosts were carrying the sedan chair.

She had a pale complexion, and came all the way from the country of Qi, and she was exhausted by boats and cars, but Yuelun didn't know what was waiting for her after going to Dafu.

She was born in an ordinary official family in Qi State. In such a world, being in an official's mansion is already a blessing, and his father was an official far away from the capital of Qi State, so he would not see King Qi Yuan every day, even more so. The best of luck.

In this way, the moon disc grows until it is 17 years old.

Until the day of her 17th birthday, many black faces from the Qi Kingdom suddenly broke into her family, and then... the current situation came into being.

At the age of 17, it is the time when the girl's thoughts are heavy. Originally, the moon was waiting in her boudoir, and she always looked forward to marrying a world-famous monk in the future, and walked the world with him, and never returned to Qi. .

But when she got on the sedan chair, Yue Lun had already decided in her heart that she would be given to a certain dignitary in Dafu.

Maybe it was a senior official who was dying and reeking all over his body.

Maybe it is an ignorant young master Da Fu who wanders in the land of smoke and willows all day long. If he has never practiced, he may die of the disease of flowers and willows like those young masters of Qi in his 30s.

Moon Lun was thinking wildly in her heart.

The sedan chair stopped suddenly.

The half-curved phoenix eyes of the moon ring hide amber, and the red lips are dotted with cherries. The picturesque eyebrows are a different kind of landscape in the spring rain.

She quietly opened the car curtain and looked up.

But the four mountain ghosts who were originally carrying the sedan chair had disappeared without a trace.

Eight monks were scattered around the sedan chair.

The unsmiling Gao Li Guitou Dao, who occasionally had a terrifying look in his eyes, stood on the edge of the cliff, looking up at the majestic city far away.

The other woman with a sword in her hand suddenly turned her head and said coldly, "Go back."

Yuelun shuddered, and hastily lowered the car curtain.

"There is no school of swordsmanship in Taixuanjing. It is rare to come to this world-famous city this time. I want to use what I have learned from the Jiange to meet the masters of swordsmanship."

Jian Qiushui reprimanded Yuelun, and looked at Taixuanjing in the distance as if Gao Li.

She also sighed in her heart... The city in the distance is indeed extremely prosperous and majestic.

Gao Li didn't turn around, and the voice came: "There are a few young masters of swordsmanship in Taixuanjing.

The most famous of them is Lu Jing. "

Jian Qiushui nodded slightly: "I have also heard of the name of Lu Jing's young leader.

It's just... the way of swordsmanship is more important than being good at it, and Lu Jingyuan is a fellow practitioner of martial arts, but he also cultivates both swords and swords, which makes me a little... doubtful. "

Gao Li turned his head, the ghost tattoo on his face was still shaking: "You are a disciple of Jiange of Qi State, you can use the sword in your hand to meet Lu Jing for a while."

Jian Qiushui just wanted to speak.

But Gao Li said: "The battle of swordsmanship is still in the second place, your cultivation level is higher than that of Lu Jing, maybe you can catch him by surprise, and you don't need to kill him, otherwise you won't be able to get out of Taixuanjing.

But if he could cut off his arm, he could also get back some face of Qi Guo. "

(End of this chapter)