Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

In April of Xuanping, Mengsu of the Ling family led 50,000 cavalry from Ningzhou all the way south, and captured Tongguan in one day. His victory shocked the Central Plains, and the Ling family's banner was planted on Tongguan. Echoing the banner on Guangnan Road, many people began to divert their attention.

The setting sun is like a wheel, making the surging Yellow River water appear brighter red. The shadows of the towering mountains on three sides of Tongguan also take on a magical color. A bright azalea sticks out from the mountain wall, bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun. Among them, there was a glimmer of vitality.

Meng Su sat on the top of the city wall and looked at the bustling flow of people in the small town below. In just half a month, the small town had returned to its former prosperity. There were still traces of thunder and lightning on the city wall, but the people below had long since restored their smiles. .

This is due to the Ling family's philanthropy on Shaanxi Road for so many years. The large farms in Weinan, the mines in Lingbao, and the farm medicine mountain in Tongguan. Wherever the Ling family is present, roads are built for free and schools are established for free, regardless of boys or children. All girls are taught free of charge until they are fifteen years old. You can borrow seeds and farm tools on credit for spring plowing, and hire labor for autumn harvest. The rent is low and the security is sufficient. In this area, the reputation of the Ling family is far greater than that of the Tian family, because the Tian family allows you to live. If you don't go on, the Ling family will not only give you a way to survive, but they will also sacrifice themselves to protect your life.

So as soon as his army arrived in Qinchuan and bypassed Chang'an City to get here, when they saw the Ling family's flag, some locals took the initiative to lead the way and even opened the small gate of Tongguan City. If not, I'm afraid that one day It is impossible to capture Tongguan and Jintuguan.

With Tongguan in hand, when He Li's army comes down, they can attack Chang'an City. In this way, Guanzhong and Hedong are in hand, forming an oppressive force on the Central Plains.

Unconsciously, her hand held Nuanyu again and gently rubbed it. Meng Su's eyes looked to the south again, and he didn't know where she was now. After receiving the news that she left the capital safely last year, the Ling family captured Guangzhou. After hearing the news from the South Road, knowing that the Ling family had raised the banner, Meng Su changed his own flag. Then, before the snow melted, Du Ming was left to fight against Dang Xiang. He led his army from the north down to kill those who were dissatisfied on the Shaanxi Road. The Northwest Army and Xiang soldiers fought all the way, and now only the 50,000 soldiers who were languishing in Chang'an City were closed and unable to leave.

Qingyu, when I conquer Chang'an, shouldn't it be time for you to come?

The sky is dim, the morning light shines faintly on Shaoshi Mountain, and the mist is shrouded, as if it is real or illusory.

The morning bell rang slowly, echoing in the forest. The door of Shaolin Temple was opened. The young monk holding a broom rubbed his eyes and went outside to sweep the floor. He heard a solemn and upright voice saying: This master, I am I came here as Master Kongwu made a three-year appointment, please let me know.

The young monk was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and saw two people standing on the big tree in front of the temple, holding reins in their hands, with dew on their shoulders. He thought they had been waiting here for some time, so he hurriedly saluted and said: The two donors are polite, Kongwu Master is still in seclusion and does not see outsiders.

The two people walked out from under the big tree. In the early morning sunshine, the person in front of them was as beautiful as a celestial being, but his face was as cold as jade, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

The young man said calmly: Please ask the young master to tell Kong Wu that the Ling family's Ye Shiyepo came as he promised three years ago.

The battle at Wolong Peak three years ago was a pain that Shaolin did not dare to mention. Kong Wu, who had always taken it as his duty to support justice, actually helped Zhou to harm and killed Yan San by mistake. Kong Wu was in seclusion for three years. This matter was known to everyone in the Shaolin Temple. .

However, after three years of seclusion, Kong Wu's strength has improved to a higher level. This boy is only sixteen or seventeen years old, how can he be his opponent? How dare you challenge me?

Please wait a moment, sir. I'll go and pass the message. The little monk gave another salute, dragged the broom and ran inside. In any case, this is the donor who came to the door, and he is not a little monk sweeping the floor. Can handle it.

Kongwu has been in seclusion for three years, and his skills have probably become even more refined. Even if Ye Shiyi has greatly improved his martial arts now, he will not be his opponent. Ye Po silently looked at Ye Shiyi's back. He brought himself here. Could it be that he wanted to give it to him by himself? He collected the corpses, right?

Yan Qi died of an old injury three years ago. Without him, there would naturally be no Yaoyue incident. Ye Shiyi lowered his eyes and covered up the trace of blood in his eyes. After defeating King Cheng's army, Xiao Se temporarily and Han Ziqing Reaching a consensus to deal with the remnants of King Cheng and the Wuling barbarians, he dispersed his men to chase Ling Qingyu. When he caught up with her in Xiangyang, he heard that Yan Qi was dead, and he felt severe pain in his heart. When he saw that look in her eyes again, My heart is broken.

Even if she didn't say anything to blame him, he still couldn't pass his level, so he came to Kong Wu to make an appointment, and he wanted to fight even if he died.

The mountain breeze blew by, making the leaves of the big trees in front of the temple rustle, and the sound of chanting sutras came from the temple gate.

Ye Po was concentrating his mind, secretly thinking about the appropriate movement and stillness of the Mohist swordsmanship, when he saw Ye Shi turning his head to look at the road up the mountain, and when his ears moved, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the mountain road.

The two looked at each other, took a few steps back and hid under the shadow of the big tree.

More than a dozen horses ran up from the mountain road. The first one was in his forties and frowned very seriously. The next one was a beautiful woman in red. The men following behind were all dressed in the same style with long swords hanging from their waists. At first glance, he looks like a martial arts family.

Arriving in front of the door, the middle-aged man raised his voice and said, Master Kongxuan, Luoyang Shui Lianqing wants to see you.

A monk in brown cassocks walked out of the door. After scanning all of them, he saluted: Water Donor, the abbot has said many times that I, a Shaolin disciple, am a member of the Buddhist sect and do not participate in secular affairs, so I would like to invite Water Donor. Let's go back.

Master Mingxu, now the puppet emperor of Bianjing is innocent, and the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty are in dire straits. Shaolin has always been responsible for supporting justice, how can we sit back and do nothing? Prince Duan'an has always thought about the people, and now he stands up for the people of the world, so Mingjun, Shaolin is not willing to support you either? Shui Lianqing said loudly.

Mingxu saluted again and said: Shaolin is an outsider and cannot interfere in worldly affairs. Donor Shui, there is no need to say more. Please leave quickly.

My father has come here to invite you again and again because of his long-term friendship with Shaolin. If you are so disrespectful, aren't you afraid that the king will send troops to attack you? Even if your Shaolin martial arts are world-class, you can't stop the king. Come on, army! The woman in red snorted coldly and said sternly.

Xiang'er! Shui Lianqing shouted loudly, and then saluted Mingxu: My little girl has no status. Master Mingxu, please don't be offended. It's just that what the little girl said is true. If Shaolin refuses to help the prince, I’m afraid it’s not easy to say to the county king.”

Mingxu, who had been bowing very politely, raised his head when he heard these words, looked at Shui Lianqing with a pair of tiger eyes, and then sneered: Three years ago, Donor Shui also said all kinds of good things. He persuaded Uncle Kong Wu to go to Xiangyang, and captured the people from the Red Mansion to Ning Yu, and then encouraged her to hold the martial arts conference for Lu Yao. When the incident happened, Shui Don did not show up at Wolong Peak. It was a good plan and a good heart. , but Master Kong Wu is still in seclusion out of guilt. Now, are you here to threaten us?

Shui Lianqing's face changed slightly, and Shuixiang next to her had already shouted: Then it can only be blamed on Ning Yu's lust for what happened. It was originally a great martial arts event, and my father also had good intentions!

Good intentions? Mingxu snorted and said, I'm afraid if there was no incident with the Ling family, you could have just let those martial arts sects who didn't obey Duke Duan'an's orders fight with the Demon Sect Red Mansion, and then you would have obtained the secret treasure of the Red Mansion yourself. , It's a pity that you didn't get anything when you went to Qingyun Peak, right?

Shui Lianqing took a deep breath, and then said: In this case, Shaolin is definitely not willing to cooperate with the prince. Then there is nothing Shui can do. You can take care of yourself.

It's easy to leave, but I won't send you off! Mingxu snorted.

Shui Lianqing snorted coldly, turned her horse's head, and saw two young men standing in front of them. Under the slanting sunlight, a layer of golden light floated on the two of them.

Master Ning! Looking at the young man's head raised in the sun, Shuixiang exclaimed, and then looked at Shui Lianqing timidly.

Master Mingxu, please close the door. The young man, who had already unsheathed his sword and was filled with murderous aura, said with a cold expression.

This is the pure land of Buddhism. If we want to attack you, can you move to another place? After looking at the murderous aura on the two young men, Mingxu silently took a step back, without closing the door, and stood on the threshold.

Anyone from the Ling family who can challenge Kong Wu is either super arrogant or really capable. And after all, for what happened three years ago, Shui Lianqing and Duke Duan'an were the culprits, and we had to let them go. Find the reason for that stupid uncle Kongwu.

Ning Ye? Shui Lianqing looked at the young man in front of him who was slowly drawing his sword and asked with a serious expression.

Ling Family Ye Shiyi! As soon as Ye Shiyi finished speaking, his body moved, and the cold light hit Shui Lianqing's face.

Shui Lianqing tiptoed, and he jumped up from the horse, spinning in the air like a flying flower. He could only hear the clanging sound of the sword blades intersecting. By the time Shui Lianqing landed on the ground, the two had already exchanged more than a dozen moves. .

The followers behind shouted and drew their swords one after another. A fierce wind of swords came towards them, and those who could not retreat were immediately covered in color.

Shui Lian Qing Jiang Hu ranked tenth, and there were many experts from the Shui family. Ming Xu was originally focused, waiting to rescue the two young men once they were defeated. After watching for a quarter of an hour, his eyes widened. His hands relaxed.

How could he have such strong internal strength at such a young age? And that move was something he had never seen before. The sword technique was wide open and closed, thick and concentrated, while the sword technique was light and cold, like the flying ice and snow in winter, beautiful but with overwhelming murderous intent.

I'm afraid that's the long-lost Mohist sword and Yue Nu sword. A low voice came from behind. Mingxu turned around and saw Abbot Kongxuan. He hurriedly bowed and saluted. Kongxuan waved and stood beside him to watch together. .

The Mo Family Sword and the Yue Girl Sword. Mingxu looked at the bald head emerging from the door and sighed in his heart. Are all the most powerful swordsmanship and swordsmanship in the Warring States Period in the hands of the Ling family?