Sir, this sword is a keepsake

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Liang Guoyong and the early autumn of 18 years.

"Report, all the traitors in Xiliang Fanzhen have been executed, a total of 220 people."

"It's not in vain that I've been thinking about it for several months. I'm having a banquet tonight!"

It was night, the lights were brightly lit, Pingxiantai was full of singing and dancing, and the sound of wine was bursting.

The emperor leaning forward and backward was all smiles.

"Yes, it's Skyfire."

The naked and beautiful woman suddenly exclaimed in surprise, her arms like lotus root joints were raised, pointing vaguely to the west sky.

The laughing and laughing Pingxiantai fell into dead silence for an instant, like a pot of boiling water suddenly freezing into ice.

The emperor looked up, frowning.

That's not Skyfire.

He glanced at the man in black in the distance.

"National Division."

The man in black just glanced at the night sky before, but he was silent and fell to his knees with blood oozing from his knees.

The emperor looked at the sweaty, trembling national teacher, shook his head, stood up, and walked to the woman who called "Skyfire" just now, "My concubine, what kind of fire is that? It's Yinghuo!" star."

Seeing the emperor getting up, the woman stood up immediately and said respectfully:

"Fluorescent Star?"

"En." The emperor pondered for a moment, then said softly: "I think you Chicheng people are not familiar with astrology, and within the Nine Clans, let your parents go, don't you want to thank you?"

The woman was slightly startled, but before she could react, she felt pushed back by the burly and powerful man in front of her, lost her balance, fell on her back, and her frail body jumped out of the wall.

The screams cut through the veil of the good night like an awl.

But it was only for a very short moment, after a muffled impact, Pingxiantai fell into dead silence again.The rest of the people didn't frown an inch, drinking wine as if nothing had happened.It was as if what had just happened was just a tacit nightmare.

The emperor folded his arms and looked at the brightness of the western sky.

"What a beautiful Yinghuo Shouxing."

The next day, all the yellow-mouthed children in red clothes in the seven prefectures of Daliang went to the street and sang together as if they were under witchcraft, "The spring breeze blows, the spring breeze blows, and the spring breeze blows over the grass. Xu."

On the third day, the Shenwu Pavilion was established and was ordered by the emperor. The twelve scouts in the pavilion each had their own unique skills to deal with matters related to the "Spring Breeze" rumor.

In the next month, some people died silently on their own beds, and some people were found lying dead in the streets and alleys, wild trails by the river.

For a time, the whole country was in fear, and everyone was in danger.All things related to the word "spring" are changed to try to protect themselves.

First, more than a dozen court ladies were shot in the palace, and then the court officials "cleaned" the personnel affairs of their own mansions, and the well-informed wealthy families followed suit.

Therefore, when Yichunfang, a restaurant in the capital of Luoyang, was changed overnight and renamed Zuixianglou, almost everyone knew the reason.The boss even burned all the old books and ancient books that recorded Yichunfang and ordered people to reedit them as soon as possible to whitewash and correct them.

Large and small brothels, teahouses, poems, songs, Fu Yingying, Yanyan, etc. all have new names. Not only that, personnel affairs are also involved in things, and all kinds of famous dim sum have new names.If the waiter and the shopkeeper, who couldn't change their words for a while, blurted out their original names, they would be heartbroken, and they were afraid that officers and soldiers would step into the store the next day to question their crimes.

Emperor Liang was very satisfied when he heard the scout's report, so he set his sights further afield.

Confucianism breaks the law with literature, and chivalry breaks the ban with martial arts—who knows if there are any dragons hiding in the rivers and lakes, just waiting for a spring breeze to turn into rain, eager to turn into a dragon?

Emperor Daliang came to Zangshu Pavilion and took out a book that had been shelved.

There is still one year left for the agreement made 20 years ago, and it will come to an end.He licked his lips, his eyes full of greed.

Flipping through the book that recorded the various martial arts schools and moves, his eyes fell on the four large characters.

"Yongxia Villa."

The turmoil at the frontier and at sea has occupied his whole body and mind for these years. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the name of the sword technique of Yongxia Villa.

"Spring and Autumn Nineteenth." There is a string of notes below the four big characters written in black and white:

"Yongxia Mountain Villa for a hundred years, thousands of miles of spring and autumn swordsmanship."

Accompanied by a contemptuous sneer, he strode out of the Book Pavilion and spoke softly to the empty corridor.

"Laughing wind."

"exist."

A black figure appeared ten steps away, and seemed to have been standing there for a long time.

"Among the twelve scouts, you are the fastest. Go to Qingzhou for me."

After speaking, he threw the booklet in his hand to the person called mocking wind.

"Let the people of Yongxia Villa send the Spring and Autumn Sword Art into the palace."

"Yes."

"I want Shen Yucheng to deliver it in person."

"Yes."

"Just say that I miss him, and let him enter the palace to drink with me."

"Yes."

However, the third "yes" does not sound very confident, because the ridicule was a little confused for a while: the emperor's attitude towards Yongxia Villa seemed a little unpredictable.

Immediately afterwards, the emperor's next explanation made him even more convinced that the owner of Yongxia Villa, Shen Yucheng, had a different relationship with the present Shengyou.

"The other small shrimps and fishes above, all those with the word "spring", if the practitioners abolish their meridians within three days after receiving this order and submit the isolated records of martial arts, they will not be held accountable."

Xiaofeng roughly flipped through the books, and probably had an idea in his mind, and waited to confirm that the emperor had no more orders before leaving.When he left, he clearly saw a hint of anticipation on the emperor's face.

Xiao Feng, who is not allowed to perform light kung fu in Miyagi, slowly walked down the steps and walked along the avenue.Walking outside the palace gate, something strange appeared on his pale face——

Just now, out of the corner of his eye, he clearly caught a glimpse of a cloud shadow remnant in the sky, and now he thinks he flew into the clouds.

Why didn't the people from the Imperial City Division shoot and kill?Whether he didn't see it at all or let it go on purpose... Such a thought flashed in Xiaofeng's mind.

……

In a place where the mocking wind could not see, the snow-white pigeon fled away from the magnificent golden imperial capital, flew across the vast plains, and headed southwest all the way.

A few days later, thousands of miles away, there were no peaks in the distant mountains, and a Taoist priest in light robes was facing the cliff with strange rocks, staring at the sky motionlessly.He saw the pigeon undulating among the blue clouds like a snowflake that had strayed into the world by mistake, and his heart was shocked suddenly.

That's no ordinary carrier pigeon, it's a dumb sparrow.He hadn't seen the dumb sparrow for many years, and he hadn't seen the dumb sparrow's owner for many years.

The dumb sparrow slowly landed on his shoulder, the faint breath of the old man was still there, and before the nearly hundred-year-old Taoist felt the change of the sun and the moon, he saw a snow feather slipping off the dumb sparrow.

He raised his hand and clamped it with two fingers, placed it between his eyes, concentrated his energy, closed his eyes and then opened them again—suddenly, the wings in his hand melted like snow.

There was worry in the Taoist priest's eyes: so that's the case, otherwise the younger brother wouldn't take the risk to send the letter.He glanced at the old man's "relic" - the dumb sparrow, and sighed: "Let's go."

The dumb bird flapped its wings and flew to the sky again.

The wind blows from all directions, gathering clouds from all directions, the hovering petite body was blown over several times, like a speck of dust in the huge world.

However, without waiting for the old man to help, it fell for a while, seemed to gradually get familiar with the wind direction, and once again rushed towards the sky with all its might.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist priest's frowning forehead slowly flattened out.

The mayfly shakes the tree, and the mayfly goes to the sea. Every inch and every breath is full of vitality. Is this the message that the junior who has been a national teacher for many years wants to tell himself?