The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

The grievances and grievances of the red shoes have come to an end, and their final sentence has nothing to do with the little monk.

The only thing that is certain is that all the ill-gotten gains accumulated by the red shoes over the years will be collected in the national treasury, and not even a single coin will be left to Nanwang.

Still thinking about using this money to recruit soldiers and buy horses to change the dynasty?Go dreaming!

The most urgent thing right now is the peerless sword debate on the night of the full moon.A few days in advance, the imperial palace has been completely under martial law, except for those who got the ribbon from Lu Xiaofeng's hand, no one is allowed to enter.

Although everyone knows that this is just a superficial effort.

Wang An didn't have martial arts, so it was easy to keep an eye on him.Following the trajectory of his actions in the past few days, the little emperor has already grasped a lot of names in his hands.The ribbon was also intentionally leaked to Wang An, otherwise how could this drama of inviting you into the urn continue?

In an anxious atmosphere, that day finally came.

The weather was not good, gray clouds hung in the sky, gloomy as if implying something.No one cares about whether the moon is round or not, because there is no moonlight at all.

The task of the little monk today is to guard the safety of the emperor, so the big scene in front of him was missed.But the little monk was not unhappy, the imperial dim sum had a special taste, and the little monk was full of praise for showing his half-grown front teeth.

The little emperor was also very satisfied, a few plates of snacks could be exchanged for a guard who could be called the number one in the world, this deal was not a loss.

Wei Ziyun secretly sent someone to spread the news, everything was planned, and sure enough, a group of people entered the palace with extra ribbons, and they seemed to be some quacks.The person pretending to be Ye Gucheng is very dedicated, and his acting skills are much better than some actors who specialize in stage performances.

All the actors are on stage, this big show finally starts with the sound of the gong!

Wang An knocked on the door respectfully: "It's late at night, please have a cup of tea, Your Majesty."

The little emperor knew what he was thinking, and pretended to be unhappy: "You don't need to serve me here, just step back."

"I have something for your majesty to show you." Wang An bent his back, like a prawn that has just been cooked in oil.

"I said you don't need to serve here." The emperor frowned, faintly aware of something.

As if Wang An didn't hear it, he clapped his palms.With light steps outside the door, he pushed open the closed door of the emperor's house, which symbolized the pinnacle of power.

The emperor looked at the face that was exactly the same as his, and sighed softly: "As expected, you are still here."

It was Prince Nan who pushed the door and came in. Such a reaction was obviously not in his preparation, so he could only reply stiffly: "How did you know I was coming?"

The emperor didn't answer, but said to himself: "If you are here, then your father should also be here."

The faces of the prince and Wang An suddenly changed.

Nan Wang sits in the palace today, how could he come to this wrong place!

What's more, they kept the prince's face a secret, how could the emperor know!

No matter how dull the brain is, in this situation, it should understand that things are out of control.Prince Nan's face turned pale, and he was trying to maintain his face, pinning all his hopes on Ye Gucheng.

The wind was getting tighter.

The big scene on the top of the Forbidden City has been over for a long time, but Ximen Chuuxue is still standing on the roof.

He is waiting for his identified opponent.

The emperor obviously didn't have the habit of letting people watch the crowds. The group of people who illegally entered the palace by illegal immigration had been arrested by Wei Ziyun and his inner guards according to the law. With Lu Xiaofeng who participated in the whole process.

And the important male supporting role in today's scene, Ye Gucheng.

The sword came before people arrived, and the point of the sword that condensed the moonlight seemed to fly from outside the sky. The eyes of Prince Nan Wang were full of hope and emotion, but he didn't expect that the direction pointed by the point of the sword was not the little emperor, but himself!

The sword energy cut through the long wind and pointed straight at Nan Wang Shizi's face!

The prince watched helplessly as a cold light came towards him with wind and thunder, his limbs were already paralyzed from fright, but he froze on the spot because of the sharp sword energy, he couldn't even move a little finger!

With a sword coming from the west, immortals fly from the sky.

This is Ye Gucheng.

It really is Ye Gucheng!

Wang An even closed his eyes in fear, for fear that the blood of Prince Nan's son would splash on him.

The point of the sword stopped firmly in front of Nanwang Shizi's nose, and the vertical and horizontal sword energy cut his proud face into countless small cuts. Bright red blood oozed out from the wound, flowing wantonly through his frightened eyes and trembling lips. .

Now how can he recognize the shadow of the emperor?If it is placed on the street, the legend of evil ghosts may spread the next day!

"You..." Prince Nan put his trembling hands on his painful face, wishing he could just faint.

The extravagant hope of a lifetime has just come to nothing, and the one who did it was the "one of us" he thought he had originally thought, how could he not hate it to the bone.

But before hating him, Prince Nan looked at the emperor's cold eyes, and finally couldn't help but collapsed on the ground when he thought of his fate...

The little emperor calmly watched Prince Nan collapse like a puddle of mud, looked up at Wang An who was trembling and wished to faint with Prince Nan, and even felt a little funny: "This is the person you found to replace me?"

Let Nan Wangshizi go to court, I am afraid that those old foxes will expose his skin as soon as he makes a sound!Even he and those old fox Zhou Xuan often feel powerless, just such a thing, why do they think that having the same face can replace him smoothly?

The civet cat is replaced by the prince... let's dream!

Wang An really didn't expect things to turn out like this, and even ignored the surrounding environment, he screamed in disbelief: "When did you rebel!"

Ye Gucheng was their most important pawn, Wang An couldn't figure out why he suddenly pointed his sword at Prince Nan.

"Rebellion?" Ye Gucheng sneered, his eyes were like swords.

Lu Xiaofeng saw that Ye Gucheng didn't want to say more, so he took the words consciously: "City Master Ye is a flying fairy, if you didn't force him, how could he have entered the world?"

This is pure nonsense.Wang An was so angry that his chest couldn't stop heaving, he was both angry and frightened, cold sweat slowly broke out from the tip of his forehead and nose, and he seemed to have aged ten years in a short time.

Tired of such drama, the emperor waved his hand to call in Wei Ziyun who had been waiting outside for a long time, and the two of them were dragged out like dead dogs.Thinking about it, the two of them couldn't survive the torture, and they might be able to vomit out the contents of their stomachs within three days.

The little monk didn't do anything all night, but he ate a lot of snacks. He couldn't be happier.

Ye Gucheng stands upright in the hall, aloof in white clothes, frosty sword and cold.

"I'm also somewhat interested in the discussion of swords between the two great swordsmen in the world." The obtrusive person finally disappeared, and the little emperor smiled kindly.

"Baiyun Island, please treat your Majesty equally." Ye Gucheng didn't want to talk so much nonsense, and was very straightforward.

The little emperor smiled sincerely: "They are all my subjects, so naturally I treat them equally."

"That's good."

Ye Gucheng turned around and stepped out of the door of the South Study Room, his momentum was rising steadily, and every step he took became sharper.At this moment, he is the sword.

But slowly, his aura changed, from the solitary bright moon in the sky to the moonlight in the world.The arrogant and sharp sword energy gradually melted—no, it didn't melt away, but melted into his body little by little.

Back to Basics!

At this time, Ye Gucheng finally left behind all the past, and his mind was clear and free from dirt.

His realm is completely different from a moment ago.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ye Gucheng's back, opened his mouth, but didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

If Ye Gucheng's martial arts enters the country, of course he will be happy for his friends!But at such a time, Ye Gucheng broke through the shackles, and another friend of his was still waiting to duel with Ye Gucheng!

Tonight, there may only be one of the two great swordsmen left in the world!

Except for the little emperor, everyone followed Ye Gucheng silently, silently watching his figure walking towards the top of the Forbidden City step by step, towards the seemingly destined agreement.

Ximen Chuuxue stood upright, like a tireless long sword.

Lu Xiaofeng raised his head from a distance, and could only see a little hazy white, as white as snow.

The little monk went straight to Hua Manlou and held his hand tightly.

"Huamanlou, I'm back."

Cold fingers clenched the little monk's warm hands, Hua Manlou smiled for the first time since entering the palace.

Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng stood facing each other, both in white clothes and long swords.

The dark clouds are dark, the north wind is howling, and the white clothes and black hair are fluttering at the same time.

Everyone was staring at this scene closely, and the air became thinner.

They raised their swords at the same time.

No one spoke, and there was no need to speak.Everything that should be said is already in the sword, and the words that are not necessary have already been said.

So they raise their swords.

The sky and the earth were dark, only two swords were left with light.Both swords are good swords and famous swords, but now in the eyes of everyone, there is only the person holding the sword.

The atmosphere became more and more stagnant.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue looked at each other, this was their identified opponent, no one else could do it except the other.Lu Xiaofeng is a friend, and the little monk is also a friend, only the person opposite is an opponent!

Sword tip to sword tip, no one moved.Everyone understood that they were testing, fighting, and looking for an opportunity to make a move.

The dark clouds gathered tighter and tighter, but the north wind gradually stopped.

Suddenly, two swords shot at the same time!Bright as the bright moon, as bright as the sun, it seems that even the heaven and the earth will be split together!

No one knew how many swords they used, or maybe there was only one sword, and everyone was intoxicated by the artistic conception of this sword.

There was still no moon in the sky, but they saw the moon!There are no snowflakes in the world, but they have touched snowflakes!

The moonlight and the snowflakes are contending, the snowflakes melt, and the moonlight is equally dim; the moonlight is gray, and the snowflakes cannot see through.

Their swords are competing, but they are extremely harmonious!

No one can describe the light of this sword, just as no one can look directly at the sun.

Such a sword, a shocking sword!

The sword stops, the dark clouds are still dark clouds, and there are still no snowflakes in the sky and the earth.Ye Gucheng's sword pierced Ximen Chuixue's heart, but Ximen Chuuxue's sword was on Ye Gucheng's neck.

The sword stopped, but people didn't wake up. Everyone was intoxicated and didn't want to wake up from this sword.

Only Lu Xiaofeng and the little monk exclaimed at the same time, the others were looking at the sword, but they were looking at the friend holding the sword!

Ye Gucheng drew out his sword, there was no blood on the tip of the sword, and there was no blood on Ximen Chuuxue's heart.

Ximen Chuuxue showed a smile, a strange smile, the smile of the sword god.

Everyone knows who won, but it doesn't matter anymore.The little monk rushed to Ximen Chuuxue's side, persistently wanting to look at his body.Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou stood together, laughing loudly.

If you don't laugh at this time, when else will you laugh?

A touch of coldness floated to the tip of the little monk's nose, and when he raised his hand, there was only a little trace of cold water.The little monk raised his head blankly, and countless white spots fell from the dark sky.

Snowing.