Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1203 The imperial city is near the sea, and the emperor has no words!

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Nanzhao, Wuhuang Palace.

This is an unremarkable middle-aged man dressed in a cloth robe. If it weren't for the snow-white jade-like dragon tooth hanging on his chest, no one would have noticed that this is the current emperor of Nanzhao. A Master of Destiny who has been involved in good fortune.

At this moment, the contemporary emperor of Nanzhao is standing on the observatory, looking far away, gazing at the starry sky and the end of the earth. This is the highest point of the imperial city, the bright moon is close, and he can pick up the stars with his hands, but he can't escape the chill of winter. It is colder than other places.

Nothing is twisted, white hair mixed with a few strands of ink, this is a rosy complexion, the same ordinary, even ordinary old man stepped forward and stood side by side with him.

"Taixuan, do you think Nanzhao will perish?"

The Nanzhao emperor's tone was serious, and then he took a deep breath, as if muttering to himself: "I don't want to be a subjugated slave, and I don't want to be the first sinner of the human race after five thousand years..."

"The holy man governs martial arts with martial arts, and the people of the people..."

"It is my duty to protect the people, but I can't even keep my own people!"

The Son of Heaven of Nanzhao sighed. From this observatory, one can overlook the entire Wuhuang City. Unlike the fish, dragon and lantern dancing in the past, which was always bright all night, today's Wuhuang City is particularly deserted. When he came out, he thought he had already left the city.

The only ones left are some old people or beggars who are elderly with inconvenient legs and feet, and some businessmen who are stubbornly guarding their ancestral business. They have sweated here and worked hard all their lives. It is probably the thought that has been buried here for a long time.

The white hair dances lightly, the moonlight on the stargazing platform is cold and bright, and the few remaining strands of ink seem to blend into the night. The sorcerer and daoist's eyes are deep and deep, and he said leisurely: "It's too early, I, Nanzhao I can't become a sinner of the human race...it's too witchy, let alone."

The emperor of Nanzhao was slightly startled, and saw a figure in a gray cloth robe and waistcoat, with iron chains on his back, appearing on the observatory.

"Taixuan, you..."

For example, the emperor of Nanzhao turned his destiny, grasped the fate of the country, and looked down at the world. At this time, he couldn't help being moved, but he didn't know what to say, and it all turned into a sigh in the end.

"I have betrayed the world, I have betrayed the sorcerers, and I have even betrayed the sages of the human race!"

The Daoist Tai Wu only shook his head. The current five kingdoms of the human race are far from ready. Every year has a special meaning. What is the Golden Crow Kingdom in the South Sea.

"The nine demon saints are coming back..."

Bai Sheng said in a deep voice, even though he was carrying an iron chain on his back, he stood upright, with his spine pierced through every joint, like a pine on a cliff that has been blown by wind and rain for years, and like a thunderbolt, it would rather break than bend green bamboo.

"We will guard this land eventually!" The Taoist Master Taiwu solemnly said.

……

As the sun rose and the moon set, on the last day of the Wuhuang City, there were quite a few more figures, not the returnees, but martial arts figures from various sects of Nanzhao gathered from all directions, and even a large number of martial arts masters from the Four Kingdoms. He was dressed in dust and dust, but he didn't care about washing up, so he squeezed into the restaurant and tea shop that had just started cooking, and after a while, a waiter brought up steaming steamed buns and a big bowl of thick beef bone soup.

Rejecting the money from many martial arts people, the old shopkeeper with wrinkled face, but glowing red boiled the soup by himself. The snow-white beef bones were boiled over and over again, and finally softened into slag. The soup was added pot after pot. until all the beef bones were exhausted, and it became dull, crowded the small hall of the restaurant, sitting on the ground everywhere, many martial arts people who have always been bold and unrestrained, but no one said a word.

Chew the steamed buns carefully, and swallow the hot soup slowly, because they understand that maybe this will be the last thing they take away from this world.

In the evening of that day, a young man about ten years old, dressed in a coarse white robe, walked into Wuhuang City.

The already sluggish imperial city, after the gathering of many martial arts professionals, the bonfire rises, like a spark falling on the earth, showing a different kind of prosperity.

"Little brother, this is not the place for you."

Some martial arts practitioners were startled, and then someone said, and even a man with a swollen face and scars on his bare shoulders made a nasty voice, and shouted, "Little bastard, why are you joining in the fun, get out! Remember, go north!"

Su Qinian smiled, only shook his head slightly, then looked at the man, and said seriously: "I'm very strong."

The man glared, and was about to make a move, but the old beggar who was holding a cigarette pouch held his shoulders, sighed, and said, "Let him go."

Let him go!

The man snorted, turned his head, grabbed the wine jar on the ground, and took a big gulp, but his face was flushed with choking, which caused a burst of laughter on the long street. It's different, you will be slightly drunk after two ounces, and you can forget about half a catty forever.

Always have some hope!
The old beggar knocked the ashes in his cigarette pouch and glanced at the south, feeling a little absent-minded.

At the entrance of the restaurant, Su Qinian took a bowl of bland beef bone soup and two beef buns just out of the steamer. Tang Shui smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man, I'm very strong."

The old shopkeeper just shook his head, and many martial arts practitioners who were resting in the restaurant looked sideways. In the past, they always felt that these young people were hot-blooded, immature and ridiculous, but now they feel that this kind of blood is more like they were killed in this stormy world. After a long period of silence, the polished sharpness revives in the heart, exposing the sharpened edges and corners.

It was a long night, and the bright moon was far away. Someone hummed a little tune from his hometown. The earthy dialect was hard to understand, but it made people feel emotional, and couldn't help but clenched their fists secretly.

If...after tomorrow, he is still alive, he must go home and have a look.

This kind of thought is like a plague, breeding in every corner of the Wuhuang City, until the distance is white, the moon is slanting westward, and at the last moment before dawn, someone drank the last sip of strong wine and broke the wine gourd. The imperial city seemed to have been reborn and revived again.

One after another figures rose from the ground, some were old, some were vigorous, some were immature, some were graceful... The same thing was that every figure was tall and straight, with their backs like dragons, swaying upwards.

"I want everyone to live!"

Wuhuang Palace, on the stargazing platform, the contemporary emperor of Nanzhao, who has not slept all night, has a low tone, more like the clang of a sword, can penetrate the void, and his eyes are a little hot to grasp the destiny. At this moment, whether it is anxiety, regret, anger, or sigh, everything Abandoned, as the emperor of a country, there is always something that needs him to do, and from the day he ascended the throne, he is no longer just a person, but the master of this land and the guardian of this land .

Bai Sheng laughed!

Carrying an iron chain on his back, he had a bright smile on his rough face. He had never felt that there would be such a moving view overlooking the Wuhuang City from the observatory.

"Sign up, get out of town!"

"mighty……"

The sorcerer and Taoist master chanted, a generation of destiny masters led the way, the gate of the Wuhuang Palace was wide open, and the thirty-six concubines in the harem were lined up on the left and right. The palace skirt, dressed in bright armor, carries a sword on her back, and wants to go out with the king.

There was also the Prince of Nanzhao, with a group of princes and daughters, who had already stood guard in front of the palace gate. The Emperor of Nanzhao nodded slightly at them, and strode towards the south gate of Wuhuang City.

Abandoning the royal status, these are his wives and children, and they should contribute to the land that gave birth to them.

This is……

After the emperor of Nanzhao and the Taoist master Tai Wu stepped out of the palace, another figure appeared behind them, which immediately attracted the attention of all directions.

Too witchy Bai Sheng!
This pure yang master who has once again become famous in the world recently is because it is rumored that he killed the eldest brother of the contemporary Golden Crow Emperor of South China Sea, Jin Fu, a generation of demon emperor, in Wulun Mountain.

But at this moment, this one was walking with his head held high, but he was carrying iron chains. The iron chains collided and clanged, as if playing the prelude to an ancient battle song.

"Senior White, you..."

Someone was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, his shoulder was held down by an older person around him. Just as he was about to break free, he felt the hand holding his shoulder tremble. .

The old man shook his head and said nothing, but his eyes were a little red. After decades of wind and rain, he thought that his heart had already been frozen and the sky was falling, but he didn't expect that when he was about to fight, his mind was still confused. Dao Baisheng's contemporaries, how can they not know this person's strength of character and temper, and know more clearly what the iron chains of Dao mean.

Harder than picking up is putting it down, and after putting it down... harder to pick up.

The long street is silent, the dawn is silent.

Su Qinian remained silent, his eyes became more and more calm, like the sea of ​​stars before the embankment burst, gorgeous and magnificent.

Rumble!
Finally, the south gate of Wuhuang City was opened, and the sea breeze that smelled more fishy than salty came oncoming.

Nanzhao Wuhuang City stands facing the South China Sea.

Standing on the dark red sandy beach outside the south gate is a monument without inscriptions. It has no guardrails, but it is spotless. It faces the South China Sea and its back faces Nanzhao.

Walking out of the south gate, the emperor of Nanzhao stopped in front of the wordless stele, knelt down, bent over, and cast his body on the ground.

This obeisance is to pay homage to the ancestors, to the first emperor of Nanzhao, and it is a short distance below the stele without words.

The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the society!
Standing up again, the emperor of Nanzhao raised his feet and stepped over the wordless stele, standing in front of the stele.

No one can step over, my country!

Looking back five thousand years, goodbye is already a newcomer!

Woo!
At this moment, at the end of the black-like South China Sea, a heavy horn sounded, and a little golden light bloomed at the end of the world. Although it was the South China Sea, it seemed that the sun was rising, dispelling the last darkness before dawn, like a boat made of gold. , like a warship sailing out of the sea of ​​the sun. (Genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps! Finally, I have regained some of the previous feeling.)
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