Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 232

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As calm as before, nothing seemed to shake the mood of the middle-aged deacon.

"coming."

Su Qinian replied that no matter how calm he was, he was not peaceful at the moment.

In this valley, he has too many deep impressions. The corner of the track of all his life is just in front of this Wangbi Lake.

A bamboo building, two ever-burning lamps, a Taoist priest, like reading at night.

"I'm going to Beijing."

It was like a coincidence, until he blurted it out, Su Qinian was a little surprised, he didn't understand why he said it suddenly, but he finally said it.

"Going to Beijing? Where are you going?"

Even if he asked, Taoist Jing Du was still calmer than the waveless lake in early summer.

"Taoist Academy." Su Qinian said.

"Taoist monastery, I've heard of it, it should be a good place." Taoist Jing Du nodded, "How long are you going to Chang'an?"

Su Qinian shook his head and said, "I don't know."

He really doesn't know how long he will stay, one month, two months, half a year, or a year, or until the end of the five-year period, until that day...

"Go." Jing Dudao said humanely, waving her hands, "It's getting late, and the sun sets and rests, it's already outdated."

After a while, Su Qinian turned and left. After all, he still couldn't hold back, and used his spiritual body to look at Taoist Jing Du.

It was a blazing ocean, as if it was wider than the sky.

After leaving Xiaoyao Valley, Su Qinian did not return to Qingyang Peak, but went directly down the mountain. He walked quietly, he was not used to parting.

This time alone on the road, this time to the capital Chang'an, this road has been killed.

……

This is a big city, square and square, with walls hundreds of feet high.

There is another city inside the city wall, named the Forbidden City, which is deep inside the palace lock.

Shang study.

In the hall that looks very spacious, there are a lot of memorials piled up in the hall with a radius of about [-] feet, but they are all neatly stacked. A middle-aged man who looks like a broad sky and has clear eyes is sitting on the dragon chair. The bright yellow robe, embroidered with light silver dragon patterns, is holding a vermilion pen at this time, circling dots on the memorials, and then put away by the eunuch beside him, and put them in a basket, ready to be handed over to the cabinet for disposal and supervision.

"Your Majesty, Li Concubine please see me."

A voice came from outside the study room. In front of the dragon chair, the dedicated figure just raised his head, looked at the bright moon rising above the sky outside the window, rubbed his brows, and said, "Xuan."

A beautiful woman who looks graceful and elegant, but doesn't seem to exist in the world, walks in. Her palace attire can't hide her dusty air.

"My lord, the child's time has passed, and you have passed the time."

On the dragon chair, the middle-aged man in a bright yellow robe put down his ink pen, got up and walked down, stood beside Concubine Li, looked out of the window again, and sighed: "Yes, it's time again, but the livelihood of the people in the world, how can I relax?" Myself, I probably use most of my cultivation to stay up late. I can stay up for one day, two days, one month, one year..."

Concubine Li shook her head and said: "The Holy One is the son of heaven, the son of all living beings, and a human being, so naturally he will be tired."

Hearing this, at this moment, the emperor of Han, who has power over the world and is arbitrary, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Unfortunately, there are not many people who can really understand me in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty. In the world of martial arts, I don't even understand, since I don't understand, then don't blame me for not remembering the old love, this world does not belong to me, nor does it belong to the entire martial arts world. More blood, more blood!"

After a pause, the Emperor Han in the bright yellow robe sighed: "I don't want to be the emperor of the Great Xia who has subjugated the country! That Great Xia dragon sparrow is still hanging on the mountain of the demon god. Perhaps one day, it will reappear in the world. I can feel that that day must not be too far away."

Concubine Li was slightly startled, and then fell silent. She knew exactly what kind of terrifying situation the person next to her pillow had gone to, and her grasp of the trajectory of fate was absolutely unprecedented, not to mention never seen before. These words show that everything in front of them is worse than what they saw.

"It took me nearly a hundred years to build the Hulong Villa, which gave many descendants of condemned prisoners a chance to come back. I am never afraid of resentment. I am only afraid that time is not enough. I can't wait."

There was an inexplicable meaning in the words of the Han emperor, and after decades of companionship, Concubine Li also learned something from it. Her eyes, which were purer than Moyu, froze slightly, and then seemed to think of something, and said : "My lord, one day ago, the child whom Hanyang valued went down the mountain and came towards the capital."

"Oh, that child in Hanyang has always had unexpected eyes." The emperor of Han raised his eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It should be three months."

Concubine Li said: "Yeah, three months are coming, and the person who the child was waiting for has also come, but it seems a little too impatient."

The Emperor Han in the bright yellow robe suddenly started. He pushed open the door of Shang's study to let the moonlight fall down. He was dressed in moonlight, and the robe was full of silver, and there was a sacred aura in his majesty.

"These three children are not simple."

Concubine Li was slightly stunned, with some doubts in her eyes, she suddenly couldn't understand, three children, who is the other one referring to?The eldest prince?Or the Seventh Prince?

Emperor Han didn't explain, and Concubine Li didn't bother to ask, she knew he would tell her, but he definitely wouldn't like it.

……

Marquis Ling's Mansion.

In the main hall, Ling Tong, who was dressed in green, was sitting on a big purple pear wood chair. He had a square face, thick eyebrows and no beard, and the moonlight was slanting westward outside the hall.

At this time, the butler in the light gray cloth robe came in and said, "The sixth kill of Jiuyou has been activated."

Ling Tong tapped the thick purple pear wood handrail with his finger, frowned and said, "Old monk Xu Ming wants to take advantage of the situation to cut over, but unfortunately, looking at it now, the past body is not so easy to cut, the fifth kill of Jiuyou, the fourth kill It's ironic to kill five kills."

The old butler didn't seem to hear it, and said again: "At least [-] masters of the Primordial Realm have appeared on the only way."

Ling Tong chuckled lightly, and said, "I'm afraid he won't be able to bear this honor, and he will be doomed."

"If he really came to Beijing." The old housekeeper said again.

"If it's really going to Beijing." Ling Tong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled, "So what if I went to Beijing?"

……

The road to Beijing is not easy!

Compared with when Su Qi came here, this should be a way home, but it is more difficult than he imagined.

Wudang Mountain, on Tianzhu Peak, the Golden Summit of the Taihe Palace.

Taoist Ning pushed open the palace door, and saw the thin old man sitting cross-legged on the futon and dozing off in the main hall.

"Master." Taoist Ning bowed.

The old man opened one eye and quickly closed it, grunting louder and louder.

Taoist Ning showed a look of helplessness. I don't know when he has been in this tired and lazy look. Fifty years, sixty years?Or eighty years, one hundred years.

With a thought in his mind, he stretched out his hand to hold it, and a ball of water condensed in the sky above the futon.

On the futon, the old man suddenly jumped out, his snow-white beard and hair were all raised, his eyes widened, and he scolded: "Rebel! Do you want to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors!"

Taoist Ning smiled wryly, waved his hand, the water polo dispersed, and said again: "Master, this disciple is confused."

"What confusion, Master, I am sleepy too, go away, go away, are you a ghost knocking on the door at night!"

The thin old man didn't pay attention at all, and with a wave of his sleeves, Taoist Ning appeared outside the palace in a blink of an eye, and the palace door closed with a bang.

The peaceful Taoist Ru Ning couldn't help jumping a little at this moment, cursing: "Damn old thing!"

Bang!

The next moment, a shoehorn mark appeared silently below his waist on the back of his pure purple Taoist robe inlaid with gold. Go out, pass through layers of clouds and mist, and fall towards the foot of Tianzhu Peak.

……

Three days later.

Jingdao, Ankang Prefecture, Ziyang County.

A young man with a blood-stained shirt and pale complexion appeared in front of the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city looked at each other, and just about to step forward to check, they saw a token that was neither gold nor silver. Although it was just a glimpse, it was enough to make them look in awe and let the way open.

This is the order to protect the dragon, the holder of the order, the dragon guard of the Dragon Guard Villa.

Entering Ziyang City, Su Qi let out a young sigh. These short four days were not easy for him. If it wasn't for the powerful spiritual power endowed by "Ecstasy Dafa" and the astonishing perception of the spirit body, he would He had sensed the danger earlier, so he might not be able to stand here intact now. Even so, in the past four days, he has encountered many dangers. Even half an hour ago, he just got rid of the trap of a first-class Primordial Realm master. Chased, but was still affected by Wu Zhu's palm, hurting his inner organs.

This is already the fifth first-class Hunyuan Realm master he has encountered along the way. Fortunately, there is not only one person hiding in the dark. "Dragon Pile" has an astonishing speed, as well as the divine spirit body, coupled with the mystery of the soul deterring technique, this is how to walk out of the Hubei Road and enter the territory of the Jing Road.

But good luck often ends at the moment of entering the city.

At the moment before Su Qinian was about to walk out of the tunnel, a beam of sword light pierced obliquely from the ground without any warning, piercing out from the vacuum.

This is a bloody, cold true meaning of swordsmanship, a strange yet familiar aura.

Jiuyou's sixth kill!

Su Qinian, whose green shirt was stained with blood, seemed to have expected it long ago, and the red gold long knife was drawn out of its sheath like lightning, and lay across in front of him like lightning, blocking this lore sword.

clang!

There was a huge force coming from the blade, and when Su Qinian breathed out his majestic and cold zhenqi, he stepped back, and the bluestone bricks under his feet shattered piece by piece, and the force did not dissipate until ten feet away.

Woo!

There was another ray of saber light, the moment Su Qinian stood still, he slashed from the side. (Ask for a guaranteed monthly pass, ask for a subscription, genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu!)

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