Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 236 Entering a City and Meeting a Person

(This chapter is the chapter I am most satisfied with when I wrote Chunyang so far in ten steps. Please subscribe! Well, I wish Shishi a happy birthday)

After the morning rain, the official road was a bit hot and dry. On the shaft of the car, the head of the Li family said indifferently: "Cheng Yingxuan, a first-class Hunyuan Realm peak, Ganlong Daoist, who was taught by the dilapidated third-rate sect Rui Jinmen [-] years ago, Having inherited a first-class martial arts "Sharp Golden Palm" that lost its true inheritance, and later luckily obtained a half-step top-notch inner strength mental method "Lighting Golden Dao Code", since then it has soared into the sky, and "Sharp Golden Palm" has also been re-understood and born. Sincerely, the highest was once only one step away from the Hunyuan list, and now it is still only one step away, with no relatives or reasons."

The chief executive spoke slowly, but every time he uttered a word, the eyes of the old figure standing with his hands behind his back on the official road froze and his muscles tensed up. When the chief executive finished speaking, Cheng Yingxuan's expression changed slightly. He shouted, "Who the hell is Your Excellency!"

"Retire, or die." The response to him was still the original sentence.

Cheng Yingxuan laughed. He laughed wildly. He was dressed in a gray robe without wind, dancing on the ground like a piece of gray sky. The sharp and icy air flow overflowed, and cracks appeared silently on the ground. It criss-crossed, like a spider web, spreading towards the surroundings.

It is unimaginable that a person's aura can be so strong and radiant as the might of the sky, the earth trembles for miles around, desolate forests collapse, giant trees collapse, and a pale vacuum like a flood envelops the land ten miles away in an instant .

In the carriage, everything remains the same.

Su Qinian glanced at Li Chengdao, the young man didn't react at all, as if he didn't care about everything outside, but he frowned slightly, turned the pages slightly slowly, and there was disgust and coldness in his eyes undisguised.

In just a few breaths, he returned to his original state. I don't know if it was because he had already expressed his views, or something else. In short, his gaze sank into the fragrance of ink again, without any disturbance.

Su Qinian narrowed his eyes slightly, the rippling curtains couldn't block his gaze, and likewise, the pale vacuum that began to distort couldn't block the gaze of the chief executive of Li's residence on the shaft.

So, he set out.

An index finger zoomed in instantly, higher than the mountain, and then fell down, the sky became dark and there was no sun.

Immediately afterwards, the light came again, and the sunshine after the darkness made Su Qinian feel warm, even if it was only a moment of darkness, he didn't want to relive the feeling at that moment.

Someone felt the same, but unfortunately he is dead.

Cheng Yingxuan, an old man nearly one hundred and five years old, with a light gray robe, stood quietly on the official road, his eyes were sharp, and he remained motionless until three carriages passed by, and after a long distance, a breeze blew However, this standing old man was like sand blown by the wind, as if he had never existed in this world.

After a few breaths, beside the official road, on top of ancient trees, beside streams, on top of rocks, on both sides of this official road, more than ten figures appeared silently, most of them were old people, even if they had a middle-aged face , and the hair on the temples is like frost.

It is undeniable that these people are very strong, with intertwined energies, and the entire sky has become dark, but it is also undeniable that they are all old, and their breath is not as good as the early summer grass on the roadside. Standing there, this Tiaoguandao entered late autumn ahead of schedule.

And the severe winter is not far away.

"It's him!"

"The blacksmith in the Southern Tang Dynasty and Li's concierge in the Northern Tang Dynasty all wanted to kill Li."

Someone spoke, with a dry voice and helplessness. They didn't expect that this young man had already planned everything. Similarly, they didn't expect that this young man could afford the price. From now on, the only thing they could think of was , it's time to find a place to bury my bones, a place where I can sleep forever without being disturbed, and it's best where it's like spring all year round.

……

Many times, what seems like a big trouble to oneself is nothing to others.

Today's Su Qi Nian has a deep understanding of this point. Sitting in the carriage, he has not encountered any trouble since the moment he first left Ziyang City, and the journey has been peaceful, so calm that Su Qi Nian felt a little unreal.

Similarly, this kind of tranquility makes it easier for people to have a lot of thoughts, which has nothing to do with practice. In this world, no matter who they are, they will always leave traces of one kind or another. When these traces are intertwined and concluded, they become A net, looking at yourself in the net, you can see the whole life.

Suddenly being able to approach Chang'an City in such a calm and calm manner, Su Qinian found that he seemed to resist it, but in fact, he was really not ready yet.

Entering Ziyang City was the only choice, and doing business with Bei Li was also expected, but the only thing he didn't expect was that Bei Li's background was much deeper than he imagined.

The result of the easy achievement of the goal was that he felt it was too fast.

I felt that it was useless to be fast, because even if the chariot was pulled by ordinary horses, no matter how steadily they walked, they would approach the city three days later.

……

Marquis Ling's Mansion.

The lights in the main hall never go out, even in the daytime when the sun is shrouded in the bright sun.

Ling Tong stood in front of the hall door. He looked like a serious middle-aged man with a square face. At this time, he looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky. Standing beside him was an old housekeeper in a light gray cloth robe.

"Beili?"

Suddenly, this noble and noble Lord Ling smiled, he smiled peacefully, and even his eyes were warm, and said: "This is a bit beyond my expectation, but since we are here, it's good. Those who go out from here, it is good to come back, those who miss the past will never be a person who is too cold-blooded..."

The old housekeeper didn't speak, just stood there quietly, his face was expressionless, he seemed to have gotten used to everything in front of him, and seemed to have forgotten all the emotions he should have at his age.

Chang'an City, here we come!

The voice of the chief manager of Li's mansion sounded, the old man's voice was as gentle as usual, but Su Qinian was struck by lightning, which made Li Chengdao in the carriage raise his eyebrows, glanced at him lightly, and then joined hands He read the book like this all the way, and he didn't say a word to Su Qinian from the beginning to the end, but he could feel his unrest, and all these unrests reached their peak at this time, and returned to calm.

Taking a deep breath, Su Qinian lifted the curtain in front of him. The sky was setting, and he could see clearly that not far ahead, a magnificent city was located on the ground. The vicissitudes of the ancient city wall were as high as hundreds of feet. , crawling in the very center of this territory.

Chang'an!

He looked up and looked at the stone carvings on the city gate, which were written by the first Han emperor himself.

The familiar yet unfamiliar city gate is familiar because he has lived in this city for nearly ten years, and unfamiliar because he has only seen it a few times since he entered the city when he was a child and left the city last year.

Checking the identity document, entering the city, except that it is more stringent than ordinary state capitals, there is not much difference, but the garrison guarding the city gate is of a higher rank, and after knowing Su Qinian's identity, the eyes that look at him are also different. As surprised as ever, only recovering faster.

This is Chang'an, the capital city belonging to the Han emperors of all dynasties, where winds and clouds gather, and where strong men gather.

Therefore, even if they found out that the young man in front of him was Su Qinian, the leader of Wudang Qingyang Peak who has recently become famous all over the world, the soldiers guarding the city gate were not surprised for a long time. In and out, winter and summer, how many masters, they are the Xiaobo people who have truly witnessed the years.

"Brother Su, we're here." After entering the city, in the carriage, Li Chengdao, who had read all the way, finally spoke.

Su Qinian glanced at him and said, "Okay."

He got out of the carriage, and as for the promise he had made to that moon and rain, he would naturally not forget it, but now it seemed that the boy didn't want to learn it for the time being.

However, there are always times when he wants to learn, Su Qinian believes that he will stay in this city for a long time, so this young man of the Li family will mainly study in the Royal Academy, so there is still time.

As for whether the young master of the Li family, who has no fame and no military power, can enter the Royal Academy, Su Qinian has no doubts. He is no longer the young man who was escorted out of Beijing in a prison car, and he also understands that this In the world, there has never been absolute, there are people who have grievances, and there are grievances, there are rivers and lakes, people are rivers and lakes, and people are the way out.

Bowing to the chief executive of the Li family on the shaft of the chariot, Su Qinian turned and left.

On the shaft of the chariot, Yi Xin pointed to Li Sha with a pensive expression. He looked a little old, but his eyes were gentle and sharp. Looking at Su Qinian's leaving back, the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, revealing an unspeakable smile.

Heaven Prison.

In Chang'an City, this is an eternal taboo. There are too many felons and death row prisoners held in the sky prison. Whether it is temples or rivers and lakes, thousands of years have passed. No one knows how many people have been imprisoned there. The dead bodies transported out of the prison are enough to fill a cemetery on the outskirts of Chang'an.

Therefore, there are very few dandies in Chang'an City, and the rich ladies are willing to go out to play in the city, because what is most common in the suburbs is not the warm spring and the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, but the graves of different sizes, some with tombstones, and some are just a single grave. In some, there is only one clothes tomb left, and in others, the graves are in a mess, with animal paw prints intertwined, and even the bones are hard to find.

Walking in the city of Chang'an, he walked through familiar streets. The closer he got there, the less crowded it became. Su Qinian was in a complicated mood. He understood that even if he got there at this time, it was impossible for him to see his parents, because the death row prisoner was a prisoner. Those who are forbidden to visit, even on the day of beheading, there will be no warmth or warmth, this is the rule of the prison.

And the only person who could see him was that person.

When he came to this city suddenly, apart from the withered monastery, Su Qinian had many doubts in his heart. He believed that if he found that person, he might find the answer. (This chapter is the chapter I am most satisfied with when I wrote Chunyang so far in ten steps. Please subscribe! Well, I wish Shishi a happy birthday)

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