I am immortal.

Chapter 130 Slash!
Zhongzhou Fucheng · In a separate courtyard.

"Hahaha, why are you being so polite?"

"If you have free time, then the hall will naturally go to see the scenery of Zhongzhou that Qing and the others mentioned."

"Just listening to Qing and other descriptions, I am already happy in my heart, and I don't really yearn for it, but you also know that I am busy with work, and the daily arrangements have been prepared. I have woken up from the time of sunrise and the morning dew. , every night at three o'clock, I can rest, but I don't know when and when I can go to have a look."

"His Highness is so diligent, it is the fortune of this dynasty."

"It is also the luck of the people in the world!"

"Hahaha, why are you talking like those sycophants?"

A handsome man was holding a scroll, and was turning his head to chat with a majestic man, talking about all the elegant things in Zhongzhou, laughing and praising from time to time, and after a while, the majestic man got up and left, the handsome young man smiled and said: "Mr. Busy, this hall is here only for some private matters, so I won't keep you here."

There was a pause in the voice, and then he joked: "Otherwise, I won't be able to use you if I get the name of a high-ranking local official."

The majestic man smiled and said: "Everyone knows that His Majesty values ​​His Highness the Crown Prince very much."

"We are not afraid of the shadow slanting, so we don't worry about it."

The young man said: "You still have to be on guard."

The majestic man laughed a few times, and cupped his hands: "Hahahaha, of course, His Highness doesn't need to send you off anymore, I will take my leave."

The young man got up and saw the man off with a smile, then sat down peacefully, holding a scroll in his hand, raised his head, wondering what he was thinking, and suddenly said calmly: "Is everything done?"

"Yes."

"Take it out and have a look."

A young man who was not as feminine as a man walked out, bowed to salute, poured tea for the prince, and then bowed back.

When he came out again, he was holding a tray in his hand.

On the tray, store one thing.

It was a roll of white silk with names written in black characters. They were left by the army. The last one was Cen Yungui, who was 55 years old and joined the army at the age of sixteen. The battle of the war, the battle of the rift in the demon country, the battle to pacify the invasion of the southern Suzaku tribe... Accumulated military exploits, accumulated 160 heads of the demon tribe in the army tent, and was called the captain of the iron cavalry because of his martial arts. Wearing heavy armor, he conquered the world with a sword .

Next to the brief introduction of the name, there is a pen and a small cinnabar.

The prince picked up a pen, looked at the name, not knowing what mood he was in, and said: "I was born in a commoner, but I was able to accumulate martial arts and become a cavalry captain. I have to say that I am a loyal and brave man, but I don't know the military order."

"But I don't know who owns the world!"

"It's still a little dull."

Picking up a pen erased the name.

This means that the name Cen Yungui, who has fought for his country for 40 years, has survived countless times, fought bloody battles countless times, drank and sang songs countless times, and the horse herding demon country no longer exists. The will, at this time, does not have the slightest ability to resist.

The prince put down the pen and waved his hand.

So the feminine-looking young man unfolded the picture scroll.

This roll of white silk was unfolded, and there were many members with their names written on them.

From a partial general of the Yunqi Army to the small pawns, densely packed, all of them have made great military exploits, and they were all erased by the cinnabar pen.

On the white silk, there are all red marks.

That's all.

"27, this is the last one."

"The rest are all dead."

The handsome young man nodded, and said casually: "By the way, where are the family members of these people?"

The feminine man smiled and bowed and said: "Except for some smarter ones, who never had family members, the rest have [deceased], the wives' clan, father's clan, mother's clan, and those who were close to each other have been disposed of. Do not leave any hands or feet, Your Highness can rest assured."

The prince scolded with a smile: "You don't need to tell me about this matter, you just take care of it yourself."

"Hearing it for no reason made people feel compassionate in their hearts. Maybe they couldn't drink alcohol or sleep well for several days."

"Aren't you here to share my worries?"

The feminine young man replied: "This matter needs to be written by His Highness himself."

The prince said: "Haha, you and I grew up together since we were young, and you know that I hate such trivial things the most, so you just help me share it, ahem, let's not talk about these boring things, What this hall is asking about is the [Ode to Dapeng], can you collect it?"

"Father, he wants to change the year name and call it "Reform with the People". This article by a famous scholar has been my father's favorite for a long time."

"We came to Zhongzhou for this article, haven't you picked it up yet?"

The feminine young man knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said, "Your Highness forgive me, and I will wait a few more days..."

"Kneel what kneeling."

"You are my own family, different from those untouchables, get up."

The prince smiled and asked his confidant to stand up, and the latter naturally turned behind the prince and kneaded his shoulders for him.

The prince relaxed, toasted to drink tea, and said leisurely to himself: "This time I came to this land of Zhongzhou for two things."

"One is to congratulate the sage for this piece of "Ode to Dapeng."

"The second is for the two cousins ​​in the hall."

"After all, my cousin is the eldest son of my uncle, my uncle's subordinates, and my father. He can't and can't kill them all. We can only take it slowly. My cousin can't die, but he can't walk outside alive. This time , even if you want to force him, you have to take him back, just for the reason of [congratulations to the saint]."

"As for my cousin..."

The prince lowered his eyes, thinking of the appearance of playing together when he was young, but also thinking of the prince's crown suit, he finally sighed and said:
"Too smart, tell me, what should I do?"

The feminine young man said: "This subordinate dare not say anything."

"If you don't dare to say it, then you know it? Tell me."

"I dare not."

"Well, why don't you dare, there are only you and me here, I forgive you for your innocence."

So the feminine young man in black clothes lowered his voice and said, "Marriage."

The prince raised his eyes, thoughtful: "Marriage... yes, killing is impossible, and it may cause some troubles. Why don't you just send it out to make a marriage? As for the marriage partner, if it is the other small countries, it will inevitably be punished by the court. My sister dominates the government and endangers my chances, just as it happens, my father seems to have plans to make peace with the Yao Kingdom..."

"Find an excuse, marry to the demon country and get married."

"The sky is high and the road is far away, and it is useless to be smart."

The feminine youth said: "Your Highness is wise and kind."

He raised his eyes slightly, seemed to think of something very interesting again, and whispered a few times in the prince's ear.

The prince sighed sadly, and said: "What you said is right, if you are more cruel and merciless, it should be like this... Speaking of which, my father died because of those three demon kingdoms, so as you said, if I marry her to a certain kingdom back then Lord of the Demon Kingdom, tell me, what will my cousin, Bing Xin, who is as smart as a boy, be as decisive as a man do?"

"Killed himself on the road because of humiliation."

"Or are you going to endure humiliation for the sake of the stability of the world?"

"Or assassinate the lord of the demon country on the night of wedding candles in the bridal chamber?"

Holding the teacup, he suddenly seemed a little complicated, and said, "However, it's better not to talk about such things."

"No matter what, I won't marry her to the demon country to have a relationship."

"I, can't do it."

So the feminine young man seemed to sigh, regretful after all.

Then knelt down, kowtowed and said:

"The prince is merciful, please forgive the crime of lying."

The prince said: "I asked you to say it, and there is no one else present here. What crime have you committed? Get up."

Holding the tea, he finally said: "When I was young, I used to play with my cousins. At that time, my father and uncle had a harmonious relationship with each other. When my father made mistakes, it was always my uncle who made a noise." Guarantee him, when the plum blossoms were in full bloom, I was playing around with my cousin behind the tree, while my cousin was only studying there."

"When I was young, I was always immature and felt that the relationship between each other could last forever."

"Where would you have thought it would be like this?"

"Although I will not send her to those three demon kingdoms for marriage, it is difficult for her to be in the imperial city."

"My brother can't bear to imprison his cousin, and he can't bear to marry his sister to the wilderness, but the crown prince has to do this. After all, I will still imprison Erlang in the palace, and then marry my cousin to our country Among the benevolent demon clan."

Suddenly the body moved slightly.

The official from the state government just walked out of the courtyard, his steps slightly fixed.

For a moment, they all had the illusion that the hairs on their backs were standing on end, as if some kind of icy sharp blade was against their hearts, even within the realm of the human race, the boundless and boundless human luck seemed to be irresistible. At this moment, the entire other courtyard was peacefully silent, only the sound of his own heartbeat could be heard.

But this feeling came and went quickly, and disappeared almost instantly.

The prince looked down at the rippling tea in the teacup.

What was that just now...

Delusion?
When he was palpitating, he suddenly heard a burst of crying, and his expression changed slightly, so he got up, and quickly went back to the inner courtyard, where several maids and guards brought from the palace were bowing their knees, waiting for a group of A crying child, that child is only a few years old, young, is the youngest son of the current emperor.

"Brother, brother."

"I, I'm afraid, woo woo woo..."

The child cried and ran to hug the prince.

The prince was very tolerant towards the child, and said, "What's wrong?"

The man who could have been the father of the next generation of emperors was still just a child at the moment, hugging his elder brother's knee and crying loudly, unable to speak clearly. It was not until a long time later that he was comforted and stopped crying. Sobbing softly, he said, "Imperial brother, I just had a dream, a very bad dream."

"I dreamed that I found a bird, and then I dreamed that the bird suddenly spread its wings and flew very high."

"I also dreamed that I found a small snake. It was only as thick as a finger at first, and it was wrapped around my wrist to play with. It suddenly became very tall and big, but, but..."

The child cried again, and said, "I suddenly saw a man who cut off the bird and the dragon that flew into the sky with a sword, and the blood drenched me all over. I was frightened, and then I cried. wake up."

If it doesn't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

If you don't fly, it's all right, soar into the sky.

Such a strange dream made the prince's expression slightly changed, but he still suppressed the change in his heart, just squatted down to comfort his younger brother, and said with a smile: "The dream is just a dream, it's nothing, don't think too much. "

He stretched out his hand to wipe his younger brother's tears, but was startled.

There was a wound on the child's temple, not big, but it was real.

There was a slight delay.

Then the prince reacted instantly and said angrily:

"Come on, come on!"

"There are traitors!!!"

………………

The thief-killing sword in Qi Wuhuo's palm screamed.

With this sword, he struck the crown prince's beam of luck across the face, and only tried once. Sure enough, the confrontation of luck had nothing to do with the distance.

And this also comes from the will of all living beings and the [Sword of Killing Thieves], which is composed of the will of all living beings and a ray of vitality. For almost the same source of human luck, but two ways of cohesion, it has the same restraint as fire burns ice, or in other words It is the characteristics of mutual restraint and mutual ablation, but because of this, it can break the extremely strong defense of human luck, and can also avoid most of the backlash of luck.

But even so, it is still just dismissed rather than ignored.

His wrist was in severe pain from the shock, and the Thief-Slaying Sword seemed to be extremely passionate, but it was just a slash, but it had no effect. After all, the sword was just trying to condense, and the luck was not pure, and compared to the prince's majestic beam of luck. Said it was too weak.

The young Taoist put the thief-killing sword into the scabbard.

"Certainly not."

"Even if I try my best, it is impossible to cause any harm to the prince."

"After all, it is imitated from the internal logic of human luck. If you want to use the principle of human aura [protection] to complete the concept of this thief-killing sword [kill], isn't it the opposite?"

"We still have to think of other ways."

He put the sword aside.

He brought up the files and classics again, and went to the bookshelf to get more things he wanted to know.

With the help of the intertwined luck just now, he glimpsed the roll of white silk full of ink marks and cinnabar.

At this moment, I should put the sword in the sword box, and then continue to read the classics, but there seems to be a lingering feeling in the heart of the young Taoist. I always feel that some things should not be like this, why is it like this?The old man who drank poisonous wine for seven years once fought to the death into the demon kingdom, and all his legs were amputated during the bloody battle.

Shouldn't he enjoy his old age in peace?

Isn't he a hero?

Thirteen stick monks burned relics to open the way forward, six hundred sword repair soldiers were disarmed, and ten thousand cavalry fought to the end, leaving only 27 people, and these 27 people, unknown, drank poisonous wine alone for seven years , Watching the Spring and Autumn Period for seven years, drinking poisonous wine at night, watching that sword so many times, tears streaming down my face, and there are more than 300 million souls.

The young Taoist stood quietly for a while.

He put down the classics he picked up again.

He raised his right hand and placed it on the hilt of the sword again.

Raise the sword.

The little peacock wondered: "Aqi? Isn't it impossible?"

The young Taoist replied seriously: "It's impossible, it can't be done, it's not that it can't be done."

"It just occurred to me."

"Not being able to do it and whether to do it or not don't seem to be the same thing. Not being able to do it is to seek external results, and it should be something the master does."

"And whether to do it or not is to ask me inwardly."

"I don't want to make it, I just want to do it."

When the young Taoist held the sword in his hand, the sword screamed violently in the scabbard.

"A cultivator should calm his mind and look around the world of mortals, but after I have looked around the world of mortals, if I still have this uneasy heart, I should draw my sword."

"Since there is no kingly law, then use force to violate the ban."

Holding the sword together with five fingers, the Thief-Slaying Sword roared again, and the blue Taoist robe suddenly swelled as he lowered his eyes.

The general outline of the Hunyuan Sword Code circulated in his heart.

The swordsman cuts off the seven emotions inside, and cuts off the ordinary heart outside.

Holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand, when he exerted a little force, his waist exerted force, and then his shoulders, elbows, wrists, and the sword rubbed against the scabbard, making a low groan. But when it exploded, there seemed to be red luck on the blade of the sword, only watching the prince's beam of luck from a distance, followed the method taught by the fortune teller, and slashed away.

Or, to send the luck obsession on this sword.

[Punish the evil party in the world, kill the ghosts in the underground]

The other courtyard where the prince and His Royal Highness temporarily lived was completely in chaos. A group of strong fighters gathered quickly, and there were also practitioners of Buddhism and Taoism. The prince's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand and drew his sword. Long Wei was vigilant with a sword in his hand, lowered his voice and said, "Is it a battle of luck?"

"Which prince is it?"

"Which county king?"

"If it weren't for such an identity and status, how could he condense this luck and then attack him horizontally?"

At this moment, suddenly, an incomparably tragic bloody aura erupted again.

Everyone's bodies seemed to freeze.

The prince raised his head abruptly, in his eyes he saw that the sky suddenly turned red, as if he saw a bloody sword light slashing towards his own human destiny, as if he heard the roar of countless people, the prince recognized this It belongs to the human way, but he relaxed, and subconsciously reprimanded majesticly: "Rebel, do you know that I am the son of the emperor?"

"Since you are the heir of my human race, how dare you make a mistake here!"

"Don't step back quickly!!"

Raise your hand to mobilize your humanitarian luck to attack and block it.

Like a jade seal.

To make all the people you see and the people you oppress kneel down.

Suffer!

But this time, being able to resist Taoist supernatural powers, the human luck of Buddhist magic was shattered like this.

The blood-colored air flowed down.

It is constantly offset by the luck of humanity, but its momentum does not stop at all.

boom! ! !
The violent air wave exploded, and the courtyard was almost submerged. The prince's complexion changed suddenly, as if he had never expected such a change. Heart palpitations made his eyes go blank, as if a rough voice was roaring in his ears, but he couldn't hear it.

The sound was too faint.

But too much, too complicated.

The mind went blank, and time turned quickly.

Blood flowed down, and the prince's shoulder was injured by the backlash of this luck.

The pillar of luck is still strong.

That bloody strange luck was shattered by the prince's own human luck. Even so, the aura that slashed towards him like a knife, ignoring the loss, even though it was only for a short moment, unexpectedly There was a tragic demeanor, the prince was short of breath, and the roll of white silk was lifted up in the air, torn and smashed, and scattered in all directions.

There is still some sunshine left.

The names erased by the cinnabar can still be seen through the cinnabar in the sun, like blood-stained figures.

They came wearing armor and holding swords, shouting like this——

Now the prince finally heard that noisy, weak but thick roar, as if bursting out of thunder and fire, roaring with blazing anger and unwillingness——

Kill the thief!
Kill the thief! ! !
Whoa!

The white silk was swept by the strong wind and danced in all directions, names scattered one by one, and the setting sun was like blood.

It seems that there is a sword like the sky and the sea of ​​clouds.

The luck is condensed, like a sword cutting down, pointing directly at the prince.

(End of this chapter)