Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1158: Going Home
His words echoed in the mountains, stirring up the rolling wood energy. The Cheng family's master stood up and gritted his teeth and said:
"Now it is irreversible. I have seen clearly that the situation between the north and the south will eventually require such a sharp sword. Where did the skill come from and who gave it to me? I believe the King of Wei has the answer in his heart..."

He took a step back, bowed deeply, knelt on the ground, and sighed:

"If there is a chance... please, King Wei, for the sake of our old friendship... help me!"

Li Zhouwei stood with his hands behind his back, muttering:

"The sea of ​​desire Maha measures its strength, the heavenly Langzhi."

He felt depressed, with all kinds of thoughts coming together.

Earlier, I thought this Lingmei Sword Immortal was a relative, but now I know he is not. However, I still remember that he has done me a favor, and I also understand how difficult it is for this sword immortal to avenge such a blood feud... under the current situation.

"The Great Desire Dao... is at its peak! In the eyes of the underworld, it is truly a good sword..."

He raised his eyebrows and asked:

"What is Tian Langzhi's origin?"

After hearing what he said, Cheng Jiuwen raised his head, his eyes slightly red, and whispered:

"He was originally an immortal cultivator who practiced the 'Jade True' path. He inherited the ancient Taoist tradition 'Tian Lang Tai' and also had some sword skills. Later, he turned to Buddhism... Now... he is at least the seventh generation, and it is very likely that he is the eighth generation Maha!"

Li Zhouwei frowned.

The Eighth Maha!

In the Buddhist cultivation system, the ninth generation Maha can enter the sandalwood forest and sit under the seats of many dharma images. He can inherit the position of dharma image at any time. The eighth generation is already the highest combat power in Buddhism and Taoism, and can only be suppressed by perfect supernatural powers!

I don't know what state Ling Mei is in after the breakthrough, but it is extremely difficult to kill this beast with the fourth magical power that I just cultivated, not to mention that the peacock who is at the peak of his career is behind him! But holding the sword can advance but not retreat, and it involves the inner demon, the consequences may be even more serious...

'No wonder Cheng Jiuwen didn't dare to let him break through...'

Cheng Jiuwen's heart was sinking on Ling Mei's death, but Li Zhouwei captured two extremely sensitive sects.

'Geng and Dui!'

These two most changeable Taoist sects in the world not only represent the two paths of golden virtue, but also the forbidden food of the great master of the golden Taoist sect. Ling Mei is not only a sword immortal, but also a great immortal with a sensitive identity!
The successor of Master Taiyu!
The death of True Lord Taiyu was directly linked to the True Lord of the Jinyi sect!
There was some shock and coldness in his eyes, and he said softly:

"Senior Ling Mei, which Gengjin magical power are you cultivating?"

Cheng Jiuwen shook his head softly, but heard the mountain wind carrying three faint words:

"'I'm going away now'."

The wind in the mountains was blowing coldly, and the conversations of the two fell silent for a moment. Cheng Jiuwen put away his sad expression, and Li Zhouwei turned around, looking down with his golden eyes, and saw a man in black emerging from the cold wind in the mountains.

This person has an ordinary appearance, with a seal on his waist, a complicated expression, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Meet the King of Wei."

Yang Ruiyi.

Obviously, Li Zhouwei's stay in Jianmen with such fanfare spread throughout the north and south in almost an instant. How could Yang Ruiyi not know about it?
His complicated gaze moved slightly and fell on the mysterious pine tree, and whispered:

"It was an emergency, I didn't mean to disturb you, Senior."

There seemed to be a breeze blowing, causing the black pine to sway for a moment. There was no speech, only Cheng Jiuwen's shocked expression. He was not surprised by Yang Ruiyi's appearance. Except for Tingzhou, the general had already reserved the authority to enter and exit the outer formations of several Purple Mansion formations of the Song Kingdom - but it was the name of the magical power!
"Let's go now"!
Cheng Jiuwen is also a Duijin cultivator. Geng and Dui are similar, so how could he not recognize this magical power? He was shocked and horrified. He could no longer care about anything else. He stood up and muttered:

"'The world is under siege'!"

His face was full of sadness and joy, and he gritted his teeth and replied:

"This is... this is what the general taught him?!"

Compared to the complexities of facing Li Zhouwei, Yang Ruiyi's brows were calm. He stared at him and said indifferently:
"This is inevitable... It is also Cheng Xunzhi's own choice. He is also a person in the middle stage of Purple Mansion. Could it be that he has no feeling at all? When he wields the sword and holds the Qi, it is beyond ordinary people. At one point, even Duo Ling was amazed. Could it be that he has no suspicion at all!"

He stared at Cheng Jiu and asked:
"You also know that page [Li Yang Yu Xin Yi Qi Pure Yang Sword] he watched Yamo every day, thought about it a lot, and was very familiar with it, but he couldn't ask the owner... How could he not be suspicious!"

“So it is ‘now leaving the past’.”

Cheng Jiuwen stood there, looking at Yang Ruiyi blankly with doubt in his eyes. The general took a step forward and praised:

"To abandon the old and establish the new, Shang Qing did the same thing back then. He would rather give up his status as a noble family in Gu County than to have a new atmosphere. This is the most suitable for him."

Cheng Jiuwen stood there in a daze, his eyes gloomy, as if he had a lot to say but couldn't ask. He stayed there for a long time, and the cold and elegant top of Jianmen Mountain became quiet again.

Yang Ruiyi shifted his gaze and finally had to meet those golden eyes.

It was obvious that the King of Wei, who was sitting on the top of the mountain with a calm expression, could not have just gone to Jianmen for a stroll out of leisure. His actions made his intentions clear, and he had already framed Yang in one breath.

If any other person in Jiangnan were in the situation the King of Wei was in, he would only resent Qi Lanyan for the sake of the overall situation. He would not have the opportunity to question the decision and would not even feel that there was anything strange about the choices behind it. But he was different.

Yang Ruiyi thought that the King of Wei would be furious, and that he would have to compensate Tingzhou after this war. He even thought that Li Zhouwei would lead his troops into Baijiang to exchange crisis for life... He even thought that there was a slight possibility that Li Zhouwei had a premonition of something and would refuse to obey the order and come to Shanji for negotiations.

But Li Zhouwei established his magical powers in Jianmen, showing the north and the south.

"He was standing there for Qi Lanyan to see."

Qi Lanyan's goal is to take advantage of Tingzhou's weakness that he has to defend and the underworld's desire to damage Mingyang's interests. He wants to severely damage Li Zhouwei, but Li Zhouwei throws away Tingzhou like a piece of garbage, ignores all the transfer orders of the Yang family, and tells the whole world that he is in Jianmen. In this way, Qi Lanyan can only choose between Tingzhou and Li Zhouwei!
Yang Ruiyi also faced the same choice!

As long as Li Zhouwei displayed his magical powers in Jianmen, Yang Ruiyi would have no choice but to let Li Zhouwei participate in the battle in Shanji. The tacit understanding between him and Qi Lanyan was limited. If Li Zhouwei retreated to Tingzhou, where martial arts training was not allowed, without Li Zhouwei, Qi Lanyan would go all out and the mission of conquering Shanji would inevitably end in failure or even worse.

Yang Ruiyi raised his eyebrows and stared at the pair of golden eyes. The coldness in them was obvious, as if warning him.

'He doesn't care what happens to Tingzhou. He wants to decide where the North-South war will be fought, where the North-South war will go, and he wants to force Guanhua and the Song Dynasty to fight an unprecedented, real war in the White Sea! '

He sighed deeply, the subtle premonition in his heart finally came true - he just didn't expect that Li Zhouwei would tear off his docile appearance in an instant, bypass him and defeat Qi Lanyan, and he didn't expect this to happen so quickly.

The Song general felt heavy-hearted and didn't know how to start.

But he remained silent, and the King of Wei stood up. He was not too tall, with broad shoulders and a handsome waist, but he cast a shadow, with only his golden eyes shining in the darkness:

"General!"

The three words stopped abruptly, making Yang Ruiyi feel cold. He took a step forward with a smile on his face, but the King of Wei in front of him did not look at him. He stared at the cup in his hand and said lightly:
"Now all we have to do is sacrifice for the greater good of this king!"

Yang Ruiyi's heart was shocked. Looking at those blazing golden eyes, the ominous premonition in his mind finally came true.

"Qi Lanyan calculated the interests of the Netherworld. He seemed to have given the decision-making power to me, Yang, but in fact, he did not give me the right to choose. Isn't this also a kind of alienation?"

Now that Li Zhouwei's magical power had been revealed, he had already smashed the problem back on behalf of Yang Shi, but could Yang Ruiyi say that it was the tacit consent of the Netherworld? Could he put the blame on those adults?
Although the cultivators in Jiangnan are completely ignorant, both sides are smart now. As long as Li Zhouwei understands the whole story and refuses to be a victim of the interests of the Netherworld, the truth will be revealed, and the only one who can have an affair with Qi Lanyan is him, Yang Ruiyi!
He took a deep breath, forced himself to remain calm, and said politely without further excuses:
"I wish to have all the cultivators guard Tingzhou."

Li Zhouwei looked at him with his golden eyes and said quietly:
"The general knows about Beixiu's troops, so he will surely be able to take good care of Tingzhou."

Yang Ruiyi lowered his eyebrows, heard the implication of his words, and suddenly fell silent.

Li Zhouwei looked at Yang Ruiyi quietly.

He dared to come to Jianmen alone, not without confidence!
He established Mingyang in Jianmen, but in fact he was telling Qi Lanyan another meaning. No matter whether Yang had plotted against Li before or not, with Mingyang established, a showdown between Yang and Li was inevitable.

"Wang Ziya can't cross the river, so he can only support Qi Lanyan in Jianghuai. Yang Ruiyi... knows about the deployment in the north... but Qi Lanyan doesn't know about the deployment in the south under the cover of the exiled Qi."

Once a showdown between Yang and Li occurs, it will be impossible for Qi Lanyan to go to Tingzhou - under such circumstances, the Song Dynasty will not allow him to destroy Tingzhou. Yang Ruiyi will have as many people as he has in Baijiang, and he may even be in charge himself. Li Zhouwei is in Shanji, and the unguarded Baihai will allow Li Zhouwei to gallop!
This goes against Qi Lanyan's original intention - it would be better to fight in the White Sea, as there would be a chance to target the enemy in the melee!

'From this moment on, the only possibility between Song and Zhao is a major battle in the White Sea!'

Of course, even if Li Zhouwei had Qi Lanyan in his arms, he couldn't pin all his hopes on him obediently submitting. He turned away his golden eyes and said:

"This king wants to guard the Salt Lake."

"This is a difficult decision for Qi Lanyan, but it is not difficult for me to deal with. It is not only Yang Ruiyi who knows the situation in the north, but also [Cha You]!"

As long as Li Zhouwei guards the Salt Lake, he can occupy the geographical advantage and be in a commanding position. He will have a clear view of the entire mysterious situation. Li Jiangqian will guard the river and can also see Bai Jiang's layout to prevent the possibility that Qi Lanyan will become angry and just want to disgust him.

With this double guarantee, he can even supervise Yang Ruiyi's layout on the lake!

After hearing this, Yang Ruiyi understood that he wanted to tell Qi Lanyan that he was in the east at all times, so he clasped his hands and said,

"All as you wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, the King of Wei dissipated like smoke and turned into flashes of light. Yang Ruiyi followed him with a complicated expression, his eyes falling on the sparkling lake in the north.

A celestial gate with dazzling light and dense mysterious patterns is rising up!
This made Yang Ruiyi close his eyes, his lips and teeth moved slightly, but he heard a soft plop sound, and Cheng Jiuwen in front of him had already fallen to the ground, his eyes were complicated, and he said in a low voice:
"The saints of the netherworld wield their pens like dragons to pacify the world. We, the humble cultivators, will obey your orders and are willing to be your precious swords... I only hope... I only hope! There will be a time when the long blade will be sheathed!"

The usually cold and serious Jianmen Zhenren smelled an extremely dangerous aura and knelt before him without hesitation. At this moment, Yang Ruiyi was still immersed in the worry that the situation was getting out of control. When his eyes fell on him, he actually felt a bit of pity for him.

"When the long blade is sheathed, how many people can sheath it? Me? Cheng Xunzhi? Li Zhouwei? Even... Your Majesty?"

But the imperial descendants of the Yang family and the direct descendants of the Netherworld in front of him said nothing, took a step back, and dissipated like mist, leaving only Cheng Jiuwen who stood up, knelt on the ground, and looked cold.

……

"clang!"

The clear and bright sound echoed in the night sky. The Taoist on the top of the mountain quietly held the bronze bell in his hand with a calm expression. Not far away, the Tianmen stood on the lake, reflecting a burst of skylight in his pupils.

'It's a pity that it's a salt lake, not a moon-viewing lake.'

He looked at the dim sky, as if he saw a pair of cold golden eyes under the hazy white light. Without any hesitation or compassion, he left behind the lake that gave him life and raised him, and stared at the vast land of Jianghuai with his fierce eyes full of ambition like a wolf.

There was a hint of emotion in his eyes, but he could not see any clues about the magical power of the south. The disciples behind him were silent for a while, and said fearfully:

"Master... the reinforcements from Bai Jiang..."

Perhaps it was because Wang Ziya was sighing and shaking his head, or perhaps Qi Lanyan's mentality had completely changed. He did not get angry, but said calmly:
"Come back first."

Fan Kang hurried down as if he had been pardoned, while Wang Ziya stood with his hands behind his back and said quietly:
"What a quick response."

Qi Lanyan did not feel any regret, but said calmly:

"He is Li Zhouwei."

Wang Ziya frowned and said:
"pity…"

"It's not a pity."

Qi Lanyan stared at the river bank and said:

"I've said it before. I fought him in Baiye, I fought him in Baijiang, and now I'm fighting him in Xianhu. It's nothing more than a war that hasn't happened in five hundred years. At least I can still suppress him now."

"not to mention…"

He suddenly laughed, and the silk ribbon around his waist floated slightly, gathering rays of fairy light:

"This incident will not leave no trace. At least the attitude of the underworld will leave traces. If there is a first time, there will be a second time. Once trust is broken, it cannot be saved."

"He may not be unaware that the underworld has bad intentions."

Listening to the words of his uncle, Qi Lanyan said:

"The key is not that he understands, but that the underworld knows that he understands. The underworld has a unified attitude towards Li Qianyuan, but its attitude towards him is unclear. But for these adults, the presumption of guilt is to make them suspicious."

Wang Ziya took a breath and saw Qi Lanyan standing up, his eyes piercing as he stared intently at the thousands of rays of light rushing up to the sky above the lake:
"As for now... let's wait and see."