Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1171 Father and Brother in the Temple (1+12) (Qianlongwuyong plus 12113)

Jingzhao, the imperial palace of Great Zhao.

The northern dynasties rose and fell, and this place, located in the center of the world, was almost the capital of every emperor. Zhou called it Fenghao, Wei called it Changyang, and Qi burned down Weique and dared not to live here, so they established their capital in Dongdu. During the Liang Dynasty, Tuoba clan re-entered this place and established the imperial capital. Emperor Zhaowu of Zhao took the Liang Palace as his residence, and this continued from generation to generation.

There are many palaces here, snow is falling in the golden palace, a jackdaw is perched on the beam, croaking loudly, the sound echoes in the palace, and from the distant gatekeeper comes the sound of a horse whip scratching in the air:

"Report..."

"A great defeat at Xianhu! Taoist Qi has fallen!"

"The pseudo-Song has taken over...Jianghuai!"

The sound echoed between layer upon layer of attics, and continued to surge upward through the messages passed by one purple-robed eunuch after another, all the way to the high hall.

There were majestic golden pillars in this hall, with suppressed phoenixes and dragons carved underneath. This should have been a bright and golden scene, but it was unexpectedly extremely dark, so dark that one could hardly see one's hand in front of one's face.

There are seven high-backed lotus platforms on both sides, enshrining towering attics. Various lotus flowers from the wonderful land are carved between the buildings, and various immortals and demons are suppressed underneath. A light flickers at the highest point of the attic, becoming the only source of light here.

However, there were only six statues lit in the Lotus Pavilion, and only under the five of them were monks sitting cross-legged, drinking and eating meat, or chanting with their hands clasped together. Beyond the numerous attics, at the bottom of the steps were the officials with their heads bowed, their jet-black hats hanging on the ground, blending into the darkness.

On the main seat, the Emperor of Great Zhao was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked majestic. His face was hidden behind heavy curtains, but he did not move at all. On the left and right were two small tables, a monk and a Taoist.

The eunuch's voice went up one after another until it reached the ears of the Purple-robed Immortal, causing her to let out a laugh in her throat. She said:
"Zhi Xuanxie also has his failures sometimes."

The monks below all had different expressions. Jiang Toushou, who was sitting on the other side of the emperor, raised his eyebrows and glanced coldly at the monk who was still drinking and eating meat below, and said:

"Tian Langzhi is really good at doing things! What, do you think that all the people in Lingbao Daoist sect are dead? Knowing that his last name is Liu, why do you have to give it a try?"

The loss of the Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain was caused by Tian Langzhi's betrayal of Jiang Toushou. Maha has not yet calmed down, his eyes are full of coldness and anger. Unexpectedly, the monk below laughed:
"Oh? It seems that the Lord regards all of us in the Great Desire Sect as dead. Since we know that Cheng Xunzhi has passed the Canzi, and Yang has made every effort to protect him, who can we send south without facing a life-and-death disaster? If Lord Tian Langzhi goes there in person, who knows what kind of earth-shattering war may break out, which will completely derail the situation in the entire Jianghuai region... Who will bear the blame then? Isn't sacrificing a Nuzi enough?"

"Since the Yang family has already placed the fat meat there and their attitude is very clear, why not stop at Boring Mountain and give it a try? If they can convert him, there will be great benefits even if they can't! It's just that the people of Lingbao Dao Sect are too stingy and don't even want to lose face!"

He was quite eloquent, and Jiang Toushou was speechless. He looked at him with some disgust and said:

"This is a great defeat, Zhixuan should be held accountable!"

As soon as he said this, no one from Zong Chang at the head to the monks below agreed to him. Zong Chang even laughed:
"Ask about the crime? Do you think Wei Xuanyin will ignore you?"

The group of cultivators were disdainful, but the emperor sitting on the main seat did not dare to respond. He pondered for a while and said:
"There are many schemes in the south, and the national teacher is busy with many things, so it is difficult to keep an eye on them... It should not be considered a crime..."

He said this timidly, but Jiang Toushou ignored him. After testing his attitude, he turned to look at the people below and said calmly:

"Since Jianghuai has been defeated, the pseudo-Song army has already reached Chengyun and is heading straight for the Central Plains. We should select a person of high moral character and respect to integrate the two sects of immortals and Buddhism and march south first to prevent the southerners from suddenly advancing north."

As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell in the hall.

"Qi Lanyan died here in one breath, who else dares to stop him?"

Seeing no one answering, Jiang Toushou seemed to have expected this and said:
"King Bolie is a man of high reputation and has a high reputation. He should be summoned. The Lotus Temple is close to Chengyun, so we should also take action... respond and take precautions."

He pointed out the two most unpopular ones, which immediately made all the cultivators nod their heads. Only Ming Meng Maha, who was standing under the pavilion filled with pink lotus light, raised his head, but was blocked back.

"As for the Great Yuan Guang Yin Mountain..."

This majestic mountain is high above and directly threatens the Luoxia Plain. It is obviously extraordinary. Several monks' faces changed as they listened to Jiang Toushou saying:

"The Great Desire Sect and the Great Admiration Realm Sect have made arrangements to clamp down on this place... and the noble families in Luoxia... cannot stand idly by."

He turned his head and looked at Zong Chang, saying:

"Master Zong will have to worry about this!"

When Zong Chang heard that she had to deal with those aristocratic families, her face did not look good. This matter was originally supposed to be done by Gongsun Bei, but now that the real person was seriously injured, the responsibility naturally fell on her. Even though she was extremely reluctant, she could only agree indifferently.

Only then did the tower of Damu Dharma Realm flicker slightly, and the monk below put his hands together:

"The Song Kingdom has also lost many real people, all of whom are important. They don't have the energy to continue fighting. They have made their position clear. They will not continue to move north."

"It's just... that Wei Nie..."

As soon as these words came out, the whole court fell silent. Each family had their own complicated expressions. For a moment, no one spoke. Only Ming Meng pretended to sigh and interrupted with a cry of pain:
"Are you guys still calling him Wei Nie? Wouldn't it be better to call him King Wei?"

"My senior brother was just seriously injured. I am about to go up to stop the enemy. Who will he go to next? You'd better be more polite!"

These words made everyone in the hall angry and speechless. The emperor at the top was at a loss. He looked east and west for a long time before he saw Jiang Toushou standing up with a gloomy face and cursing:
"You, you, you... you are the most shameless person in Lotus Temple. How dare you mock us here!"

Ming Meng sighed and said:

"How can this be called irony? It's the King of Wei..."

"It's Wei Nie!"

Jiang Toushou was furious and interrupted him with a single shout, frightening the emperor behind the heavy curtains so much that he trembled all over. Ming Meng could only look up to the sky and sigh:

"Your Excellency's determination to curb Mingyang makes me admire you very much!"

Jiang Toushou never thought of becoming Mingyang's enemy! As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, his expression changed drastically:

"Bloody mouth!"

Ming Meng shrugged:

"Then let's just call him King of Wei!"

……

The darkness in the sky quickly faded away, and densely packed soldiers and horses were displayed on the ground. The mountains and forests were covered in blood. The young man stepped forward with the light of true energy, his eyes showing a hint of complexity:
"The vitality of Baiye has also been severely damaged."

The land of Xu State was called Jianghuai in ancient times, and is now also called Sanjiang and Sanxi. The Zhuoshaling Rebellion destroyed Baijiang. Now Zhao and Song have changed Baiye three times, and the population has decreased by six or seven out of ten. It is surprising that there are still some people in Baihai, which was finally recovered.

"Jianghuai finally has a homeland... but it is now a land of ruins."

Li Jiangliang walked in the air, hurriedly passed by, and soon arrived at the top of the ruined mountain. His two brothers were already sitting on the mountain in the raging fire and water, one bandaging the wound on his waist and abdomen, and the other wiped the blood off the sword. They were surprisingly harmonious.

The various supernatural powers conquered the various mountain gates, and the two men's troops entered Baiye. Jianghuai fell. At this moment, even Maha could not protect himself, let alone pity? Naturally, he left cleanly and let them sweep away.

In this battle of Salt Lake, not only did the two brothers not suffer any serious injuries, they also made gains by relying on the water and fire in their hands, and conquered many places. Now that they are resting their weapons here, it is inevitable that they feel a little complacent.

"Two brothers!"

Seeing Li Jiangliang, Li Jiangxia stood up, smiled and said:

"Fourth brother, I have good news!"

Li Jiangliang smiled and said:
"The boring tool is saved!"

Both of them were generals who had led troops for many years, so they naturally understood how important the Tongdao Mountain Pass was. They both smiled, but Li Jiangliang was worried and raised his eyebrows and said:

"How is father's injury?"

When these words came out, both of them were stunned. Li Jianglong organized his words and said:
"I heard that the King of Wei killed another Maha in Chengyun, so it should be fine."

Li Jiangliang breathed a sigh of relief and listened to his brother's question:
"What are the orders from the palace?"

Li Jiangliang nodded to his two brothers, with a happy look on his face, and said:
"Tongdao has been secured, Baihai has been pacified, Chengyun, Baixiang and other places have surrendered upon seeing the might of the King of Wei, only Shanji is resisting stubbornly. I have received an order to ask all the tribes to gather in Baihai, reorganize the troops and horses, and distribute them to various places... Calculating the time, my father should also be in Baihai, so it's a good opportunity for us to go together."

He paused for a moment, then said solemnly:

"Stabilizing Jianghuai is the top priority, and Shanji... the general must return to take it down personally."

Li Jianglong nodded naturally. Shanji was originally put aside temporarily by Yang Ruiyi for the sake of the overall situation. Even if it wasn't for him, as the supreme leader of the southern war, he should have won the most important victory. However, there was still a trace of regret on his face. He said:
"It's a pity... the Shu army occupied Baijiang and the Sanjiang area, and it is no longer intact..."

Li Jiangliang smiled slightly, but did not speak. He only made a gesture of invitation. The three of them rode their true Qi together and headed for the White Sea. Gradually approaching Xuanmiao Temple, the Privy Envoy, who was second only to the emperor and above ten thousand people in the Song court, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Song will definitely take the land of our homeland. Now the army is at its peak and the north is powerless to contain us. Baijiang...if we can negotiate, then we can. If we can't negotiate... then we can just fight."

His eyes were bright, and it was obvious that his mentality was completely different.

After hearing this, the two brothers looked at each other, rubbing their hands, ready to take action. Each of them had their own thoughts, and they were silent together. The mysterious door had already appeared before their eyes!
This Taoist temple was originally built on a dangerous cliff, but now it is in ruins. The most eye-catching thing is not other objects, but a huge mountain and river that fell from the sky and suppressed the sea. A mountain-like black tiger is in pieces and is trapped alive in the Baihai River, bound by heavy chains and unable to move!
This black tiger had its limbs broken and its teeth shattered. It was carried back all the way from the north. It was unable to live or die, and was sunk in the Baihai River by the King of Wei as if it were a trophy.

The three of them had their own feelings in their hearts, and they rode the wind and fell together. The one who rode the wind turned out to be a man wearing bronze armor, driving away thunder and lightning, with a huge bronze bell tied around his waist, and a generous smile on his face:

"Three adults! Please!"

This sentence frightened the three of them. Li Jiangliang quickly stepped forward and said:
"Uncle...you are so polite!"

The person stationed here is Li Zhouda, and the armored men all over the mountain are also soldiers from Tingzhou!

Li Zhouda was obviously in a very good mood, he laughed and said:

"Now that you have mastered the Mystery, you are either the Founding Duke or the Envoy of the True Truth. You are worthy of the title of Lord."

The three of them exchanged a few polite words and followed him up the mountain. After passing through the temporary formation, the view in front of them suddenly opened up. The originally white mountain gate lay in ruins, with only rubble everywhere. The brown word "Xuan Miao" was smashed to pieces, under the pair of spiritual boots.

Situ Huo.

The sky was full of flying sand and the ground was covered with pink lotuses. The battle at Xuanmiao Temple had lasted for such a long time, but the old man was standing here with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy. Obviously, he did not keep Zhuokongliangli Maha.

The young man in blue on the other side was smiling as he was talking to the Taoist master in platinum-colored Taoist robes beside him. Although Li Ximing looked calm and composed, his eyes on his slightly pale face were still looking towards the south, and he was obviously getting a little anxious waiting.

Seeing the three people, Li Ximing breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward quickly, and said anxiously:
"Any orders?"

Li Jiangliang quickly returned the greeting and said:
"I have received the order from the Lord. Please meet the King of Wei!"

Li Ximing hurriedly said:
"He just came back from Chengyun and is resting in the main hall. He is seriously injured. You should pass on the order as soon as possible."

Li Jiangliang's heart tightened when he heard this, and he ignored the red tape and nodded and went forward. But he was representing the Emperor of Song after all. Li Jiangxia and Li Jianglong reacted very quickly, one stood aside while the other went forward to push the door for him.

The darkness in the temple suddenly became bright.

This was originally the main hall of Xuanmiao Temple, with large and small magic lamps standing here. But now all the lights have been extinguished, leaving only these dark bronze lamp posts standing in the darkness. The black robe with gold patterns was torn to pieces in the battle and was draped on the high seat at the top, fluttering like breathing.

The King of Wei was rarely seen wearing a white robe, with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. He was leaning on the main seat facing left, with one hand supporting his forehead and the other hand resting on his side. His chest was rising and falling vigorously, as if he was asleep.

But the half of his face facing outside the hall was covered with dense, broken colored lines, which brightened and darkened with his breathing, like an old and sick lion dozing in pain.

This white unicorn, who was the focus of attention wherever he went, now faded into a part of the hall. The ambitious Mingyang monarchy that had been invisible around him disappeared. The hall was extremely quiet, and there was a strong sense of security.

But after Li Jiangliang took this look, he suddenly stood still.

In this peace and tranquility, a person stood silently and like a ghost on the steps below the main seat.

This man was wearing a crimson and gold Taoist robe, with loose black hair, and was free and easy. His eyebrows were long and his narrow eyes contained a bit of evil, which made his calm smile seem heartless.

He was like a poisonous snake, blending into the atmosphere of the entire hall, but his equally golden eyes stared straight at him without any emotion, with a hint of cruel red, like the only terror in this peaceful scene.

Li Jiangliang certainly knew who he was, and so did his two brothers behind him.

The armored general with a strong and imposing figure suddenly clenched his hands on the sword at his waist with a stiff expression. The calm general with a robe and feathers on his back and a gentle face lowered his head like lightning, his eyes filled with disbelief.

'Brother.'

It seemed that only this red was flashing in the dark sky. The calmness of being the only one in charge of the court and governing the country and making rituals was gone. The tyranny of pacifying all the lands and galloping across Baiye disappeared. The three people holding Xuan lost their momentum together and were beaten back to their original form, as if they had returned to the golden palace in the lake. The eldest brother stood in front of his father as it should be, and they stood below.

But now it’s very different.

In the past, Li Jiangqian stood in front of them, facing his father, leaving them with his back so that they could look directly at him at will. Now that his father was injured, Li Jiangqian turned around, stood in front of the couch, with his back to his father, standing upright in the middle, and watching them quietly.

Without Li Zhouwei's protection, this gaze made Li Jiangliang feel an uncontrollable fear for no reason. The weaker the father behind his elder brother became, the more he merged with the tranquility of the hall. The stronger the fear became, causing Li Jiangliang, who had never felt guilty, to panic:

'How is this going? '

What made him even more uneasy were the two elder brothers behind him.

The third brother Li Jiangxia's courage began to tremble, and the five fingers gripping the hilt of the knife tightened more and more, turning red and white. The second brother Li Jianglong closed his eyes tightly, as if he wanted to bury his head in his chest - it had nothing to do with courage. Even if a great master was standing in front of them, the two brothers would not bow their heads easily... But this moment was extremely strange.

Li Jiangliang stood there blankly until the sick Suanni on the bed slowly opened its colorful eyes:
"cough…"

Li Jiangqian shook his sleeves, turned around and bowed, saying respectfully:

"Father...my brothers are here."

The eldest brother turned around, and the terror suppressed in the hall suddenly disappeared. Everything just now seemed to be an illusion. The sound of wind and human voices returned, and Li Jiangxia realized that the hall was not quiet. He loosened his hand holding the hilt of the knife.

The King of Wei's eyes were full of color, and there was no sign of emotion. His voice was steady:

"Is there any imperial decree?"

Li Jiangliang stepped forward and said respectfully:
"The emperor has given an oral order. The affairs of Jianghuai should be handled by the King of Wei. If you have the strength to spare, you can ask the troops of Tingzhou to surround Xuanyue to help. If you are seriously ill, I hope the King of Wei will take care of himself and return to supervise the country as soon as possible."

He paused for a moment, then half-knelt on the ground, took out a gold and jade box from his sleeve, and said:
"When the king heard that the king of Wei was suffering from the disease of Wu Tu, he thought that it was difficult to cure, so he personally gave the king a herb of [Chu Chun Xuan Mu], hoping that the king would recover soon and conquer Zhao and Shu again."

Obviously, the Song Emperor did not break his promise and even gave him great freedom, considering giving him a helping hand. This made Li Zhouwei feel relieved and said politely:
"Jianghuai has not been pacified, and I have not received the grace of the emperor. I am now waiting for the general to return and pacify Shanji together."

Li Jiangqian raised his sleeves, took the jade box from Li Jiangliang, and handed it to his father. Li Jiangliang then reminded him:
"I have a decree here to confer titles on all the surrendered ministers. Father, would you like to join us..."

Seeing the King of Wei waving his hand, Li Jiangqian nodded and stepped forward, saying:

"My father is unwell, so I will be here to watch the ceremony on his behalf."

Li Jiangliang nodded as expected, which made Li Jiangqian smile a little, but he saw his fourth brother raised his head and said hesitantly:
"Congratulations, brother... for achieving supernatural powers!"

Li Jiangqian's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, then shifted to his other two brothers. They both bowed at the same time:

"Congratulations, brother!"

"Haha."

Li Jiangqian laughed twice, without any extra expression, and asked them to leave. He closed the door of the hall, leaving Li Zhouwei sitting in the hall and closing his eyes again.

A mysterious Taoist rhythm echoed in his heart.

【Mingming the sun and moon】!
The gain this time was so great that he rested here for nearly half a day. He was still in the mysterious rhythm of Taoism, and had to close his eyes!
'The direct descendant of Guanhua Tianlou Dao, Qi Lanyan who possessed the Three Divine Powers... The Lord of Tiefu, Helian Wujiang who possessed the Three Divine Powers... Just these two people alone were an unprecedented harvest. Compared to them, Bashan could only be considered a bonus.'

Even though the levels divided by Chen Yin back then were not standard, the difference between each level was as huge as heaven and earth, and even became exaggerated in the future, but the harvest this time was too huge!

His cultivation had long surpassed the purple boundary that was like a chasm in the eyes of the world, and exceeded the level of ordinary great immortals. According to Li Zhouwei's own estimation, he was far ahead of most of the cultivators on the lake. People like Tuoba Ci and Gongsun Bei were left far behind him. Even according to his brief estimation during the fight, a disciple like Qi Lanyan who came from Guanhua was inferior to him!
At this point, there are only a handful of cultivators in Jiangnan whose Taoism is superior to his.

Those who can be compared with him should be great immortals like Chang Xiao and Chi Buzi who have inherited the golden elixir tradition, or people like Penglai who have inherited the tradition!
"The Great Immortals are just like this... But I have fought too few Great Immortals. I have never fought against Chi Buzi and Chang Xiao, who were given as examples by Chen Yin. They will not stand still, so it is difficult to estimate how big the gap is between me and them..."

What was immediately apparent was that the power of his many spells had increased considerably, the operation of his spiritual weapons had become more natural, and of course - there were also his supernatural powers!
The [Chongyang Xiaxing Treasure Plate] between his eyebrows was slightly brighter, and the light of the [Red Broken Arrow] was constantly moving, becoming even brighter and freer. Although the dark world emerged, it did not unfold, tightly covering three inches around him. The setting sun hung behind him, yellow and red.

The relief of "Red Broken Arrowhead" became more effective and hidden. Li Zhouwei breathed a sigh of relief again, slowly closed his eyes, and felt the mysterious Taoist rhyme constantly emerging in his mind. The world in front of him seemed to be slowly unveiling a layer of veil, becoming clearer and clearer. However, when he looked inward again, the disaster in his body became more complicated in his eyes.

Li Zhouwei came all the way here. Li Ximing rushed here early when he heard that he was injured. Logically speaking, with Li Ximing's level of alchemy, he could find a way to resolve most of the injuries as long as he was still alive. However, he could do nothing in the face of this disaster.

In the final analysis, this thing didn't look like an injury at all, but more like some kind of induction. There was a catastrophe looming over his body, constantly generating light of destruction, as if it was endless.

"There is still more than one day left."

After he pacified the north, he hurried back here. As long as he could keep his body steady and suppress the disaster in his body, he could temporarily alleviate the increase in the power of the disaster...

"In this case, I only need to suppress my injuries here and wait for Yang Ruiyi to set up the northern defense line before returning. There should be more than enough time..."

Li Zhouwei exhaled, opened the jade box, and looked at the bright and shiny hornwood sunk in the jade box. He felt something strange in his heart:
'As expected of Wu Leakage Earth, this disaster is one of the most difficult to deal with in the world. Even someone as noble as Emperor Song couldn't come up with any good solution. He could only choose the best among the worst and take a corner of wood.'

But it is better to have something than nothing. A hornwood spiritual object is also a precious thing. This thing can only play the greatest role if it is given to Li Ximing. He put it away temporarily, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked towards the window frame of the hall.

The colors in the distance were dim, but one could still see the jade-white light that kept falling, reflecting the colorful light in his eyes. The King of Wei moved his lips.

'Birds of a feather.'

I wrote the update too hastily and missed a level. I have already made urgent corrections. Just refresh the page.

Also, the Song Emperor gave me the horn wood, not the female water. I reminded myself of this yesterday, but I forgot about it today when I was in a hurry to update.^