Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1172 Surrounding the Mountain
The light in the sky flashed several times, and the dark fog finally enveloped them. Magical powers gradually gathered at Xuanmiao Temple. The young man in black took a step and saw the woman in purple in the clouds. He said anxiously:
"How is Wenqing?"

Tinglan's face was still a little pale, and she only said:
"He was seriously injured. His body was mostly destroyed and his magical powers were damaged... He has been sent back to the blessed land to recuperate."

After hearing this, Lin Chensheng fell silent. Tinglan quickly said:

"Fortunately, the Lord sent someone to deliver the spiritual object, and it was delivered to the blessed land as fast as a horse could. Now that the injury has stabilized, I dared to come here."

On the surface, the Xianyi Division treated everyone equally, but all the families knew in their hearts that Yang's preference for Ziyanmen was very obvious, even far more than that for the former old minister Sima Yuanli, not to mention others - they were all injured, but neighbor Gu Lanying was sent to Linhai and his condition is still unknown, but someone from Ziyanmen had already delivered the things.

Seeing the dark air rising from the north, Lin Chensheng lowered his voice:
"Are there any more casualties?"

"Many were injured... There was a man named Sima Xunhui who was seriously injured and dying... He was saved by his neighbor Gu Lanying. Sima Yuanli should thank him very much."

Tinglan responded with a few words, but the sky quickly became gloomy. The bronze pavilion hung in the sky, listening to the young man below reciting:

"The Immortal Chang Yun, who helped the rebellion and corrected the situation, made great contributions in pacifying the Baihai Sea. He still established a Taoist sect in Zezhong and served as the Immortal Ritual Department to guard the old place. He cultivated Bai Ziyu beside the Duxian Dao, responded to Mingyang, cut off the two sects, and was sealed in Baiye as the King of Duye, and was in Xiuwu."

"Protector General Liu Bai died for the country. His great contributions and deep love were appreciated by the Emperor. He selected the best of Liu's sons and daughters to enter the palace and take over the position of Protector General. He was given the title of Duke of the State... Immortal presented a jade tablet and defended the country without fear of death. He was granted a spiritual weapon and was named Baihai Jiedushi. His name was included in the Immortal Ceremonial Department."

"Qingchi and Ziyan have made contributions to the protection of the country. The immortals who hold the title of Immortal Ceremony have all made one more contribution and have been awarded spiritual weapons. The Owl Kui Dao won a great victory in Linhai and made contributions in Xianhu. Their disciples were promoted to the Purple Gold Palace. As for the kings and princes in the country, they all returned to the imperial capital to report their contributions..."

Li Jiangliang held the golden scroll and began to briefly explain the rewards that would be bestowed upon individuals and the Dao sect. The divine powers in heaven communicated with each other. When he finished reading, they all thanked him. However, they saw Ye Hui had already stepped out, bowed respectfully, and said:
"The credit belongs to the King of Wei. I, a guilty subject, am blessed with this grace from Heaven. I shed tears... I dare not take the throne... I only wish to serve the Immortal Ceremony Department and have my children serve the king in the court to repay the great grace of Zhen Qi!"

After these words came out, Li Jiangliang paused slightly, raised his eyebrows to look at the dark and sinister carriage, moved his ears, and then accepted the order and replied:
"The Immortal's intention must be conveyed to the palace, and we await the Holy Judgement!"

Ye Hui nodded politely, without any unnatural look, but the bronze chariot above still did not make a sound. The gods waited for a moment, and then saw a man step out.

This person was wearing a feather robe with rib patterns, was in the middle stage of the Purple Mansion, had strong magical powers, and his eyes were smiling. He bowed deeply and said:
"I, your subordinate, have received the grace of heaven and have something to offer to the Song Dynasty."

The underworld carriage shook, and Yang Ruiyi's calm voice came:

"Please tell me, real person."

Master Chang Yun looked around and said:
"After Jianghuai is pacified and Baijiang is stolen, the war will not end until the supernatural power is exhausted. It is not appropriate to fight with Shu. I was born in the East China Sea, and Jin Yi is my old friend. I am willing to go to Shu with my body and persuade the Jinyu tribes to bring Baijiang back and offer it to the enemy. We can take this place without bloodshed!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was silence.

There were still several people who did not know Zhang Yun's identity and the magical powers of this place. They all looked thoughtful at this moment. Even though the people from the Sun Taoist Sect had expected this, they still frowned at this moment.

Tinglan and Lin Chensheng looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes:
"Baijiang is the last piece of land that is constraining Jianghuai. Now that it has been taken by Xishu, they will not let go until they have squeezed out every last bit of profit. How can they return it so easily?"

This caused a silence among the gods, but the people in the bronze hall were not surprised. They said with a hint of joy that was not sure whether it was real or fake:

"Thank you for your help, Immortal. If you can succeed, you will be credited with great merit and allowed to enter the palace to practice the Mystery."

Master Chang Yun remained calm, nodded with a smile, and walked away. Yang Ruiyi changed the subject and talked about the future:

"Ye Hui, Jing Qi, and Qiu Hu are stationed at Changhe Mountain to the north of Baihai, using it as the boundary between Shu and Zhao, guarding Cheng Yun. Situ Huo, Chong Gong, and Jiu Wen are stationed at Tongdao Mountain. Sima Yuanli and Ting Lan..."

He paused for a moment and said quietly:

"You two will lead Chi Xuan and follow me to defeat Shan Ji with the King of Wei."

All the immortals obeyed the order, and the magical powers in the sky retreated. The gate in the sea began to move slowly, and finally the King of Wei was seen walking down from the hall. Yang Ruiyi also rode on the dark carriage, lifted the curtain, and said politely:

"please!"

The Heavenly Gate was filled with magical powers. Li Ximing sighed and escorted his own King Wei southward with Li Jiangqian. The other three sons followed the carriage and listened to Yang Ruiyi say:

"Jianglong, how are you injured? Come up and talk."

Obviously, Yang Ruiyi still had a preference for Li Jianglong, whom he had promoted, and only let him go with him. The young man immediately bowed and entered the carriage, and finally met the great general.

Yang Ruiyi's temperament was stagnant, and there was not much joy in his expression. He glanced at Li Jianglong and frowned:

"Why are you so absent-minded... How is your father's injury?"

"It's not serious at the moment."

Li Jianglong responded and bowed in return.

If you really want to make a fuss, Li Jianglong's heart has not been calm since he came out of the hall. He has some doubts in his heart and is deep in thought, so much so that Yang Ruiyi can see it. However, this matter is not easy to tell to outsiders, so he can only shake his head silently.

Yang Ruiyi did not ask any more questions. He looked at him deeply and suddenly said:
"Now that Jianghuai has calmed down, I should be relieved of my armor."

Although these words were plain, they made the young man raise his head suddenly. He was shocked and answered with lowered eyebrows:
"The general has just made an unprecedented contribution and is now at the peak of his powers. Northern Zhao is unwilling to resign, and Western Shu is eyeing him covetously... He still needs to take charge of the overall situation!"

Yang Ruiyi smiled, sat on one side of the underworld carriage, opened the curtain, looked at the dense and indissoluble evil spirit outside, the fatigue between his brows became more intense, and said softly:
"I entered the court as a general, and was considered a general in charge of the Huai River. Now... Jianghuai has been pacified, Jianmen has surrendered, and the second cultivator has entered the court. The strength under my command is much sufficient, and it won't be a big problem to defend Jianghuai... It's a good time to get away."

"There have been no major wars in the past few decades, which gives me time to pass this purple barrier."

"Congratulations General!"

Li Jianglong was surprised and asked Yang Ruiyi to wave his hand. His eyes were full of deep meaning and he said:
"Whether it can be accomplished or not, my duty from now on is to guard against Xishu. All of you will go to Huaijian, and each of you will be supervised by someone - you may have been under my command for many years, and you have always been conscientious and responsible. Some of the difficulties are also yours..."

Li Jianglong quickly shook his head and was about to speak when he was interrupted by the general. Yang Ruiyi looked at him with some complex expressions:
"I am a soft-hearted person. Since you have been under my command for many years, I have to give you some advice before we part... Your fate lies in Mingyang. If you cannot survive this disaster, you will die under the light of day. Only after you survive this disaster, there will be a chance for a turnaround."

Li Jianglong raised his head, and stared at him blankly with his golden eyes, as if he had never expected the great general of the Yang family to give him any advice. Yang Ruiyi looked outside by himself, watching the waves of the salt lake gradually disappear:
"I have met your brother. He is also a person who is unwilling to be inferior to others."

He turned his face slightly and spoke in a much lower voice:

"It's best if your father is still alive. If he is gone one day, you will have to find your own way out. Mingyang's affairs are all about the king and father, and as the saying goes, 'eldest brother is like a father'... You need to think about it... Some things that could have happened in the Wei court back then can now happen in the Wei Wang court."

His words were so clear that Li Jianglong lowered his eyebrows. The scene in the hall was still flashing before his eyes. The higher his father's cultivation level, the closer he was to Mingyang. Some scenes would spontaneously have images, which made Li Jianglong secretly ask in his heart:
'If one day, his father died while studying Taoism, and Li Jiangqian climbed up to a higher branch - for example, he became a Buddhist and killed his brothers to save the situation, would he do it?'

The answer was clear. He lowered his head and responded. Yang Ruiyi in front of him did not speak. He looked at the fairy peaks not far away, exhaled deeply from his lips, and said:

"Xuanyue Gate."

There was not much strange emotion in his eyes as he watched the magical powers emerge one after another, the rolling purple air and the blue-black light of "Zhengmu" shining, and the glorious Heavenly Gate officially fell at the foot of the mountain.

Yang Ruiyi opened the curtain and stepped down, looking at the Xuanshan Mountain that he had racked his brains for more than ten years but had not been able to break through. He gently tossed the tripod in his hand, and thousands of thunder lights fell on both sides. There was no persuasion or deterrence. Only his cold voice rang in the air:

"Attack the mountain."

……

The banished Qi was as heavy as ink, slowly flooding over from the north, hiding the light of the sun and moon in the sky, and sinking into a pitch-black darkness. The lights in the mountains lit up little by little, providing the last ray of light.

There was silence in front of the cave at the highest point. The middle-aged man knelt on the steps. The tiny light sprinkled on his face, making him dazed.

Kong Xiaxiang remembered that he had knelt more than once. It was also a dark and extremely quiet night. His teeth were broken by the people from the Muquan Sect. He escaped under the cover of darkness and also knelt in this position, shivering.

At that time, Master Zhaojing happened to pass by here. Kong Xiaxiang still remembers the words of the master:
"Then just kneel here. You won't be afraid if you can get through this."

'Zhao Jing Zhenren.'

He raised his eyebrows and saw the immortal in the platinum-colored Taoist robe under the Sky Gate that was shining with magical power in the heavy black fog. The immortal looked exactly the same as he did back then - Kong Xiaxiang was very grateful to him, but those who were under the protection of Mingyang's magical power were no longer a member of the Kong family.

He rested his forehead on the ground again and listened to the tiny sounds coming from above.

The old man is crying.

Since Xuanyue was liberated, Kong Guxi has stopped crying. The old man said that the days of wandering had drained his blood and that even a jar could not hold back his tears. Kong Xiaxiang even patted his chest and assured:

"I won't make my ancestors cry from now on."

Now the night is dark and the old man begins to cry again. These are not the tears of grief, shame, hatred and remorse that he shed fifty-four years ago, but an unconscious sob. The old man still feels let down, let down the real man who gave everything to save Xuanyue Sect and even left his body in his house.

His cloudy eyes, filled with tears, drooped, and the hot tears fell on the golden box in his hand, making the golden box seem particularly cold - this was Chang Xi's Taoist robe, which should have been in the ancestral hall, but Kong Guxi went to take it out at night:

"The Yang family hates me too much. If the Song soldiers enter the mountains, they will definitely insult my ancestral temples..."

With tears in his eyes, he thought:
"I would rather die in this robe than be humiliated by others!"

The magical movements outside were becoming more and more terrifying, like the end of the world, shaking the formation. Qi Lanyan's superb formation prolonged the destruction of Xuanyue Sect, forcing everyone to suffer in fear and despair.

"Boom!"

Bright thunder cut through the night sky, illuminating the woman's eyes. Kong Tingyun sat quietly in front of the cave door, watching the scene of destruction on the ceiling.

'Even Qi Lanyan has fallen.'

She sneered, filled her glass with wine, glanced at the sobbing old man, then looked at the younger generation kneeling on the ground in silence, stood up, drank the wine in the glass, and said:

“It was meant to be this day.”

Kong Tingyun's words were like a heavy hammer, breaking Kong Xiaxiang's tense heartstrings. He thought that after so many ups and downs, he could face everything with strength, but now he burst into tears and said:
“This is not the real person’s fault!”

Kong Tingyun shook her head, and there were also traces of tears on her pretty face:
"The Song court has hated me for many years. Now that the mountain gate has been breached, I will not be able to survive. I only hope that the general will be merciful and only punish the main culprit."

She took off the necklace from her neck, handed it to Kong Xiaxiang, and cried:
"This is a treasure given to me by the great master Zhixuanxie. It is a precious spiritual weapon. Considering that the master's relic [Ganshanfuhaihu] is still in the hands of the master Zhaojing, I have tried to exchange it several times, but because of the division between the north and the south, I didn't even have the chance to meet him... It was not accomplished."

"I knew a few years ago that I would not live long, and I wanted to exchange it for favors and protect my descendants, but no one dared to accept it, and no one dared to respond, so I have been waiting until today."

"Zhao Jing Zhenren and my Kong family are old friends. He should be able to persuade us to spare the life of our Kong family member and let him take him in... You should send this item down and give it to the young member. If there is a chance, give it to Zhao Jing Zhenren for protection..."

Kong Xiaxiang burst into tears but did not answer her. He knew in his heart how small the possibility of saving the Kong family was. However, Kong Tingyun did not look weak at all and said regretfully:

"I only regret that Xuan Guang Yi Yue Da Dao died in my hands!"

"Boom!"

The terrifying thunder struck the formation, and the huge sound made the mountains and forests tremble continuously. The silver-white light illuminated every corner. Kong Guxi's old face turned pale. He raised the golden box in his hand and cried:

"Real person!"

Kong Tingyun glanced at him softly with tears in her eyes, took the golden box, and rose step by step in the brown-yellow light, passing through the heavy clouds and the colorful formation, and stood before the thunder.

In an instant, the thunder stopped, the black fog stopped, the world became peaceful, and gazes that were either cold, hateful, pity, or sad were cast on her face one by one.

Kong Tingyun said calmly:
"I am here to die."