I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 91 Let [Lu Wu Jian] be stained with some blood, so as to shock the world

In the Taiyuan Palace, the swordsman still carried a sword. She even had two swords on her waist, one pitch black and one snow-white. Both were silent, as if they had temporarily restrained their sharpness because of the majesty of this magnificent imperial pavilion.

Song Xiqu is already old, he is seventy-eight years old. In addition, he was born in a poor family and has never practiced cultivation since childhood. His spirit is now a little exhausted, and the traces of time are deeply left on his wrinkled forehead. Only his eyes are not turbid, but extremely deep, as if like a deep pool, which has experienced the trials of time, but is still clear and bright, shining, as if it can see through everything in the world.

At this moment, the old man was personally making tea for the young swordsman in front of him.

When boiling water is poured into the purple clay teapot, the curled up tea leaves are instantly activated, tumbling and stretching in the water. In a flash, a fresh and elegant scent fills your nose, invigorating your spirit.

This tea is an excellent tea.

Even though this swordsman once held a high position in the Taoist sect and had traveled around the world with extraordinary knowledge, he had never seen such the fragrance of tea.

Song Xiqu made tea and poured it for the swordsman: "This tea was planted by me in the courtyard. It has been with me throughout my wanderings. When I was young, my father and I planted a tea tree. Later, we fled to my hometown when we were fleeing from the bandits.

My father had no choice but to move to Beiyun Prefecture with me and the tea tree. Later, I became a successful scholar and served as the county magistrate of Luming County in the north. The tea tree followed me to Luming.

Later, I was promoted to the prefect of Tianshan, then came to the capital, was exiled from the capital, went to Jiuhuzhou, and then returned to the capital. This went on for more than seventy years, and this tea tree has also been with me for more than seventy years. "

"According to reason, this tea tree should have died long ago after its roots were pulled out many times, but it has not died and has taken root in Xuantianjing. This is a miracle."

The young swordsman drank the tea and put it down his throat. The sweet aroma slowly spread out, which made her feel refreshed. Then there was the mellow and long-lasting tea aroma, which slowly came out in her mind. The rich aroma contained a faint floral scent, which seemed to linger between her mouth and nose, leaving her with an endless aftertaste.

At the same time, the young swordsman was surprised to find that the true energy in his body, which had remained unchanged for a long time, seemed to smell the fragrance of the tea, became much more excited, and began to flow spontaneously.

The young swordsman was greatly surprised.

The old man in front of me holds a high position but does not practice spiritual cultivation. Instead, he grows a tea tree, and the tea leaves he picks have such miraculous effects.

Song Xiqu was still washing tea leaves with his head down, saying, "It's a pity that this tea tree has been overworked and can no longer grow. After seventy or eighty years, it is only half the height of a man, and the tea produced each year is even less.

This year it is only 2.1 jin. Sect Master Wenren came at the right time. You can take 3 liang with you when you go back. It can quench your thirst on weekdays."

The young swordsman wanted to refuse, but after savoring the mellow fragrance of the tea, he was a little shaken. He just bowed and said, "Prime Minister Song, you are too polite. This tea tree was planted by Prime Minister Song. The tea leaves are precious. Giving Zhixian three taels is too much. It is a heavy gift that I cannot accept... I will only take one tael, which I will use for my daily practice."

Song Xiqu put down the purple clay teapot in his hand and looked up at the young swordsman.

"Master Wenren, if there were no Master of Tianren Temple, if there were no Crown Prince Daqian, the Heavenly King of the Great Zen Temple, and only five or six other people, you would be the most advanced person among the young generation today."

Sect Master Wenren looked down at the two long swords on his waist and shook his head, saying, "I am about the same age as Tianren Temple Master, but he reached the realm of creation at the age of nineteen. Now he is far ahead of others in the realm of creation and has even engraved words on the ninth stele. I am far inferior to him.

The Crown Prince of Daqian and the Heavenly King of the Great Chan Temple in this life are both peerless figures. The Crown Prince of Daqian is in charge of the magical power of [Heavenly Talisman], which is the best in the world of Taoism. The Heavenly King of this life came into the world with innate wisdom, and was born with a natural understanding of the twelve heavenly skills and thirty-six magical powers of the Great Chan Temple.

But I only have six swords, which is far inferior to him.

In addition, there are several young people who I cannot match.

When Dayu Kuixing was the same age as me, he was also stronger than me. Prime Minister Song, thank you for your praise."

"Master Wenren is too modest." Song Xiqu brushed his robe and said, "The world is vast, and there are countless living beings. In addition to the millions of human beings, there are also demons and monsters.

But among so many living beings, demons and ghosts, how many can reach the level of creation at the age of twenty-something?"

Sect Leader Wenren was silent. Seeing Song Xiqu pouring tea for her again, she picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Song Xiqu sighed and said, "You were once a member of my Great Yu. Now the world is in chaos. The Northern Kingdom's army, with its iron cavalry and cloud eagles, intends to swallow up the seven states of my Southern Kingdom.

Daqian has already started the war. After destroying the twelve small countries, Daqian will surely mobilize thousands of Xuanmen monks and the Killing Kirin Army to stir up the mountains and rivers. Daqian is already in danger. "

"It's a pity that there are too many corrupt people in the court and the country. They sit high on their merits and have forgotten their worries. The cultivation resources they collected earlier in the world are all kept at the bottom of their treasury. They would rather die than share what they have. When the Daqian army arrives, they will also be burned to dust in the flames along with their family gates.

They have oppressed the people of Dayu for five hundred years, sucking their blood and marrow from them, raising huge monsters one after another. Now that they are standing before the people of the world, these people don’t even know how to save their own lives. "

"It's time for Dayu to remove the sick bones."

Song Xiqu whispered slowly, his voice was not loud, but it was like the sound of a huge bell or a war drum declaring war.

Sect Leader Wenren listened carefully and touched the sword at his waist.

Song Xiqu coughed a few times, but his eyes were particularly determined as he looked at Sect Master Wenren: "It's a pity that these rotten meats have grown together with Dayu. Under the current situation, it is difficult to punish them severely.

So I thought of asking Sect Leader Wenren to hold the seal, hold the whip of my Dayu court, look at these rotten flesh in the world, and wave the whip at the same time, so that they can restrain themselves and not be so presumptuous.

"What do you think, Sect Master Wenren?"

Sect Master Wenren asked, "Dayu has many strong people, not to mention the aristocratic families, even the Three Mountains and Two Sects, and even the royal family have countless strong people.

In addition, there is the Dayu Kuixing hanging high in the sky, illuminating the entire Dayu.

Wouldn't it be better if they held whips?"

Song Xiqu shook his head, with some emotion in his tone: "There are indeed quite a few strong men in Dayu, but most of them come from aristocratic families. If the strong men of the royal family take action, the country will be unstable. The three mountains and two sects all want to be free and do not want to make enemies, which is also not possible.

That's why I specially asked the Sect Master to come... Now the Sect Master is alone, and if he wants to reach the highest point, he needs an extraordinary opportunity.

I'll give you this opportunity.

It can even make you the second Dayu Kuixing in the world, rising up and shining brightly above the heavens and below the earth."

"Master Wenren...what do you think?"

Sect Leader Wenren lowered his head in thought.

Just at this moment, something in the distance seemed to attract her. She looked up and looked outside the Taiyuan Palace, straight towards the direction of the Yufu Palace.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Song Xiqu was somewhat puzzled, and also looked in the direction that Sect Leader Wenren was looking.

At this time, footsteps were heard in front of Taiyuan Palace. Several heroic guards holding swords entered the palace first, and then a king wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a twelve-tassel crown on his head stepped in.

The jade beads on his crown tassel swayed gently with his steps, making subtle clinking sounds. The golden dragon embroidered on his dragon robe bared its fangs and waved its claws, looking lifelike. As he walked, it seemed to be tumbling and swimming in the sea of clouds.

The current Emperor Zhaofu walked into the Taiyuan Palace in this way.

He is over sixty years old, but his posture is still upright, his steps are steady and powerful, and each step seems to carry a thousand pounds of weight. The tail of the dragon robe behind him brushes gently on the ground, like golden waves constantly rolling.

Song Xiqu and Sect Leader Wenren both stood up and saluted respectfully.

Emperor Zhaofu walked up the steps, sat on the high seat, and gently raised his hand. Time had left traces on his face, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were like the winding river of time, but he was still majestic.

The sounds of bells and chimes came slowly, and the lingering sound accompanied the breathing of Dayu, an ancient dynasty with a history of 480 years, and also accompanied the breathing of Emperor Zhaofu.

"Master Wenren." Emperor Zhaofu suddenly spoke, looking outside the Taiyuan Palace: "Looking towards the Yufu Palace, are you interested in that calligraphy?"

Sect Master Wenren bowed and said, "Forgive me. When I entered the palace, I saw an old friend and left an extra trace of divine aura behind... It was Zhixian who was rude."

"No problem." Emperor Zhaofu said casually, and then ordered: "Bring that calligraphy here, it may interest Sect Master Wenren. It just so happens that Prime Minister Song and I will take a closer look at it."

There was wind blowing through the palace, as if responding to Emperor Zhaofu's words.

After less than twenty breaths, a breeze blew outside the door again, and a young eunuch wearing a dark purple dragon robe and a sable tail on his head crown appeared, holding a jade plate with a piece of Luohe paper on it.

He bent down, took small steps, and brought the jade plate to Emperor Zhaofu's side.

Emperor Zhaofu took the paper, glanced at it casually, and then there was some surprise on his face.

His eyes first fell on the poem, and then he saw the sword-like momentum in the brush and ink, and swept across it like this... until finally they fell on the three words "Chen Zhian".

Those three characters contained a strong sense of sword power and high spirits, which was quite rare.

He couldn't help but nodded slightly, then casually handed the paper to the young eunuch. The young eunuch put the paper on a jade plate and then handed it to the swordsman.

The swordsman took the Luohe paper and looked at it.

Song Xiqu seemed to be looking at the paper with some curiosity.

So the swordsman stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly.

In an instant.

In it, a sword force flew out, moving like a winding dragon or snake, retracting and sending freely, without any sense of stagnation; and the sword force was continuous, flowing like clouds and water, just like a writer holding a pen and writing a brilliant article.

But at the same time, there was another sword force that was even more extraordinary!
As soon as the knife's force was raised, it had already suppressed the sword's force by far, just like the ice at the source of a river, with both coldness and sharpness revealed, and then it was like the rushing water of the Huanglong River, surging and surging, destroying everything in its path.

Its momentum is like the Yellow River water coming from the sky, surging and surging, as if to sweep everything into the torrent of this sword force.

The Zhaofu Emperor on the throne suddenly asked, "Master Wenren, how powerful do you think this sword is?"

"Ninth level." Sect Master Wenren said, "Nine-level sword power is too rare... It is even integrated into the brush and ink, and is extremely refined. The talent of swordsmanship is amazing."

At this time, the paper had been taken by Song Xiqu. He first saw the sentence "Today I show it to you, who has any grievances?"

Then I saw the name written on the brush, the three big words "Chen Zhi'an" that looked like a flood passing by, and a smile finally appeared on the old man's face.

At this time, Emperor Zhaofu suddenly asked: "Chen Zhian...whose son is this?"

Song Xiqu quietly put the paper into his sleeve and said with a smile, "This Chen Zhian is not from a noble family, but the son of a teacher in Sunan Prefecture."

"Huh?" Emperor Zhao Fu was somewhat puzzled: "What kind of teacher can teach such a young man?"

"His father... The Saint should have some impression of him. At that time, I was still a scholar in Zhongji Palace. You ordered me to take out the famous sword [Yellow Bird Wind] from Zhongji Palace and secretly give it to this person."

Emperor Zhaofu frowned and asked, "Is it Chen Shuijun?"

Song Xiqu nodded.

"Did he catch the cicada?"

"The last time he came to Xuantianjing, he had already caught two cicadas, the Donghuang and Baizang cicadas. Now he has arrived at Daci Temple and has probably caught the Yuanying cicada. Now he only needs the Huaixu cicada to complete the four-season cicada collection."

The expression of Sect Leader Wenren standing by suddenly changed.

In this world... is there really anyone who can catch cicadas of all four seasons?

Emperor Zhaofu suddenly clapped his hands and said with a smile: "How about letting Chen Shuijun hold the [Lu Wujian]?"

Song Xiqu shook his head: "Chen Shuijun is already forty years old, but he lacks the murderous aura. He is inferior to others when he comes to hold the seal."

"Find some young people to hold the seal, so as to create some bloody atmosphere, and let the [Luwu Mirror] be stained with blood, so as to shock the world."

"I think Chen Shuijun's son is quite suitable."

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"Ten years of sharpening a sword, but the frosty blade has never been tested."

"Today I will show you, who has grievances?"

Princess Linglong stood in front of the sandalwood table, unaware of the few strands of hair falling.

She lowered her head and looked at the poems on the table, seeming a little surprised that Chen Zhian could write such chivalrous poems.

The poem about a beautiful woman who wants to summon a sky full of bright moon and uses the rushing of hundreds of rivers to metaphorically describe her own bold and unrestrained poetry, plus today's poem about a knight who sweeps away all the haze.

Princess Linglong thought she was smart, but she found that she was increasingly unable to see through Chen Zhian.

The young man, who was both a great poet and painter, had already climbed to a height that others could not reach, which made her feel dazed.

"Moreover... this Chen Zhian is still cultivating. The last time I saw him, he was still in the True Essence realm. Now he is so shrouded in mystery that it is hard to see clearly..."

"Such a young man's cultivation talent is a bit lacking. At the age of eighteen, even if he has already reached the True Essence Stage, it is already a bit slow."

Princess Linglong thought so, then suddenly laughed and shook her head: "In this world, how can there be someone who can reach the top in everything? Chen Zhian is already a master in both poetry and painting. If he can also surpass his peers in cultivation, wouldn't it be... too monstrous."

There was a smile on her lips.

She was already very satisfied to have received such a chivalrous poem.

"It's a pity that I haven't even seen the original manuscript before it was taken away by Taiyuan Palace...

It would be a good thing for Chen Zhian if the emperor saw this poem. "

(End of this chapter)