Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 22

"Woooooo...I haven't eaten for three days...Woooo...I haven't eaten for three days...Woooooo...I haven't eaten for three days..."

Xiao Baozi, who was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, thought that not eating for three days was the greatest pain in his life. As for any other miserable situation, he really couldn't think of it, and it was three days without eating.

Qin Changge rolled his eyes from an angle that no one would see. He had no choice but to squat down, hug him, and said to the guard with a sad face, "This child is wandering on the street and no one cares about him. I look pitiful, so I picked him up." , The princess is merciful, we are half monks again, and the monks are merciful, there is no reason to see death without saving, even if the princess knows it, she will blame us, little brother, let us go in, but it is only five years old My child, I will take him into the kitchen and have a full meal, and he will never be surprised."

The guard hesitated, looking at the beautiful and graceful woman in front of him, and the light and mysterious temperament shrouded in smoke, he was a little nervous. For a woman who can be regarded as beautiful, no matter how hard-hearted people are, they will inevitably soften their hearts. Big black and white eyes, looking like a watery puppy.

He hesitated, duty and pity made him in a dilemma.

But someone spoke coldly.

"Who is making noise there?"

Qin Changge lowered his eyelashes, raised them again, and quietly looked into the courtyard.

The courtyard was full of maple trees. In October, the maple leaves were as red as fire, and they were blown down by the gentle and bleak wind in late autumn. They soon accumulated a layer on the ground, and the servants couldn't clean them up. It looked like a frost-red carpet. At the end of the carpet, blue tiles and white walls, log-colored steps painted with tung oil extend upwards, connecting the winding and deep corridor.

On the promenade, the swirling and fluttering red leaves form a continuous curtain, vividly reflecting today's emperor in a brocade robe embroidered with twelve golden dragons on a black chassis, a golden crown and a chiseled belt, a long body, a straight back, and a figure and temperament like a famous sword drawn out of its sheath. Severe, noble and handsome on the dazzling face, the eyebrows flew obliquely into a sharp angle, and the eyes that were sunk under the brows were darker than the color of the clothes, and also more bright and shining.

He tilted his head slightly, and looked over from a distance, he was obviously just standing there coldly, but the compelling and awe-inspiring aura seemed to be approaching him.

Dressed in plain clothes, the elegant Princess Wenchang stood beside him quietly.

The people in the courtyard immediately knelt down and shouted long live, their foreheads reached the ground, and bowed down to the dust.

Qin Changge was already squatting, but now he was kneeling neatly, Xiao Rong turned around to look at him stupidly, slipped into his mother's arms, and whispered: "I don't kneel!"

Qin Changge turned him back, covering most of his short figure, and said in a low voice, "Squat then."

On that side, Xiao Jue had already seen Qin Changge, his eyes accidentally passed over the little beggar, and gliding past without stopping, stopped on Qin Changge's face.

This woman, he remembered, was not because of her amazing appearance, which made him remember her at a glance among the countless beauties he had seen, but because of her floating mist-like aura, which was very special. Looking at her , It's like looking at the distant mountains and clear waters outside the curtain through a crystal curtain, only to feel that the mountains are empty and the water patterns are faint, which seem to be close but actually far away, not a complete picture.

"You," he closed his gaze as soon as he touched it, like a dead leaf floating across the water, "You are killed with a stick, you know?"

"Stick kill."

The two cruel words made Qin Changge's eyebrows twitch slightly.

Xiao Jue, you have really changed.

That violent but kind-hearted young man in the past, when the army was marching, met a homeless old man who was crying beside the road. He saved his dry food and hurriedly stuffed it into the opponent's arms. He gulped cold water and laughed loudly. Jumping on his horse, he raised his whip and said, "Although human life is worse than a dog in troubled times, you should still struggle to survive—old man, wait for us to calm down the mountains and rivers and return you to your homeland!"

How heroic and heroic was Xiao Jue at that time, wantonly fighting?Youthful spirit, radiant brilliance, bright as a sky mirror in the hands of a fairy, reflecting all the ghosts and ghosts in the world, gloomy and ambiguous, descending into the world like a god, and shining all over the world.

Once upon a time, although the brilliance was still there, it was as sharp as a blade, and it would hurt people if it came out?
Many, many years ago, there were lovers who rode their horses wantonly, sang in harmony, and walked forward proudly in the blood-stained yellow sand. , is better than thousands of years of moonlight.

Is it beautiful and transparent like glass, which cannot stay in this dirty world forever after all?
And the filth and dust in the world finally covered the youth's clear eyes?

The guard's hand was about to touch Qin Changge's shoulder.

Pressing down on his son who was about to jump, Qin Changge did not resist the guards, his smile remained unchanged, and he looked up at Xiao Jue.

"Your Majesty, you can be killed with a stick in shock, but are you shocked?"

Xiao Jue raised an eyebrow.

"I, Xiliang, founded the country by force. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven on horseback. He conquered the four fields and fought against thousands of troops. He is the lord of the real dragon who walked out of the bone cluster and the bloody abyss. Without a blink of an eye, if a mere weak maidservant who has no strength to restrain a chicken can surprise my Lord of Xiliang, if it spreads out, I am afraid that His Majesty's reputation will be damaged, and the life of a servant is cheap, and death is not a pity, but it must not Dare to be so honored by His Majesty's illustrious reputation, and make people around the world feel despised by me."

After finishing speaking, Qin Changge bowed to the ground respectfully, without raising his head.

Xiao Jue remained silent, staring at Qin Changge, his eyes flowing like the scorching sun at noon, shining so brightly that it was impossible to look directly at him. Wen Chang had been watching this once loving couple who had never met each other, with a slightly sad expression on his face. He also said softly: "Your Majesty, the Buddha is a good place, please don't be stained with innocent blood."

The bloody word is still hovering on the tip of his tongue.

A cry like a crane's chirping pierced through the clouds.

A long streak of snow suddenly rose from the sky.

Almost at the moment it rose, the dazzling light had just reached people's eyes, and the long beam had turned into a billowing beam of light and was approaching.

Like snow and sword light.

Splendid as a brocade, gorgeous as the sword light of spring.

A sword can move mountains, and the sword light is as gorgeous as a shooting star swaying in the blue sky.

The sword light poured down like a ladle from the sky, unobstructed and unstoppable, pouring towards Xiao Jue like a wind and thunder.

At that moment, Xiao Jue's whole body was shrouded in the brilliance of the sword.

Amidst the sound of screaming and running, Qin Changge gripped the ground with his fingers.

"The crane chirps to the clouds, and the sword moves a mountain of spring."

"Bright Sword"

"Sword Fairy"

Shangguan Qingxun!

How could this generation of sword immortals who have been famous for 30 years and were famous all over the world in the past, who were supposed to live in seclusion in Penglai Island outside the haze, suddenly reappear here after decades of hiding in the fairyland?

Who can make this generation of peerless swordsmen who look down on the world and are said to be extremely arrogant once again practice the world of mortals?
Qin Changge turned countless thoughts at this moment.

To save, or not to save?

Sword Immortal has a quirk in his life, and he doesn't kill people in front of people who know him.

As for Qin Changge, he had met him a few times in the past.

As long as he calls out the word "Sword Immortal", Xiao Jue's life can be saved.

But, a little palace maid who knows Sword Immortal?

But, to save Xiao Jue?

Lying on the ground, three feet away, the wind was still as strong as a hurricane, and Qin Changge's long hair was pulled, and the hem of his skirt was all flying up.

Xiao Jue, who was in the middle of the vortex, was sure to die.

At this moment, Qin Changge was in a turmoil, sighed, and was about to raise his head.

The blue shadow flashed.

It was as fast as if he was standing there, in front of Xiao Jue, with a body as slippery as a swimming fish and as weird as a ghost, facing the suffocating and powerful sword wind, he rushed straight at him.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The edge of the sword enters the shoulder.

As if he didn't see the long sword piercing his body, Qingying suddenly took another step forward.

creak.

A sour voice sounded.

The edge of the sword pierced into the flesh, passed through the shoulder blade, and could not move forward any further.

Jianfeng was met by the man in green with his shoulder at a very ingenious angle, and then twisted at a wrong step after entering the flesh, and was stuck with his shoulder blade.

Blood gushed like a spring, pouring down along the edge of the sword, and it was about to pour into Shangguan Qingxun's sleeve.

With a flick of his finger, the long sword suddenly disappeared.

Shangguan Qingxun's face was full of disgust, and he flew back a few feet in an instant like a long smoke passing through the sky.

He has a cleanliness habit, and hates human blood the most, so he doesn't have a special famous sword, because he hates wiping the sword after killing.

Famous swords have lost their meaning to him. In his hands, even a dead branch is better than a powerful soldier in the world.

Standing on the slanting leaves of a purple chrysanthemum, he didn't look at Xiao Jue, but looked around vaguely, and finally stopped on the man in Tsing Yi.

Whoever his icy eyes fell on, felt as if being pierced by an ice arrow. Only the man in Tsing Yi was bleeding profusely but his expression remained unchanged.

It was the man in Tsing Yi who came out like a ghost when Qin Changge first saw Xiao Jue and deliberately dropped the scriptures, Xiao Jue's hidden guard.

His face was pale and dead silent, and his ordinary facial features couldn't tell that the fierce and fearless act of treating his own flesh and blood like nothing was done by him just now.

He is eighty years old, but because of the cultivation of energy, Shangguan Qingxun, who looks like a middle-aged scholar in his forties, rested his eyes on his face, and said, "Take off your mask!"

The man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to hear it, he just stood in front of Xiao Jue, the blood kept dripping from his shoulders, ticking, and soon there was a puddle on the ground.

Xiao Jue, who was blocked by him, suddenly pushed away the guards rushing to surround him, stepped forward slowly, and said proudly: "Who are you?"

Shangguan Qingxun looked up at the sky and ignored him.

Xiao Jue stood straight, and said word by word: "No matter who you are, don't think about being rude in front of me, and don't even think about hurting people who hurt me, and there will be no future troubles!"

Shangguan Qingxun glanced at him, and said coldly: "Just relying on you stupid guards?"

"Maybe I can't do anything to you now," Xiao Jue said sharply, "However, anyone who offends my Xiliang Tianwei will be punished no matter how far away!"

Shangguan Qingxun slowly lowered his gaze, then took a serious look at Xiao Jue, and murmured for a long time, "I always thought that those old guys led the little girl to choose the wrong person, and it got out of hand... Now look Come on, it's kind of interesting..." He suddenly turned his head to look around again, and said: "Boy, you are wrong this time..." He laughed, flicked his sleeves, and moved out like a flowing cloud. In a blink of an eye, the figure was gone, and I could only faintly hear someone chanting loudly: "There is nowhere to look for the old tour, and there is only a youthful heart...", the voice drifted away like a gossamer, as if it was above the clouds, and it seemed to be far away. Hundreds of feet away.

(End of this chapter)