Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

"You haven't lost, you don't understand the feeling."

Dugu Sword Master spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Solitary City is too small."

Su Xuandao: "Wu Ming was born in the sword sect, and his background is far superior to yours. Dugu City is not worthy of your sword master."

"What do you mean?"

Dugu Sword Saint frowned.

"Come with me, go to Sanchuan, and enter the sword washing tower."

With his hands behind his back, Su Xuan proudly said: "Where is it, there are most of the martial arts in the world, and I can help you create Sword Twenty-Three and defeat Wuming."

Dugu Sword Master was silent. It has to be said that Su Xuan's proposal made him very tempted, but Dugu Sword Master did not agree immediately.

After a moment, he asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Hide your name and work for me. I will help you create Sword Twenty-Three, enter the Land of Gods and Wonderland, and protect the Dugu clan,"

Su Xuan cut to the chase.

Dugu Sword Master nodded: "Yes."

This condition is not too much. Dugu Sword Master is arrogant, but it does not mean that he is a fool.

A few days later, the news of Dugu Sword Master went mad and died suddenly spread from Dugu City, shaking the world.

Who would have thought that such a long-established grand master of the Celestial Phenomena Realm would go mad because of a defeat.

Dugu held a heavy funeral ceremony for Dugu Sword Master, and before that, Su Xuan had already left from Dugu City in a carriage.

Chapter 160: [-] Cavalry Out of Sanchuan

The carriage drove slowly on the official road, only Liu Sheng Piaoxu and Zhu Yuyan knew that besides Su Xuan, there was another man in the carriage.

The Dugu Sword Master who escaped by feigning death by going crazy can't be said to be a fake death, after all, the one who died is exactly the same as the body of Dugu Sword.

Even Wushuangjian, he stayed in Dugu City.

Now in this world, only three people know that Dugu Sword Master is still alive, Su Xuan, Liu Sheng Piaoxu and Zhu Yuyan.

Other than that, there is no one else.

Of course, as for whether anyone would doubt whether the Dugu Sword Master really went mad and died suddenly, that's none of Su Xuan's business.

Anyway, if it stands up to scrutiny, even if someone digs the grave, there will still be corpses inside.

Ten months later, under the city of Ji, a girl from Xuanyuan's family rode on a horse, watching the carriage going away, and it took a long time before she turned around and headed for Dengzhou.

On the carriage, Zhu Yuyan said regretfully, "My lord, if you are tougher, even if I try hard, I will take her back to Sanchuan."

"Yes."

Liu Sheng Piaoxu nodded: "Sister Yan'er said, this Xuanyuan family is good at giving birth."

"Okay, okay, hurry up."

Su Xuan's voice came from the carriage.

"Why, have you taken a fancy to this girl from the Xuanyuan family?"

Inside the car, Dugu Sword Master said, "Do you need me to go to Huishan? Although there is an old monster in Xuanyuan's family, I don't take it seriously."

"It's all and what."

Su Xuan couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't listen to Yan'er's nonsense."

"It's normal for men to love women."

Dugu Sword Master stroked his beard: "It's not something shameful."

"Besides, in my opinion, that girl seems to be very interested in you. If you don't make an early move, be careful not to be robbed by the old ghost of the Xuanyuan family."

"tell you later."

Su Xuan shook his head.

In June, the carriage crossed Heyang, entered Sanchuan from Jianbeiguan, and went straight to Sanchuan Palace in Dahe County.

Send Dugu Sword Saint directly to the Jianjian Tower, and Su Xuan returned to the "Eight Five Three" villa of the palace. So far, the Sanchuan Palace can be regarded as having a real top powerhouse.

In addition to Su Xuan, the Dugu Sword Master in the Great Celestial Phenomenon Realm, plus Zhu Yuyan, there is also a circle center in the Great Vajra Realm, plus the Huayu Terrace hidden in the dark.

The forces under his command have basically taken shape, enough to firmly control Sanchuan in his own hands.

For the time being, Su Xuan has no plans to return to Qixia Town in Guanzhong, but lives in the other garden of the Wangfu to accumulate his martial arts background.

And Wuming disappeared for a few months after defeating the Dugu Sword Master in Dugu City, and then came back to challenge the masters of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

At the same time, under the escort of the one-armed old man, the prince of Xiliang set off from Xiliang and entered the rivers and lakes again.

The entire Kyushu Wulin did not become quiet because of Su Xuan's silence, but became more and more chaotic.

The vendettas in the rivers and lakes, the confrontation of masters, the battle of sects, and the rivalry among the three religions have intensified.

Fighting in the rivers and lakes is endless, and the court is also turbulent. Xiliang, Heyang, Wu Zhou, and Daming kept making small moves in private.

Frictions on the border continued one after another, and the entire Kyushu seemed to be in chaos.

This year's snow came very early, and it was also very heavy. The wind was howling, and the surging snow was rolling and splashing.

The mountains and rivers are submerged, and overnight, the city is full of white heads. In the small garden, the ponds, rockery, green bamboos and ancient trees are all covered with snow and frost.

Two figures were dancing in the courtyard, like elves, swords collided, sparks splashed, skirts fluttered, like fairies in snow.

Ya'er and Liu Sheng Piaoxu practiced more than a hundred moves against each other, their true energy was aroused, and the heat was billowing, so they gave up.

In the hut, Su Xuan was leaning on a chair, with charcoal burning in the copper stove in front of him to dispel the cold air.

The sword case was hung on the wall, and the green bamboo sword was also included in it, and the sword body was nourished with the sharpness and sharp gold energy of eighteen divine swords.

"My lord, this is the file that was sorted out recently."

Chen Wending is now the long history of the Sanchuan Palace, leading the government affairs of the palace. This guy is indeed talented, and he manages the land of Sanchuan in an orderly manner.

Chen Wending stood at the door, shaking off the snow on his body, and then came in, presenting a thick dossier and saying: "As the end of the year draws near, all the money and food submitted from various places need to be stored.

Among them, the first three volumes are the official books of the three counties, the grain book and the money book, and the last three volumes are the military book, military book and horse book. "

"Sit down and have a cup of hot tea."

He beckoned.

Chen Wending took his seat, wearing a gray robe. Compared with when he introduced himself under Qingzhou City in the past, he has changed a lot.

Becoming the long history of the Sanchuan Prince's Mansion, leading the government affairs of the three counties, honed him more and more calmly.

The maid brought hot tea, Chen Wending took a sip, grinned and said, "Good tea, but Bodhi Sect's Bodhi tea."

"Do you still recognize this tea?"

Su Xuan was surprised.

"I haven't drunk it, but I read it in the Tea Classics. It is said that this tea can strengthen the mind and brighten the state of mind."

Chen Wending shook his head: "And the output is extremely low, less than two catties a year."

"Yes."

He said: "A few days ago, Cihang Jingzhai's concubine Xuan came to Sanchuan and brought me two taels."

"this."

Chen Wending rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Young master, if you want to share some with me."

"You poor scholar, how can you appreciate such good tea?"

Su Xuan joked.

"My son's words are ridiculous."

Chen Wending was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "It is precisely because I was born in a poor family that I want to taste more and gain insights, so that I will not lose your son when I go out in the future."

"Go! Go! Go."

Su Xuan disliked it: "Qiu'er, take a pinch of my Bodhi tea and let Chen Wending take it with me later."

"Chen Changshi, come to beat my young master's autumn wind again."

Erba Fanghua's maid reluctantly gave him a small porcelain vase of tea, Chen Wending took it with a smile, and hurriedly stuffed it into his sleeve, fearing that someone would snatch it.

"Talk to me verbally."

He also picked up the teacup and sipped the bodhi tea.

"it is good."

Chen Wending nodded and began to dictate.

"This year, the total grain output of the three counties is about 800 million shi, and 400 million shi has been stored in the warehouse. The money and grain in the treasury are very sufficient.

[-] heavy armored cavalry, [-] light cavalry, and [-] infantry have all been trained, and everyone wears armor. According to what the young master said, in the next two years, [-] iron cavalry and [-] sailors will be trained again. Among them, it is expected that enough soldiers will be recruited in the spring of next year.

The horses are ready, and the warship is also under construction. "

This is the richness of the land of Sanchuan, far surpassing that of Xiliang and other bitterly cold places, and it is more than enough to support 30 troops.

After all, the ancients said: Three rivers are cooked, and the world is full.

This is not for nothing.

Suddenly, time goes by day by day, the rivers and lakes are still the same rivers and lakes, and the world is still the same world.

The legend belonging to Su Xuan continues, but new legends are also being born.

In June of the sixth year of Tianwu, Tianjian Wuming went to the Kuzen Sect, defeated the abbot of the Kuchan Sect first, and then fought against an old monk of the Kuchan Sect who is a land god and fairyland.

In August of the sixth year of Tianwu, Wuming climbed to Shaolin and broke through the formation of eighteen bronze figures.

In October of the sixth year of Tianwu, Wuming entered Shangqing Mountain, fought hard with the third sword in the world, 81 [-] moves, lost and retreated.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the seventh year of Tianwu, Wuming stepped into Shengxian Village, fought against a Confucian land god and fairyland powerhouse, and left with a big victory.

In June of the seventh year of Tianwu, Wuming entered the Demon Sect of Heaven and Earth, killed the Gods and Immortals of the Land, and then left without a trace in the Jianghu.

In September of the seventh year of Tianwu, Empress Wu Zhou mobilized 30 troops to march out from Kaiyang, Pingze, and Kaien to attack Liuyi.

For several years, the rivers and lakes were turbulent, bloody and rainy, but Su Xuan, the green bamboo sword god, never stepped out of Sanchuan.

It seems to have completely withdrawn from the rivers and lakes.

"My lord, Empress Wu Zhou has started to use troops against the six barbarians."

In the small garden, Su Xuan was basking in the sun, Ya'er hurried into the courtyard with a solemn expression.

He took the information, glanced at it casually, handed it back to Ya'er, and said with a smile: "She uses troops as she chooses, it's none of my business, counting the time, Wu Yue'er has been on the throne for several years, and it's time to wipe out the six barbarians." In her plan.

If it weren't for the constant border disputes with Heyang in the past few years, I'm afraid he would have used troops against Liuyi long ago. "

"Hee hee, son, this empress is your old friend."

Ya'er covered her mouth and kept laughing.

"Who said that?"

He pouted.

"That's what everyone in the rivers and lakes say."

Ya'er put away the information, and continued: "The chief minister of the Heyang imperial family arrived in Xiliang yesterday, I'm afraid this time they will reach a deal with Xiliang, and then the army will go north to suppress Wu Zhou."

"Go and call Ning Feng over."

"it is good."

Not long after, a burly figure stepped into the small garden, with a hulking back and waist, nine feet in length, different from ordinary people, wrapped in black armor, with a long knife pinned to his waist, his face was about 30 years old, and his eyes were bright. Ruya, that face and burly body always have a sense of disharmony.

"Son."

The man clasped his fists.

"Ning Feng, you have been in charge of the Sanchuan Iron Cavalry for two years, right?"