Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

This father-in-law is really not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of having his son-in-law hacked to death.

Faced with this knife-crazy father-in-law, Yang Zhao was helpless.

The Huangji Zhenshi Bells exploded one after another, emitting five-colored light and hovering in the sky above Yang Zhao.

At the same time, Yang Zhao raised his sword without any other thoughts. He just used the most simple way to chop, lift and swipe, destroying all the strange blade visions in the void.

Did the ancient ancestors have any knowledge or views about the heaven and earth?

There is a fart.

The road is rough and arduous, but the torch is passed on.

Only when generations of people work together and use slash-and-burn methods to eliminate the brutal threats, open up a home, and protect their own families.

The power of heaven and earth, and the brutality of hundreds of races, are not enough to break the backbone of the human race.

This battle is not only a sublimation and breakthrough of Song Que's own swordsmanship.

For Yang Zhao, this was also a kind of refinement.

The knives and swords collided continuously on the sea surface, strange phenomena in the sky appeared and disappeared, and the tsunami waves that seemed like a natural disaster were shattered.

That is, Yang Zhao and Song Que chose the battlefield on the sea far away from the mainland.

Otherwise, the almost life-and-death fight between the two would be enough to completely destroy the thousand-year-old nest of the entire Lingnan Song clan.

This battle lasted for three full days.

A strong man at the level of Martial Saint is almost inhuman, his whole body is flawless and he does not leak any essence.

Even those sword lights and sword qi that were slashed hundreds of miles away would turn into infinite vital energy after being annihilated and be absorbed back into the bodies of Yang Zhao and Song Que.

And in this battle.

Song Que's will, from being cold and silent at the beginning, became increasingly ethereal and ruthless, until finally, the Nine Heavenly Swords came into being, and the constraints formed by the Eight Heavenly Sword Secrets were completely broken.

A powerful and domineering blade light tore through the entire ocean, even creating a trench on the offshore continental shelf.

The Martial Saint broke through the barriers and went straight into the ceiling.

The shackles that Song Que had been bound by for twenty years in the knife-grinding hall were completely cut off. Just like Ling Donglai and Wang Xianzhi in the Song Dynasty, he entered the top class in the entire Kyushu world.

This is a true swordsmanship genius who has already begun to imprint his own laws and rules on the laws of heaven and earth. Until heaven and earth undergo drastic changes, no one will be able to control him.

And Yang Zhao, in this battle, also experienced an unprecedented spiritual cleansing.

If we say that Yang Zhao's previous layout and planning for the world was only for the purpose of accumulating luck faster and more widely, in order to realize his ambition of immortality and eternal stay in the world.

So now, after three days of attack by Song Quetianwen Jiudao.

Yang Zhao seemed to have walked the ancient road again. In the ragged and difficult road, he understood the true meaning of the human way to gather people, and at the same time, he also had the heart of a human king.

Chapter 391 Song Que is showing off, the Jie family is causing trouble

Yang Zhao and Song Que fought fiercely on the sea for three days and both gained something.

However, at this time in Lingnan, hundreds of thousands of people led by Song Shidao, Song Yuhua, Zhangsun Wugou and others were standing in a majestic city on the coast of Lingnan, looking at the endless tsunami that seemed like a world-destroying disaster, and they all showed a look of despair.

"Uncle San, there has been no wind or waves on the sea in recent days, and there has been no weather change. How did this tsunami form? Why didn't people like me in the Song family receive any signs?"

"Master, the ocean is endless and much more mysterious than our land of Kyushu. No one knows the reason for this. We should think of a way to deal with the disaster as soon as possible."

"How are we supposed to prepare for this disaster? Not to mention that a tsunami of this magnitude only happens once in a century, in these three days without any signs, less than one in a hundred of our people have been able to flee..."

They are a top family that has been entrenched in Lingnan for a thousand years.

The Song family had encountered disasters such as tsunamis and huge waves over the past few hundred years, but those past disasters often had signs that could be detected dozens of days or even months before they occurred.

Therefore, it was easy for the Song family to relocate the people or send masters within the family to eliminate the source of the disaster.

However, this time, the tsunami disaster came too suddenly.

With the strength of Song Shidao, Song Yuhua, Zhangsun Wugou and others, they can naturally leave the seaside and avoid the disaster before the tsunami disaster comes.

But the millions of coastal residents in Lingnan were not spared.

It can be said that this wave of tsunami can destroy the accumulation of the Song clan over a hundred years. It is enough to cause serious damage to the entire Lingnan Song clan, making it unable to recover for decades.

Just when Song Shidao, Song Yuhua, Zhangsun Wugou and others were in a state of panic.

A bell sound that seemed to come from an ancient time seemed to have crossed the long river of time and space, echoing over the entire sea surface. Wherever the bell sound passed, the endless surging tsunami waves were suppressed and calmed in an instant, as if they had seen their natural enemy, and returned to their former tameness.

Wait until the endless waves are calmed.

In the rolling and receding waves, Yang Zhao and Song Que were seen walking slowly, and appeared on the top of the city wall of the Song family's giant city on the coast as if they had shrunk into an inch.

"The disaster in the vast sea is over. You all should retreat."

At this moment, Song Que still maintained his usual cold expression on his face, but he no longer had that emotionless and cold-blooded feeling.

If I didn't know the cause of this disaster.

Yang Zhao might have thought that his father-in-law had just returned from saving the world.

Forget it, let’s not expose the other party.

After all, he is my father-in-law, so I should give him some face.

After Song Que finished speaking, he seemed to have noticed something. He turned his head and glanced at everyone, just in time to see the mocking and contemptuous look in Yang Zhao's eyes.

In an instant, Song Que's body trembled.

After a pause, Song Que said, "Zhao'er, you and Yuhua are a match made in heaven, and there are great undertakings in Guanzhong that need to be taken care of. Stay in this mountain city for two days, and then go back to Guanzhong."

Yang Zhao smiled and nodded, "Father-in-law is right, what about Yuhua?"

Song Que narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Forget it, you and Yuhua love each other, and I can't stop you. You can ask Yuhua for her opinion. If Yuhua agrees, you can stay in Guanzhong for a while without making a sound, and return before the end of the year."

It’s better not to have to worry about the strict separation between men and women and Chinese etiquette.

I am not doing this for fame, I just don't want my daughter to be sad.

Song Que had a cold expression on his face. After instructing everyone in the Song family to deal with matters along the southern coast, he disappeared from everyone's sight in an anxious and embarrassed manner.

I was careless and didn't expect that little bastard Yang Zhao would catch me.

Never mind, never mind. A girl should not be kept at home when she grows up. Anyway, this is just what my daughter wants.

Watching Song Que's figure disappear.

Song Yuzhi was the first to speak, "Brother, sister, brother-in-law, did you feel that father seemed a little panicked when he left just now? In the past, when there were disasters and chaos, although father never dealt with things, he would still be in charge personally."

Song Yuhua and Song Shidao were slightly stunned and didn't know what was going on.

Yang Zhao coughed lightly and said, "Maybe my father-in-law has something urgent to do. Everyone, let's arrange some personnel as soon as possible to appease the people along the coast first."

After finishing speaking, Yang Zhao, along with Changsun Wugou, Song Yuhua, Wanwan, Yin Lihua, and Shi Feixuan, also floated away from the top of the city wall.

Master Song said: "..."

Song Zhi: “…”

Song Lu: “…”

Two days passed in a flash.

With the prestige of the Song family in the Lingnan area, it would be easy to appease the people who were in chaos due to the huge waves along the coast.

And during these two days.

Yang Zhao also relied on his skills as a sea king to fool Song Yuhua into a state of confusion. Song Yuhua followed Yang Zhao obediently out of Lingnan and headed towards Guanzhong.

However, what Yang Zhao and others didn't know was.

When Yang Zhao, Zhangsun Wugou, Song Yuhua and others had just walked out of Songjiashan City, a piece of news had already spread to Bashu at a faster speed.

Bashu, the only fortress.

Xie Wenlong was dressed in a gorgeous Sichuan brocade robe. As he looked at the information sent in the secret report, his face turned blue and red, and his veins bulged. In just a moment, he smashed the entire study to pieces.

Just when Xie Wenlong was getting angry and smashing things to vent his anger.

A middle-aged man who looked four points like Jie Wenlong walked into the room with a sullen face. He was the lord of Duzun Castle, Jie Hui.

Xie Hui entered the study room and quickly used his true energy to stop Xie Wenlong from smashing things. He said with a gloomy face, "Asshole, this is the fourth time. With a scoundrel like you, all my family assets will be lost to you, a prodigal son. Apart from eating, drinking, having fun and ruining the family business, what else can you do?"

When Xie Wenlong saw the person coming, he flinched for a while, then quickly revealed an aggrieved expression and said, "Dad, my son was humiliated by that bitch Song Yuhua, you have to avenge me."

"Dad, take a look. This is the information I got from bribing the Song family. That slave girl Song Yuhua was having an affair with a pretty boy. Even the Song family turned a blind eye to it. What they did in that mountain city was simply immoral and shameless..."

Xie Hui listened to his son's words, his face was a little ugly, and he shouted: "Enough, you don't have to think about the marriage with the Song family anymore. Song Que rejected my father's proposal several months ago. It has nothing to do with you who Song Yuhua is close to."

Xie Wenlong's face changed drastically, and he said, "Dad, are we just going to let it go like this? Song Que is your sworn brother, but he doesn't even want to marry his daughter to me. What kind of sworn brother is he? I am the only son of our Xie family, am I not better than that pretty boy..."

Xie Hui glared at Li Wenlong and said, "Shut up, there's no need to say anything more now. I will find you another daughter from a good family and cut off the Song family's inside line. Don't cause trouble for me."

Xie Wenlong was intimidated by Xie Hui's majesty and could only respond. However, the moment he lowered his head, his expression became distorted and extremely gloomy.

Chapter 392: Jie Wenlong and the Turkic Ambush

Bashu, the ancient Chengdu-Chongqing Road, is the road from south to north that runs along the ridge of Longquan Mountain out of Sichuan.

An extremely luxurious carriage, pulled by two strong and smart horses, was rumbling towards Hanzhong in the north.

This time, on the journey from Lingnan back to Guanzhong, Yang Zhao still chose to travel.

Wait until the beginning of next spring.

Chen Zhibao of Longxi will lead 100,000 Great Snow Dragon Cavalry into Guanzhong. With the support of Yang Zhao, Yinkui Sect, Dugu Clan, Yuan Clan and others, taking down Daxing City will be a piece of cake.

But we can wait until we capture Daxing City and Guanzhong area.

Yang Zhao's next plan was to join forces with Yue Fei from the north and south to attack from both sides and capture the entire Hanzhong and Sichuan granary, so Yang Zhao must personally observe the roads and landscape of the Bashu area.

In addition, taking a girl out for fun is also a very good thing.

Just as Yang Zhao and his party's carriage kicked towards the north.

In a very secluded valley on the Chengdu-Chongqing Ancient Road, Xie Wenlong, dressed in a black robe and with a scarf on his face, was looking at the ancient road winding along the mountain ridge from afar.

Surrounding Jie Wenlong were hundreds of evil thugs exuding murderous aura.

The leader among this group of villains was a Turkic man with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and brown curly hair. He held a spear made of fine steel in his hand and had an air of murderousness from the northern frontier. He was totally out of place in the deep mountains and forests of Bashu.

"Young Fortress Master, when will the fat sheep you mentioned arrive? We have already violated a taboo by sneaking into the Great Sui territory. Now the entire Demon Sect is looking for the people of our Demon Sect. If something goes wrong, then everyone in your Duzun Fort will be killed as a sacrifice."

"Master Ashide, please rest assured. This ancient road is the only way for Bashu to go north out of Sichuan. People from my Duzun Fort have spies along the way. The couple will arrive soon."

"You bastard? Aren't you the fat sheep of the caravan from Lingnan to Guanzhong? Damn bastard, how dare you lie to the great Lord Ashina? I will kill you myself..."

"Three million worth of Sichuan brocade, Chongqing tea, and Sichuan salt. I, Jie Wenlong, will not treat you unfairly."

Following Xie Wenlong's last words about wealth and power, the angry look on the face of the originally furious Turkic man suddenly disappeared, and even the more than a hundred villains behind the Turkic man all showed extremely excited expressions.

This time, Ashide and more than a hundred other Turks, under the instructions of Zhao Deyan of the Demon Sect, sneaked into the Sichuan and Shu territory of the Sui Dynasty to contact some people from the Demon Sect.

However, when this group of Turks were about to leave, a middleman from the Bashu underworld approached Ashide and others, wanting to hire this group of Turks to do something for them.

Three million worth of Shu brocade, Chongqing tea, and Sichuan salt.

Once this thing is brought back to the grassland, its value will increase by at least twenty times, and it can even buy an entire small tribe.

These are all unexpected gains.

Just as this group of Turks were rubbing their hands together in excitement, an elite disciple from the Duzun Castle came rushing in as fast as a bamboo rat in the forest.

"Young Master, they are here. The Song family's carriage has already arrived at Hulunkou, thirty miles away."

"You're here, tell the brothers to move out in one stick of incense."

When Xie Wenlong heard the words of the visitor, his face suddenly turned red with excitement. He slapped the visitor hard and then stood up suddenly.

When Xie Wenlong stood up, Ashide and his gang all followed him.

Xie Wenlong turned his head and looked at the group of Turks, and said, "Lord Ashide, I have asked my men to prepare the goods worth three million. They are in Hulunkou, thirty miles away. What happens next depends on your methods."

Ashide shook the steel spear in his hand, and a sharp aura pierced through a three-foot thick wooden stick. A ferocious smile appeared on his face. He winked at Jie Wenlong, and then waved his hand, and jumped on his horse with more than a hundred Turkic villains.

When Xie Wenlong saw this scene, he smiled widely and said, "Lord Ashide, what you have to do is very simple. There is a carriage coming at Hulunkou, thirty miles away. Kill the only pretty boy in the carriage, and your mission will be accomplished."

"Remember, you can't touch the women in the carriage. Otherwise, I can prepare the goods for you, but I can also prevent you from leaving this deep forest."

There was a flash of cruelty in the depths of Ashde's eyes, but he smiled and said, "Of course, the woman in the carriage belongs to Master Jie, we are just seeking money."