On the edge of the stone steps are a hundred white horses, the people and horses are silent, and the Northern Liang Knife exudes a cold battlefield atmosphere in the twilight.
Ning Emei, the leader of the general, was wearing a pitch-black heavy armor, holding the iron halberd of the black and bright characters that weighed almost a hundred catties, and the black horse and black armor and black halberd, which was in stark contrast to the light riding of a hundred white horses, which was suffocating.
In front of the Qingyang Palace is a thirty-six Shenxiao sword array, the human sword is one, and the thirty-six sword sword points to everyone, shining.
In the middle are the three of Lu Shuyang and the corpses of Taoist priests all over the ground.
A drop of warm blood beads dripped from the tip of the Chixia Sword in Lu Qiantang's hand, and Shu Xi was adjusting his breathing, bearing the pressure of the qi of both the sword array and the light horseman.
Yang Qingfeng stretched out his snow-white five fingers and gently wiped the scarlet blood stains on his left cheek, and he stood in the densest place of corpses, intentionally or unintentionally.
Wu Shizhen was dumbfounded, he still had a chance of winning against the three people who broke Yuxiao with the Shenxiao Sword Formation.
The brother of Beiliang Gongzi, who rode a good horse and wore a good knife, scolded the king of Qingcheng and insulted Qingyang Palace, and it was not a capital crime, but ignoring the prince's dismount stele and riding into the square, it was a capital crime, killing eighteen recorded Taoist priests in one go, in this dynasty that emphasized the old Taoist system and lightly released the Dharma, it was a capital crime, so even if the Yuxiao Sword Array was wiped out, he did not hesitate to set up Shenxiao, what he wanted was to take down the descendants of the bold Beiliang General, cut first and then play, Yongzhou will definitely approve, and he is not afraid of stabbing to the capital.
Maybe even the Yongzhou scholars who have prejudices against Qingyang Palace will applaud, who would care that he Wu Shizhen took possession of a few women privately But the scene in front of him was beyond Wu Shizhen's imagination, a hundred cavalry rushed into Qingyang Palace with a murderous arrogance, this is to mobilize troops Ge Feng pointed out that Qingyang Palace is still a simple capital crime, vainly mobilize the army, and transfer troops privately, it is clear that it is to destroy the nine clans Don't say that this is a major crime second only to rebellion, if the Shenxiao Sword Array can't resist the fight of more than a hundred light cavalry plus the halberd general and the three martial artists in the field, Wu Shizhen wants to know what he can do, his father Wu Lingsu cultivates Dan Dao and does not cultivate martial arts, and has always advocated the use of force to prove that the avenue is the most inferior evil sect, and Qi Xuanjiao on the Dragon and Tiger Mountain is said to be the power of immortals with both hands, but I have heard that Qi Dazhen threatened that he is the first in the world, so in case the sword array is unfortunately broken again, my father, who is only a lotus flower, is obviously unreliable.
Then you have to work hard to drive the real immortal of Qingyang Palace, his nominal mother, but the question is that the ugly eight monsters are willing to make a move, that Beiliang Gongzi is disrespectful to Qingcheng Mountain, but she is a crazy woman who often punches and kicks their father and son, Wu Shizhen doubts how she can live to this day, this Shenxiao Sword Array was enlightened by her retreat, and even half of the Lingbao Sutra that Qingyang Palace relied on to become famous was written by her.
There is only a lonely bell tower behind the front door hall, there is no drum tower to set off, it seems to be a little contrary to the yin and yang harmony of the door, the bell tower is towering, but the giant bell is not hung, and the top pavilion is only stacked with some sundries.
At this time, a Taoist priest who was only about 30 years old stood at the window, wearing a purple robe, standing as clear as a green pine, his face was faintly a layer of green air flowing, and there was a Taoist immortal floating out of the dust, and the divine light was refreshing, which made people forget the vulgar.
He was looking at the dangerous confrontation in the square in front of the hall, the eyes of the yin owl were diametrically opposed to the free air, and he said: "This son of a bitch's Shenxiao Sword is defeated and killed, just to save some rations for Lao Tzu's Qingyang Palace, the incense is bleak, and the pig can still be slaughtered and eaten for meat, but these guys are live gluttonies who only get in and can't leave, relying on that girl to ride on Lao Tzu's head to shit and pee, I really think I am the uncle." syllable A white ponytail whisk made a red mark on his face.
A cold voice sounded in his ears: "Wu Lingsu, don't forget who sent you this bullshit Qingcheng King, it's not the emperor who opened the golden mouth, it's me." ” Wu Lingsu, the palace master of Qingyang Palace King Qingcheng, who was slapped by the dust, did not turn his head and changed color, and sneered: "Zhao Yutai, if Lao Tzu was young enough to meet you, he would not have gone to refine a fart Dan, but to learn swords, with my talent and surname, where would you be my opponent." ” The voice from Wu Lingsu's side was indifferent as usual: "You only have one mouth left, and you have some skills, except for this, what can you do, you are afraid of death and pain, and you will only do anything to stop the waste, you can endure the hardships of sword practice, believe this, I might as well believe that you have a leg with Emperor Zheng." ” Wu Lingsu said lightly: "People can fight indiscriminately, but they can't talk nonsense." ” The ponytail full of Ling's surname took the opportunity to slap Wu Lingsu again, and now both cheeks are fair, and no one has to laugh at anyone.
A snow-white spear falcon also from Liaodong stabbed down, straight to Xu Fengnian, but not the six-year-old phoenix nicknamed Xiaobai, Lingjun is slightly inferior, but it is also a treasure in Qingbailuan, Xu Fengnian took the embroidered winter knife scabbard as a falcon frame, the huge spear falcon settled, the embroidered winter knife did not tremble at all, and Wu Shizhen, who did not practice the sword but saw too much of the sword formation, was stunned.
Xu Fengnian reached out and touched the head of the spear falcon, and took off a small bamboo tube tied to the claws, which was the handwriting of the national scholar Li Yishan, Xu Fengnian's expression was calm after reading it, he lifted the embroidered winter, the spear falcon flapped its wings and left, Xu Fengnian put the embroidered winter, turned the horse's head, walked slowly to Ning Emei, and said softly: "Return to the bottom of the steps." ” Ning Emei, whose face was shrouded in black armor, did not have any doubts, and made a gesture to collect the knife, and a hundred light horsemen returned their respective Beiliang knives to the sheath, and turned to leave the square, the horses' hooves were gentle but consistent.
Although this hundred white horses have never really made a sword, not to mention the result, they have won the sword formation in terms of momentum.
This is the benefit brought by the Great Pillar Country's wanton trampling on the rivers and lakes back then, whether it is a single-handedly reckless dragon snake or a sectarian person who has a foothold, they all have a kind of innate awe for the Beiliang cavalry who are as fierce and cold-blooded as they fought under the horse.
Wu Shizhen's heart fell to the ground, but he still didn't dare to withdraw the Shenxiao Sword Formation easily, God knows if it was the conspiracy of the Beiliang madman, Xu Fengnian turned over and dismounted, and walked to the sword formation in front of the main hall, Lu Yangshu and the three of them immediately protected him, ignoring the thirty-six Qinggang swords in the sword formation, and went straight forward.
The sword-wielding Taoist was at a loss, and they all looked back at Wu Shizhen, the temporary backbone, Wu Shizhen was difficult to ride a tiger, and he was not a person inside and out, and when Lu Qiantang was only ten steps away from the sword formation, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Withdraw the formation" On the bell tower, the dust-whisking woman who was called Zhao Yutai by the King of Qingcheng sighed: "It's a pity. ” Wu Lingsu frowned and said: "Only if you don't make a move, this sword array will not escape defeat, what's the pity?"
The dusty woman turned around and left, Wu Lingsu and her have been a husband and wife for more than ten years, rarely look at her hideous and evil bleak face, occasionally glance at her sturdy back that is not lost to herself, she now said that most of her achievements are due to her, she can enter the palace and be crowned king, it is all her handwriting, Wu Lingsu has never guessed her thoughts, only knows that she uses a sword, is a female crown who has been reborn in the world by half, usually uses a white ponytail to whisk the dust as a sword, several times in danger, she saved herself, the Shenxiao Sword Array came from her hand, and was in a Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night, Seeing her practicing swords on the chain bridge between the twin peaks of Qingyang Tianzun, an ancient sword frightened the ghosts and gods, and even the fierce wind on the top of the mountain was broken by her sword and sword, Wu Lingsu is also a well-informed Taoist, but he has never seen such a woman with strong sword intent, I heard that I have heard of one, the princess of Beiliang who is said to have died of illness, and the woman surnamed Wu who is inextricably linked to the Wu family's sword mound.
Being able to share the same surname as her, Wu Lingsu, the king of Qingcheng, thinks it's really good.
Although Wu Lingsu has been beaten and scolded by the woman with a ponytail for more than ten years, he is not afraid of her at all, let alone have the slightest respect, the two are grasshoppers on the same thread.
It's a pity that Wu Lingsu hasn't thought of what she wants, but she can be sure that she can't become her grass snake gray line thousands of miles away without herself, Wu Lingsu racked his brains to search for clues in the early years, and then gave up, he is half a hundred years old, and then he doesn't find a unique way to attain the way of heaven with Danding double cultivation, how to hit the face of the immortal capital Longhu Mountain Anyway, she is beneficial and harmless to herself, Wu Lingsu is not a fool who worries about the sky, on the contrary, if he is not too smart, how can he be valued by the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master Wu Lingsu in this life, is only afraid of one woman, it is the queen Zhao Pheasant in the palace, and only one woman is admired, it is the princess of Beiliang with the same surname.
It is rumored that for the sake of Xu Xiao, who was still a lieutenant in Jinzhou, she did not hesitate to break with the Wu family's sword mound and rode away from Liaodong on a white horse.
For the sake of the general Xu Xiao, the white clothes beat the war drums.
Qingniu Road went to Beiliang, and she was even more at ease with her husband and children, and she was getting farther and farther away from the supreme sword path that was in her pocket.
Wu Lingsu finally came back to his senses, spat on his saliva, and said hatefully: "Let me keep an eye on the slaughter over there in the capital, what can I see, my hands and feet are tied by Zhao Yutai, and I can't even go down the mountain." is also a king with a different surname, compared with Xu Xiao, Lao Tzu is an egg Zhao Yutai, one day I will be in a hurry, I will sue you if I enter the palace again" After saying these angry words, the king of Qingcheng shook his spirit, and laughed to himself: "Jokes and jokes, one husband and wife are one hundred graces, I will be my king of Qingcheng, and I will say double cultivation and Taoism, and sing songs night and night, so I don't care about the worldly things of the miasma, Zhao Yutai, you can toss as you like, anyway, you can ensure the glory of my father and son for a hundred years." ” Zhao Yutai, who is tall and not like a woman, walked down the bell tower with a white ponytail dust, passed through the door, met her female crown and Taoist priests on the way, all of them were silent, one by one stood sideways and bowed their heads and did not dare to speak, if there was no one next to her, she came out of the Qingyang Palace to a Qiu Jian Pavilion, which was the residence of the strange person who was really the king on Qingcheng Mountain, but she did not enter the pavilion, but walked to the clothed mound behind the pavilion, and there was a sword in front of the mound.
This pavilion and a mound are the forbidden places of Qingyang Palace, not to mention breaking in, even if you get a little closer, you will be swept away by her head with a ponytail dust.
Zhao Yutai stopped for a long time, turned around and entered the pavilion, put down the dust, sharpened the ink, and wrote: "After this twist and turn, the doubts about Wu Lingsu in the capital can be eliminated, and the king of Qingcheng has long been a dead mountain, and no one knows about the six thousand armor stationed there. ” Zhao Yutai put down his pen and sighed softly: "It's a pity that the Shenxiao Sword Formation has not been broken, otherwise it would be even more foolproof." ” On the side of the Sanqing Palace, Xu Fengnian saw the retreat of the sword array, and took the lead in crossing the threshold and entering the main hall, turning his head to look at Wu Shizhen who was sweating with a smile, and said: "What about the good immortal technique, this son's hundred light horsemen are waiting outside, and there is no satisfactory answer, eighteen lives plus thirty-six, how much?"
Wu Shizhen, who couldn't be chic, smiled dryly: "Xiaodao, I'm going to invite my father to come out to greet guests." ” Xu Fengnian said with a contemptuous face: "King Qingcheng is such a big shelf" The corpses in the square were all dragged away, the Taoist boys endured nausea and timidity and began to sweep the ground with buckets and brooms, Jiang Ni and his party bypassed the shocking blood water, Yu Youwei covered the eyes of the finch, and the little hawthorn was held by Wei Shuyang without too much fear.
As soon as Xu Fengnian's voice in the hall fell, the little hawthorn who had just crossed the threshold of the main hall whispered: "Look, the fairy has come out." ” Wu Lingsu, the king of Qingcheng, is indeed very in line with the conjecture of Taoist immortals in the minds of the people in the market, obviously he is over half a hundred years old, but he only looks like a man who has just arrived and stood up, wearing a purple robe that should be rewarded by today's son, and he is not vulgar.
If there is a scholar who travels to Qingcheng and encounters Wu Lingsu in the forest, there is a good chance that he will mistake the immortals and go down to earth, knock and speak, and be surprised that this Qingcheng King is very mysterious.
In the eyes of the little hawthorn who is regarded as a little immortal by any Taoist priest and Taoist aunt in Qingyang Palace, this one in front of him is undoubtedly a great immortal The king of Qingcheng retreated from everyone, and in addition to Xu Fengnian's group in the main hall, only Wu Lingsu and Wu Shizhen's father and son were left, which showed sincerity.
Wu Lingsu lowered his head slightly and said: "Poor Dao has seen His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, and he has lost his welcome, His Highness must not blame him." ” Wu Shizhen was stunned.
Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "The king of Qingcheng has recognized this son" Wu Lingsu said with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Prince is heroic, and you can know it at a glance. ” Xu Fengnian got cheap and behaved, and said tentatively: "There is a lot of trouble outside the palace, and the king of Qingcheng should not be careful." ” Wu Lingsu was full of energy, and said casually: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." ” Xu Fengnian was surprised in his heart, and his face remained unchanged and said: "Staying overnight, will it disturb the Qing cultivation of the Qingcheng King?"
Wu Lingsu shook his head and smiled: "Where, the humble house is shining." ” Xu Fengnian looked around the hall and said with a smile: "What a magnificent cold house." ” Wu Lingsu laughed at this, turned his head and said, "Wu Shizhen, I haven't seen His Royal Highness the Prince yet."
Wu Shizhen, whose face was ugly, said deeply: "Xiaodao greets His Royal Highness the Prince." ” Xu Fengnian sneered: "I can't afford it, as soon as you worshiped in Zhuhe Pavilion, you worshiped a Yuxiao Sword Array, and now you are here again, are you planning to sneak a Shenxiao Sword Formation at night?"
Wu Shizhen just bent over and couldn't see his expression clearly.
Wu Lingsu, the king of Qingcheng, hurriedly relieved his son and said: "Your Highness is serious, and Poor Dao will take His Highness to his residence." ” The back hall of Qingyang Palace is a large piece of Jiangnan courtyard type exquisite building, carved beams and painted buildings, magnificent, carved countless cloud dragons and jade free Rui beasts and auspicious birds, lifelike, the little hawthorn is dumbfounded, and it is an eye-opener.
Wu Lingsu led Xu Fengnian to a Lingzhi garden, the east and west of the garden each built four corridor rooms, there is a patio in the garden, a thousand-year-old cinnamon next to the well, the tree posture is swaying.
Wu Lingsu saw that His Royal Highness the prince was satisfied, so he said, "Poor Dao, let's go and let people prepare a meal." ” Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said: "Don't bother after sending the fast, just send a few handy secrets before going down the mountain, and this son will not hold grudges against the eyes of Qingyang Palace." ” Jiang Ni looked at the Qingcheng King and left with a smile, and was puzzled: "Isn't this Qingcheng Mountain Immortal able to attract heavenly thunder, why don't you kill Xu Fengnian?"
The old sword god smiled: "Forget about this Qingcheng King Wu Lingsu.
Qi Xuanjiao is still about the same, the old man has some friendship with him, but unfortunately this Taoist priest has already become an immortal, otherwise when he arrives at Longhu Mountain, the old man can compete with him for a few moves, and you can see the scene of the sky thundering and purple qi coming from the east. ”: