As the old saying goes, people don't say anything.
But this remnant of Western Chu has come to the palace for the fourth time.
It's just that the official Cao Changqing set foot in Tai'an City this time, and there was an extra young woman by his side.
Her sword hovered, her clothes fluttering.
The officials with a little celebrity demeanor lost their minds in an instant, and the women fell into the city and the country, but that's it After more than 1,000 people came back to their senses, the military officials were instantly divided from east to west, and became divided between north and south.
There are more than 200 people who are extremely fast or slow, and those who are in a hurry are the remnants of the next generation of Western Chu.
The older generation is diametrically opposed, almost at the same time burst into tears, turned around and retreated when raising their sleeves to hide their faces, staggering, and dozens of elderly people were in tears on the spot, among which there were frightened family descendants who wanted to help, without exception, they were all broken sleeves by the old man, and they looked at each other angrily, which made the young handsome who finally occupied a place in the temple a little embarrassed, and he was ashamed.
Many of the relict officials who were included in the imperial court regardless of their previous suspicions for the Liyang court were also a little embarrassed and emotional, with complicated expressions.
The eight dead countries in the Spring and Autumn Period all slowly integrated into Liyang, but Western Chu is still "rampant", bent on the resurrection of the ashes.
Emperor Liyang took the lead in stepping out of the main hall, and unexpectedly, the emperor of the Zhao family, who had been disobedient to the dragon scales three or four times, was not angry, but laughed loudly: "Mr.
Cao is a good Western Chu Guanli Tai'an City" Cao Changqing was dressed in ordinary green clothes, and his temples were frosty white, if he hadn't stood tall at the head of the palace at this time, he would be no different from a shabby old Confucian in the Hanlin Academy.
The emperor of the Zhao family continued to smile heartily: "I have a white-clothed monk hanging on the Yellow River in the Beimang Daode Sect in the Yang Dynasty, and Mr.
Cao has come to the city through the eighteen gates, which is a fortunate thing for my dynasty. ” As soon as these words came out, the military officials who were originally anxious in the square were reassured and smiled.
A generation of talented emperors should swallow the world so angrily.
Cao Changqing said calmly: "Wait for the return of the gift." ” Most of the generals were so angry that they rushed to the crown, only hated that they had no weapons, and they were afraid of Cao Qingyi's Confucian name, so they didn't dare to make a mistake, for fear that they would not succeed in their meritorious service, but would be laughed at.
There was a bang, I don't know who was the first to turn his head, and then turned around together, looked at the majestic man in red python clothes and dragged the gun, climbed the stairs, and the tip of a plum wine gun was pointed at the ground, and after coming to the side of His Majesty the Emperor, the gun body rotated, and the handle was inserted into the ground.
A husband is a pass.
The plum turns green to purple.
Escorted by the soldier saint Chen Zhibao, the son of the Zhao family is even more heroic, squinting at the general Gu Jiantang at the bottom of the steps, the throne of the first master of the Liyang army, no one has shaken it so far, when Chen Zhibao entered Beijing, everyone looked forward to it, thinking that the two were separated from each other, and never thought that the two new and old soldiers were not only on the same page, but there were rumors that Gu Jiantang personally carried wine and went to Chen's mansion to drink.
Gu Jiantang saw the prince cast his gaze, nodded slightly, held down the handle of the knife, strode forward, the generals retreated one after another, Gu Jiantang did not directly pull out the Nanhua knife, the world knows that Gu Jiantang has a double knife, this Nanhua is from the Dongyue Palace Inner Collection, it is not false to say that it is a talisman knife, it has been blessed by the Taoist teachers of the past dynasties of Dongyue, Dongyue has been a famous sword since ancient times, and it is still the title of the head of the weapon taken away by Nanhua with a knife, and the Wudang Fu Sword Shentu in Wang Xiaoping's hand is called "double fu".
Directly south of the palace wall, it is Cao Changqing who came on foot with bare hands and Jiang Ji, the princess of the dead country of the imperial sword.
On the east side is the Wu family sword mound "Su Wang" that blocked fruitlessly, and behind him is a large beehive woven out of the sword mound's unique swordsmanship, and eight hundred Wu family swords are gathered.
On the west side, Zhao Danping, the prime minister of Qingzi from Longhu Mountain, the great celestial master of the feather-clad prime minister stood side by side with a burly old man whose identity was unknown to the world, and the old man had a big sword that was almost twice the length of an ordinary ancient sword.
At the foot of the wall, two rows of Imperial Guards holding colorful embroidered halberds stood still.
"Gu Jiantang returned the salute first."
After Gu Jiantang finished speaking, he reached out of his arm, and a halberd came out of the imperial guard, and Gu Jiantang, the first person in the world to use a knife, strode out, holding the halberd that flew quickly, and shouted softly, like a thunderbolt blasting towards Cao Changqing at the head of the wall.
Cao Qingyi stepped out in one step, hovered in the sky, put his index finger and middle finger together, and gently erected it against the tip of the halberd that was aroused by the momentum of thunder.
The halberd root that was one and a half feet long was not broken inch by inch, but cracked and crushed into powder.
Cao Changqing's hair was not messed up a little.
"Zhao Danping returned the gift."
Zhao Danping, who was wearing a yellow and purple Taoist robe, fluttering like an immortal, raised his big sleeves, and offered out nine peach wood swords with peach talismans, and there were nine flying swords.
Cao Changqing sneered: "It's the ancient language that is recited, and it's my own family that I do."
How to ask for immortality" The big official who dominates the world stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly.
Eight of the nine swords killed each other, shattering in the air, and the last sword tried its best to come to Cao Changqing's body, even those weak officials who had no power to restrain the chicken could also see that at the end of the crossbow, Cao Changqing's finger that did not retract was swept away, and the peachwood sword turned the tip of the sword and swept towards Zhao Danping, which was too fast and fast, which can be called the difference between a chicken falcon.
Zhao Danping frowned, the flying sword was outstanding when it went out of the sleeve, and when it came, the sword was full of embarrassment, and the flying sword entered the sleeve and entered the sleeve, but everyone saw that the big sleeves of the Taoist robe were swaying and shaking, and they refused to be quiet for a long time.
It is said that this great real person is very familiar with subduing demons and eliminating demons, but after all, the sword of the Confucian saint is full of mighty energy, how can it be easily obtained The two returns were resolved by Tsing Yi with a snap of his fingers.
Cao Changqing passed through the palace three times like a corridor, but he was not so in plain sight, except for a few top masters dormant in the palace such as Han Mink Temple, he had never seen it with his own eyes, let alone comprehended it.
The second time he broke into the palace, there were three hundred ironclad royal forest troops in front of the road, and he was directly passed by three hundred of the Tsing Yi cracked armor, that time, if it wasn't for Han Mink Temple's unique advantage in pointing to the heavens, I am afraid that the son of the Zhao family is still surnamed Zhao, but he is not the emperor next to Chen Zhibao.
Gu Jiantang, who was out of the saber line, only returned half of the salute, and was interrupted by the Qingzi Prime Minister, and there was a faint displeasure between his eyebrows, but he still respected him as the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, and forcibly pressed down the majestic qi, and when the second salute was over at this time, he rose from the ground, and Nanhua took a knife out of the sheath, almost eclipsing the heavens and the earth.
Cao Changqing, who had been standing in the air, took three steps, proudly behind with one hand, and met the Nanhua knife with his right hand and the other.
The palm of his hand passed directly through the knife and pressed the Nanhua blade "The one who cuts is the saint."
Gu Jiantang chuckled, the Nanhua sword disappeared, and Cao Changqing held down the blade, and he held down the handle with his left hand and right hand.
Cao Changqing frowned slightly, instantly relieved, his body spun like a spinning top, and finally his head was on the ground and his feet were facing the sky, and his right hand did not leave Nanhua, only to see a muffled thunder explode in the sky.
The rumble is endless.
The sky was clear and cloudless, and it was a winter thunderstorm without warning.
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Cao Changqing held the Nanhua knife and regained his footing, Gu Jiantang did not forcibly grab the knife, but took two steps back and fell to the ground.
Cao Changqing waved his sleeves.
The big sleeves are torn.
Five more thunderclaps rang out in the sky.
Cao Changqing smiled, "It turns out that it is so out-of-body, it is worthy of Gu Jiantang, who made the sword transcendent." ” Gently threw the Nanhua knife to Gu Jiantang, who was standing in the square.
Gu Jiantang didn't mess around, hung up the ancient knife Nanhua, and turned to move forward.
At this time, everyone saw the "path" behind Cao Changqing that was diagonally towards the nine heavens, and the clouds shook violently, and ordinary people were clearly visible.
On the steps, Chen Zhibao whispered to the emperor, and the latter looked stunned.
The land immortals are the so-called high celestials in the world, but Cao Changqing's Confucian saint has not been in the country for a long time, but he has already entered the peak realm of the earth immortals several times, and he is only one and a half realms away from Lu Zu who crossed the gate of heaven hundreds of years ago and returned.
Cao Changqing, who borrowed the two gifts with all his strength and only a slightly dilapidated sleeve, had a calm face.
Many officials in the square suddenly remembered what this person had said to the entire Xichu when he entered the holy Xili Wall.
"Cao Changqing is willing to die for the earth, and willing to die for the world and the world."
Cao Changqing is already so almost invincible, But immediately, everyone felt a burst of fierce sword intent, piercing and cold.
As far as the edgeworth woman could see, the officers and generals on that line all subconsciously moved left and right to dodge.
Until one person "surfaced".
Beiliang Xu Fengnian.
In that year, Western Chu lost the country.
That year, she had pear vortices on her cheeks.
That year, he was not white-headed.
To be continued: