Yun Qing stood in the center of Zangfeng Pavilion, closed his eyes and meditated, feeling the countless sword intentions around him. en8.
The previous picture of the sword has been transformed into a scholar in a blue and white gown. He is holding a sword to mark the ground. Behind him is the vast territory of the Gaya Dynasty. The cold light on the sword flashes with murderous intent, but the mysterious jade on the sword tassel is soft and benevolent.
Being able to quell chaos with force and rule the country with virtue is the way of a king.
Although the first emperor of Gaya played an important role in the founding of the country, in the judgment of later generations, his status is far inferior to that of Emperor Wu. According to legend, the first emperor of Gaya was ferocious and cruel, and killed countless people who resisted during his reign. But how could the swords and weapons stop everyone's talk, and how could they break the pride of the literati? So when the Gaya Dynasty was first established, some people were dissatisfied with the rule of the First Emperor and began to plan for restoration. In the first few hundred years of the Gaya Dynasty, almost most of the years were at war with the Restoration Party.
Later, Prince Gaya returned victoriously after suppressing a rebellion, but was ambushed while passing through Fengcaoyuan and died at the hands of an enemy general. It is said that not long after, the Restoration Party hung the prince's head on the tower of the Gaya Imperial Capital, which angered the First Emperor of Gaya. He immediately ordered millions of Restoration Party prisoners of war to be killed in Fengcaoyuan.
In that year, nine out of ten vassal states in Beichuan rebelled. It was also that year that Emperor Gaya, who had suffered numerous hidden illnesses from his early campaigns, finally could not bear the pain of losing his son and became seriously ill. In the winter of that year, the emperor passed away.
Later, Emperor Wu succeeded to the throne and invited He Qingqiu, one of the famous figures in Moling at that time, to come out. The two of them worked together like a duck in water. He Qingqiu reformed political affairs for Emperor Wu, reorganized the three ministers and nine ministers, and weakened the power of the vassal states. In the war, this man was also unfavorable, with strong troops and horses, the whole country was brave, and everyone was brave enough to fight. It can be said that it was He Qingqiu who created a prosperous and beautiful scenery for Emperor Wu. Even later history books often mentioned that "whoever gets Qingqiu can seal the territory and establish the country, and the world is in his hands!"
Later, Emperor Wu passed away, and He Qingqiu sealed his sword and went into seclusion, never to appear on the Beichuan Continent again. I don't know how many Gaya emperors in later generations wanted to find him but could not find him.
Presumably it was at that time that he transformed into a sword spirit and entered the Zangfeng Pavilion. I wonder if he can find a monarch like Emperor Wu now that the war is rising again, so that the sword spirit of the feudal sword that shocked the past and the present can shine again. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
Yun Qing sorted out what he had learned from the conversation with He Qingqiu, then stood up again and walked towards the largest painting in the entire Zangfeng Pavilion.
What is on that painting should be the last orthodox sect of Moling Sword Pavilion, Tongsheng Sword Intent.
This painting is also very eye-catching in the entire Zangfeng Pavilion because it is the largest and covers almost half of the wall. And compared with the surrounding paintings of various landscapes and utensils, it looks more complicated and detailed. How can it not be noticed when such a meticulous painting appears among all the freehand paintings
The painting is a long street, and it looks like there are shops and tiles everywhere on the street. If you stand closer, you can even vaguely hear the sound of people, and it is full of life.
She looked carefully and saw that there were people everywhere on the street, and she couldn't see clearly where the sword spirit was, so she had to reach out and touch it and enter the painting.
The noise was endless. This time Yun Qing did not appear in the sky, but went directly into the crowd. The people beside her were all mortals wearing Beichuan ancient clothes. The nose is still filled with various mixed smells, the fragrance of powder and food are mixed together. The sound of hawking, the sound of blacksmithing, and the sound of warblers and swallows come and go, making it very lively.
Yun Qing finally squeezed out of the crowd, and with a quick glance, he saw the ox cart slowly approaching from the small stone bridge.
A small stone bridge connects the city gate. People who come in from there are either tired from the journey and look tired, or they have tired faces but very excited expressions. One kind of them are foreign travelers, and the other kind are returnees from a long journey.
This bullock cart looks very different.
It slowly pulled a cart of hay and walked in from the city gate. The driver was an old man, dark and handsome. Only if you look carefully can you distinguish his facial features. The hay was piled high, and it bumped along with the oxcart, but it did not fall down. After the old man pulled the rope of the car and turned it around, Yun Qing discovered that there was actually a person sitting in the haystack behind the car.
The man was wearing a dusty coarse cloth, and most of his body was sunk in the hay, with two long legs hanging out, looking quite funny.
The old man seemed to be almost at his destination, so he got out of the car and inspected his cart. When he turned around, he saw two long legs dangling. He was immediately frightened: "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" In the car!?”
The man pushed himself up and tried to sit up from the edge of the cart, but the cart was covered with grass and he couldn't keep his strength, so he fell back down again. Yun Qing wondered whether the sword spirit in this painting had lost its brain after being shut down for so long
The old man laughed when he saw it, stretched out his hand to help the man, and pulled him out of the hay.
"Be careful!"
The man finally jumped out of the car, and then he saluted the old man and said, "Thank you very much, old man. I have limited legs and feet, so I touched your car. Please don't blame me."
Yun Qing saw that the man had an upright appearance and a peaceful aura. He was not very old, probably in his early twenties, but his left leg was slightly lame. It looked like he was not very flexible as he said.
"You kid didn't even say a word to me! You scared me just now!" the old man scolded.
The young man smiled and said with some embarrassment: "I got into the car at night. I was afraid of scaring you, so I didn't say anything. I didn't expect that I would be in the city when I woke up."
The old man shook his head and said nothing more: "Come on, just go wherever you want. This capital is prosperous now."
The young man saluted the old man again, then turned around and walked towards Yun Qing. His legs were inconvenient and he stumbled while walking through the crowd. Yun Qing saw this and had to come up to support him and said, "I wonder which senior from Mo Ling is this?"
"Xu Wutong, who do you think you are?" This young man seems to be very easy to talk to. He is neither as cold as Jiang Yingyue nor like He Qingqiu who likes to act like a senior.
"I am a magician. This time I went to Tibetan Feng Pavilion to invite a sword spirit to come out and help me solve my dilemma. I wonder if Mr. Xu..." Yun Qing kept the story short and went straight to the point. Just when she wanted to ask Xu Wutong if he was willing to follow. When she went out, she was interrupted by the other party.
"It's Xu Wu... My surname is Xu Wu." He scratched the back of his head, seeming a little embarrassed.
Yun Qing was also embarrassed. Beichuan's surname was somewhat different from here. Besides, Xu Wu still had an ancient surname, so she planned to say it again.
"I understand your situation. There are also some small connections between the many sword spirits here." Xu Wutong said hurriedly, "I think you understand the rules of the sword spirits?"
Yun Qing nodded: "All the senior sword spirits have chosen to follow the right person. The previous seniors Jiang Yingyue and He Qingqiu did not look down on me."
"Since you have said that you only choose the right people, it means that you are just different from their requirements, so there is no need to belittle yourself." Xu Wutong advised, he thought for a while, "I think you are good."
Yun Qing finally saw hope: "Sir, would you like to leave with me?"
"Do you know what I did when I came to Gayadi by bullock cart?" Xu Wutong did not answer her, but asked a new question.
Yun Qing tried hard to recall this period of history, but couldn't remember anyone similar to Xu Wutong, so he could only shake his head: "I don't know."
"Do you know what I cultivated as He Jianyi?" Xu Wutong took a step back and asked.
This Yun Qing knows very well: "Through the Holy Sword Intent."
"Yes, it connects the saints at the top and transforms the common people at the bottom. This is the Sword Intention of the Tongsheng. The Tai Chi Sword Intent cultivated by Jiang Yingyue is the way of heaven, so she founded the country according to the destiny of heaven. The sword intention of the feudal border cultivated by He Qingqiu is the way of the earth. way, so he used a combination of hardness and softness to rule the country."
"I wonder what Sir, this sword intention is cultivating?" Yun Qing asked with a frown. If he guessed correctly, it should be the way of man.
"They are the way of the emperor, and I am the way of the common people, which can also be said to be the way of becoming a saint."
Xu Wutong chuckled. He went up to the clear sky and down to the turbid earth. The rolling red dust between the sky and the earth was not touched at all. In this moment, he looked extremely similar to the human saint.
"I came to the imperial capital precisely to educate the people with the power of the Holy Sword."