Yun Qing stood in the center of Zangfeng Pavilion, meditating with her eyes closed, quietly feeling the countless sword intents around her.
The previous picture of a weapon has turned into a scholar in a blue and white gown. He is holding a sword and cutting the ground. Behind him is the vast and boundless territory of the Gaya Dynasty. The cold light on the body of the sword flickers with awe-inspiring murderous intent, but the Xuanyu on the fringe of the sword is radiant and soft, benevolent and benevolent.
It is the way of kings who can not only quell chaos with martial arts, but also establish a country with virtue.
Although the first emperor of Gaya played an important role in the establishment of the country, in the comments of later generations, his status is far inferior to that of Emperor Wu. According to legend, the first emperor of Gaya was fierce and brutal, and killed countless people who resisted during his reign, but how could the swords and soldiers stop the people's tongues, and how could they break the pride of the literati? So at the beginning of the establishment of the Gaya Dynasty, some people were dissatisfied with the rule of the first emperor and began to plan for restoration. During the first few hundred years of the Gaya Dynasty, most of the years were spent fighting against the Restoration Party.
Later, Prince Gaya returned with a great victory after suppressing a rebellion, but was ambushed while passing through Fengcaoyuan and died at the hands of the enemy general. It is said that the restoration party hung the crown prince's head on the tower of Emperor Gaya's capital soon after, which aroused the anger of Emperor Gaya, and he immediately ordered the death of millions of restoration party prisoners of war in Fengcaoyuan.
That year, nine out of ten Beichuan vassal states rebelled. It was also in that year that the first emperor of Gaya, who suffered from countless unmentionable diseases in his early years of battle, finally couldn't bear the pain of losing his son, and could not afford to be seriously ill. That winter, the emperor passed away.
Later, when Emperor Wu succeeded to the throne, he invited He Qingqiu, one of the famous Moling scholars at that time, to come out of the mountain. The cooperation between the two was like a fish in water. He Qingqiu reformed the political affairs for Emperor Wu, re-established the three lords and nine ministers, and weakened the power of the vassal states; in war, this man is also invincible. It can be said that it was He Qingqiu who created a beautiful scene of prosperity for Emperor Wu, and even later history books often mentioned that "those who win the Qingqiu can seal the borders and settle the country, and the world is at hand!"
After Emperor Wu passed away, He Qingqiu sealed his sword and went back to seclusion, and never appeared on the Beichuan Continent again. I don't know how many Gaya emperors in later generations wanted to find him but couldn't find him.
Presumably he turned into a sword spirit at that time and was included in the Zangfeng Pavilion. I don't know if he can still find a monarch like Emperor Wu now that the flames of war are rising again, so that the sword intent of sealing the frontier that is astonishing in the past and the present can shine again.
Yun Qing sorted out what she had gained from the conversation with He Qingqiu this time, then got up again and walked towards the largest painting in the entire Zangfeng Pavilion.
The one on that painting should be the last orthodox lineage of the Jiange of Moling, the Holy Sword Meaning.
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. In all the freehand brushwork paintings, how could such a pair of meticulous paintings not be punched
The painting is a long street, which seems to be full of shops and tiles, and you can even vaguely hear the voices of people when you stand close, and it is full of vitality.
She looked carefully, and there were people everywhere on the street, and she couldn't see where the sword spirit was, so she had to reach out and touch it, entering the painting.
The noise was endless, this time Yun Qing didn't appear in the sky, but went directly into the crowd, next to her were mortals wearing ancient Beichuan clothes. The nostrils are also 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 Yingyan came and went one after another, making it very lively.
With great difficulty, Yun Qing squeezed out of the crowd, and with a quick glance, she saw the ox cart slowly approaching from the small stone bridge.
The small stone bridge is connected to the city gate, and the people who come in from there are either travel-stained and tired looking, or tired looking but very excited. One of them is a foreign traveler, and the other is a returnee from a long journey.
This bullock cart looks very different.
It slowly came in from the city gate, pulling a cart of hay. The driver was an old man, not slick, and his facial features could only be distinguished by looking carefully. The hay was piled high and bumped with the ox cart, but it didn't fall down. Yun Qing didn't realize that there was a person sitting in the haystack behind the car after the old man pulled the car rope and turned a corner.
The man was wearing a dusty coarse cloth shirt, most of his body was sunken in the dry grass, with his long legs dangling outside, which looked rather funny.
The old man seemed to be about to reach his destination, so he got out of the car and inspected his ox cart, but when he turned around, he saw two dangling long legs, and he was terrified: "Who are you? Why are you here? In the car!?"
The man propped himself up and wanted to sit up from the edge of the cart, but the bullock cart was full of grass and he couldn't exert his strength, so he fell back again. Yun Qing wondered if the sword spirit in this painting had lost his mind after being shut down for so long
The old man burst out laughing when he saw it, stretched out his hand to help the man, and pulled him out of the hay.
"Be careful!"
The man jumped out of the car with great difficulty, and then he saluted the old man and said, "Thank you, old man, my legs and feet are not flexible, that's why I touched your car, please don't blame me."
Yun Qing saw that the man had a good appearance and a peaceful breath. He was not very old, only in his early twenties, but his left leg was slightly lame, and he really looked inflexible as he said.
"You kid, don't say anything to me! Just now I was frightened!" The old man reprimanded.
The young man smiled, and said shyly, "The one who touched the car at night didn't say anything because he was afraid of scaring you. I didn't expect that he would already be in the city when he woke up."
The old man shook his head, and didn't say much: "Come on, you can go wherever you want, the capital is prosperous now."
The young man saluted the old man again, then turned around like Yun Qing was walking, his legs and feet were not convenient, and he stumbled when passing through the crowd, Yun Qing had no choice but to meet him and support him, saying: "I wonder which senior from Mo Ling?"
"I'm Xu Wutong, where is my little friend?" This young man seemed to be very talkative, neither as cold as Jiang Yingyue nor as airy as He Qingqiu.
"I'm a magician. This time I entered the Tibetan Feng Pavilion to invite a sword spirit to come out to help me out of my predicament. I don't know Mr. Xu..." Yun Qing cut the long story short and went straight to the point, just as she was about to ask Xu Wutong if he would like to follow along. 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, and Xu Wu was still an ancient surname, so she planned to say it again.
"I know about your situation, and there are some small connections between the many sword spirits here." Xu Wutong said hastily, "I guess you understand the rules of the sword spirits?"
Yun Qing nodded: "All the senior sword spirits choose to follow the right person. The previous seniors Jiang Yingyue and He Qingqiu both looked down on me."
"Since you have said that you only choose the right people, it means that you are only inferior to their requirements, so don't underestimate 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 came to Gayadi in a bullock cart this trip?" Xu Wutong didn't answer her, but asked a new question.
Yun Qing tried hard to recall this period of history, but couldn't think of anyone similar to Xu Wutong, so she shook her head: "I don't know."
"Do you know what sword intent I am cultivating?" Xu Wutong took a step back and asked.
This Yun Qing is clear: "Understand the meaning of the holy sword."
"That's right, mastering the sages and transforming the people, this is the sword intent of mastering the saints. Jiang Yingyue's Taiji sword intent is the way of heaven, so she follows the destiny to establish a country, and He Qingqiu Xiu's sword intent of sealing borders is the way of the earth. Therefore, he established the country with a combination of hardness and softness."
"I don't know what the master's sword intent is cultivating?" Yun Qing frowned and asked, if he guessed correctly, it should be the way of human beings.
"They are the emperor's way, and I am the common people's way, which can also be said to be the way of becoming a saint."
Xu Wutong smiled lightly, going up to the clear sky and down to the turbid land, the red dust billowing between the sky and the earth did not touch a single bit, for such a moment he looked extremely similar to a saint of humanity.
"I came to the imperial capital to educate the people with the meaning of the holy sword."