The fire burned for half a month, and even the imperial capital and the surrounding mountains were turned into scorched earth.
Huangfu Liuxian, a descendant of King Song, endured under the Emperor Gaya for many years, pretending to be crazy and selling fools for more than 30 years just to seize the throne and usurp power. She made it, and now she's finally in this position above everyone else. But she was still uneasy, because Gaya Tianshou disappeared, which meant that he might be waiting in a dark corner to make a comeback.
"Don't worry, he won't come back." Song Liyou glanced at Huangfu Liuxian who was fidgeting. He was leaning against the window, holding an ancient book in his hand, which was the collection of the Gaya royal family, and there were many insightful political advices in it, but obviously this thing could not save the decaying Gaya dynasty.
Sitting in front of the desk, Huangfu Liuxian frowned and said: "But people who live and die don't see corpses... I'm always a little worried."
"Even if he comes back, so what, he has lost his momentum, so what is there to be afraid of?" Song Liyou sneered, "You should take care of your own people first and then worry about these things."
Huangfu Liuxian got up, wandered around and sat down again. She stared at Song Liyou and said, "Mr. Song, can you help me figure out whether he is alive or dead, and where is he?"
Song Liyou put the book down, and then carefully searched for something next to the bookshelf, he said casually: "Probably he gave up his glory and wealth and followed that witch to learn the way of yin and yang good fortune."
Huangfu Liuxian didn't know about the relationship between Gaya Tianshou and Gong Zhen, and immediately turned pale with shock: "You mean that Gaya Tianshou escaped from the world of mortals and went to practice the Dao? Then what if he comes back after he succeeds in cultivating the Dao!?"
"You said that he escaped from the world of mortals. Since he has broken his ties with the world, how could he come back to claim the throne of you, Lao Shizi." Song Liyou was quite disdainful. How can the power in the world compare with the way between heaven and earth? Anyone who has tasted the latter will not choose the former again, but those who indulge in the former often cannot see the latter.
Huangfu Liuxian was taken aback by what she said, and a strange feeling arose in her heart. This Mr. Song used to be a subject of Gaya, but after he had successfully cultivated the Dao, the Great Gaya could no longer pose any threat to him. Even if he wanted to destroy the country, it would be an easy task. She holds the royal power now, what if it takes another hundred years? Turned into mud, reincarnated in reincarnation, confused, not knowing why.
"What... what will happen if he succeeds in cultivating the Tao?" Huangfu Liuxian asked hesitantly.
Song Liyou naturally understood what she was thinking, he smiled and said: "Those who have achieved success in cultivating the Tao travel across the world and travel all over the world, and all the gods and Buddhas will bow their heads when they see it."
Huangfu Liuxian clenched his hands tightly, with a slightly excited look on his face.
But Song Liyou quickly poured cold water on it: "But there are very few people who have achieved success in cultivation, even fewer than the emperors in this world. Countless people died halfway, and countless people went astray and suffered torture. Although Nagaya Tianshou has been favored by the Demon Lord, he may not be able to cultivate any superior inheritance. I think that according to the nature of the ruthless way, he will probably be used as a furnace for a period of time. When he gets old, his yang energy will gradually decline , that Mozun will refine him into the Secret Artifact of Acacia, and he will not be able to die."
Huangfu Liuxian's heart went cold, but he soon cheered up and said, the miss in her heart is still there: "The person who took away Gaya Tianshou practiced the way of ruthlessness, so what about you, Mr. Song?"
"Don't even think about my inheritance. It's for the dead." Song Li laughed sadly. He took out a book of poems and ran his fingers across the rows of ancient characters on it.
Although he was smiling, his eyes were extremely cold. Huangfu Liuxian felt that he shouldn't ask these things too much, but his mind couldn't stop. She hurriedly said: "Then what about the person who gave me the kit before? What did she cultivate?"
Song Liyou looked at her with raised eyebrows, full of mockery, which made Huangfu Liuxian feel displeased, he said slowly: "The way of Yan Mo is to kill all living beings and sharpen one's own blade, one day you can kill everything And ask this question again when your heart is free.”
Huangfu Liuxian remembered the girl playing chess in the vast snow field, she was humble, gentle, calm and relaxed, and she could not see the hostility of "killing all living beings" at all. She still remembers the girl's expression of arranging the chess pieces, light and soft, as if she was afraid of damaging the chess in her hand, but when she made the moves, she was sonorous and forceful, fierce and decisive, even if she was at a disadvantage in the whole situation, she still had a look of contempt.
She was in a daze after thinking about it, for a moment she didn't even hear what Song Liyou said.
"Moling Palace Fuxin is here, please come out and see the ghost master of Fengdu." A clear cry fell from the sky, like a spring thunder.
Accompanied by this sound came a sharp and bone-piercing sword aura, which swayed from a distance, destroying all the palaces and houses, yin and yang blending, rushing unhindered. Huangfu Liuxian felt that the scenery around him was as transparent as if it had been washed by water, the heaven, earth, and yin and yang were integrated into one, and every place was so harmonious, without any sense of stagnation. After watching for a while, she began to feel dizzy, and her skin was cut open by the sword energy, revealing wounds.
Song Liyou spread out his folding fan, but he didn't see him making a formula, and a gloomy and majestic ghost town phantom fell from the sky, and the black ghost fog quickly contained the yin and yang qi.
Huangfu Liuxian staggered, she held onto the desk before she fell, pulled herself together and asked, "Someone is attacking?"
Song Liyou didn't answer her, but snapped half of the wall with his fingers, and he stood by the wall and bowed his hands: "Fellow Daoist Gong praised you, the five ghost emperors are still alive, Song can't afford to be the ghost lord."
A girl in black descended from the sky, her face was cold, her words and deeds were decent, and the brilliance of the long sword in her hand flowed like spring water, and the black and white sword light faltered. The purity of this person's sword intent is rare in the world, even Song Liyou couldn't help but praise him in his heart. This kendo is different from others, the purer it is, the stronger it is, so Mo Ling has three lines of direct inheritance, but he has never heard of concurrent cultivation.
Taiji, Fengjiang, and Tongsheng, among them, Tongsheng sword meaning has not appeared in the world for many years, and Fengjiang is a Wenjian, which is rarely seen on the frontal battlefield. Therefore, Mo Ling is now most famous for Tai Chi Sword Intent, and the name Tai Chi Sword Intent Gong Fuxin usually appears together with words like "extremely threatening". Song Liyou couldn't see her reality for the time being, so she was still polite when talking.
"Young City Lord, please leave Beichuan as soon as possible." Gong Fuxin looked solemn, with a horizontal sword in his hand, yin and yang were awe-inspiring, and ghosts flickered.
Song Liyou waved his fan, but he didn't see any pressure. He said calmly, "Did you write your family's name on Beichuan's face? Since there isn't one, then why does Song have any reason to leave?"
The phantom of the ghost city suddenly solidified, it slowly descended from the air, broke through the barrier of Yin and Yang, and directly pressed on Gong Fuxin. With a twist of the sword in Gong Fuxin's hand, the Taiji Sword Intent rose from the ground, the clouds in the sky were washed away, the sky light descended from the ten thousand miles of stratus clouds, and the phantom shadow of the ghost path gradually blurred.
"Beichuan is the foundation of my humanity. Since Song Daoyou can't even be called a ghost master, then don't get in the way." Gong Fuxin's expression was cold, and there was no emotion on his face. Judging from what she said, only Song Li You can only fight her when you reach the level of Wufang Ghost Emperor.
Huangfu Liuxian was furious when he heard this, Song Liyou didn't expect the people from Mo Ling to speak so aggressively, and he suppressed his temper to talk to people, this guy actually chased people away when he came up. But she really played beautifully with the sword just now, which made Song Liyou have to avoid it for a while. Just now, Gong Fuxin used his own energy to lead the general trend of the world to fight. This kind of Taoism consumes less energy and is powerful, but it must be amazingly talented to use it. Looking at her effortless appearance, I am afraid that "amazing talent" can no longer be described.
"Oh, that's how you Moling founded the country? Just beat everyone away?"
Song Liyou sneered, the peach blossom fan quickly covered with black mist, the gate of Fengdu ghost city burst open, and thousands of ghost troops came out of the city. They walked vigorously, armed with armor and leather armor, and walked so step by step without making a sound. All the breath settled around the ghost city, and there was only death and silence around. With the change of Song Liyou's fan, the ghost army's eyes gradually ignited with faint blue flames, their movements became more dexterous, and their aura was like that of a real army.
"That's right!" Gong Fu's sword clanged in his heart, his yin and yang huffing and puffing separated the clear and turbid, the moment the ghost army touched the sword qi, it turned into turbid qi, just like paper paste.
Song Liyou finally saw someone as thick-skinned as Yun Qing again, and said with a serious expression, "It's no wonder you were beaten like birds by the Shenyin Sect."
Gong Fuxin's expression was still calm, she pointed her long sword at Song Liyou, her voice was as clear and sharp as her sword: "Dynasty still changes, and victory or defeat has its own time. Shenyinmen and Lutiantan have been chaotic for a long time, Now it's time to redefine the holy track and straighten out my humanity!"
Song Liyou was taken aback by her, "resetting the holy track" was not just casually said, it meant to kill the sage and regain the Tao fruit. According to what she meant, could it be that someone from the Jiange of Moling joined the way and wanted to force the saint to move out of the way? But this matter is obviously a conflict within the Human Dao, so what does it mean to involve a Shenyin Sect
Sure enough, there was a lot of inside information about the war that fell thousands of years ago...
But right now, I don't have time to think about it, Song Liyou frowned and said, "Who do you want to assist?"
If he wanted to interfere with the fortunes of the world, Mo Ling had to have personal representatives in the world, they wouldn't be able to put on imperial robes and become emperors themselves. But Song Liyou seemed to have some hope for Huangfu Liuxian next to him, and the rest of the rebels had very little purple energy. If Mo Ling also chooses Huangfu Liuxian, then of course there is no need to drive him away, they must have other people who are in their hands.
Gong Fuxin was about to answer, when there was a loud bird song from the sky, she was startled, and looked up to the sky. Song Liyou was startled when he heard the voice. If he guessed correctly, this person should be imprisoned in the Mianfeng Corridor and not care about world affairs.
The sky glowed fiery red, and the clouds seemed to be on fire, seething and surging, flames and wind waves sweeping across the world. This loud and clear bird song attracted the attention of thousands of birds. All the birds in Beichuan paid homage and sang in unison to welcome them. The auspiciousness of heaven and earth descended, the purple air soared into the sky, the sky was full of flowers, and the fragrance was everywhere. The place where the fire passed was like a fairyland on earth. People who have seen it have a kind of enlightenment in their hearts, and people with high aptitude can use it to enlighten their minds, while ordinary people also have a faint sense of luck and auspiciousness after watching it.
The flames spread all the way between Song Liyou and Gong Fuxin, and a young girl stepped out of the phoenix fire that melted the heavens and the earth. She is obviously beautiful, but she has a dignified and dignified demeanor, she really has the air of the emperor of birds and the auspiciousness of heaven and earth. There was a boy who was about her age holding hands with her. The boy was also exquisite in appearance, and his demeanor gave off a natural sense of nobility.
Song Liyou knew the boy was not good when he saw his appearance. This boy was so similar to the Gaya Tianshou he had seen a few days ago, he must be his descendant.
"Fuxin is not good at doing things, so I ask Fire Phoenix to punish her!" Seeing her walking out of the fire, Gong Fuxin immediately saluted with both hands on his sword, with a respectful and solemn expression.
Huohuang glanced at her indifferently, frowned and said: "Why do you make trouble?"
Gong Fuxin bowed again and apologized: "Fuxin is reckless, it is really negligent of duty to alarm Huohuang."
Song Liyou hadn't interrupted until now, and the two of them acted as if he didn't exist. Even the fire phoenix has entered the world, Mianfenglang will not be reconciled if it does not goug out a piece of meat from Shenyinmen this time. Basically, Huohuang's entry into the WTO is a word for "death". Tiandi Xiangrui never swims in troubled times, and Mianfenglang sent her here to make a life-and-death fight for Mo Ling. After all, if the "resetting of the holy track" against Shenyin Gate and Lutian Temple fails, Moling and Mianfenglang will basically have to be removed from the seven holy places.
Huohuang closed his eyes and said calmly: "Let the regent Huangfu Liuxian take care of the government first and stabilize the hearts of the people. Choose a day to worship the heavens on the five mountains, and only say that Gaya Tianshou died suddenly, and his son Gaya Guizhen ascended the throne. At that time, I I will transform the vision of heaven and earth, and tell the destiny in an auspicious body. You can go back, young city lord."
The boy who was led by her immediately puffed up his chest when she heard what she said. He was not afraid at all in front of the three monks, and he was calm and composed. This brave and fearless look was completely different from his father.
Song Liyou felt that Huohuang didn't look like she was being ostracized as rumored by the outside world. She spoke in a clear and intimidating manner, which was almost the same as the Jinghua Immortal Venerable who had strategized. With a few words, Huohuang knocked down Huangfu Liuxian, who had already entered the imperial capital, to the position of regent, and instantly positioned Gaya Guizhen as the orthodox successor to the throne, and most of the people in Beichuan recognized this orthodoxy. Coupled with the reverence for the auspiciousness of the heaven and earth, if the fire phoenix builds momentum for Gaya's return to Zhen during the sacrifice to the sky, let alone the common people, even the rebellious princes should believe it.
Song Liyou's expression changed several times, and finally he bowed his hands with a smile and said: "Then I will take my leave."
Volume 8 Beihai Fengxian