The soldiers immediately rushed forward like fierce horses breaking free from the reins, but Fu Luo failed so easily. The sword, a luminous sword aura cut off the horse's leg, and the horse fell to the ground with a long hiss. The sword aura killed people invisible.
Xuan Cheng stared at the long sword quietly, "How can it compete with Fu Jian's Phoenix Blood?"
Wang Jiadao, "You may not know this. When the Heavenly King was alive, he ordered the swordsmith to forge two black iron swords, one named Fengxue and the other named Canglong. Both swords had spiritual energy. After offering sacrifices to the gods of mountains and rivers, the Heavenly King separated Give these two swords to the crown prince Fu Sheng and the then prime minister Fu Xiong, who is the father of the Holy One. When Fu Sheng died, the Canglong Sword was missing, and it turned out that someone gave it to Tang Gong."
"So that's it, no wonder why I think the sword in his hand looks familiar."
"Have you ever seen Phoenix Blood? Phoenix Blood and Canglong Sword are different from ordinary swords. You can change your body shape at will, whether it is long or short. Your Majesty carries Phoenix Blood with you. Duke Tang's Canglong Sword has countless bloodthirsty swords on the battlefield. It can be said that it is not sharp, and the soldiers should not be forced to fight hard."
Xuancheng said, "What should I do? Brother Huang never gave me the Phoenix Blood Sword. Fu Luo has Canglong in his hands, so I have nothing to do with him."
"Don't worry, I have a solution." Wang Jia smiled mysteriously, snow fell on his black hair, and Xuancheng looked at him from the side, but suddenly felt that he was like a phantom, the shadow flickered, and the strands of hair Floating up, a little treacherous.
I saw him closing his eyes, clasping his hands together, chanting words, Xuancheng couldn't understand what he was chanting, but suddenly felt that his whole body suddenly became gloomy and cold, as if there was a different kind of cold air coming, this cold air was not like the coldness of the world , It is also different from the air-conditioning in the valley.
Xuancheng couldn't help shivering.
Wang Jiahui's ancient secret technique.
But only a roar was heard, Xuancheng looked intently, and the long sword in Fu Luo's hand suddenly escaped his control.
"Fu Rong, you are shameless for using quack warlocks."
Even if Xuancheng didn't want the hat at the moment, he had to take it off. Wang Jia was indeed recommended by Wang Meng.
The blue dragon approached suddenly, Xuancheng stretched out his hand to hold it, and his wrist shook a few times, "The sword is so strong." He exclaimed.
"Of course the sword is the case. Canglong is in hand, kill him."
Xuancheng held the sword and pointed it at Fu Luo. At this moment, Fu Luo's face changed drastically, his face was full of horror, and the war horse under his crotch also neighed, very desolate.
Fu Zhong exclaimed, "Brother, brother, your sword."
After finding out before and after, Fu Zhong cursed loudly, "Fu Rong, you are really shameless. Fu Jian invited Taoist priests to teach the Dharma in the palace. You use quack warlocks to take away my brother's sword. You will die badly."
Fu Chong may have expected today's situation, he would die in Yuanchuan Valley, he simply couldn't care about anything, he told the truth, and cursed out heartily.
Xuancheng slashed the sword, the sword energy was like a rainbow, Fu Luo was forced to fall off the horse, his battle robe was injured by the sword energy, and it was in a mess.
He laughed suddenly, seeing Xuancheng walking slowly with his sword in hand, he laughed heartily.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Fu Jian, you believe in the so-called prophecy too much. The country will not last long. Fu Rong, you manipulate the secret method, and you will not end well. How sad, how sad, how sad you two are, the two of you, who indulged quack warlocks to participate in the government. Haha, king of heaven, ancestor Ah, take a look, how could this Great Qin become what it is today."
He laughed and cried.
Xuancheng finally sees the sad scene of a general on the battlefield, Deng Qiang and Zhang Hao's troops have gained the upper hand.
Fu Jian said that Fu Luo owned too much, and he was not satisfied with the title of land. His 100,000 troops had already posed a threat to Fu Jian. Now after the Liang Dynasty was destroyed, 200,000 troops were taken back into the Liang State army. Two hundred thousand horses can be reduced, but it is not worthwhile to kill them all.
The sword had reached his throat, only a hair's breadth away, but Xuancheng trembled, the sword seemed to recognize its owner.
Xuancheng clenched it tightly, but his wrist was in pain, his face changed slightly, Fu Luo noticed it, and said coldly, "You can't control the Canglong Sword."
Xuancheng couldn't control it, but how could Wang Jia let the sword recognize its master.
Fu Zhong was held on his neck with a sword, so he didn't dare to move.
At the moment when the sword was trembling non-stop, a red light came, and suddenly, the sword revived, before Xuancheng figured out what was going on, the sword entered the throat, and blood gushed out instantly.
Canglong drank the blood, and finally became stable, Xuancheng held the hilt of the sword firmly.
Fu Luo's eyes widened. He never imagined that his sword was addicted to his own blood.
His face was in pain, his lips trembled, "You, you,,"
He tried hard to raise a hand, but it fell in the air after all.
The snow fell down and covered his arms.
The Canglong Sword is also covered with a vast expanse of white, with plum blossoms dotted in the pure white.
"Brother, brother." Fu Chong roared.
Fu Luo is dead, what else is there to fight
Collecting the remnants of the army and reorganizing the soldiers and horses is what Xuancheng should do.
This time all the generals in the Fu Luo army were ordered to die. There were only less than 100,000 soldiers, but how could the 100,000 soldiers and horses die in Yuanchuan? Thousands of troops can be saved.
The king is dead, why should the thief worry.
Only then did Xuancheng understand Wang Meng's proposal. Fu Luo might not be his opponent, but the sword in Fu Luo's hand can only be subdued by the sword of the emperor. Without Wang Jia, what can he use to subdue Canglong.
Xuancheng asked Wang Jia, "You can kill one person with your own strength, why bother making me infamous?"
Wang Jiadao, "I will not enter the court, and Fu Luo's death has nothing to do with me. The Holy Majesty ordered you to suppress the chaos, and I will assist you."
Xuancheng remained silent, but after a long period of silence, the sky and the earth changed color. The heavy snow finally stopped, and only the sky and the earth remained in Yuanchuan Valley.
Xuancheng finally looked at the warlock next to him seriously.
Because he still has something to ask him.
"You said that you will not let them be lonely ghosts."
"Of course, I will extradite these souls."
"Where is the extradition? They are all thoughtful souls. How can they remain indifferent when they see the Lord being killed."
Wang Jia smiled strangely, "Mr. Yang Ping won't wait to ask more questions."
Xuancheng ordered Deng Qiang and Zhang Hao to clean up the corpses, and the rest of the soldiers were put under their tents.
"As ordered."
Xuancheng Yangtian sighed, "Ah, what have I done?"
God will not answer him, he just did what he should do. Xuancheng looked down at his hands, trembling, he suddenly missed Chang'an abnormally, missed the Empress Dowager Xun whom he hated very much, she gave birth to Fu Jian and Fu Rong brothers, what Fu Luo said was a pity became luck, Fu Jian It is enough to have only a brother like Fu Rong.
One day later, Xuancheng held a military meeting in Yuanchuan City to discuss with the generals the funeral of the siege of Yuanchuan Valley, but the generals remained silent.
Xuancheng asked Zhang Hao and Deng Qiang for their opinions, and the two expressed that they would obey the will of the Holy One.
Xuancheng asked Wang Jia, and Wang Jia said, "There are too many dead souls in Yuanchuan, so it is not appropriate to set up another city. Your Majesty's intention is to withdraw the city and enter Ledu."
"Brother Huang, have you figured out what you mean?"
Wang Jia said, "I know the heaven and the earth, how can I not know the divine order of the Son of Heaven."
Xuancheng and him looked at each other and smiled, this smile finally relieved the doubts in their hearts, because Xuancheng happened to coincide with him.
Xuancheng revoked Yuanchuan's title, moved Yuanchuan's jurisdiction to Ledu, and merged with Ledu into one city.
"What about Zhang Tianxi and the others?"
"I'm afraid I have entered Chang'an City at this moment." Wang Jiayou's long sentence sounded in his ears, Xuancheng pondered for a long time, for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong, but Fu Luo was dead, so what else could he detect? Is it strange? I'm afraid it's unknown.
Sure enough, Fu Jian ordered someone to build a mansion for the royal family of Liang in Chang'an. Even the shape of the mansion is based on the palace of Liang Wang. It is not far from Murong Wei's mansion after Xinxing. Fu Jian's thoughts are now probably seen by ordinary people. There was a one or two.
However, what resounded endlessly in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City was the absurd and evocative gossip about the emperor, "One female and one male, both flew into the Purple Palace."
Xuancheng was bored in the mansion for a few days and did not go to court for a few days. Fu Honggang reconciled with him and now he can't get used to it. The news brought by Mingyue from the palace is that the prince accused him of being a lazy emperor in the court today. uncle.
Xuancheng yawned, "Oh, let him talk, I can't control his mouth."
Mingyue worried, "But if you don't go to court like this, it won't work for a long time. After all, you are the only prince of the Great Qin."
"The only one? Brother Huang has conferred so many marquises with different surnames, how can he be considered the only one?"
Mingyue chuckled, "Mr. Yang Ping, why do you speak like a little lady?"
"Oh." Mingyue took another slap on the head.
All counties and counties in Liang State belonged to Qin, and Fu Jian made Zhang Tianxi the Marquis of Guiyi and took the post of Minister.
Xuancheng wondered, "It's all right to be a Marquis, why do you want to give an official position?"
"Gong Chungu came from a long way, and he is not very familiar with Chang'an. If he doesn't have an official position, everyone in Chang'an will laugh at him. Then I won't feel at ease."
Xuan Cheng said, "They are all at ease, you are the one who is afraid of not being at ease now, haven't you heard how everyone in Chang'an City is singing about you?"
Fu Jian looked at him blankly, "Do you think so too?"
"I don't believe it, but the rumors are disturbing."
Fu Jian forced him to the corner, "Disturbed you?"
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Xuancheng asked about Mingyue's court, he wanted to know how Zhang Tianxi, Murong Wei and others behaved in court, but Mingyue said that the two never met each other, never spoke in court, and went back to their residences after court.
Xuancheng flipped through the books in his hands, "This is really strange."
A few days later, an uninvited guest suddenly came to this Yangping Duke's mansion, and Mingyue stubbornly stopped in front of the mansion, "Gui Yihou, our master will not see you, why don't you go back?"
Zhang Tianxi looks handsome, but thin-skinned. Hearing what he said, his face turned red, "Here, please pass it on again. I'll wait here."
Mingyue saw that he was a marquis after all, and he was also a minister of the court, so it was hard to refuse, "Then you wait here, I will go in and report again."
"not see."
Mingyue covered her face, now she has no face to face anyone.
"Let him go back."
"Oh, master, you've sold me out several times, why don't you give me any face at all."
The ancient book in Xuancheng's hand threw him a face, "Is this a matter of face? Why does the king of subjugation always like to run to me?"
Mingyue picked up the thick book and smiled dryly, "Master, I have promised you everything."
Xuan Cheng stared at him coldly, "Last time you let Murong Wei in, this time you let Zhang Tianxi, what kind of heart do you have, who are you trying to sell, think about it."
The author's gossip: I really want a real brother, the kind who spoils me to death (cover my face, it's too scary)