The old saying tells people that there are no more than three things.
But this survivor 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 beside him.
She hovered with her imperial sword, and her clothes fluttered. Civil servants with a bit of celebrity demeanor will lose their minds for a moment, and the women are all over the city, but that's all, right
After more than a thousand people came back to their senses, the civil and military officials were divided from east to west in an instant, and became divided into north and south. Withdraw to the north. There were more than two hundred people walking very fast or very slow. Those who walked quickly were the descendants of the Western Chu generation, and they were very flexible when they saw the wind. The older generation, on the contrary, burst into tears almost at the same time. When they turned around and retreated, they covered their faces with their sleeves and staggered. Dozens of elderly people burst into tears on the spot. His sleeves were thrown by the old man, and he glared at each other, which made the young Jun Yan, who had managed to secure a place in the temple, feel a little embarrassed and ashamed.
Many officials of the survivors who were brought into the court regardless of previous suspicions by the Liyang court were also a little bit sad, with complicated expressions. The eight subjugated countries in the Spring and Autumn Period, all slowly integrated into Liyang, but Xichu is still "rampant with remnants of evil", and wants to revive it.
Emperor Liyang stepped out of the main hall first. Unexpectedly, the emperor of the Zhao family, who had been disobeyed by the dragon scales several times, was not angry, but laughed loudly: "Mr. Cao is such a Western Chu to visit Tai'an City!"
Cao Changqing was dressed in ordinary green clothes, and his temples were frosty white. If he hadn't been standing on the top of the imperial palace at this time, he would be no different from a shabby old scholar in the Imperial Academy.
The emperor of the Zhao family continued to smile boldly: "In my Liyang Dynasty, there are white-clothed monks who hang the Yellow River in Beimang Daozong, and Mr. Cao came here through the eighteen gates. It is a blessing for my dynasty."
As soon as these words came out, all the civil and military officials in the square, who were already anxious, took a reassurance and smiled.
A generation of talented emperors should swallow the world like this.
Cao Changqing said flatly: "Just wait and return the gift."
This officer Cao immediately cursed at him, yelling at him for not knowing what to do, most of it came from the mouth of civil servants, most of the generals were so angry that they only hated having no weapons, and they were afraid of Cao Qingyi's reputation as a Confucian saint, so they didn't dare to make mistakes. I am afraid that if I fail to do meritorious service, I will be ridiculed instead.
There was a clatter, who turned their heads first, and then turned around together, looking at the stalwart man in the red python coat dragging his gun, climbing up the steps, a plum wine gun pointed to the ground, and came to the side of His Majesty the Emperor, the body of the gun With one spin, the grab handle plunges into the ground.
One man guards the gate.
Plum green turns purple.
He was escorted by the soldier sage Chen Zhibao, and the emperor of the Zhao family was even more heroic. He squinted his eyes and looked at the general Gu Jiantang, who was the number one master in the Liyang Army. So far, no one has shaken the throne. When Chen Zhibao entered the capital, everyone looked up and down Hope, I thought about the two competing against each other, but I never thought that the two new and veteran ministers of the Ministry of War were not in the same situation, but there were rumors that Gu Jiantang personally brought wine to the Chen residence to meet for a drink. Seeing the prince's gaze, Gu Jiantang nodded slightly, pressed the handle of the saber, and strode forward. The generals retreated one after another. Gu Jiantang did not pull out the Nanhua saber directly. Everyone knows that Gu Jiantang has two sabers, and this Nanhua came from Dongyue. It is said that it is a talisman knife that is not false. It has been blessed by layers of talismans from the Taoist masters of Dongyue. Dongyue has been the birthplace of famous swords since ancient times. It was still taken away by Nanhua. The Wudang talisman sword Shentu is also called "Shuangfu".
To the south of the palace wall are Cao Changqing who came on foot with bare hands, and Jiang Si, the subjugated princess who Yujian.
On the east side is the "Su Wang" of the Wu family's sword mound, which has been blocked to no avail. Behind him is a large beehive woven by the sword mound's unique sword control skills, and eight hundred Wu family hidden swords gather together.
On the west side, Prime Minister Zhao Danping from Longhu Mountain stood side by side with a burly old man whose identity was unknown to the world. The old man had a large sword that was almost twice the length of an ordinary ancient sword on his back.
At the foot of the wall, the two rows of imperial guards holding colorful embroidered halberds stood still.
"Gu Jiantang pays back the gift first."
After Gu Jiantang finished speaking, he stretched out his arms, and a halberd came out from the imperial guards. Gu Jiantang, the number one swordsman in the world, rushed out, grabbed the halberd that was flying fast, and let out a soft shout, like a thunderbolt blasting towards the wall Cao Changqing.
Cao Qingyi took a step forward, hovered in the sky, put his index and middle fingers together, and lightly raised the tip of the halberd that was charged with the force of thunder.
The one-and-a-half foot long halberd was not broken every single inch, but cracked by the slightest, and crushed into powder.
Cao Changqing's hair was never messed up.
"Zhao Danping returned the salute."
The immortal Zhao Danping was wearing a yellow and purple Taoist robe, fluttering like a fairy, raised his big sleeves, and sacrificed nine mahogany swords with peach charms on them. There are nine flying swords. home means.
Cao Changqing sneered: "What you recite is the ancient human language, and what you do is your own family. How do you ask about longevity?"
The top official who is the most romantic in the world stretches out a finger and taps lightly.
Among the nine swords, eight swords killed each other, and they shattered in the air. The last sword tried its best to come to Cao Changqing. With a finger that didn't retract at all, with a flick of the momentum, the Taomu sword turned the tip of the sword and swept towards Zhao Danping, so much faster, it can be called the difference between a chicken and a falcon. Zhao Danping frowned, when the flying sword went out of the sleeve, he was outstanding, but when he came back, he was in a panic when he retracted the sword, and the flying sword went back into the sleeve, but everyone saw the big sleeve of the Taoist robe swaying, and refused to be quiet for a long time. It is said that this great real man is very familiar with subduing demons and eliminating demons, but after all, the Confucian sage's sword is full of arrogance, how can he do it easily
Tsing Yi returned the salute twice, but was resolved by Tsing Yi with a flick of his fingers.
Cao Changqing passed through the palace three times like a corridor, but none of them were so under the watchful eyes of the public, except Han Diao Temple and a few other top masters dormant in the palace, never witnessed it with their own eyes, let alone learned it. The second time I broke into the imperial palace, there were three hundred iron armored guards in front of the road, but I was directly passed by the three hundred armored soldiers in blue. The emperor of the family is still surnamed Zhao, but he is no longer the emperor beside Chen Zhibao. Gu Jiantang, who came out with a saber, had only returned half of the salute, but was interrupted by the Prime Minister of Qingci, there was a vague displeasure between his brows, but he still respected him as the master of Longhu Mountain, and forcibly restrained his majestic spirit At this time, when the second salute was over, Nanhua rose from the ground, and Nanhua drew his sword, which almost eclipsed the sky and the earth.
Cao Changqing, who had been standing in the air all this time, took three steps, holding the back proudly with one hand, and facing the Nanhua knife with the other.
The palm of the hand directly penetrated the light of the blade, and pressed down on the blade of Nanhua!
"The one who is beheaded is the saint."
Gu Jiantang laughed lightly, and the glow of the Nanhua knife disappeared, allowing Cao Changqing to hold the blade, while his left hand and right hand pressed the handle together.
Cao Changqing frowned slightly, and instantly felt relieved. His body spun like a top, and finally his head was on the ground and his feet were facing the sky. With his right hand not leaving Nanhua, he saw a muffled thunder explode in the sky.
The rumble was endless.
The sky was clear and cloudless, and it was a winter thunder without warning.
Cao Changqing held the Nanhua knife and stood still again. Gu Jiantang did not take the knife forcibly, but took two steps back and landed floatingly.
Cao Changqing waved his sleeves.
Big sleeve torn.
Five thunderclaps sounded in the sky one after another.
Cao Changqing smiled and said, "It turns out that it is so out of body, it is indeed Gu Jiantang who made the sword extraordinary and holy."
Gently threw the Nanhua knife to Gu Jiantang who was standing on the square.
Gu Jiantang didn't mess around, hung up the ancient saber Nanhua, turned around and walked forward.
At this time, everyone saw the "path" behind Cao Changqing slanting towards Jiutian, and the clouds vibrated violently, which was clearly visible to ordinary people.
On the steps, Chen Zhibao whispered to the emperor, and the latter looked stunned.
The land gods are the so-called heavenly beings in the world, but Cao Changqing's Confucian saints have not been here for a long time, but they have almost entered the peak of the earth immortals. One and a half layers of realm.
Cao Changqing, who was only a little shabby after borrowing two salutes with all his strength, looked calm.
Many civil servants in the square suddenly remembered a sentence he once said to the entire Western Chu when Xi Leibi was enthroned.
"Cao Changqing is willing to die in exchange for earth-shaking, wishing to die in exchange for peace in the world."
Cao Changqing is so close to invincible,
But immediately everyone felt a sharp sword intent, biting cold.
As far as the line of sight of the Yujian woman is concerned, the civil servants and generals on that line subconsciously move sideways to avoid.
Until one "surfacing".
Xu Fengnian from Beiliang.
That year, Xichu died.
That year, she had dimples on her cheeks.
That year, he hadn't turned white.