On the edge of the stone steps was Yi Cong a hundred white horses, the horses and men were silent, and the Beiliangdao exuded a cold battlefield atmosphere in the twilight.
The leading general, Ning Emei, was wearing jet-black heavy armor, holding the black and bright iron halberd weighing almost a hundred catties. The black horse with black armor and black halberd was in stark contrast to the hundred white horses and light cavalry, which was suffocating.
In front of the Qingyang Palace is a sword formation of thirty-six people, the swords of the people are united, and the thirty-six swords point at everyone, shining brightly. Among them were the three of Lu Shuyang and the corpses of Taoist priests all over the ground. A drop of warm blood dripped from the tip of the Chixia sword in Lu Qiantang's hand, Shu Shu was adjusting his breathing, bearing the pressure of the Qi machine from both the sword array and Qingqi. Yang Qingfeng stretched out five snow-white fingers and gently wiped away the scarlet blood on the left cheek. He intentionally or unintentionally stood at the place where the corpses were densest.
Wu Shizhen was dumbfounded. He still had a good chance of winning against the three people who broke Yuxiao with the Shenxiao Sword Formation. That Young Master of Beiliang, who was riding a horse and wearing a knife, insulted the King of Qingcheng and insulted the Qingyang Palace, was not a capital offense, but he ignored the stele of dismounting the prince and rode into the square, which was a capital offense. He killed eighteen recorded Taoist priests in one go , in this dynasty that emphasizes Huang Lao Taoism while ignoring Buddhist teachings, it is even a death penalty, so even if the Yuxiao Sword Formation is wiped out, he does not hesitate to deploy Shenxiao, and what he wants is to take down this daring general of Beiliang Children and grandchildren, cut first and play later, everyone in Yongzhou will definitely agree, let alone stabbing to the capital, maybe even the gang of Yongzhou scholars who have prejudices against Qingyang Palace will applaud, who would care about him Wu Shizhen taking possession of several women privately
But the scene in front of him was beyond Wu Shizhen's imagination. A hundred cavalry rushed into the Qingyang Palace with arrogance. How can this be a simple capital crime, rashly mobilizing the army and privately dispatching troops, it is clearly to destroy the nine clans!
Not to mention that this is a major crime second only to rebellion, if the Shenxiao Sword Formation can't withstand the battle of more than a hundred Qingqi plus General Daji and three warriors in the field, Wu Shizhen wants to know what he can do. Xiuwu has always been advocating the use of force to prove the Tao is the lowest crooked way. The Qi Xuan frame on the Dragon and Tiger Mountain was said to be the power of a fairy with his hands. Have you ever heard that Dazheng Qi threatened that he was the best in the world? ! So if the sword array is unfortunately broken again, and the father, who is only a mouth-watering lotus, is obviously unreliable, then you have to ask the real gods of Qingyang Palace? His titular mother? But the question is, is the ugly monster willing to make a move? The son of Beiliang was disrespectful to Qingcheng Mountain, but she was a crazy woman who would often beat and kick their father and son. Wu Shizhen wondered how she could survive to this day. Even the "Lingbao Jing" on which Qingyang Palace is famous is less than half written by her.
There is only a lonely bell tower behind the Qianmen hall, without the drum tower as a backdrop, which seems to be a bit contrary to the harmony of yin and yang in Taoism. The bell tower is tall, but there is no huge bell hanging, and the top pavilion is only piled up with some sundries. At this time, a Taoist priest who was about thirty years old was standing at the window, wearing a purple Taoist robe, as tall and straight as a green pine, with a faint layer of green air flowing on his face, and there was a Taoist fairy floating in the dust, and his divine light was refreshing, which made people see Forget about customs. He was looking at the dangerous confrontation in the square in front of the hall, his sinister eyes were completely opposite to his carefree demeanor, and he said, "It would be good if this son of a bitch's Shenxiao Sword Formation is defeated, and it just happens to save some rations and incense for Lao Tzu's Qingyang Palace." It's bleak, raising a pig can kill and eat meat, but this group of guys are living gluttons who can only get in and out, relying on that bitch riding on my head to shit and pee, I really think I am an uncle!"
Snapped!
A white ponytail whisk made a red mark on his face.
A cold voice sounded in his ears: "Wu Lingsu, don't forget who sent you, you shit King Qingcheng, it wasn't the emperor who opened his mouth, it was me."
Wu Lingsu, the lord of Qingyang Palace
King Qingcheng, who had been slapped by Fuchen, didn't turn his head, and said with a sneer, "Zhao Yutai, if I was young enough to meet you, I wouldn't go to make pills, but to learn swords. With my talent and understanding, how can you be my opponent."
The voice from Wu Lingsu's side was indifferent as before: "You only have one mouth and some ability. Apart from this, what else can you do? You are such a waste who is afraid of death and pain, and will only stop when you do anything. , Can you bear the pain of practicing swords? Believe this, I might as well believe that you have an affair with Zheng Huangfei."
Wu Lingsu said lightly: "People can beat you, but you can't talk nonsense."
The ponytail whisk full of spirituality took advantage of the opportunity to slap Wu Lingsu again. Now both cheeks are fair, and no one needs to laugh at the other.
A snow-white lance falcon also from Liaodong stabbed at Xu Fengnian, but it was not the six-year-old phoenix nicknamed Xiaobai. It was less handsome, but it was also a treasure among Qingbai Luan. Xu Fengnian used the embroidered winter knife scabbard as a falcon stand , the huge lance falcon settled down, the Xiudong knife did not tremble at all, Wu Shizhen, who was not practicing the sword but watched too much of the sword formation, was taken aback for a moment. Xu Fengnian reached out his hand to touch Mao Falcon's head, and took down a small bamboo tube tied to its claws. It was written by Li Yishan, a national scholar. Dong turned his horse's head, walked slowly towards Ning Emei, and said softly, "Back down the steps."
The big halberd Ning Emei, whose face was covered by the black armor, did not have any doubts, and made a gesture of retracting the saber. A hundred Qingqi put their respective standard Beiliang sabers back into their sheaths, turned and left the square, their horseshoes were gentle but unanimous. Although the one hundred white horses Yicong hadn't really used their sabers, not to mention the results, they were already firmly ahead of the sword array in terms of momentum.
This is the benefit brought by Dazhu Kingdom's wanton trampling of the rivers and lakes. Whether it is a single-handed reckless dragon snake or a sect with a foothold, they all have an innate respect for the fierce and cold-blooded Beiliang cavalry who fight off horses.
Wu Shizhen's heart fell to the ground, and he still didn't dare to withdraw the Shenxiao sword formation easily. God knows if it was the conspiracy of the lunatic from Beiliang. Xu Fengnian got off his horse and walked towards the sword formation in front of the main hall. Thirty-six Qinggang swords in the sword formation, straight forward. The sword-wielding priests were at a loss, and turned their heads to look at Wu Shizhen, the temporary backbone. Wu Shizhen couldn't get off the tiger, and there were no people inside and outside. When Lu Qiantang was only ten steps away from the sword formation, he gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: "Leave the formation!"
On the bell tower, the girl Fuchen, whom King Qingcheng called Zhao Yutai, sighed, "It's a pity."
Wu Lingsu frowned and said, "Only if you don't make a move, this sword formation will be defeated. What's the pity?"
The woman in the dust turned and left. Wu Lingsu had been a couple with her for more than ten years in name only. She rarely looked at her hideous and bleak face, and occasionally glanced at her strong back that was not inferior to her own. Most of my achievements today are due to her , being able to enter the palace and become a king is all her handwriting. Wu Lingsu has never guessed her mind, only knows that she uses a sword. She was the one who saved her when she was in a dangerous situation. The Shenxiao Sword Formation came from her hands. Once, on a full moon night in the Mid-Autumn Festival, she saw her practicing swords on the iron chain bridge between the two peaks of Qingyang Tianzun. An ancient sword frightened ghosts and gods. Even the strong wind on the top of the mountain was cut by her sword after sword. Wu Lingsu can be regarded as a well-informed Taoist priest, but he has never seen such a woman with such a strong sword. The concubine of Beiliang suffering from illness, that strange woman surnamed Wu who has inextricably linked with the sword tomb of the Wu family.
Qingcheng Wang Wu Lingsu felt that it was really good to have the same surname as her. Although Wu Lingsu has been beaten and scolded by a woman with a ponytail for more than ten years, she is not afraid of her at all, let alone have the slightest respect for her. The two are grasshoppers on the same thread. It's a pity that Wu Lingsu hasn't thought about what she wants so far, but she can be very sure that without herself, she can't achieve the great event of her grass snake and gray line. Wu Lingsu racked her brains to search for clues in the early years. So he gave up, he was half a hundred years old, and if he didn't find a unique way to prove the way of heaven with the combination of alchemy and cauldron, how could he face Longhushan, the fairy capital? Anyway, she is beneficial and harmless to him. Wu Lingsu is not a fool who is worrying about the sky. On the contrary, if he is not too smart, how can he be valued by the dragon and tiger master? In her whole life, Wu Lingsu had only been afraid of one woman, that is, Queen Zhao Zhi in the palace, and only admired one woman, and that was Princess Beiliang with the same surname.
Rumor has it that for Xu Xiao, who was still a lieutenant in Jinzhou back then, she did not hesitate to break with the Wu family's Jianzhong, and rode away to Liaodong alone on a white horse. For the great general Xu Xiao, Bai Yi beat the war drum. Qingniu Dao went to Beiliang, and she was even more at ease with her husband and child, and she was getting farther and farther away from the supreme swordsmanship that was originally in her pocket.
Wu Lingsu finally came back to his senses, spat, and said bitterly: "The capital asked me to stare at Rentu. What can I see? My hands and feet are tied up by Zhao Yutai, and I can't even go down the mountain. The same is true Wang with a different surname, compared to Xu Xiao, I’m nothing! Zhao Yutai, someday I’m cornered, and if I enter the palace again, I’ll sue you!”
After saying this angry words, King Qingcheng shook his head, and laughed to himself: "Just kidding, husband and wife for a day, I will be my King of Qingcheng. , I don’t care about the smoky worldly affairs, Zhao Yutai, you can make troubles as you like, anyway, it’s enough to guarantee the prosperity of my father and son for a hundred years.”
Zhao Yutai, who was tall and not like a woman, walked down the bell tower with a white horsetail whisk, and walked through the door and hall. On the way, she met her female crown and Taoist priests, and they all fell silent. They stood sideways and bowed their heads, daring not to speak. She walked out of Qingyang Palace as if no one else was around Arriving at a Qiujian Pavilion, this is the residence of her, the real king of Qingcheng Mountain, but she did not enter the pavilion, but walked to the clothes tomb behind the pavilion, and there was a sword tree in front of the tomb. This pavilion and mound are forbidden areas of Qingyang Palace, not to mention breaking in, even if she gets a little closer, her head will be swept away by her ponytail whisk. Zhao Yutai stopped for a long time, turned around and went into the pavilion, put down the dust whisk, rubbed his ink, and wrote with a pen: "After this twists and turns, the doubts about Wu Lingsu in the capital can be dispelled. "
Zhao Yutai put down his pen, and sighed softly, "It's a pity that the Divine Firmament Sword Formation has not been destroyed, otherwise it would be even more secure."
On the side of the Sanqing Palace, Xu Fengnian saw the retreat of the sword array, and took the lead in crossing the threshold into the main hall. He turned his head and looked at the sweaty Wu Shizhen with a smile, and said, "Where is the longevity technique that we agreed on? My son's hundred light cavalry is here." Waiting outside, no satisfactory answer, eighteen lives plus thirty-six, how much is it?"
Wu Shizhen, who could no longer be unrestrained, said with a dry smile, "Xiaodao will invite his father to come out to meet the guests."
Xu Fengnian said frivolously and contemptuously, "King Qingcheng is so arrogant!"
The corpses in the square were all dragged away. The Taoist boys endured nausea and timidity and began to sweep the ground with buckets and brooms. Jiang Ni and his party walked around the shocking bloody water. Holding hands, there is not much fear. As soon as Xu Fengnian's voice in the hall fell, Little Shanzha, who had just crossed the threshold of the hall, yelled in a low voice: "Look, the gods have come out."
Wu Lingsu, the king of Qingcheng, is indeed in line with the image of the Taoist gods in the minds of the common people. He is already over half a hundred years old, but he looks like a man who has just reached his thirties. No tackiness. If a scholar traveling in Qingcheng came across Wu Lingsu in the forest, nine times out of ten he would mistake an immortal to come down to earth, knock and talk to him, and he should be surprised that the Qingcheng King's reasoning is so mysterious. In the eyes of Xiao Shanzha, who is regarded as a little fairy by any Taoist or aunt in Qingyang Palace, this one is undoubtedly a great fairy!
King Qingcheng retreated everyone, except for Xu Fengnian and his group, only Wu Lingsu and Wu Shizhen and his son were left in the hall, which showed sincerity.
Wu Lingsu bowed his head slightly and said: "Poverty Dao has seen His Royal Highness, and he has lost his way. Don't blame His Highness."
Wu Shizhen was stunned.
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Did King Qingcheng recognize this son?"
Wu Lingsu smiled and said: "His Royal Highness is full of heroism, and the poor can tell it at a glance."
Xu Fengnian got cheap and acted like a good boy, he tentatively said: "Just now there was a fight outside the palace, King Qingcheng don't care about it."
Wu Lingsu was full of energy, and said calmly: "Misunderstanding."
Xu Fengnian was surprised, his expression remained unchanged and he asked, "Will it disturb King Qingcheng's Qingxiu if he stays overnight?"
Wu Lingsu shook his head and smiled and said, "Where, the humble house is full of luxuriant plants."
Xu Fengnian looked around the hall, laughed and said, "What a humble house."
Wu Lingsu laughed it off, turned around and said, "Wu Shizhen, I haven't seen His Royal Highness yet!"
Wu Shizhen, with an ugly face, bowed deeply and said, "Xiaodao pays homage to His Royal Highness."
Xu Fengnian sarcastically said: "I can't afford it. Once you worshiped Zhuhe Pavilion, you worshiped a jade sword formation. Now you are doing this again. Are you planning to sneak a god sword formation at night?"
Wu Shizhen just bent over and couldn't see his expression clearly.
Wu Lingsu, the king of Qingcheng, hurriedly rescued his son and said: "Your Highness is serious, so I will take your Highness to the residence."
The back hall of Qingyang Palace is a large Jiangnan courtyard-style exquisite building, with carved beams and painted buildings, magnificent, and countless carved clouds, dragons, jades, auspicious animals, auspicious birds, and birds. Wu Lingsu led Xu Fengnian to a Ganoderma lucidum garden. There were four corridors in the east and west of the garden. Wu Lingsu saw that His Highness, the God of Plague, looked satisfied, and then said: "Poverty, let's get someone to prepare a vegetarian meal."
Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said: "Don't bother me after the fasting meal is delivered, just send a few handy secret books before going down the mountain tomorrow, and this son will not take revenge on today's Qingyang Palace's lack of eyesight."
Jiang Ni saw that Qingcheng King was still smiling and left, she was puzzled and said: "Isn't this Qingcheng Mountain Immortal able to attract thunder from heaven? Why didn't he kill Xu Fengnian?"
The old sword god said with a smile: "Forget about Wu Lingsu, the king of Qingcheng. Qi Xuan's frame is about the same. I have some friendship with him. It's a pity that this Taoist priest has already become a fairy. Otherwise, I can compete with him in Longhu Mountain. You can see It's the scene of thunder billowing purple air coming from the east."