Wen Yue looked at the great city of Liangdu standing on the ground in front of him with a calm expression.
There was sadness in his eyes.
Tu Shanjun inside the banner knew why Wen Yue was melancholy.
In fact, this is also his fault. He knows too little. He only knows how to practice. He does not understand the conspiracy and conspiracy, nor does he understand the monks in the practice world.
He didn't even know how to teach his disciples.
Wen Yue is growing, and so is Tu Shanjun.
He only walked half a step further than the banner master.
The purpose of being beaten this time is to avoid being beaten next time. No one is born to know this.
However, some mistakes only need to be made once. People cannot always fall into the same trap.
No matter how many holes there are in front of you, they are all dug with the same shovel.
Just like Liangdu in front of me, it's just a bigger pit, it's actually nothing.
"call."
Wen Yue let out a sigh of relief.
This should be his second time returning to Liangdu from Tongguan.
It was really different then and now.
At that time, he still had illusions, thinking that relying on the sharp and enterprising Emperor Liang, the complicated interests behind him, and his own military exploits, he could achieve a stable transition.
But he forgot that in the whirlpool, the strongest backing is always himself.
something.
One person and one banner are enough.
"Open the city gate."
Wen Chong yelled.
The gatekeeper trembled in fright, and the garrison soldiers hurriedly pushed open the city gate after seeing the big flag.
More than ten riders followed Wen Yue into the city and galloped along the official road.
In a short time, Wen Yue had arrived at the door of his house.
The door of the Hou Mansion is certainly spacious, but just looking at it makes you feel deep, and the red paint makes people even more frightened.
Standing at the door of the house.
Wen Yue didn't dare to go in, and stood there motionless.
"Buzz"
Wen Yue quickly took out the soul flag and saw two words printed on it: 'Afraid'?
"Afraid."
Really scared.
Wen Yue admitted frankly that he didn't want to hold on, and he didn't want to tell his husband some nonsense that he didn't even believe. It was useless.
Tu Shanjun stopped responding.
Maybe Wen Yue was waiting for him to give a solution, but he was not good at comforting people.
I don’t even know how to help young people regain their courage.
If Wen Yue stood here fearful, Tu Shanjun wouldn't want to do anything more.
If you don't want to leave, then stay where you are.
Tu Shanjun didn't want to turn the banner masters into puppets without their own thoughts, let alone be a daddy. He even had to take care of his mood, so he simply avoided it.
Seeing the soul flag rolled up, Wen Yue shook his head and laughed. This was really in line with Mr.'s style.
Sir, asking you is simply asking you.
After gathering his mood, Wen Yue opened the door to his house.
He knew that his wife Song Ran was already standing at the door, so when he opened the door to the small courtyard and saw Song Ran, he did not show any surprise, but there was guilt in his eyes, and he said softly: "Madam."
Song Ran's pupils opened slightly. She could see the color and recognized Wen Yue.
But what about Wen Yue's black hair?
Why are his eyes so pale now?
It's like the person in front of me has turned gray-haired.
"Husband, your hair." Song Ran rushed forward nervously and held Wen Yue's hair tightly.
"Ma'am...I'm sorry."
Hearing this, Song Ran looked up at Wen Yue, his body tensed, and he asked nervously: "Is it daddy?"
Wen Yue shook his head: "Three Tigers..."
…
Wen Yue forgot what he said to his wife in the end.
very many.
In the end, I only remember that my wife didn't cry, he cried.
"Dad, I want to bet."
"I know it's unfair to the family, but I want to try. I have to go."
"If I didn't come back..."
The wheels of the carriage squeaked and turned, crushing the turbulent thoughts in Wen Yue's mind.
Before I knew it, I had arrived at the foot of the palace.
After tidying up his clothes, Wen Yue walked to the meeting hall under the leadership of Xiao Huangmen.
This time, it was not him waiting for Emperor Liang, but Emperor Liang waiting for him.
Entering the meeting hall, Wen Yue bowed his hands and saluted, saying: "Your Majesty, Wen Yue, would like to extend my sincere greetings."
Emperor Liang, who was sitting in the seat, was originally full of anger, which did not subside even for more than a month, but became more and more intense.
He originally thought that Wen Yue would not return according to the order, so he thought of using people from the Marquis's Mansion and Anan Bo's Mansion to threaten Wen Yue into submission.
But he didn't expect that Wen Yue would come back after the first imperial edict was issued.
He has gray hair and a tired look on his face.
It's really good, everything is good, but I should never kill Geng Lie.
If you kill him, you will kill him. The key is that Geng Lie is a third-rank official of the imperial court. How could this not make Emperor Liang angry? He was already so angry that he almost resorted to ruthless tactics.
But when he saw Wen Yue, Emperor Liang felt that most of his anger had disappeared.
It turned out that Wen Yue was already gray-haired.
After all, this man is a great hero of the country and the pillar of the country that he once recognized.
He will have a bright future at a young age, but now he has gray hair.
It was originally planned to be a marquis, with two marquises in one family. Isn't this enough respect?
Why can't we endure it any longer?
Emperor Liang now also hates Geng Lie. He has nothing to do but makes things difficult for this and that. If he had known better, he would not have sent Geng Lie. He is a complete fool and not smart at all.
If you are not smart, you will not understand his balance.
Emperor Liang looked gloomy and looked at Wen Yue.
He punched the table and knocked the delicate porcelain to the ground.
Nothing was said, yet it seemed like everything had been said.
Wen Yue stood up and took out all the documents and evidence stored in his arms: "I have evidence that Geng Lie and Zheng Zhong collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country."
"You dare to kill a third-grade officer, why don't you still kill me?"
Emperor Liang looked directly at Wen Yue. He once admired Wen Yue so much, but now he is so upset. Today, when Wen Yue steps into the hall, don't expect to go back alive.
Qi practitioners are certainly very powerful for ordinary people, but this is a royal palace of a country, and monks are not considered powerful.
If Wen Yue thought that Qi Practitioner was his confidence, he would be completely crushed today.
Wen Yue shook his head and said: "Blood revenge, nothing more."
"good!"
"You said revenge, then you, Wen Yue, are like this." Emperor Liang gave a thumbs up.
"Killing an official of the imperial court without authorization is a crime of treason. According to the law, he will be cut in half in the city and the three clans will be removed."
"I didn't want to affect the heroes, but you are guilty of a big crime. If you Wen Yue can walk out of the gate alive today, I will forgive your innocence and add pillars to your country. If not, I will not kill your three clans and give you the last dignity.
A rich burial."
"The Luo River is in front of me, and the Copper Mountain is at my back. I swear by the river and the mountain that I will treat you with all my kindness and righteousness."
"I do this not only to you, but to all heroes."
"Feng Gan was defeated and died, but I didn't anger his family. Aren't I angry? I know restraint, how come you don't know restraint?"
Perhaps because he felt that he had lost his composure, Emperor Liang did not say any more.
"What else do you want to say?"
Emperor Liang stood up with a complicated look on his face.
Today he is going to cut off the fallen pillars with his wave of hands. This feeling is really sad.
Wen Yue bowed and said, "My lord, I have nothing to say."
If Wen Yue doesn't want to look decent, someone will help him look decent.
But because Wen Yue's contribution was so great, Emperor Liang did not want to erase his great contribution, so he raised his hand and spared the others.
After losing battles one after another, someone finally emerged who could win the battle. He was still a young man, but he was ignorant.
It was hard to keep losing battles. Emperor Liang was already beaten to the point of lacking self-confidence, and now he had to take away the strongest card in his hand.
"Let's do it."
Emperor Liang waved his hand tiredly, finished his words, and walked into the small door beside the meeting hall.
The battle between Qi practitioners still has a great impact on ordinary people. He only needs to wait for the final result.
Lu Laodao and others, who had been preparing for a long time, appeared in the hall.
"Your Majesty, we meet again." Mr. Lu smiled and held his hands.
While Wen Yue returned the gift, he looked around at the monks worshiping in the hall.
There were seven people in total, five from the Marquis's residence that day, and two strangers.
Tu Shanjun inside the banner looked carefully at the two unfamiliar faces. The stern big man was at the fifth level of Qi training, and the young man in his early twenties was at the third level of Qi training. They were both okay.
Lu Taoist has the highest level of cultivation and is on the sixth level of Qi training, only half a step away from the seventh level.
The monk recited Amitabha and practiced Qi cultivation, but he was still at the sixth level.
The fat man is at the fifth level, the man with a low eyebrow and the beautiful woman in her thirties are all at the fourth level of Qi training.
As for the boy disciples on the first level of Qi training who do their homework in the enshrinement building, they are leftovers selected by the Wuling Sect, and the highest they can reach in this life is the fourth level of Qi training.
If you are older and still on the first or second floor, you will have no future.
"Everyone, you are no match for me." Wen Yue looked at everyone with a smile.
It has to be said that Emperor Liang really spent a lot of money. The masters from the entire worship building gathered here just to kill a minister who had become a Qi practitioner.
"Oh, everyone can tell lies."
The young man looked at Wen Yue with a smile.
Wen Yue's pale hair seemed to be the sequelae of excessive consumption of his source. With the twilight posture in front of him, how could he be their opponent?
"Don't talk too much with him. If you take his head, a certain family still has utensils that have not been refined." The cold and stern man mobilized his magic power.
"Amitabha."
"Pity."
Lu Laodao had already had an affair with them.
Half a year ago, Wen Yue was still a disabled person lingering on the hospital bed. Now that he has become a monk, his cultivation level will not be much higher. At most, he can only practice one or two levels of Qi.
But after all, they are worshipers of Daliang, so they naturally do not hesitate to deal with this kind of thing that happened among the monks in Liangdu.
Everyone immediately took action.
With the surge of mana, the effect of the Spirit Turtle Breathing Technique on his body suddenly disappeared, revealing Wen Yue's true cultivation level.
Lu Laodao couldn't help but be surprised.
The spiritual light in Wen Yue's body is so huge. This must have reached the fifth level of Qi training, but how is it possible?
The other worshipers were also surprised, but they didn't think much about it. It would be better to say that Wen Yue had a secret.
There are secrets that they can uncover even after killing Wen Yue.
Wen Yue poured mana into the soul flag.
A tall figure stood behind Wen Yue, with black energy rolling around his body, forming a black light shield to resist the offerings coming from all directions.
Seven people could not make even an inch of progress.
They all looked astonished, as if they had seen a ghost.
Ripples rippled, mana surged, and Tushanjun stood still like a mountain.
A fierce burst of power.
Spread your hands forward and push.
The black light shield exploded with a bang, and the air waves rolled, immediately blowing all seven worshipers aside.
Everyone was affected and fell to pieces.
Those with higher cultivation levels could still stand firm, while some of the worshipers had to roll twice before they could stabilize their bodies.
Everyone opened their mouths and stared dumbfounded at the tall ghost standing behind Wen Yue.
That's simply not something they can match.
Late stage?
Or is it perfect to practice Qi?
They can't see it either.
This solemn, blue-faced, red-haired evil ghost looked down with scarlet ghost eyes, and it was actually more oppressive than those ghost kings in the Yinland to the north.
Wen Yue clenched the white token-shaped magic weapon in his hand and hid it with his sleeve robe.
Very few people noticed this scene, but some worshippers still noticed it.
They were all guessing what the token weapon was and how it could be so powerful.
He was actually able to summon a guardian Yin spirit whose strength they had no idea of.
This chapter has been completed!