The white-haired young man and Yu Qixiang looked up at the magnificent Taixuan Palace in front of them.

The palace is splendid, the light shines brightly in the sun, and the blue bricks and green tiles have their own wisps of nobility. When the morning sun shines, the rays of the morning sun reflect a color that is not bright, but simple and solemn.

Yu Qixiang's braid fell straight down her back. She and the yellow-maned horse looked at the Taixuan Palace in front of them from a distance.

The young girl, even though she is the daughter of the King of Chong'an, and even though she is a noblewoman in the eyes of countless brave warriors from the three states of Chong'an, she is still surprised by the prosperity of Taixuan Capital and the splendor of Taixuan Palace.

Yu Qixiang looked around and felt that there seemed to be thirty-three heavenly palaces and seventy-two palaces in Taixuan Palace, some of which were magnificent, some of which were exquisite and clear.

There are three eaves and four clusters, many auspicious animals are flying in the carvings, the walls are illuminated, and the locked windows are extremely exquisite to shine in the sun.

Yu Qixiang was still amazed at first, but then suddenly fell silent.

She lowered her head, thinking of the three states of Chong'an, her own palace, and the city that alone dominated Northern Qin.

The dilapidated checkpoints, the old city walls, the bones buried at the bottom of Fish City

The father on the hospital bed created a desolate scene.

A fifteen-year-old girl might only be able to see the surface, but now she is frowning and her yellow clothes are fluttering in the wind. She just feels that this... doesn't seem fair.

The white-haired young man looked at Taixuan Palace and said:

There was no regret in Yu Qixiang's tone:

Yu Qili had a rare smile on his face and said:

Baili Qingfeng did not respond.

Yu Qixiang thought for a while, then shook his head and denied himself:

When Baili Qingfeng heard the fifteen-year-old Yu Qixiang say such old-fashioned words, she just smiled and did not refute.

Even in Taixuan Capital, there were extraordinary and powerful people like Jing Wushuang, Li Guanlong, Nan Fengmian, the prince, and the seventh prince in the past.

But among the younger generation, he had only heard of Nan Heyu who had a feathered sword heart.

White hair is flying in the clear breeze of a hundred miles, and the token on the waist that seals demons and saves demons shines dimly:

Yu Qixiang nodded and looked at the red gourd on Baili Qingfeng's waist:

Baili Qingfeng doesn't care:

Yu Qixiang thought it was very reasonable and smiled:

Yu Qixiang had just finished speaking.

At Baili Qingfeng's waist, the originally dim imperial seal suddenly shone brightly.

In the sky, clouds and mist accumulated in an instant, and then a sword energy soared into the sky from the Taixuan Palace.

In that saber aura, the spirit of martial arts was fierce, and it seemed to have the chilling aura of all things and seemed to be filled with endless vitality.

Like a... spring thunder!

With the sound of spring thunder, everything comes to life.

In the clouds and mist that shrouded Taixuan Jing, the surging and turbulent sword energy disappeared in a flash, startling snakes and insects all over the city.

Yu Qixiang was about to lead his horse back when he suddenly sensed that the sky was filled with vitality of sword energy. At the same time, there were nascent martial arts spirits flowing through the energy and blood like spring thunder.

Baili Qingfeng looked up at the sky and rubbed his chin.

Yu Qixiang looked at the sword energy from a distance and gradually disappeared into the sky. He hesitated and asked Baili Qingfeng:

Baili Qingfeng thought for a while and finally smiled casually and said to Yu Qixiang:

Yu Qixiang nodded slightly and led the horse away.

On the stage in front of the palace, there was only silence.

Whether they are the people who come to watch the trial in front of the palace, or the young practitioners who participate in the trial in front of the palace and want to seize the two treasures that can control the wind and rain, they can't help but feel...surprise!

Xu Xingzhi stood where he was.

The violent energy in his body even turned into a tornado, sweeping across the stage in front of the hall, like a strong wind.

In the distant sky, the morning sun is shining brightly, as if full of hope.

I admire you sincerely in my eyes across the river.

Xu Xingzhi lowered his head and thought.

When it comes to cultivation, there is a huge gap between Lu Jing and him just now. Although he is young, he has been honing himself on the battlefield for many years and has killed countless people. The courage he has developed is naturally not comparable to that of the young people in Taixuan Capital. .

It is quite suitable to control the killing aura of the Wind-calling Sword with this spirit.

But when Lu Jing drew out his sword and drew out the vitality in the Wind-Calling Knife, Xu Dingzhi suddenly discovered that wherever the strong wind passes, it can always sow seeds, or bring clouds and rain, bringing life.

The coexistence of chilling and vitality is just like the spring thunder sword intention displayed by Lu Jing just now!

After sensing the true meaning of the wind-calling knife, Xu Dingzhi lowered his head and thought carefully.

Lu Jing did not draw the sword, and did not let the trial in front of the palace end. If he relied on this murderous thought and his hand was on the hilt of the sword, how many feet and inches could he draw it?

Xu Xingzhi felt quite calm, and with this thought in mind, he saluted towards the Taiqian Hall, turned around and left.

Xiang crossed the river in rags and lost his manners. Naturally, Diao Temple sent him clothes. The young monk from Nanzhao also left Taixuan Palace, but he never left. Even if there was a sedan chair from the Chu family waiting for him, he just waited peacefully. In front of Taixuan Palace, he seemed to be waiting for someone.

At this moment, another young man with a tall build and a resolute face came to Gongqian Street wearing coarse cloth. Even in winter, the young man was still wearing a short sleeveless jacket and did not seem to feel the cold.

Many days passed, and this groom who once studied under the stable experienced some surprising changes.

He was also waiting in front of the Taixian Palace.

In Taixuan Palace, it was another scene.

The original whispers had long since turned into silence, and the silence lasted for a long time.

Finally someone started to sigh.

Nan Heyu came back to her senses, her waist was shining with crystals, and she still seemed to have not woken up from the light of Lu Jing's sword.

She said:

What Lu Jing did today, some people were surprised and some were resentful.

Surprises include Shengzi, Princess Xianyou, and Princess Anqing.

The hater was naturally the Crown Prince of Qi, Gu Chenxiao, and there were many courtiers in the court who supported the seventh prince or had old ties to the Li family and the Chu family.

But no matter what... what they can't change is that today Lu Jing is dressed in white, holding the dragon bird ring wind-calling knife, the slender rain-calling sword on his waist, and the mysterious black sandalwood sword, standing like this The center of the palace.

Even the holy king, who had always been hidden by the bead curtain, showed his face and praised the young man.

The prince's subordinates, Xu Xingzhi, General Holding Star, and Lord Qinglong, have never won the imperial examination.

But Yu Zhuoxian didn't seem very angry, instead he had a smile on his face. He looked Lu Jing up and down and said:

As soon as this statement came out

Many people's views have changed again.

Jiang Baishi's question itself means a lot.

Originally, the court and the central government were still debating whether to capture Lu Jing in court, but now Jiang Baishi has not mentioned this matter.

Standing in the palace, the court hall full of people was trying to test the generals tyrannically.

But even though Lu Jing was a young man, there was no hint of timidity in his eyes. When Jiang Baishi asked, Lu Jing said firmly:

As soon as Lu Jing said something, many people got angry and started yelling at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing smiled casually and said loudly:

Lu Jing lowered his head, as if talking to himself or to everyone present.

These words actually offended many people.

But at the same time, when Lu Jing said it frankly, he felt that the righteousness in his heart that was originally caused by this started to become stronger!

The supporting light sword energy brewing around his soul and the Chun Lei spirit nurtured became more and more prosperous.

Lu Jing took a deep breath, opened and closed his eyes, turned his head towards the Holy Lord who was looking at him silently and said: Canglong Diao Temple sent the pen and ink, and the two guards in front of the palace opened the paper.

Many Chinese officials looked forward, only to see Lu Jing writing: "Young man, why not dream of catching stars, dare to hold a mulberry bow and shoot jade?"

In just two sentences, the dragon and the phoenix dance, and the road fulfills Lu Jing's ambition.

For a moment, even the high-ranking civil and military officials in the court seemed to see a young man catching stars in his dream. When he woke up, he was full of momentum, drew his bow and shot down the Yuheng Star!

Among them, there is endless righteousness!
Chapter completed!