The news this time was like a storm, shaking Taixuanjing.
The Duke of Nanguo's mansion was in chaos. Nan Tinggui, who had just recovered a little, didn't even want to stay in bed, so he yelled and scolded Nan Yuexiang and went to look for Nan Xuehu, who had been hanging out with Lu Jingshu!
Nan Heyu, who had just returned from the Valley of the Dead not long ago and was shocked to hear about Lu Jing and Qing Yue's wedding, was also banned by Nan Laoguo.
The grass-chopping knife lent to Lu Jing by the Duke of Nanguo made everyone in Nanfu frightened.
In addition, the reason why Nan Tinggui was able to survive was because of the Taichong Dragon Lord Dragon Horn given by Lu Jing.
Although no one has ever pointed it out, in fact, since Nan Fengmian, the sixth young master of Nanfu, became sworn sworn sworn brother and Lu Jing, and Duke Nan personally apologized to Lu Jing, the relationship between Nanguo Duke and Jing Guogong has actually been extraordinary.
The two phases may seem a bit disgusting, but in fact they are connected by many people and things.
Nan Fengmian, Nan Tinggui's life, Chocao Dao, Taichong Longjun Longjiao, Nan Xuehu... and Nan Heyu who was engaged to Lu Jing a long time ago.
Duke Nan Lao was previously grateful that these many things had already alleviated the resentment in Lu Jing's heart, but now these have become Mount Tai, which is very likely to overwhelm Duke Nan's government.
"Father, what should we do? The grass-cutting knife is still in Mr. Lu Jing's hand."
In front of the Dafu Juyue rockery, Nan Tinggui looked helpless. He felt that the dark sky today was just like his mood.
"Jing Guogong has an extraordinary future. He should have endless glory and wealth, but I don't know what went wrong. Maybe Mr. Guanqi..."
The story of returning to Nanjing has not yet been finished.
The old Duke Nan who was standing aside just glanced at him and made him dare not say anything.
"Everyone has his or her own choice. It was raining heavily in the Taixuan Palace, and there were stars all over the sky. I didn't know what was going on.
Since the Holy Lord has never forced us to wait, I, the Duke of Nanguo, are just pretending."
Nan Lao Guogong raised his eyes: "The world changes for good and for bad. For example, the last spiritual tide just passed, and my skin, flesh, muscles, and bones that were washed away by the spiritual tide in the past started to beat again and again.
The next spiritual wave is approaching, and the Holy Lord will never accuse me of this matter."
"The spiritual tide is approaching..." Nan Tinggui's mind was in confusion, which was both a good thing and a bad thing.
"Then do you want Nan Xuehu to take back the grass-cutting knife?" Nan Tinggui asked. He rarely saw such a big battle. In addition, he had not recovered from his long-term illness, so it was difficult for him to have the confidence to do many things, so he
I habitually consult Nan Laoguo Gong.
But I never thought that Nan Laoguo Gong, who had always been as clear as a mirror, became hesitant.
After several breaths, Nan Laoguo Gong turned around and returned to the east hall.
"Don't let Nan Xuehu go, just send someone to Yanglu Street and just pretend to be the same.
I am the master of Nan Guo Gongfu, so I can promise you a lot of money.
I had already fallen in love with Lu Jing in the past, but later on he gradually became a bad guy. I personally went to find him to reconcile and settle the old grudges.
He climbed up high, and I asked Nan Xuehu to lend him the grass-cutting knife.
Now that something unexpected has happened, if I rush to add insult to injury, I will inevitably act like a villain."
Nan Tinggui looked a little reluctant: "The grass-cutting knife is a famous sword and a family heirloom... He is born to represent the Nan family. If Lu Jing kills people with the grass-cutting knife, our Nan family will be blamed."
The old Duke of Nan gave Nan Tinggui a cold look, and Nan Tinggui shrank his head.
Even though he is over forty, he is still afraid of his short old father.
"If you were more ambitious, how could this grass-chopping knife always be placed in the ancestral temple?"
"The only one who has any ambition is a weird master who doesn't want to inherit such a big business like mine. The chopped grass left in my Nanfu will make the famous sword covered in dust. It's better to follow Mr. Lu Jing, at least there is still room for unsheathing.
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…
Sheng Zi had just returned to Beijing when she heard such news that made her overwhelmed.
It was like a storm swept through her mind, causing panic in her heart.
On Changning Street, Ning Qiang, Lu Yi, and Lu Qiong all hurriedly came to look for Ning Qiang. Even Princess Xianyou also came after hearing about it.
"I don't know what happened in the palace. I went to the palace gate, but it was locked tightly. Even I can't enter until tomorrow."
Princess Xianyou glanced at Shengzi, whose eyes were a little dark.
A long time ago, when Lu Jing was still in the Lu Mansion and was taken to the Taixuan Mansion Yamen, Sheng Zi once entered the palace in a panic to find her. Two years passed in a flash. Two years later, Gui Jingguo
But something like this happened to Mr. Lu Jing again.
But this time, who should Shengzi look for?
Lu Yi and Ning Qiang's faces were filled with tears. Lu Qiong has been a little weird these days. He hangs out with some great monks all day long, but he is still the innocent young man. Something happened to Lu Jing, which also made him
Very anxious.
"How could Lu Jing rebel?"
"This is Taixuanjing. There are countless troops and countless practitioners. Now that the palace has issued an order, I don't know how many practitioners have taken action. Even if Lu Jing is stronger, I'm afraid it will be of no use."
Princess Xianyou sighed. She didn't want to say this, but seeing that there was still hope in Shengzi's eyes, she had to say it again.
You must make some preparations for Sheng Zi, otherwise if Lu Jing really dies, Sheng Zi is afraid...
"A child of love is the most difficult to understand. Duke Jing Guo is already getting married. Even if Sheng Zi was in Sanghuai Mansion, he would have heard about it on the way home, yet she is still so worried."
At this moment, Su Zhaoshi, the eldest son of Dazhu Kingdom, also came in a hurry.
After all these years, perhaps because the sweetheart was in Taixuanjing but the two were not allowed to meet each other, Su Zhaoshi lost a little weight. He came wearing a brocade suit with worry in his eyes.
"Su Xuan's army has sealed the city. General Zhuxing, who is friends with Mr. Lu Jing, has been forced to patrol the streets. Now it seems that he has gone to Yanglu Street again. The city defenders have ordered the people in the city to go home and not to go out today.
"
Princess Xianyou was a little surprised: "Such a big battle?"
Su Zhaoshi said softly: "Don't forget, Mr. Lu Jing was a figure who gathered two thousand wealthy people and killed the immortals. There is a rumor in Taixuan Jing that he killed an eighth-level immortal in the Valley of the Dead.
Even if the immortal died at his hands, no matter how big the battle in Taixuanjing is, it is not an exaggeration."
Princess Xianyou clicked her tongue and said, "Who would have thought that that concubine in the past could practice to this point today? A heavenly being in the eighth realm! No one in the world can reach him."
"But...why did he want to rebel?"
When Princess Xianyou spoke like this, Lu Yi on the side suddenly felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Brother Lu has no soldiers and horses, and no real power. In addition, he has just set a wedding date, how can he rebel? It must be so.
Someone is framed!"
Ning Qiang also wanted to speak. Princess Xianyou was used to being domineering, but Lu Yi, a little daughter of General Shenxiao, dared to refute her. She frowned subconsciously and wanted to scold her, but the graceful figure beside her seemed to wake up again.
, she looked directly at Princess Xianyou and asked: "Can the Eighth Realm Celestials escape from Taixuan Capital?"
When Princess Xianyou saw Sheng Zi, who had been playing with her since childhood, her heart softened and she didn't say much, just shook her head towards Sheng Zi.
Su Zhaoshi was silent for a while, and finally looked at the rainy sky, which was making Taixuanjing darker and darker: "This is Taixuanjing, the center of Dafu.
Although there are very few in the Eight Realms, they are not invincible after all."
Sheng Zi's body trembled: "Father left the house in a hurry, maybe there will be a turning point."
Su Zhaoshi did not lie: "Sheng Cifu did not enter the palace, but went to Qingyun Street."
Sheng Zi turned pale immediately, and there was only one thought in her mind that made her breathless: "Lu Jing... is going to die."
…
At the residence of the Chief Assistant of Qingyun Mansion.
The man in short clothes squatted at the concierge with his sleeves hanging, and the old white cow bowed his head to him, his eyes a little lonely.
The man in short clothes turned his head, glanced at the east hall of the mansion, and then raised his hand to touch the horns of the old white cow.
"Forcing people to death, I don't know what good it will do to the world and this great disaster."
"Originally, all I need is An Ran to make Duke Jingguo grow up, and I have to let all the talents in the world join the chess game. However, Duke Jingguo is a fierce and stubborn person. He is no better than others, and he is quite angry like a bullfighting boy.
With such courage, such a young man wants to die with integrity and gratitude like Mr. Fourth. This is really... a shameful thing."
The man in short clothes whispered silently. Seeing the white bull humping him again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This is Taixuanjing. I admire him, but how can I help him? Isn't it too long to live?"
The white cow mooed softly, and the man in short clothes seemed to understand what it said, but there was still some hesitation in his eyes.
In the east hall, there was a faint sound of breathing. In the past few breaths, Jiang Baishi's coughing sound was suddenly heard.
The man in short clothes seemed to realize something. He stood up and went to the east hall.
It was obviously not the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Jiang Baishi was wrapped in a thick Western blanket, and his face was a little pale.
"You can go if you want." Jiang Baishi looked around the east hall and said, "I won't be able to stay here long."
The man in short clothes was slightly startled, and suddenly understood what Jiang Baishi meant.
Jiang Baishi said tremblingly: "Although we are in a chess game, we always have the right to survive. The chessboard I built is not a deep well that traps people to death. If you want to help him, go boldly. Someone in the court wants to kill him. I
It won't stop it either.
The many unknowns in the world have created many possibilities. I came to this world once, and it has been a hundred years. Now it is time to return. I cannot see the changes in the world before I go back, but I can also make you abide by your heart."
The man in short clothes lowered his head and heard the weakness in Jiang Baishi's voice.
He had followed Jiang Baishi for too long, and even experienced a spiritual wave. Without Jiang Baishi, he might have died in that barren mountain. Now... he and his benefactor seemed to be saying goodbye.
…
Sheng Ruzhou hurriedly came to the house of the Chief Assistant and saw Jiang Baishi sitting alone in the east hall.
"Mr. Guanqi was kind to the world. The Parrot Island did not just postpone the drought in the middle of the river. He died like this. Lu Jing was his disciple. Mr. Guanqi was very kind to him..."
Sheng Cifu spoke in a hurry, but Jiang Baishi said softly: "Where is Lu Jing now?"
He seemed to be asking Sheng Cisuke.
But when he spoke, there were waves surging in the void, and a calm voice came from the transparent ripples: "Lu Jing used his sword light to kill hundreds of people who blocked the way. He had already reached the East City, but he returned halfway.
Hengshan Mansion.”
Jiang Baishi and Sheng Cifu's expressions all changed.
Jiang Baishi didn't care about Hengshan Mansion, he just frowned and said: "Since we have gone to Dongcheng, the possibility of getting out of Taixuan is much greater. Now that we have returned to the city, it is really impulsive."
Sheng Cifu clenched his fist: "What is he going to do?"
"Of course he is going to kill someone. He wants to kill the prince of Qi."
"Is it just the prince of Qi?" Sheng Cifu murmured to himself.
Jiang Baishi, with his white hair floating in the air, sighed.
…
Lu Jing was walking on Qilin Street. Although it was daytime, Taixuanjing was like night, and the streets were empty.
Behind him, Ye Sheyu, the star-wielding general with a mask on his face, and 3,000 elite members of Su Xuan's army, had already surrounded Qilin Street.
"Lu Jing...this is Taixuanjing. You can't escape. After Su Xuan's army, Li Guanlong has mobilized the large dragon dancing army hundreds of miles outside the city. Duke Chu has dispatched 300 refining priests from the Duke's mansion, twenty of them.
Come, guest!"
"The cultivators in the six ministers' mansion, the generals of the sixteen guards, and the doctor Jing Ziguanglu from Hedong are all waiting for you to leave the central city. The four generals Gui Deyun, Huaihua and Zhongwu have also guarded the four cities. The road to Taixuanjing has been
It’s blocked.”
Ye Sheyu said: "There is no one in the small courtyard of Kongshan Lane. Lu Jing...what happened? Is there really no room for return?"
Lu Jing didn't seem to hear Ye Sheyu's words and walked directly to Hengshan Mansion.
Ye Sheyu was confused: "Lu Jing, you and the Hengshan Mansion have always had a quarrel, but after all, the prince of Qi lives in it, which is related to Dafu and the peace of Qi and the two countries..."
Zheng!
Lu Jing's long sword was unsheathed, and as if there was a sunset reflecting on the sky, a slanting glow flickered and fell on the Hengshan Mansion.
Hengshan Mansion was suddenly turned upside down.
A ray of sword light is like a celestial being exploring a city. It is not covered by wind and clouds, nor is it covered by clouds and mountains. It is like a silk thread falling lightly.
Hengshan Mansion first flashed with dazzling light, and then... the pavilions collapsed, and sand and rocks flew.
The seventh most famous sword in the world has long been sheathed.
Three thousand elite soldiers of the Suxuan Army have formed up to encircle them, but even though Qilin Street is wide, it is still a bit small for the army, and the sound of armors clashing can be heard constantly.
Ye Sheyu led his two lieutenants, his energy and blood were soaring, and his martial arts spirit was like smoke, curling up endlessly.
"Lu Jing, you have a reputation of benevolence, how could you ignore the people of the world just for the sake of your own family's hatred?" a lieutenant shouted.
Just at this time.
Lu Jing might have thought it was too dusty, so he waved his hand gently.
The long wind came like a guest and blew away the thick dust.
In the ruins of Hengshan Mansion, the martial artist was dead, the Yuanshen cultivator was also swept away by the sword light, and the Yuanshen was destroyed.
Only in the deepest part of Hengshan Mansion, there was only a small opening in a dark room.
Looking from the small opening, four women were tied to a huge stone table. The prince of Qi, Gu Chenxiao, was holding a knife, cutting open the arm of the first woman, and carefully picking off the other woman.
of tetsuji.
The woman's lips turned white, and the flesh all over her body was throbbing.
Gu Chenxiao's eyes widened with a strange smile on his face.
He is preparing a long-lost feast to feed the devil in his heart.
"General Ye, do you think this Gu Chenxiao should be killed?" Lu Jing suddenly spoke up, waking up Ye Sheyu and Gu Chenxiao who was in a state of madness.
Gu Chenxiao turned around and saw the ruins of Hengshan Mansion, saw many soldiers... and also saw Lu Jing wearing a sword and white clothes.
His body suddenly trembled and he fell to the ground.
Ye Sheyu glanced at Gu Chenxiao indifferently and said to Lu Jing: "He should die ten thousand times, but he is from Qi..."
She didn't finish her words.
Lu Jing moved his fingers slightly, and a small sword energy flashed through, and then a strange peak suddenly appeared, turning into an endless sword light.
The sword energy rising from the wall is not a hundred and eight mountains, but tens of thousands of sword energy, each like a peak.
Thousands of sword energy fell on Gu Chenxiao in the blink of an eye. Before Gu Chenxiao could react, it turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded in the air.
"Then just like the general said, let him die ten thousand times."
Lu Jing looked towards the street corner, where Chu Guogong was leading people.
Ye Sheyu wanted to say something else, but Lu Jing calmly shook his head.
Ye Sheyu immediately knew what Lu Jing was thinking.
"Now only Lu Jing in Taixuanjing can kill him."
"After all, Lu Jing has been convicted of treason. I don't know how many people in Taixuan Jing want to kill him. If he kills Gu Chenxiao, Dafu will not protect him well."
"It's just... now that the journey has been delayed again, Lord Chu Guo and his people arrived..."
While Ye Sheyu was thinking in his mind, he saw another carriage coming from the street.
The curtain of the carriage was opened, and sitting on it were the seventh prince and his concubine.
The two of them were looking at Lu Jing.
Li Wuhuang's eyes were also different from before, with a somewhat relaxed look.
"The old grudges will be avenged today, Rain Master..." Li Wuhuang thought to himself.
Lu Jing also looked at the carriage, with a smile on his lips.
In his mind, a golden light flashed in his mind.
"How can you leave Xuandu so easily?" Lu Jing held the handle of the grass-cutting knife and chewed a few words.
"Princes fighting, double pupils, general trend, chessboard!"