Jinan King Zhao Qiyang was dressed in a python robe and sat on the Grand Master's chair with a tired expression, enjoying the fresh grapes from Furong Prefecture in the fruit plate of the maid beside him. These grapes were picked by Shanhaisi monks and escorted back and forth by swords. The whole capital only had
He, Zhao Qiyang, has this blessing, and not even the Human Emperor Zhao Jingheng does.
"how's it going?"
Zhao Qiyang frowned: "Is the legendary Xunlu Sword really so powerful?"
"some."
Huang Qingning wore a purple shirt and said respectfully: "The ten swords in the world are all divine swords. Your Highness should still remember what happened to Lin Baiyi in the snowy Tianchi a hundred years ago. How can Lin Zhao, an eighth-level warrior, kill demons with one sword?"
Bai Lan, the thirteenth-level swordsman of the clan, relies solely on the mellow sword spirit contained in the Dragon-Slaying Sword. As for the Xunlu Sword, although it ranks tenth among the ten swords in the world, it is still as famous as the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
Once the famous sword appears in the world, it will inevitably bring catastrophe and turmoil to the human race."
"snort!"
Zhao Qiyang said calmly: "I don't want to interfere with the rights and wrongs in the world, but if this deer-seeking sword really threatens the court, then it is your Shanhaisi's responsibility to take action."
"yes."
Huang Qingning bowed his head and nodded respectfully, but he was complaining in his heart. What do you mean by "it's your Shanhai Division's responsibility to take action"? The prince really overestimated Shanhai Division's capabilities. It can be said that the entire Shuzhou changes, Shanhai Division
There are not many things that can really be done. It still depends on what the Confucians, Taoists, military strategists, and Mohists do. As for the court, just wait and see what happens.
At this time, a crimson figure swept into the pavilion. It was Cao Ying, the master of the Xiuyi Xuan Pavilion and the Twelve Realm Sword Cultivator.
Nowadays, Cao Ying's cultivation is getting deeper and deeper, and her whole body is shrouded in the strong sword spirit. It seems that she is getting closer and closer to the peak of the Twelve Realm, but she is still very respectful to Zhao Qiyang, cupping her fists and saying: "Your Highness, news has just been sent back from Shuzhou.
"
"oh?"
Zhao Qiyang picked up a grape and said with a smile: "What's the news, good news or bad news?"
"bad news."
Cao Ying frowned and said: "Not long ago, the demon clan from the upper five realms made a surprise attack on the Dongyue Mountains, and the leader of Dongyue Mountain, Ning Haoshou, was killed. Now the Qinling Mountains have lost the blessing of heaven and earth and are slowly sinking. At this speed,
In less than a hundred years, the human race will probably form a situation where the west is high and the east is low, and it may even overturn, with the land sinking into the sea."
"..."
Zhao Qiyang's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly slapped his palm on the coffee table, pointed to the east, and said angrily: "What does Ning Haoshou do for food? The majestic heaven and earth conferred the title of Dongyue Mountain Lord. He is in the twelve realms. He is either on the Qinling Mountains or ten
The one who is at the pinnacle of the Three Realms? Dongyue, the majestic human race, was just killed on his own territory?"
"Your Highness."
Cao Ying frowned and said: "The demon clan may have sent out more than one of the Thirteenth Realm. The current situation in Shuzhou is probably more complicated than we imagined."
"Asshole!"
Zhao Qiyang said angrily: "What do those guys from the Confucian Wenlin, the Military Ancestral Court, and the Mohist Family Ancestral Court think? What are their plans? Why do they just sit and watch me, Dongyue Mountain Lord, be killed?!"
"..."
Cao Ying had a headache. What should I say? A group of saints from Confucianism, military strategism, and Mohism should inform you, the regent of a mere secular dynasty, about their work? There is no such truth in the world, but she also knew that Zhao Qiyang was an ordinary person and had no cultivation.
, I can be forgiven for not being able to understand.
But at this moment, a ray of golden light suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and it disappeared in a flash, and the literary atmosphere in the entire Baidi City seemed to be a little stronger in an instant.
"what happened?"
Zhao Qiyang asked.
Cao Ying said: "A saint from the Thirteenth Level of Confucianism has arrived in Baidi City."
"ah?!"
Zhao Qiyang frowned: "Cao Ying, Huang Qingning, why don't you two go and greet us?"
"yes!"
The two figures left the dust and appeared in the palace of the Great Shang Dynasty in the blink of an eye. In front of them was the Collection Department of the Great Shang Dynasty, which contained all kinds of treasures in the world, as well as the handwritten slips and slips of saints, books, etc. This place was guarded
It was very strict, but it seemed that it could not stop the Thirteenth Realm Saint from the Confucian Wenlin.
He is already old, dressed in a white shirt, and has a scholarly air.
Mr. Zihuai, a disciple of the most holy master, Gu Zixi, the gentle elder brother, and the nephew of Qin Suihan.
"Old sir."
Cao Ying clasped her fists from a distance and said respectfully: "Mr., are you coming to Baidi City?"
"Meet one of my nephews."
Mr. Zihuai bowed to the female pavilion master and said with a smile: "There are some things that should be done by someone. My nephew has always boasted that he is not up to par. In fact, there is no such thing. He is full of knowledge and was a Jinshi in the past.
After passing the imperial examination, he became an official in the imperial court again, and many disciples in the whole sect were envious of him, but this time... I'm afraid he has to do something that Confucian disciples should do."
"OK."
Cao Ying smiled and nodded, and together with Huang Qingning, they sent the old man off to the Collection Department with their eyes.
Anyone who dares to provoke a saint from the Thirteenth Level of Confucianism will seek death.
…
Behind Mr. Zihuai, there was also a young scholar, carrying a long sword. He was a swordsman with a rather immature face. He looked at the Collection Department with great curiosity.
Collection Department, Library.
Liu Xingshu, who was dressed in a gray scholar's shirt, walked out of the library with a flattered look on his face. He was a mere fifth-grade secretary who could only do some leisurely work all day long, sorting out collections and excerpting secrets. Who would have thought that he would sit in charge of the library?
Lin's uncle actually came to visit.
"Liu Xingshu, see my uncle!"
He made a Confucian gift and said with a smile: "Uncle, I have come from afar. Come in quickly. Xingshu will make tea for you right now."
"Haha~~~"
Mr. Zihuai looked at the capable young man and said with a smile: "Xingshu, there's no need to be so polite. Things are a bit urgent this time. Let's keep the story short."
"Um!"
The next moment, the crutch in Mr. Zihuai's hand hit the ground lightly, and a Confucian saint's world suddenly appeared, shrouding Liu Xingshu, himself, and the young sword cultivator behind him. He introduced: "This one is me.
The sword cultivator trained in the Confucian Academy is called Xiao Cong. He is quite good at swordsmanship. Xiao Cong, this is Liu Xingshu, a disciple of my master, Zi Xi."
"oh!"
Xiao Cong hurriedly clasped his fists: "See you, senior brother!"
Liu Xingshu was a little embarrassed: "My senior brother is only at the ninth level, but Xiao Cong is already an eleventh-level swordsman. Speaking of which, I'm really ashamed!"
Xiao Cong smiled gently: "We Confucians only pay attention to knowledge and seniority, not realm. A senior brother is a senior brother!"
This sentence is very pleasing to the ear!
Liu Xingshu looked at Mr. Zihuai: "Uncle, what is going on?"
"Things in Shuzhou."
Mr. Zihuai took a deep breath and said: "Not long ago, the demon clan sent many Thirteen Realms to sneak into Shuzhou within the Great Shang Dynasty and killed Lord Ning Haoshou of Dongyue Mountain, which caused the land in the eastern border of our human clan to begin to sink. The demon clan
The plan of the clan is obviously to create a situation of land and sink, subvert the human race's mountains and rivers, and use the bottom of the cauldron to disperse the fate of the human race in the south. As for Wenlin, sir, Mr. Wen Lin has already laid out a response strategy, and will unite with the Mo family's ancestral family to return the favor.
Let's set up a formation together to deal with Lu Chen's situation, and this requires someone who is good at stargazing and divination. Xingshu, you have been familiar with this since you were a child, so the master needs you to make a trip. Xiao Cong will accompany you to the Qinling area.
, meet up with Xu Shuo and others."
"yes!"
Liu Xingshu cupped his hands and said, "Xingshu is at your disposal!"
"correct."
Mr. Zihuai said: "Lin Zhao also rushed over with the three sword immortals Su Qingjiu, Huang Tingyu and Gao Zhi from the mountain top garden. Maybe you will meet in Shuzhou."
"real!?"
Liu Xingshu was overjoyed and said with a smile: "I haven't seen Lin Zhao for a long time."
"If you go over this time, you can see it."
"yes!"
Liu Xingshu said excitedly: "I'll pack up now and set off with Junior Brother Xiao Cong!"
Soon after, Xiao Cong and Liu Xingshu left Baidi City together with Yufeng and headed east.
In the cold wind, Mr. Zihuai looked at the backs of the two of them and made some deductions with his fingers. Suddenly, the eyes of this Confucian saint of the Thirteenth Realm were filled with tears. The fate of Confucian disciples seems to have always been like this.
Who, it's just a pity for these two children.
…
Deep in the Qinling Mountains, early morning.
Yu Wanning, who was wearing a short shirt, woke up on the branches of an ancient tree. After he turned over and jumped down, his stomach growled and he was hungry again. The most troublesome thing for a martial artist is that practicing boxing consumes too much.
Da, she suddenly became hungry not long after she was full. Fortunately, as a sea warrior, she didn't have to worry about food.
After going to the stream and setting up a pot, she started to light a fire and cook. She took out a deer leg from the storage bag, sliced the fresh venison into the pot with a dagger, and then added various seasonings according to Lin Zhao's instructions.
Start cooking, then take out a few flatbreads from the storage bag and bake them slowly next to the fire.
After doing all this, she began to practice boxing in the mist under the morning light, walking the boxing path over and over again.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly when Yu Wan Ning looked back, under the morning light, there was an old figure also practicing boxing under the tree, but the old man’s boxing intention was deeper and simpler, which made Yu Wan
Ning just took one look at it and couldn't move away anymore. The old man's boxing skills were quite exquisite, and they were ones Yu Wan Ning had never seen before.
"..."
She frowned and was very interested in the old man's boxing skills, so she stepped forward and respectfully cupped her fists: "Junior Yu Wanning, may I ask senior..."
The moment he announced his door, the old man's figure disappeared in the morning breeze.
"ah?!"
Yu Wanning shuddered slightly, as if... was it just a faint hint of fist power?
However, this wisp of fist intention made Yu Wanning deeply attracted by it. Since it was the manifestation of a ray of fist intention left in the wilderness, and he encountered it again, it was time to fight for it!
Therefore, Yu Wanning immediately used her true energy to draw water from the stream to extinguish the fire, then took the half-cooked utensils and put them into a storage bag, then flew into the air to catch the wind, pursuing that wisp of extremely profound fist intention.
She is very sure that as long as she can obtain this ray of fist intention, she will be one step closer to the eleventh realm martial artist, and a big step closer!
