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As calm as before, nothing seemed to be able to shake the middle-aged deacon's mind.
"coming."
Su Qinian responded, no matter how calm he was, he was not calm at the moment.
He had too many profound impressions in this valley, and the turning point of all his life trajectories was right in front of this vast blue lake.
A bamboo building, two ever-burning lamps, and a Taoist priest who likes to read at night.
"I'm going to Beijing."
Su Qinian was a little surprised until he blurted out the words. He didn't understand why he said it suddenly, but he still said it after all.
"Are you going to Beijing? Where are you going?"
Even if he asks, Taoist Jingdu is still calmer than the waveless lake in early summer.
"Taoist academy." Su Qinian said.
"Taoist temple, I've heard of it, it should be a good place." Taoist Jingdu nodded, "How long will it take to get to Chang'an?"
Su Qinian shook his head and said, "I don't know."
He really didn't know, he didn't know how long he would stay, one month, two months, half a year, one year, or until the end of the five-year period, until that day...
"Let's go." Jingdu Taoist said, waving his hand, "It's getting late. It's too late to rest at sunset."
After a while, Su Qinian turned around and left. After all, he couldn't hold back and used his spiritual body to look at Taoist Jingdu.
It was a blazing ocean that seemed wider than the sky.
After leaving Xiaoyao Valley, Su Qinian did not return to Qingyang Peak, but went directly down the mountain. He walked quietly as he was not used to separation.
This time I am on my way to the capital Chang'an alone, and there will be killings and disasters along the way.
…
This is a large city, square and square, with walls hundreds of feet high.
There is another city within the city wall. It is called the Forbidden City and has a deep palace and a locked interior.
The study room.
The main hall looks very spacious. There are a large number of memorials piled up in the 20-foot-square hall. But they are all neatly stacked. A middle-aged man who looks like the heaven is vast and has clear features is sitting on the dragon chair.
Wearing a bright yellow robe, embroidered with light silver dragon patterns. At this time, he was holding a red pen and making circles on the memorials. Then the eunuch beside him put them away and put them in a basket, ready to be handed over to the cabinet for disposal and supervision.
"Your Majesty, Concubine Li wishes to see you."
There was a call from outside the minister's study room. In front of the dragon chair, the attentive figure just raised his head and looked at the bright moon rising in the sky outside the window. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Xuan."
A stunningly beautiful woman who looked graceful and graceful, but seemed not to exist in this world, walked in. Even in her palace attire, she could not hide her aura of mundanity.
"Your Majesty, your time has passed, and you have exceeded your time again."
On the dragon chair, the middle-aged man in bright yellow robe put down his ink brush, stood up and walked down, stood next to Concubine Li, and looked out the window again. He sighed: "Yes, it's time again, but the livelihood of the people in the world, how can I relax
I probably use most of my cultivation skills to stay up late. I can stay up for one day, two days, a month, a year..."
Concubine Li shook her head and said: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven and the son of all living beings. He is also a human being, so he will naturally get tired."
Hearing this, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, who had the most power in the world and was dictatorial, took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Unfortunately, even among the civil and military officials of this dynasty, not many people can really understand me. In this world of martial arts, I don’t understand even more. Since I don’t understand, don’t blame me for not remembering the old feelings. This world does not belong to me, nor does it belong to the entire martial arts world. When Taizu ascended the throne and established my name as a great man, it was not for this eternal achievement, but just because I didn’t want to Bleeding, bleeding again!”
After a pause, the emperor of the Han Dynasty in bright yellow robes sighed: "I don't want to be the emperor of Daxia who lost his country! That Daxia dragon bird is still hanging on the demon mountain. Maybe one day, it will appear again. I I can feel that that day will not be too far away."
Concubine Li was slightly startled and fell silent. She knew exactly what kind of terrible situation the pillow person in front of her had gone to. Her grasp of the trajectory of destiny was unprecedented, not to mention that it was unprecedented, and she would say this at this time. These words showed that everything in front of them was worse than what they saw.
"I have spent nearly a hundred years establishing Dragon Guard Villa, giving many descendants of death row prisoners a chance to come back. I have never been afraid of resentment. I am only afraid that there is not enough time. I cannot wait any longer."
There was an inexplicable meaning in the words of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, and after spending decades together, Concubine Li also understood something from it. Her eyes, which were purer than Mo Yu, froze slightly, and then she seemed to have thought of something, and she said : "Your Majesty, one day ago, the child who was valued by Hanyang came down the mountain and headed towards the capital."
"Oh, that kid from Hanyang has always had unexpected eyesight." The Emperor of Han raised his eyebrows, with a faint smile on his lips, "He should be three months old."
Concubine Li said: "Yes, three months is coming, and the people waiting for the child are also here, but they seem to be a little too impatient."
The emperor of the Han Dynasty, who was dressed in bright yellow robes, suddenly started to move. He pushed open the door of the study room and let the moonlight shine down. He was draped in the moonlight, his robes were shimmering with silver, and there was a divine energy in his majesty.
"These three children are not simple."
Concubine Li was slightly startled, with a bit of confusion in her eyes. She suddenly couldn't understand. Of the three children, who was the other one referring to? The eldest prince? Or the seventh prince?
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty did not explain, and Concubine Li did not deliberately ask. She knew that he would tell her, but he would definitely not like it.
…
Marquis Ling's Mansion.
In the main hall, Ling Tong, dressed in a green shirt, sat on a large purple pear wood chair. He had a square face, thick eyebrows and no beard, looking at the moonlight setting outside the hall.
At this time, the steward in a light gray cloth robe walked in and said: "The Sixth Killing of Jiuyou has begun."
Ling Tong tapped the thickly patinated purple pear wood handrail with his fingers, frowned and said: "Old monk Xu Ming wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill him, but unfortunately it seems now that this past body is not so easy to kill. Jiuyou's fifth kill, fourth It’s really ironic to kill five people.”
The old housekeeper seemed not to have heard, and said again: "At least thirty Hunyuan realm masters appeared on the only way."
Ling Tong chuckled lightly and said, "I'm afraid he can't bear this honor and will be doomed."
"If he really comes to Beijing." The old housekeeper said again.
"What if you really go to Beijing?" Ling Tong's eyes narrowed slightly and he smiled, "So what if you go to Beijing?"
…
The road to Beijing is not easy!
Compared with when Su Qijian came, this was supposed to be a way home, but it was more difficult than he imagined.
Wudang Mountain, Tianzhu Peak, Golden Summit Taihe Palace.
Ning Dao people pushed open the palace door and saw the thin old man sitting cross-legged on the futon and dozing in the main hall.
"Master." Master Ningdao bowed and said.
The old man opened one eye and quickly closed it, his snoring getting louder.
The people in Ningdao looked helpless. I don't know since when, I have been looking like this lazy. Fifty years, sixty years? Or eighty years, a hundred years?
As soon as he thought about it, he stretched out his hand and held it, and a ball of water condensed in the sky above the futon.
On the futon, the old man suddenly jumped out, his snow-white beard and hair flying, his eyes widened, and scolded: "Traitor! Do you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!"
The man from Ning Road smiled bitterly, waved his hand, and the water balls dispersed, and said again: "Master, my disciple is confused."
"What confusion? Master, I am very sleepy too. Go away, go away. Are you knocking on the door at night?"
The thin old man ignored him at all, and with a wave of his sleeves, Ning Dao's people's eyes flashed, and he appeared outside the palace, and the palace door closed with a bang.
The people in Ning Pass, who were in a peaceful mood, couldn't help but jump a little at this time and cursed: "Damn old guy!"
Bang!
The next moment, behind his pure purple Taoist robe trimmed with gold, a shoehorn mark appeared silently from the waist down. This Wudang master, who had proven the Tao Yuan Shen early and was among the top masters, flew like a shooting star.
Go out, then pass through layers of clouds and mist, and fall towards the foot of Tianzhu Peak.
…
Three days later.
Jingdao, Ankang Prefecture, Ziyang County.
A young man with a green shirt stained with blood and a slightly pale complexion appeared in front of the city gate.
The soldiers guarding the city looked at each other, and just as they were about to step forward to investigate, they saw a token that was neither gold nor silver. Although it was just a glimpse, it was enough to make them feel awe and get out of the way.
This is the Dragon Protection Order, the holder of the order is the Dragon Guard of the Dragon Protection Villa.
Walking into Ziyang City, Su Qi young let out a breath. These short four days were not easy for him. If it weren't for the powerful mental power given by the "Ecstasy Technique" and the amazing perception of the spirit body, he
Having sensed the danger early, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand here intact now. Even so, he has repeatedly encountered dangers in the past four days. Even half an hour ago, he had just escaped from a first-class Hunyuan realm master.
Although he was following, he was still affected by the wind of Wu Zhu's palm, which shocked his internal organs.
This is already the fifth first-class Hunyuan realm master he has encountered along the way, but fortunately there is more than one person lurking in the dark. They contain each other and have evil intentions, but they are unable to use their full strength. In addition, his "Suppression"
With the amazing speed of "Dragon Stake", the spirit body, and the mystery of the soul-terrifying technique, he was able to get out of Hubei Road all the way and enter the territory of Jingdao.
But good luck often ends the moment you enter the city.
Just before Su Qinian was about to walk out of the corridor, a sword light like blood pierced out of the ground without any warning, and penetrated through the vacuum.
This is a bloody, cold swordsmanship true meaning, a strange yet familiar atmosphere.
Jiuyou’s sixth kill!
Su Qinian, whose blue shirt was stained with blood, seemed to have expected it. The red gold sword on his back was unsheathed like lightning, and it stood in front of him like lightning and flint, blocking the killing sword.
clang!
A huge force came from the blade, and the powerful and cold Qi was exhaled. Su Qinian stepped forward and stepped back. The bluestone bricks under his feet shattered one by one, and the power did not disappear until ten feet away.
Woo!
There was another ray of sword light, and the moment Su Qinian stood still, he slashed at him from the side. (Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket, please subscribe, genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps!) (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please