The spring breeze passes through Yuguan quietly, and the white clouds float in the sail waves.
In front of Chai Rong knelt a monk dressed in simple clothes. The monk had white eyebrows and a snowy beard, but his face showed an unconcealable look of decadence.
Chai Ronglong, who had a hint of sullenness on his face, was full of majesty, his eyes were blazing with blazing light, and his angular face was as sharp as a knife, revealing the majesty that had been accumulated over time. He looked at the long kneeling man.
The old monk on the ground was silent for a long time. Suddenly, some complex expressions began to appear on his face, and he let out a long sigh.
"I respect you as a great monk who has the art of rejuvenation, but now you have committed such a heinous act, which makes the world think of you. Everyone knows that Master Huaisu is compassionate and caring, but they never thought that the late emperor was the reason why
You died. How dare you come to see me? Don't think that I dare not do anything to you." Chai Rong's tone was solemn, and there was a bit of murderous wantonness in his cold words.
At this time, there was no one else in the Ci De Hall. Except for the red-faced man Zhao Kuangyin, there was also the expressionless little eunuch holding a fly whisk who had been standing behind Chai Rong. They did not look at the pregnant woman who could not kneel down.
Master Su's eyes were full of anger, but he couldn't get angry.
"This young monk deserves to die for his crime. Please forgive me for your sins. This young monk will die with no regrets." Master Huaisu said with sobs in his mouth as he could not kneel down.
"You deserve to die for such a crime. Why don't I dare to kill you? But you don't even give me an explanation. Do you still have to bear all the sins for the people behind the scenes?" Chai Rong's tone was as hard as iron.
A thick glow like light appeared in his eyes, shooting straight towards the monk who was kneeling on the ground.
"The young monk is responsible for it. It is indeed none of other people's business." Master Huaisu, who was lying on the ground, murmured. He couldn't see the expression on his face, but felt that his body was shaking constantly.
It’s a sight to behold and a myriad of emotions.
"How do you want me to deal with you? How do you want me to deal with you Buddhists? Tell me. Do you think you can extinguish the anger of me just by shouldering it with your own strength?"
No one knows that because of the Huaisu incident, Chai Rong's favorable impression of Buddhism has reached its lowest point. No one knows that because of the Huaisu incident, Chai Rong, the new emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is filled with all kinds of dissatisfaction with Buddhism.
He also did something that caused heavy losses to Buddhism. All the great temples in the Great Zhou Dynasty were forcibly closed. This incident was called "Shizong suppressed Buddhism", which is discussed later.
Chai Rong's complex expression flashed on his face for a long time. Finally, he sighed and waved his hand to make the kneeling Huaisu retreat. Facing this master Huaisu who had such compassion for the world, his heart was
It was complicated, but he never expected that the culprit who ultimately led to the death of the late emperor was actually Huai Su.
In the end, he did not choose to kill Huaisu, but let him go. It was not because he was soft-hearted, but because the person behind Huaisu had not yet been found. Killing Huaisu like this would not help.
The mastermind found out that Huai Su's death had no value. Instead, he made the other party live in guilt and ended his life in torture, which was even crueler than killing him.
"Second brother, third brother, how are you preparing?" The complex expression in Chai Rong's eyes was swept away. He did not look at the staggering gait of Huai Su, who was more than ten years old. Instead, he turned his gaze to the person standing there.
Zhao Kuangyin was speechless on the side. He didn't want to get too entangled in this matter. The deceased was gone, and Huai Su was just a poor chess piece. If the person behind the scenes is found, all the truth will be revealed.
At this time, what he was most concerned about was the competition between the two countries.
"The third brother and Mr. Ye are receiving training from the two heroes. Tomorrow's battle will be more certain. The odds of winning can only be 50-50, and we cannot say that they can win 100%. Brother, we see that in addition to paying attention to these two
In addition to the national competition, we must also pay close attention to the whereabouts of the Khitan people. In the past two days, we have captured a lot of Khitan spies, but they are just minor players and cannot provide any reliable information."
The aura in the Cide Hall was solemn and extremely cold. Zhao Kuangyin could not hide his sorrow in his eyes. He said to Chai Rong. Regarding the matter of Master Huaisu, he did not expect that he had worked so hard to invite him down from Mount Wutai, but in the end he became the master.
He was the culprit who framed the late emperor, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Although Chai Rong did not feel any responsibility towards him, his heart was still filled with an inexplicable guilt.
"Tomorrow we will lift the decree of Feng Shou. We will know tomorrow what kind of conspiracy Wanyan Wudi and Yan Longxing want to carry out. There is no news from the north yet. The Northern Han Dynasty sent the Khitan as an envoy, and we don't know how the alliance agreement will proceed.
"Anyone who dares to offend our Zhou Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away. I will teach them that there is no return." Chai Rong's face turned cold, and an awe-inspiring power of heaven emerged spontaneously. He stood with his hands behind his back, and his body had already formed
With a domineering aura that covers the sky with one hand, he is the master of this world.
"This time the imperial capital is sealed, it is difficult for the news to come in for a while. Also, Grand Master Feng has moved out of the Grand Master's Mansion and will set off soon. We are waiting for the eldest brother's order. Did the eldest brother let Grand Master Feng leave the imperial capital so easily, late emperor?
Even Feng Dao has something to do with it, so don’t let the tiger go back to the mountain."
"It doesn't matter, Feng Dao alone can't stir up any trouble. I've already sent shadow guards to monitor his every move. It's better for him to meet up with those who have ulterior motives when he leaves the imperial capital.
I know who is the real culprit behind the scenes. With Feng Dao and Wan Yan Wudi, I don’t believe they will do anything even if they come to the emperor. Tell the third brother and Mr. Ye to go all out, no need to
Care about winning or losing. Even if they lose, it is impossible for the Khitans to take the two of them away. This is Dazhou, not another country. If I, Dazhou, cannot even protect two young men, what will happen in the future?
Unify the world and recover the sixteen states of Yanyun."
Chai Rong said with a firm tone and a strong voice. The rich and domineering aura on his body was even stronger than the spring breeze in the Cide Hall.
Wherever the sword struck, the sound of tearing through the air was endless. Ye Yinfeng watched helplessly as the sword like a stream of autumn water touched his chest. The sword was filled with a thick and cold sword energy.
, and the man holding the sword was even more cold as frost. The man in white with flying frosty hair standing as proud as bamboo had no expression on his face. A pair of cold eyes had a ruthless light.
.
Ye Yinfeng maintained his standing posture with the iron sword across his chest. He did not expect that the opponent's sword was so fast that he could not grasp the trajectory of the sword. In an instant, it stabbed him in the chest.
Where. As long as the other party gently sends it away, there will definitely be a big blood hole in his chest. Staring blankly at the long sword fixed on his chest, Ye Yinfeng flashed in his mind
But it was swaying with an aura as strong as ink, as fast as the blink of an eye, faster than lightning. What a sword it was. The aura was like a rainbow flying through the sky, or like a shooting star chasing the moon.
"You rely too much on your internal skills and mental skills. There are many wonderful internal skills and mental skills in this world. Only the sword in your hand is the best weapon. Even if you can calculate the trajectory of the sword, you can't do it.
Reaction is just as futile. Your sword is fast and hard enough, no one can resist it. Sword training is like practicing internal strength. Only when the sword is sharp and sharp can it be most effective. "
Zhang Xiaofeng struck Ye Yinfeng mercilessly, and the cold aura in his eyes shot the opponent away, causing Ye Yinfeng's whole body to tremble suddenly.
The situation was great, and Ling Tianyun's sword skills were fierce with a bit of sword intent flowing around, but no matter what, he didn't even touch the body of Feng Lian Dao. This made him feel a little discouraged, and the Mahayana true energy roared out, flowing freely around
In his body, facing the Feng Lian Dao, which was as natural as martial arts at the beginning, he was like a child standing in front of an adult.
As soon as the sword flew up, its momentum shot up from the sky, but the Feng Lian Dao in front of him blocked Ling Tianyun's knife with just one finger and one palm. His body remained motionless, no matter how fast the sword was, it was as fast as the wind.
He was still as steady as a rock, and his body didn't even move.
A trace of bloody anger surged out from Ling Tianyun's mind, causing his eyes to glow with a little red light. And he only felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, and his heart couldn't help but
Roaring, his long hair flying wildly, he stood with a sword in both hands, like a mad demon approaching the sky.
When Feng Lian Dao saw this, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it was fleeting. There was an oppressive momentum on the motionless body. There was no majestic pressure, it was a will.
Crushing violently, like a carriage running over the poor ant.
Ling Tianyun's hair was flying wildly, and he felt that his chest was filled with blazing fireballs, making the blood in his body roar. He didn't even know that he had suddenly entered such a violent state again.
It is a phenomenon in which the Mahayana true energy in one's body bursts out in the face of a strong pressure.
"Drink", a loud shout burst out from Ling Tianyun's mouth, he raised his two swords and slashed horizontally, Chaofeng Lian Dao surged up strongly. I saw waves of sword shadows like the waves of the river, endless.
.The stacks of sword lights held up a chilling and condensed sword light. Ling Tianyun felt that the sword in his hand seemed to come alive. Pieces of strong skin bulged out on his open chest, and his angular face was
What came out of it was an aura that had never been seen before.
With a wave of the knife, his feet staggered, the roller-like sword light surged toward Feng Lian Dao. The sword skills in Ling Tianyun's hand were opened and closed, and the sword was drawn to cut off the water. One move after another, it surged away.
Among the layers of waves of sword light, Feng Lian Dao's motionless figure began to flicker. But his ordinary cloth rose and fell with the waves of swords, and sometimes made hunting sounds.
sound.
With a "bang" sound, Ling Tianyun paused, and then flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground. He completely ignored the bursts of pain that came from his body, and his body
He spun around and immediately stood up. He let out a wild roar, raised his sword and charged towards Feng Lian Dao.
The panic in the city still continues, and the galloping imperial guards are still rushing through the streets and alleys, but the people of the imperial capital have slowly adapted to all this. Fortunately, the Great Zhou Dynasty
The emperor has made a decree that the city gates will be opened tomorrow, allowing this eternal empire to return to its former liveliness and prosperity.
The kite in Yan Longxing's hand has quietly flown into the air. There are several strong and powerful characters on the white paper kite. The spring breeze carries the kite into the air, and it slowly flies higher and higher.
And the line in his hand stretched longer and longer, until it reached the end, and then he pulled the high-flying kite.
Dugu Aoxue looked up at the kite flying higher and higher with complicated emotions. Sometimes she looked at the handsome boy in white, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. No matter how high the kite flew, the string
It was still in the hands of the young man in white, and it was about to be torn off by the young man in the end.
"What words did you write on that kite?" Dugu Aoxue asked curiously.
"The spring breeze helps the illiterate to lift the harrier up to the sky." Yan Longxing stared at the kite flying high in the sky and replied gently.