Chapter 856 Who can resist in twenty years? (Part 2)
Phew~
Invisible energy spread out in the small courtyard, and the dense mist spread with it, just like the legendary real dragon traveling, with clouds and mist accompanying it, making it difficult to see the beginning and end.
call!
It was as if a cold current had descended sharply, and the entire hall and even the entire front hall of the palace fell silent, as if frozen.
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the mysterious swordsman walking slowly in the clouds and mist, and they could not move away even a bit.
"King of the Northwest, Yang Prison!"
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Just by knowing his name and seeing his shadow, everyone present felt as if their hearts were shrouded in a shadow, great pressure was placed on them, and even their breathing seemed to become short.
"After a few years apart, I admire my senior's demeanor even more than before."
Yang Yu's eyes turned and fell on Mu Qingliu.
This was not the first time he had seen the Ming Sword Master, but the previous few times, he had been seriously injured. Even though his momentum was still strong, it was still not perfect.
For their existence, this is a huge flaw.
Just like when the old demon of Montenegro was broken by the Taoist Zhenyan, his ranking on the Splendid Mountains and Rivers list fell instantly.
At this moment, Mu Qingliu, who was back to his full strength, was looking at the sword energy that he didn't express.
"I am already in my twilight years, how can I have any grace? On the other hand, Your Majesty, your momentum is getting higher and higher day by day, which really makes me admire and awe in my heart..."
Mu Qingliu stood with his sword in his hand, his clothes not moving in the wind. His expression was calm, but there was a solemn look in his eyes.
This was also not the first time he saw Yang Yu, but the shock in his heart was still greater than in the past, Dingyang City, Dayan Mountain, and now.
After meeting three times, the feeling given to him by the person in front of him was different each time, and each time there was a huge change.
If he thought that he could still get a glimpse of its roots in the Dayan Mountains, but now he felt that the person in front of him seemed to be in the fog, and even he seemed to be unable to see its depth...
How long has it been?
"It's just a slight progress. Heaven will never change. Even the immortals and Buddhas from ancient times will be reborn, but they will eventually stop at the same level. What can we do?"
Yang Yu sighed slightly.
This is not because he is pretending to be modest.
The Book of Life and Death has the ability to gather luck, and it changes with the change of the territory it covers. Now that the three paths are in hand, the luck he has gathered and the momentum he has accumulated are far beyond what anyone can imagine.
But even with such good fortune, in the past three or four years, his progress has been much slower than before.
"What can I do..." Mu Qingliu fell silent.
More than thirty years ago, he had already reached the insurmountable bottleneck. In the following thirty years, he barely made any progress...
In comparison, the person in front of me...
"King of the Northwest!"
The two chatted for a few words, and all the Long Yuan masters in the hall also recovered. The old man covered his red and swollen face and spoke hoarsely:
"What do you want when you come to Linlong Road?"
It seemed that because Mu Qingliu was in front, the old man's mood calmed down, but Yang Yu just glanced at the bitter-faced Linlong King among the crowd:
"King Linlong, can you take Yang to visit the former residence of Prince Zhao?"
"There is nothing you can't do."
King Linlong calmed down and raised his hand slightly to make a petition.
But at this moment, apart from the old man's face turning red, both Zhang Qingming and the Linlong Tao master who had been clamoring before, the old Zhang family, all became silent...
He watched the two people leave without daring to stop them.
"Brother Mu, you..."
The old man looked at Mu Qingliu as if he wanted to say something, but the latter didn't even look at him and paced away.
Yilong thought for a while, picked up the Overlord Spear, and walked at the end. But when the people behind him wanted to follow, they turned around again:
"You guys, it's better to get as far away as you can! I'm afraid the old man will see you in the spirit of heaven and be so angry that he will die again!"
After saying this, he ignored the livid expressions on the faces of the senior Zhang family members, laughed and turned around to leave.
The Nine Paths of the Ming Dynasty, Yilinlong
The most special one, Linlong King, a dual king, is much more low-key than other vassal kings, but the strength of Linlong Road is stronger than most of the anti-kings today.
Although many masters of the Martial Arts Hall founded by Zhang Xuanba left after his death, the remaining ones are not inferior to today's Northwest Path.
Of course, Yang Prison is not included.
Prince Linlong's Mansion occupies a large area, but there is no garden in the backyard. Instead, there is a hill surrounded by various fruits, fruits and medicinal herbs.
There is a hot spring below, which has not withered in winter.
When they arrived here, King Linlong clapped his hands casually, and several servants came in a hurry to place wine and food in front of the small courtyard.
"In the past, my second uncle mostly lived in Lin'an Mansion, but if he comes to the Prince's Mansion, he will definitely live here..."
Touched by the scene, Linlong King was a little sentimental:
"After the old man passed away, many of the belongings he left in Lin'an Mansion were brought here to commemorate him..."
"Old man..."
When he arrived here, Yilong couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and his expression became complicated.
"I was in a hurry and didn't make any preparations. The food and wine are a bit shabby. I hope you don't mind..."
Linlong King asked everyone to take a seat. "Linlong King has a heart."
Yang Yu would not refuse and sat down calmly. Mu Qingliu and Youlong also took their seats.
"Thank you, Brother You, for rescuing the siege..."
King Linlong cupped his hands and thanked him, while Yilong waved his hands, refusing to accept his courtesy:
"Although the old man doesn't want to see me, I have received a lot of favors from him. It can't be justified if I don't help you..."
At this point, he paused slightly and glanced at Yang Yu in front of him:
"However, You somewhat regrets it now..."
What else could King Linlong say, he could only smile bitterly:
"To be honest with you two, the Northwest King came here this time only at my invitation. I didn't expect you two to come as well."
These two people naturally refer to Youlong and Mu Qingliu.
"Tsk, no wonder the old man chose you as the king. You are a discerning man. This is great. Your head will not be chopped off."
Youlong chuckled:
"Prison Prince, what do you mean?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became solemn. King Linlong just picked up the wine glass, then silently put it down.
Mu Qingliu also looked at Yang Yu.
"What do King Linlong think?"
Yang Yu dropped the cup.
"Um……"
When the words came to his lips, Linlong King swallowed them again. Holding the wine glass, he pondered for a long time before saying:
"There are no kings for hundreds of generations in the world, and there is no immortal dynasty. I, the Zhang family, have been able to rule the country for more than four hundred years because of the shadow of Taizu. However, our descendants are unfilial and have not been able to benefit the world. Now that the world is in chaos, we are really guilty of the world, and we are unworthy of Taizu.
Grandpa..."...
As he considered the words, Linlong King's breathing became rapid, and the huge pressure lingered in his heart. He knew that his next words would determine the future of his Linlong Zhang family for decades or even hundreds of years.
destiny.
"I, a member of the Linlong Zhang family, have no intention of getting involved in the big position, and have no ambition to conquer the world... I am willing to help the prince to bring peace to the world.
The troops under his command, the food and grass, the treasures in the palace, and the guests... can all be used by the prince. All I ask is that I, the Linlong lineage, can be preserved for you..."
In just a few words, Linlong King was already sweating profusely. After saying this, his whole body felt as if he had been fished out of the water.
"Prince Zhao, you are extremely kind to Yang. Logically speaking, Yang should never embarrass the Linlong Zhang family..."
Yang Yu spoke with a calm voice.
Upon hearing these words, the three people present felt their hearts sinking and couldn't help but look at each other.
These people are all well-informed people, how can they not understand this art of speaking?
really……
Youlong sighed in his heart:
"Prison Prince, as a human being, don't be so inhumane. Why don't you think about it again?"
"There are no two masters in a country, nor should there be a country within a country!"
Yang Yu gave
replied.
This is not because he is unkind, but because this move has caused too much harm, and he has nothing to fear, but after all, he cannot leave this mess to future generations.
It is true that if he does not take Linlong Dao, he will be able to suppress it, but as Wang Muzhi said, what if he is not there?
If the thing is not done, it is better not to do it!
Having lived in two lifetimes, Yang Yu naturally understands this truth.
Therefore, even though this was Zhang Xuanba's retreat place, there were two great martial saints, Mu Qingliu and Youlong, in front of him.
King Linlong lowered his attitude again and willingly followed Jiwei, but he still couldn't agree.
"Your Majesty is really so unkind..."
King Linlong felt sad and immediately looked at Mu Qingliu:
"Senior Mu..."
"The world is fighting for something. Mu doesn't understand it, and he doesn't want to get involved."
At this time, Mu Qingliu spoke. He took off the long sword from his waist and placed it on the table. It was an ordinary old sword. It had been polished for too long and it looked a little thin and transparent.
"Mou, I'm just a martial artist. I don't have that much face to sell to anyone. But fortunately, I still have such a good sword..."
Mu Qingliu raised his hand, poured sake on the sword blade, and rubbed it gently with his fingers:
"Everyone in the world thinks that you are the best in the world, so you should have the courage to be the best in the world..."
Buzz buzz~
The faint sound of the sword could be heard, and Yang Yu watched carefully. As Mu Qingliu's fingers brushed against it, the old sword was coated with a layer of white light.
After wiping it once, the light was one point brighter. After wiping it nine times, with his current eyesight, he could no longer see the sword. In front of him, there was only the extremely pure light!
"What a sword!"
Seeing this, Yang Yu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:
"Senior Mu, this sword is much better than it was back then..."
"Not as talented as Brother Xuanba, King of the Northwest, and Mu. He has only practiced one swordsmanship in his life. Even his swordsmanship is not worthy of praise..."
Mu Qingliu still wiped the sword blade again and again:
"More than seventy years ago, Mu traveled around the world and met a wizard on Pingxi Road. He practiced and realized on his own, and actually created a world-shaking swordsmanship!"...
"oh?"
Yang Yu was a little curious.
"That young man has no skills in swordsmanship and only practices sword aura. When we first met him many years ago, he moved his hands and feet, and his sword aura stretched thirteen feet across, and he showed his majesty for the first time..."
"Twenty years later, he has become even more refined. The sword energy is hidden inside him. With a thought, the sword energy bursts out from the 84,000 pores in his body..."
"Guan Qi!"
When Mu Qingliu reached this point, Youlong blurted out his words.
"Then what?"
Yang Yu naturally knew who he was talking about, but he still asked.
"More than ten years ago, when I saw him again, he was no longer limited to sword energy. He raised his hand, and the sword energy spread across the sky, and the whole world was at his disposal!"
Mu Qingliu said softly:
"At that time, Mu was shocked in his heart, and he also came to a clear understanding. Only then did he realize that he had been limited to outsiders for the first half of his life. Although he was called a swordsman, he had not yet entered the palace..."
when!
While speaking, Mu Qingliu flicked his sword:
"Nine years ago, Mu was injured by the Providence Sword used by Lu Chen. He may have thought that Mu was severely injured physically and mentally, but in fact, Mu was lucky enough to lose his shackles and obtain the essence of the sword..."
"Tsk, Senior Mu is so lucky. This mortal sword in your hands is probably more ferocious than any of the Ten Thousand Forged Divine Weapons!"
While King Linlong was still watching, Yilong had already stood up. While admiring him, he did not forget to hold the former and floated back ten feet away.
"Senior Mu's understanding is really impressive. If it were not limited by heaven and earth, we might be able to go further, but we don't know."
The depth of Yang Yu's eyes reflected a side that ordinary people couldn't see.
In front of his eyes, Mu Qingliu's figure no longer existed, and instead, there was a sword light that was extremely pure.
At this moment, Mu Qingliu's aura disappeared, and the sword was glowing with extreme light.
This is not the activation of true energy, nor is it the blessing of true energy.
But the sword, its spontaneous light, glow, and energy...
"Today, Mu, I will use this sword to ask you for advice on three moves. If I can't get any advantage, then this matter is up to you. If you are lucky enough to get a slight advantage..."
Phew~
In the cold wind, Yang Yu spoke at the right time: