Sword comes

Song Jixin stood on the top of the mountain with a wide view. After staying in the mud bottle alley for so many years, it seemed that all the walls were muddy. The teenager liked the feeling of the moment.

Song Changjing gathered up the precious but old fox fur, this vassal king was very excited to talk today, and he stretched out his finger to a high mountain to the west, "That mountain is called Piyun Mountain, and it may be sealed by the Great Li in the future as something other than the Five Sacred Mountains. One of the ten major mountains, according to the old rules left by the ancestors, there will be a mountain god listed in the front of the genealogy, who can shape a golden statue, be upright, enjoy the incense in the world, suppress the luck of the land for Dali, and will not be scattered elsewhere. , so as not to make wedding clothes for neighboring countries. Only when the people of the small town stand on the top of Piyun Mountain, can they see the Longtoushan under our feet, because Longtoushan is protected by the Great Array and cannot be seen by the naked eye. According to the secret records of the government office, several people in history have climbed Longtou Mountain and successfully walked out of this world.”

Song Jixin asked: "Have these people all made their mark? In our Dali or Dongbaopingzhou, they became the masters of the people?"

Song Changjing said with a smile: "There are two people who have done well in Dali, and they are only 30 years apart. They have a piece of literature and a martial arts, and they are known as the Double Bibi of Dali by later generations. Although the king has a very bad opinion of the descendants of the two descendants, the descendant of Shangzhu Kingdom, I have to recognize the love between the two families and Dali. The Lisong family can't survive that difficulty."

Song Jixin felt the breeze blowing from the top of the mountain, and had a feeling of feathering and soaring, and asked, "What about the others?"

Song Changjing exhaled lightly, becoming more and more refreshed, suppressing the rising tide of qi in the body, as if pressing down on a rising sun with one hand, Song Changjing was very sure at this moment, as long as he stepped out of that Dao gate, it will immediately enter the tenth realm, known as the tenth realm of martial arts!

All qi practitioners under the upper five realms have almost no chance of winning against a great master of the top martial arts, only the result of being crushed and killed.

Song Changjing calmed down for a moment, and gave the young man a less warm truth: "It's dead. This king once killed one with his own hands. At that time, this king was only a warrior of the Seven Realms, and that person was a relatively difficult sword cultivator. And life is at its peak. That time, this king and him chased each other, and they traveled seven or eight hundred miles. Finally, in a small place called Baihu Pass on the southern border of Dali, I was finally caught up by this king, smashing all his neighbors. After the body magic weapon and the flying sword of life, this king twisted his neck. There is no way, if he refuses to use it for Da Li, this is the only end. The Song family has always treated Qi practitioners well, but only if these Qi practitioners , I have to work hard for the Song family, even if it's just to pretend."

During the second half of the fight, Song Changjing entered the eighth realm.

Song Jixin was not interested in the legendary experience of this uncle of the vassal king. He just asked curiously: "Did other dynasties pay higher prices? That made them not hesitate to betray Dali?"

Song Changjing said with a smile: "Before that sword cultivator, most of them were like this. Da Li is located in a remote area, and the folk customs are sturdy. It is a country that worships martial arts. Martial arts geniuses are born in large numbers, and they are not worth much at all. There are very few phoenixes, so every time a few are born, the successive emperors of Dali wish to be enshrined as a bodhisattva. When today's son, um, that is the emperor's brother, of course, it is no exception. Okay, he looks like his nostrils are facing the sky, which is very bad, he just happened to get a good protective treasure by luck, and he went up and down the court and the field, like the sun, so when he saw this king, he didn't even say hello, that's it."

Song Jixin asked, "Then what?"

Song Changjing glanced at his nephew with the same eyes he looked at an idiot, "Then he will die?"

Song Jixin's face was full of disbelief, "Uncle, just because people didn't say hello to you, you killed a big cultivator who could be called the backbone of the country?"

Song Changjing said indifferently: "Some people, you can't get used to them."

Song Jixin's eyes were suspicious, as if he couldn't understand how such a rebellious and disregarding the big Li royal family lived to this day.

Song Changjing smiled and said: "You may not know one thing, that is, the entire East Treasure Pingzhou, there is only one dynasty's Qi practitioners, no matter what background or backing, they must go to the border battlefield for the emperor to work hard and fight for three years. , If you don't have enough military success, you will continue to stay at the border to drink the northwest wind, and you will not be able to go home and enjoy the happiness until you have saved enough."

Song Jixin was even more puzzled, "Uncle, didn't you just say that Da Li admires Qi practitioners the most? Why is there such a rule? Take a step back, Da Li is not afraid of these people dying in the battlefield?"

Song Changjing laughed and said, "This unwritten rule was made after this king took control of the military."

Song Jixin suddenly said: "Is it the sword cultivator who didn't want to go to the battlefield, which ruined your face? It made other qi practitioners to be effective, and inadvertently broke the morale of the army and the people of Da Li? So you can only choose the lesser of two evils. ?"

Song Changjing shook his head and said, "That Jianxiu joined the army at the border when he was young. He has accumulated enough military exploits in just one year, and has a good reputation in Dali."

Song Jixin became annoyed and said, "Then why is that?! Is it because he was jealous of you, or violated Song's taboo, or secretly colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country?"

Song Changjing's answer was very simple, "Although monks and warriors are on two different paths, the former is indeed more... Well, in the words of the embroidered tiger, it is more golden branches and jade leaves. Even if the tenth realm of warriors has come to an end, it is necessary to practice Qi. However, there are still the upper five realms to climb. The difference between the two is indeed not small. If you pick out a small group of the best of the two, and practice Qi warriors in the upper five realms, it is like standing on the top of the mountain here. A person in the martial arts like Wang can only stand on the top of the Piyun Mountain. Of course, the master of martial arts and the monks in the eleventh and twelfth realm are not unbeatable, but in the end, in the world In people's eyes, a warrior is a rude who can only fight and kill, and wants to be a dwarf monk, so when we met in the palace, although he didn't say hello to the king, he deliberately squinted at me, and the corners of his mouth were raised, very provocative. Ah, this king wants to teach him to be a man."

Song Jixin was dumbfounded.

If you teach people to be human, then you leave a way out for others, and you have to break their necks?

Song Changjing didn't want to talk about the dead person anymore, "Do you really want to know, the middle-aged man who fought with me for life and death?"

Song Jixin swallowed his saliva subconsciously, but did not speak.

Although the three carriages went first, the two behind them fought hard, and the fight was dark and dark. On one occasion, Song Changjing fell from the sky and smashed a big hole more than ten feet away from the carriage. Then again, Song Changjing returned the color. At that time, the teenager Having already climbed to the top of the car, he saw with his own eyes that the sturdy man with the aura like a land dragon was smashed into a hill by Song Changjing's punch, and the dust that sputtered was extremely spectacular.

inhuman.

This was the only impression the boy had at the time.

In fact, Song Changjing and the man who was born in the sky were not at all immortal, as if punching to the flesh, from the beginning to the end, it was like exchanging injuries for injuries and life for life!Comparing who is more unreasonable.

Song Changjing suddenly rubbed the young man's head, and his voice was unprecedentedly warm, "Brother Huang has great ambitions. When Emperor Sui was only staring at Dali, he had already seen the old dragon at the southernmost point of Dongbaopingzhou." city. you

Isn't it very strange why, this king is not only the prince born of Da Li, but also the vassal king who controls the military power of a country. He has a high prestige in the army and among the people, and no one can compare, but he can still be a brother and friend with your father Brother Gong? "

Song Jixin smiled and said slyly: "Uncle, if you want to say it, just say it."

Song Changjing withdrew his hand and said solemnly: "Because the only thing this king wants is to see the scenery of martial arts above the limit. Only when I get there, I, Song Changjing, will live my life in vain."

At this moment, there seemed to be a torrent in the young man's heart, and he asked in a trembling voice, "If I am single-minded, can I have the height of your uncle today?"

Song Changjing shook his head and smiled and said: "You, if you practice martial arts, you will die in the eighth realm and have no future. You should be a Qi trainer obediently, and your achievements will definitely be higher."

Song Jixin was a little unconvinced, "Why can I only go to the eighth realm of martial arts?"

Song Changjing laughed playfully: "Only?"

Song Jixin blushed a little.

Song Changjing didn't care about the heights and heights of the younger years, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and said slowly: "Qi practitioners, it is a profession that relies on God's reward for food, whether it is good or not is very important, I met an opportunity here today, and I will see you tomorrow. I found a magic weapon there, and I accidentally encountered a hidden immortal the day after tomorrow. After seeing the scenery, I might realize it. It seems that we can increase our cultivation base by doing anything. As for us martial artists, it is very different, nothing. There are shortcuts, but you can only get out step by step, which is very boring.”

Song Jixin was in a complicated mood and a little lost.

Song Changjing ignored the nephew, turned and walked towards the carriage. After seeing the girl's back out of the corner of his eye, he hesitated for a while, walked to her side, and looked up at the gate with her.

Song Changjing said to himself: "The spirit of a real dragon condenses into beads. All the dragons in the world are precious with beads, just like the original soul of a monk."

The maid Zhigui didn't turn her head, but showed a trace of nervousness.

Song Changjing smiled and said: "For the four characters of Fengshengshui written on the plaque of the covered bridge, the price that I have paid is so great that outsiders can't imagine. Fengshengshui, water rises, why should water rise? It's not hope. When the dragon walks across the river, it can flow unimpeded. As for this king, in fact, I don’t care about these things. Everything is just the will of your young master and his cruel father. Hu, no one will point fingers at you anymore."

Song Changjing turned his head and looked at the girl's profile, "Although you and this king's nephew's fate are closely related and share honor and disgrace, don't be too arrogant and arrogant, and don't let this king have the idea of ​​taking action, um, For the sake of Da Li Jiangshan and his nephew Song Jixin, this king can make an exception and give you two chances to court death, just to answer the old saying that you can only do three things."

The girl suddenly became angry, turned around first, then took two steps back, staring at the Da Li domain king who made her terrified, "I am not a human, but you have to restrain me by the rules of the world, who is it? Unreasonable? Your people's golden rules, rules and regulations, what does it have to do with me?!"

Song Changjing smiled happily: "Don't get me wrong, this king will never be harsh on you in trivial matters. On the contrary, this king is your greatest amulet."

Song Changjing stared at the girl, she had a pair of treacherous golden eyes, and he finally said: "After that fight, this king and you are actually allies on the same boat. Remember this, especially In the future, when you are qualified to make a major decision, remember this sentence carefully."

Song Changjing turned and left.

Next to the carriage, a middle-aged coachman with a rough atmosphere on the battlefield looked at the dazzling snow-white fox fur on the king of the Da Li domain. He couldn't help it, and said with a smile: "My lord, when will you change to a new fox? Qiu, it's been so many years, the prince is not bothered to wear it, but we are tired of watching."

Song Changjing boarded the carriage, bent down and raised the curtain, and said angrily, "Let's go after Da Sui."

The groom who drove the car laughed heartily, and he was not at all restrained in the face of this powerful and powerful vassal king who was under one person and more than [-] people.

Song Changjing has been in the army for 20 years. Although he is a general, it is impossible to take the lead every time he fights. He is more likely to plan strategies in the big tent, but the border of Dali is full of smoke.The majestic vassal king, in his daily life, has never had alcohol, wine and beautiful women, which can almost be described as "no external objects".

After Song Changjing sat in the carriage, he sat cross-legged and frowned: "The man wants this king to leave Lizhu Cave, so he doesn't have to rush to the capital, 'Wait at the foot of the mountain, look up', what are you waiting for? What are you looking at? ?"

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Song Jixin and her maid Zhigui also entered the carriage, and the carriage was ready to leave through the gate.

Song Jixin found Zhigui curled up in the corner, shivering, he worried: "What's wrong?"

Zhigui said in a trembling voice, "I can feel that there are countless scary things over there."

Song Jixin smiled and comforted: "With my uncle here, what are you afraid of? Don't be afraid, he can stand it even when the sky is falling."

Unexpectedly, Zhigui became more and more panicked, huddled hard in the corner, and cried, "Even he can't handle it!"

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A rare guest came to the largest restaurant in the town.

A teacher with white hair on the temples asked for a pot of wine and a few plates of side dishes to drink and drink for himself.

It turns out that today, Mr. Xueju, did not teach or teach.

School Mengtong went home happily one by one.

When he drank the last glass of wine and ate the last mouthful of food, he gently put down his chopsticks.

After a snap.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, small caves, silent, everything is still.

The world collapsed in an instant.

At this moment, the gods on the mountain in the entire East Treasure Pingzhou, and the mortals under the mountain, all looked up involuntarily.

But at the next moment, it seemed that there was an immortal still above the immortal, with the great magical power of changing the sky and changing the sun, obscuring the whole scene of Lizhu Cave.

In the high sky in the north of Dongbaopingzhou, the sea of ​​clouds rolled over thousands of miles and slowly sagged.

There was a man who was all white, with swaying sleeves and a height that seemed to be thousands or tens of thousands of meters tall.

This man is so dignified that he seems to have used an East Aquarius Island as a private school.

Above the boundless sea of ​​clouds, one after another majestic voice exploded like thunder.

"Qi Jingchun, you are arrogant!"

"Impossible!"

"Go back to the shore!"

The scholar lowered his head and stared at the bead, then slowly closed his eyes, and finally raised his head and said loudly: "I, Qi Jingchun, will shoulder the counterattack of the heavenly law accumulated in the town for 3000 years!"