Jianling

When Shen Zhongxuan was 14 years old, Song Zhubo commented on him as "opportunistic, impetuous", but at that time, although Shen Zhongxuan's movements were young, it could be seen that his sword intent was blazing, no less than the bloody swordsman back then. Avalokitesvara, Meng Yanhan, now has even more sophisticated moves, with swords opening and closing, flowing clouds and flowing water. Compared with Meng Yanhan's chivalrous spirit that is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, the heavy Xuan at this time is more generous and decisive.

Even someone like Meng Xing who praised him indiscriminately would never boast that he was enough to be an enemy of Song Zhubo.

He drew his sword and jumped forward, sweeping like night clouds.

Song Zhubo lowered his wrist and swung the saber, the heavy Mo Dao was like a feather in his hand, rising and falling freely, revealing his murderous intent.

When the edge of the blade was strung across the ground, sparks were splashed, and almost all of them fell on his flying sleeves. Shen Shenxuan was also dressed in black clothes. Facing such a majestic sword, the cold light of the sword tip was like a sword facing a long night. A little firefly lives towards death without knowing what is good or bad.

Song Zhubo's sword skills are simple and clear, and the Song family has never produced enough swordsmen comparable to him in the past hundred years. Even Song Mingyun, who once ranked in the top three, and Song Mingting, who is now ranked second, are just more famous than others. He, in terms of sword technique alone, is still unknown.

The Duanliu Dao inherited by the Song family is often famous for its majesty and preemptive strikes. In today's Jianghu, where the sword is the head of a hundred soldiers, only the Duanliu Dao of the Song family still stands firm, without changing their most proud Wang Qi.The Song family can often fight ten swords with one sword, and Song Zhubo is the best among them.

His sword intent is like the cold current of winter, the dark tide surges under the ice layer, and when the sword is pointed at countless times, it swallows it. Under his sword, he has only heard a hundred swords coming towards him for many years.

Shen Zhongxuan's movement was so blurry, Song Dengyun stepped back unconsciously, but unfortunately with his ability, he couldn't see Shen Zhongxuan's shadow-like figure clearly, he could only hear deafening cries one after another, bringing With Zhong Xuan's undisguised hatred, he bumped into Wen Han Dao's icy face tirelessly, but Song Zhubo's Mo Dao danced tightly, no matter how tricky and treacherous He Chen Jian was, he couldn't get closer. inch.

"Too slow." Song Zhubo said suddenly, his eyes were as dark as night, and the reflection of the full moon reflected flickering lights in his eyes. Immediately afterwards, he stretched his arms and slashed, his wrists trembled slightly, and he burst into rows. The force of the mountains and seas suddenly pressed down, Shen Shenxuan turned around to dodge, but only had time to avoid most of it, the moment the knife light passed his eyes, Wen Han's knife hit the bluestone ground, splitting a knife half an inch deep mark.

Song Dengyun saw Shen Zhongxuan brushing the light of the knife, panting, and his heart almost flew out of his throat in fright. He wanted to shout something, but he lost his voice.

This is almost a one-sided situation, will Song Zhubo really kill Chong Xuan?

Song Zhubo took half a step forward, the blade was embedded in the scar, and his expression was indifferent, even more inhumane than a sword.

He leaned heavily on the sword, he still had a little bit of intention to test Song Zhubo's attitude towards him, but now he no longer dared to use his life as bait, that burst of saber hurt his internal organs, although not Although it was a serious injury, it could be seen that Song Zhubo had no intention of showing mercy at all.

"Qinggong is good, but the sword is too slow." Song Zhubo looked down at him, behind him, the full moon was rising, "Meng Xing only teaches you swordsmanship, not how to kill people?"

Shen Zhongxuan gritted his teeth in silence, raised his sword and flew away again.

Song Zhubo looked at him for a moment, then lifted the knife, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

When the swords clashed, Song Zhubo said: "20 years ago, her sword was slower than this."

With great resistance, Zhong Xuan answered him word by word: "You talk too much."

Song Zhubo shook his wrists and turned around, both of them took a few steps back, Song Zhubo said: "Your mother is famous, you shouldn't have a son like you who can't learn how to kill..."

Shen Zhongxuan didn't have time to react, and saw that his aura was even stronger, and there was a bit of contempt in his stern eyebrows that was incompatible with Song Zhubo's usual personality.

He seemed to be staring at everything, including Shen Chongxuan, the sword, and the sun, moon and stars in the sky.

The coldness of Wen Han Dao was approaching, Shen Zhongxuan suddenly came back to his senses, and tried to raise his sword to fight back, but at that moment, he felt his whole body was stiff.

Until Song Zhubo came slashing across with a knife, he almost closed his eyes, he didn't even know how to express regret, and he only had time to outline the outline of Meng Xing who was thinking about it in his mind, bursting out from his bones. The desire to survive suddenly broke through all the solid barriers of the past 17 years. The moment Wen Han's knife slashed his side face, Zhong Xuan felt light all over his body. When he opened his eyes, hot blood splashed on his face, and everything was silent.

But Zhong Xuan didn't let go, he held the sword with all his strength, opened his eyes, and his eyelashes were covered with sticky blood.

Song Zhubo never looked down at the sword that pierced his heart, but Wen Han Dao had already stopped in an almost twisted posture, together with his arm, quite close to Shen Chongxuan, but it was still more than enough distance to hurt him.

He returned the sword at the last moment, and the moment when he tried his best was the moment when he retracted the sword and waited for the sword.

Song Zhubo opened his mouth, but before he could speak, blood gushed out from his mouth.

His blood was not bright red, but a lifeless dark red.

But he didn't mind, he even raised a rare gentle smile.

"——Brother?!" Song Dengyun never expected such an ending. He rushed forward a few steps, but he didn't dare to touch any of them. He only dared to cry with a trembling voice, "Seventh Brother ?... Brother, are you okay?"

Shen Zhongxuan was gasping for breath, and the moment of trance, the feeling of the long sword breaking the flesh was engraved in his bones.

"Brother! Hold on, brother, I'll call the doctor...Brother, hold on!" Song Dengyun finally leaned forward, holding the sword carefully, lest Shen Shenxuan would strike any further.

Song Zhu waved his fingers and touched the back of his hand lightly, but his eyes looked heavy, and the laughter shook from his chest, broken like the sound of wind.

"Brother Shen..."

Song Dengyun wanted to ask, are you satisfied with this?

But he couldn't say it, he didn't know what kind of illusion it was, he actually saw an emotion called relief from Song Zhubo's eyes watching him.

Song Zhubo felt relieved and relieved by this sword.

Seventh brother has been depressed for many years, but because of the heavy sword, he showed a strange smile.

Song Dengyun didn't dare to call for someone anymore, he didn't even know what to do, until the corners of Song Zhubo's eyes were red, and a drop of clear tears gathered, and he quietly slipped into his temples.

Song Dengyun stared blankly, and suddenly realized that his seventh brother's hair on the sideburns had turned white.

How old is he?Just stand.

Song Zhubo opened his lips, blood overflowed from his mouth, but he didn't care.

Shen Zhongxuan clenched the long sword tightly, closed his eyes, and pulled out the Hechen Sword abruptly.

At the moment when the full moon was in the sky, there were a few crows that were out of season, and the cold knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

The imperial study, where idlers are not allowed to enter, was silent. Meng Xing stepped on the most familiar and unfamiliar auspicious cloud patterns, and was as lonely as plum branches, frost and snow amidst the luxurious gold and jade carvings in the room.

Emperor Wu Sheng was aloof, Zhi Yi looked at him and took the initiative to break the silence: "You really don't want to come back?"

Meng Xing was bored imitating the pattern on the chair, and said casually, "Where are you going back?"

"Go back to your house!" Emperor Wu Sheng was treated coldly by him for three whole days. The partial favor of the Ninth Five-Year Lord was no higher than the face of the real dragon emperor, but he endured it and spoke as gently as possible, persuading Said, "Jing Xing, I know that you still blame your father, but he...he is no longer here, and when your father is around, he often talks about you. You know, the Buddha has always been in decline, and the court has never treated the world well." I like to interfere, but in the past few years, I have tried my best to support the Shilian Zen School, and tried my best to win over people from the Jianghu. Everything I have done is for you, so that you can return safely one day."

Meng Xing lowered his eyebrows, his expression was calm: "Whether it is for the poor, or to prevent the next Shou Zhenjun from appearing, His Majesty knows better than anyone else."

"Chu Jingxing—!"

Emperor Wu Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly knocked down the cup on the table, but he had already turned away, and there was no one to clean it at this time.

In the entire imperial study room, only Meng Xing sat alone in the chair, and was so indifferent as if he was not here either.

"...Chu Jingxing, no matter how much you think about your father and me." Emperor Wu Sheng closed his eyes, and continued, "I have had trouble sleeping and eating for my brother for more than ten years, and I have never let go of your love for a moment. safety."

"Every time Futu reports your news, my brother can immediately put aside all state affairs."

"Why do you think that the top ten in Jianghu were either recruited or given to death, but you and Feng Henwan killed Futu so that they could escape unscathed?"

"Do you really think that there is only one Shilian in the huge stupa?"

Meng Xing raised his eyes, his expression dark and uncertain.

Emperor Wu Sheng waited for a long time, and finally heard him say: "Who is the murder case of the Shen family in Yangchuan?"

Emperor Wu Sheng asked, "Don't you address me by a title?"

Meng Xing was silent for a while: "Your Majesty."

Emperor Wu Sheng said nothing.

"..." Meng Xing gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Huang."

Emperor Wu Sheng was relieved, and the serious king suddenly burst into a happy smile. With this smile, Meng Xing quickly lowered his eyelashes, feeling sore in his heart.

He was always unable to be cruel to people, Xiao Shuhua was, Shen Zhongxuan was, and now it is the same with Chu Jingshen.

The emperor in front of him has passed away, but his smile is more sincere than that of the unsmiling young prince at that time.

"Brother, do you know that child, called... Zhongxuan? Why, is it important to you?"

Meng Xing tried his best to forget what happened in Yundu that night, and said calmly, "He is my apprentice."

The two brothers were silent for a long time at the same time, Meng Xing sighed and said, "So, the truth about the case of the Shen family?"

"It's the Song family," Chu Jingshen said, "but the news from Shi Lian recently said that your apprentice has already gone there in person."

"......already?"

Chu Jingshen glanced at him: "Of course you wouldn't know these things in the palace."

Meng Xing got up suddenly and walked out without looking back. Chu Jingshen also got up and stopped him: "It's too late for you to rush over now."

"At least go and see."

Chu Jingshen said: "Feng Lin doesn't know your identity, but he knows that he won't let you go as a brother."

"..."

"Come here—" Chu Jingshen raised his voice to order, and immediately a group of imperial guards rushed into the room, blocking Meng Xing's way, "Send the Taoist priest to rest in the side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

He glanced at the sword at Meng Xing's waist, and said, "Hand over his sword."

The author has something to say: Today is even later. .Working on a dissertation.sigh.

It should be stopped tomorrow, because there is still a paper that has not been finished.