[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Like the torrential rain, Yi Shui went around killing people outside the barrier, the corpses piled up like a wall, and Murong Ziying had no intention of helping him.

The cold wind rushed into the house from the window, but it brought out a strong smell of blood. A group of monsters surged in the cold and dark night. Murong Ziying was startled, her whole body tensed up and immediately flew over. He cut it down in mid-air, shocking him to the ground and retreating a few steps.

Yi Shui stood in front of the inn with a horizontal sword, and shouted: "Master has an order, no matter what happens, don't get close."

"What is he doing!" Murong Ziying was afraid that Fen Ji would change, and also worried that the prince would be in danger, and since Yi Shui stopped him, it would never be the prince who had something to do.

Murong Ziying rushed down like a huge wave of blood, and Murong Ziying had already suffered internal injuries. At this moment, a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat, her face was pale and dripping with cold sweat. Let many monsters directly lose their souls.

Murong Ziying opened his mouth, and blood gushed out. He stared at Yi Shui for a moment, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

Yi Shui even took half a step closer to Murong Ziying: "If you want to step forward, kill me."

"Fenji's change is related to the six realms, even His Highness, he can't bear it." Murong Ziying's eyes showed murderous intent, the sword in his hand rang slightly, and the blood on it was shaken by drops, like an excited warrior .

Yi Shui raised the corner of his mouth, he was very similar to the prince, making people unable to tell whether it was irony or gentleness, and said softly: "Yi Shui obeys the master's order, and it has nothing to do with the six realms."

When Murong Ziying made a move, the sword light broke in an instant, and Tsinghua was cut off from the snow.The two swords that can be called wonderful have not been forged to the peak. This is supposed to be a battle of the world, but they are both young and frivolous.Murong Ziying belongs to the genus of ice and cold, the sword attack is as thick as an axe and as light as a needle, like the white phoenix swan in the northern country, in the wind cave, the sword becomes ice feathers, the phoenix sings in the sky, the momentum of thousands of mountains and ravines is suddenly overwhelming This sword spirit also fought hard.

The complicated ancient formation painted with blood covered half of the room. The mysterious and heavy atmosphere was as breathless as its history.Blood filled all the senses. The Prince Changqin, who was wrapped in evil spirit, sat in front of the sword. The blood trickled from his wrist and poured into the formation. The boundless resentment and hatred in his eyes almost swept his entire soul. The God of War's instinct to kill was clamoring.

But even if he was so painful that thousands of ants would rot his bones, even if his sanity was almost wiped out, even if he was already a mortal body, sweating like rain and trembling uncontrollably, he still seemed to hold the arrogance engraved into the marrow and soul of the ancient gods, Shengsheng couldn't move half an inch!

The rounded bead-like, blood-red bloody imprint of the evil spirit was condensed between the tightly furrowed brows, which looked like a beautiful cinnabar mole.

Spiritual power cannot be used in this body, and the half-soul in the sword can only be summoned by the method of drawing blood. With this body and the breath of the powerful dragon vein that penetrates into his soul, and with the same soul and the same origin, it will never be able to stop him. Endlessly attracted each other.Almost all of the four souls in the sword were brought into the original body by Changqin, but the last ray of central soul was tightly sealed in the sword, because Nuwa personally sealed it shortly after the completion of the sword, even after a thousand years of divine power Even if he is already weak, let his soul attract each other, and the dragon's veins blend together, holding this ray of soul so that it cannot be shaken at all.

The central soul and the life soul are one, if the central soul is incomplete, the life soul is incomplete, and the life soul is incomplete, and there is no reincarnation.

This is called Prince Changqin, how can he be reconciled.Seeing how much joy he had when he saw Fenji, now he has so much resentment, wishing he could kill all the gods and gods, pointing to the heavens and questioning why the sky is so vast and the six worlds are so vast, but he cannot tolerate his prince playing the piano.

The red glow on the Fenji sword weakened, and it seemed as if he died suddenly, falling to the ground, the lingering sound continued, the wound on Changqin's wrist had healed by itself, and there was no trace of it.He was weak and pale due to excessive blood loss, as cold as if he had fallen into icy water, his whole body became numb, and the cinnabar between his brows appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Half of the soul in the sword had too much evil energy, the two souls couldn't fully fuse for a while, the evil energy was locked into Fenglai's original body by Changqin, this Fenglaiqin is the foundation of Changqin's spiritual cultivation, although it is not complete, it can be suppressed by itself.

The prince stood up with some difficulty, and the blood talismans all over the ground gathered and got into the much darker sword body.In the past, although Fen Ji had the four souls of life and soul, he didn't have the two souls of Tian Chong, Ling Hui, the master of wisdom, so he has always been spiritual and unconscious. The breath of the dragon vein can help a wisp of the central soul take shape, and it will definitely come to Changqin.

Even if the fortune of the Tang Dynasty is not long, his prince Changqin can afford to wait, as long as he can reshape Fenglai, that wisp of remnant soul will be useless to him.

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The snow had stopped in the early morning, and the sun came out to illuminate the whole world with golden light, which made people feel refreshed and lifted their mood.

There was a layer of fresh snow, and the front of the inn was so clean that there were no footprints. It was simply covered with a high-quality white velvet blanket, which made people reluctant to step on it.Ten paces away, three hundred cavalrymen surrounded the inn tightly, and no one dared to approach the whole street in fright. The doors of every house were tightly shut, and the cavalry surrounded them in a circle without moving, only occasionally The sound of the horses trampling their noses can also remind them of their existence.

There was no sign of a waiter in the room. Yi Shui served Li Jiancheng, and had replaced the cup of hot tea that was hanging in front of the master three times, even though the cup of tea had never been touched.

Aunt Wu was lying next door, and everyone else was gathered here. Li Jiancheng was reciting the prescription. He had been talking for half an hour, but he still hadn't finished.At the same time, it is necessary to detoxify several kinds of demonic poisons in the aunt Wu, heal her internal injuries, recuperate after detoxification, all kinds of medicines generate and restrain each other, their combination and brewing, what should be avoided in daily diet, housing and transportation, and what should be added to him It's easy to talk about it, but it takes a lot of time to explain it in detail.Han Xinzi lay down on the table and wrote anxiously, fearing that he might miss a word.

The girl is clever and only seven years old. Many of the words that she can't write are mentioned by Murong Ziying beside her. Yi Shui injured Murong Ziying's sword-holding right hand last night. .The crown prince returned Fenji to Youdu, and prescribed prescriptions to cure Aunt Wu's wounds. What happened last night, why did it happen, and what was the result? It seems that Murong Ziying didn't know anything during this trip. things to do.

After Li Jiancheng finished the last sentence, he was silent for a while, took a sip of tea, and said, "That's all."

The little girl let out a sigh of relief, rubbed her sore wrist, complained softly, put down her pen and smiled sweetly at Li Jiancheng, saluted Li Jiancheng, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, all blessings, Your Highness."

"You are the most well-behaved child I have ever seen in all these years." Li Jiancheng nodded, raised his hand to make her stand up, and said, "Let's go."

Han Xinzi put away the long bamboo slips, held them in his arms, bowed to the prince again, and ran out, never wanting to look back for the rest of his life.

Under the smudge of the sun, Li Jiancheng's Xuanjia was a little more gorgeous, and his whole person was quite bright while being dignified and dignified.He went to see Murong Ziying, but met Murong Ziying's eyes.

Murong Ziying was dazed for a moment.These eyes are bright, deep, and gentle, falling into thousands of stars, capturing the prosperity of the world, and crushing the love of spring water.There is a world in his eyes, a world that everyone wants to own, so no one in the mortal world is attracted to it.

The young man didn't know what kind of inexplicable feeling he had, and he couldn't describe it, so he could only sigh in his heart.

Li Jiancheng seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Murong Ziying, he closed his eyes, Murong Ziying was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Ziying is rude."

"Things you like are of course worth looking at more." Li Jiancheng smiled, suppressing a trace of displeasure, and said casually: "The monsters are hard to deal with. Although Youdu has something to rely on, this battle may not end as soon as possible. , Yi Shui injured you yesterday, which made you unable to use the sword for seven days, so naturally I will take care of it."

Murong Ziying remained silent, he looked at the warm golden sunshine on the floor, the cold winter wind rolled in from the window, as if blowing through his body, he was so cold that he lost consciousness.

"I give you something that can heal your wounds and keep you safe." Li Jiancheng opened his eyes, flicked his fingertips, and flew out a strand of red and gold silk thread, which was extremely dazzling in the sun, like Like a spirit snake, it wrapped itself around Murong Ziying's wrist.

The silk thread contained vast and endless power like the vast sea, and Murong Ziying was dizzy from the feeling of the turbulent waves hitting the shore. When he regained consciousness, he only felt hot, so hot that he was about to sweat, and all the injuries he suffered were gone. trace.He really didn't dare to accept such a thing, nor did he dare to refuse it, and wanted to remove it, but the silk thread seemed to grow on him.

Murong Ziying wanted to ask who he was, and questioned his identity more than once, but all he knew was His Highness, the crown prince of Xiande Hall, who else could be, who is more noble than him?

Murong Ziying asked: "Your Highness, what is this?"

The prince said: "Qin strings."

Three hundred armored cavalry were lined up, full of fierce and murderous aura accumulated on the battlefield, solemn and solemn, and felt as heavy as a mountain at a glance, as if hearing the sound of drums on the battlefield.

Li Jiancheng walked out of the inn and stepped on the soft and clean snow. Three hundred cavalrymen dismounted together. The heavy armor and waistcoats clanked and saluted, and countless holes were smashed into the snow.

"Kowtow to His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Li Jiancheng glanced at the most elite armored cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, and walked over without stopping. The soldiers in front moved one by one to make way. He came out and got on his horse, so that everyone stood up and rode their horses first: "Return to the camp."

All the soldiers got on their horses at the same time, and the commander shouted, and the cavalry in armor and swords moved forward slowly, the momentum was so great that the earth trembled.

Ruling the army and governing the country are naturally connected. The prince Shiren policy, not killing prisoners, even sitting down, even exempting taxes, the people's hearts are stable, everyone hopes that the war will end soon, no one is willing to make a rebellion, and the bandits have nothing to rely on.Liu Heimai shrank in Wei