Chapter 026 – The Year Western Chu Died
The old saying advises that things don’t happen more than three times.
But this Western Chu Remnant had already come to the Imperial Palace for the fourth time.
It was just that Official Son Cao Changqing had set foot in Tai’an City this time, with a young woman by his side.
She hovered with her imperial sword, her clothes fluttering. A little bit of celebrity elegance of the civil officials have a momentary loss of concentration, the woman pouring people city pouring people country, but so it?
After more than a thousand people back to God, civil and military officials instantly divided by east and west, into the north and south, military generals to the Ministry of War two minister Lu Baijie Lu Shengxiang, as well as a number of old steeds and aged generals as the head, to the south of the rapid march, the civil officials are retreating north. There are more than two hundred people footsteps very fast or very slow, the pace of those who are in a hurry are the next generation of Western Chu survivors, see the wind at the helm, very flexible, only think of clearing the relationship, for fear of getting into trouble. The older generation is the opposite, almost simultaneously weeping, turn around and retreat, lift the sleeve to cover the face, staggering steps, there are dozens of elderly people on the spot, tears, which has a fearful family students want to go to help, without exception, the old man fell sleeve, angry eyes, which makes it difficult to occupy a place in the temple of the young junzi are a little blushing, no room for self-compassion.
Many of the surviving officials who were incorporated into the court for the Liyang court regardless of the previous suspicion also have some sighs and feelings, and their expressions are complicated. Spring and Autumn eight dead countries, all slowly integrated into the Liyang, only West Chu is still “remnants of the rampant”, bent on the resurgence of the ashes.
Liyang emperor took the lead to step out of the hall, surprisingly, three times was disobedient to the scales of the Zhao family son of God did not anger, just laughed loudly: “Mr. Cao good a Western Chu to observe the ceremony of Tai’an City!”
Mr. Cao Changqing was dressed in ordinary green clothes, his temples were white, if not for the fact that he was standing at the top of the palace, he would have been no different from a shabby old scholar from the Hanlin Academy.
The Zhao Family’s Son of Heaven continued to laugh boldly, “My Liyang Dynasty has both a white-robed monk hanging the Yellow River in the North Mang Daode Sect, and Mr. Cao breaking into the city through eighteen gates in a row, so it is a fortunate event for my dynasty.”
Once these words came out, the civil and military officials in the square who were originally anxious all ate a tranquilizer pill and smiled.
A generation of eloquent emperors should swallow the world in such a manner.
Cao Changqing said flatly, “Jing wait to return the salute.”
This Cao official’s feet immediately cursed, cursing him for not knowing what is good and bad, mostly from the mouth of the civil ministers, most of the military generals were so angry that they were furious, but they hated that they had no weapons in their hands, coupled with the fear of Cao Qingyi’s Confucian saint’s name, they did not dare to make a move for fear of failing to achieve success, and in turn, they were being laughed at.
With a clatter, I don’t know who was the first to turn his head, and then together they turned to look at the red python clothed magnificent man dragging his gun, picking up the steps, a plum wine gun tip facing the ground, after coming to the side of His Majesty the Emperor, the body of the gun was rotated, and the robbing handle was inserted into the ground.
A man with a sword.
The plum green turns purple.
There are military saint Chen Zhi Bao escort, Zhao family son of heaven is even more heroic temperament, squinting at the steps of the general Gu Jiantang, away from the throne of the first masters of the military, so far no one shakes, when Chen Zhi Bao into the capital, the crowd eagerly awaited, thinking of the two to split a high and low, did not think that the two old and new Secretary of the Ministry of the Army, instead of being in the same situation, on the contrary, there was over the rumors of the Gu Jiantang personally carry wine to the Chen House to get together to drink. Gu Jiantang saw the prince cast a line of sight, gently nodded, pressed the hilt of the knife, stride forward, military generals backed up one after another, Gu Jiantang did not directly pull out the hilt of the South China knife, the world knows that Gu Jiantang has a double knife, this hilt of the South China from the Palace of East Vietnam’s inner collection, said that it is a talismanic knife is also not false, had been the successive generations of the State of the Taoist masters of the East Vietnam layer talismanic enchantments, the East Vietnam is a famous sword production area from the olden times, is still a knife by the South China to take away the title of the first weapon, with the Wang Xiaoping hands of the Wudang talisman sword Shentian and called “double talisman”.
To the south of the palace wall is Cao Changqing, who came on foot with his bare hands, and Jiang Si, the deceased princess with the sword.
On the east side is the Wu Family Sword Mound “King Su”, who is blocking the way, and behind him is a large beehive woven by the Sword Mound’s unique sword mastery technique, which is made up of 800 Wu Family hidden swords.
On the west side, Chancellor Zhao Danping from Longhu Mountain, a great celestial master in feathered clothes, stood side by side with a stout old man whose identity was unknown to the world, and who carried a large sword almost twice the length of an ordinary ancient sword.
The two rows of imperial guards holding colorful embroidered ceremonial halberds at the foot of the wall stood still.
“Gu Jiantang returns the salute first.”
Gu Jiantang explored his arm after he finished speaking, a ceremonial halberd came out of the imperial guards’ hands, Gu Jiantang, the first person in the world to use a sword, ran out with a big stride, gripped the ceremonial halberd that flew rapidly, and gave a light cry like a thunderbolt blasting towards Cao Changqing at the head of the wall.
Cao Qingyi step out, hovering in the sky, and together with the middle finger of the index finger, to hold the momentum of thunder and excited to the tip of the halberd gently erected.
The one and a half feet long ceremonial halberd didn’t break by an inch, but crumbled and crushed into pieces.
Cao Changqing’s hair did not flick a little.
“Zhao Danping Er returns the salute.”
Immortal style Zhao Danping dressed in yellow and purple Taoist robes, floating like an immortal, raised his big sleeve, offering nine peach wood swords with peach symbols attached, flying swords with nine, surprisingly, the first shot is a Taoist finger Xuan asking for longevity of the immortal means.
Cao Changqing sneered, “Chanting the language of the ancients and being a family member. How do you ask for immortality?”
The great official son of the Heavenly Winds and Flows who solely occupied the eight dukes stretched out a finger and gently pointed it.
Among the nine swords, eight swords killed each other, in the air bang shattered, the last sword tried its best to come to Cao Changqing in front of the body, that is, those who have no hands to bind chicken power of the civil and weak civil officials can see, quite strong, Cao Changqing that did not take back the finger, the smooth trend of a flick, the mahogany sword turned the tip of the sword, swept away towards Zhao Danping, rapid and fast too much, can be called a chicken falcon of the difference. Zhao Danping frowned tightly, flying sword out of the sleeve to go when the outstanding, when the sword to close the woeful show, flying sword into the sleeve into the sleeve, but the crowd saw the big sleeve drumming shaking, long refused to quiet. It is said that this big real person is very familiar with the subjugation of demons, but after all, the Confucian saint of a sword full of natural gas, how can it be easy?
Two times to return the salute, were Qingyi snapped his fingers to dissolve.
Cao Changqing three over the palace as over the corridor, but are not so in full view, excluding Han Diao Temple and a few other hibernating in the palace of the top masters, have not witnessed, not to mention teach. The second time into the palace, there were three hundred iron armor imperial guards across the road in front, is directly by the green crack armor three hundred and over, that time if not Han Diaoji finger Xuan against the unique advantages of the sky, I’m afraid that Zhao’s son of heaven is still surnamed Zhao, but not Chen Zhi Bao side of this emperor. Wear a sword out of the line of Gu Jiantang Ben just returned half of the salute, was interrupted by the green words of the prime minister, between the eyebrows of the vaguely unhappy, but still respect him is the Longhu Mountain Tianshi, forcibly pressed down the mammoth qi, wait until this time to return the salute to the end of the ground, pulling up, Nanhua sheathed a knife, almost make the sky and the earth eclipsed.
Cao Changqing, who had been floating and standing in the air, took three steps, with one hand proudly behind his back, and one hand on his right hand to meet that Nanhua blade.
The palm of his hand directly passed through the blade’s aura and pressed down on the Nanhua Blade!
“The one who beheads is a saint.”
Gu Jiantang let out a light laugh as the Nanhua Blade’s aura disappeared into thin air, allowing Cao Changqing to press down on the blade as he pressed down on the hilt with his left hand along with his right.
Cao Changqing frowned slightly, instantly relieved, his body spun like a gyroscope, eventually with his head facing the ground and feet facing the sky, his right hand not leaving Nanhua, only to see a muffled thunder explode in the sky.
The rumbling was unceasing.
The sky was clear and cloudless, it was really a good unsuspected winter thunderstorm.
Cao Changqing gripped the Nanhua Sword and resumed his stance, Gu Jiantang did not forcefully seize the sword, but instead retreated two steps back and drifted to the ground.
Cao Changqing waved his sleeve.
The large sleeve tore.
Five more thunders rang out in the sky one after another.
Cao Changqing laughed it off, “So it was such an out-of-body experience, worthy of Gu Jiantang who made the sword transcendental.”
Gently throwing the Nanhua Knife towards Gu Jiantang who landed on the square.
Gu Jiantang didn’t mess around, hanging onto the ancient blade Nanhua, he turned around and walked forward.
At this time, all the people can see the “path” behind Cao Changqing slanting towards the nine heavens, the clouds vibrate violently, ordinary people can also be clearly seen.
On top of the steps, Chen Zhi Bao and the emperor whispered, the latter face dawned on him.
Land Immortals is the world’s so-called high heavenly beings, but Cao Changqing’s Confucian saints, foot time is not long, but is already appalling a few into the peak realm of the Immortals, from hundreds of years ago, Lv Zu over the Heavenly Gates and return to the body, I’m afraid that there is only a layer of a half of the realm.
Borrowed leaning two gifts only a sleeve slightly tattered Cao Changqing face calm.
Many civil officials on the square are violently remembered this person west base wall into the holy, under the Lang Lang Qiankun, he once said to the whole West Chu.
“Cao Changqing would like to die in exchange for turning the heavens and earth upside down, and would like to die in exchange for the tranquility of heaven and earth.”
Cao Changqing was already so nearly invincible.
But immediately everyone felt a blast of stern sword intent that pierced their bones and chilled their bones.
As far as the sword woman could see, all the civil officials and military generals on that line subconsciously moved to the left and right to avoid it.
Until one person “surfaced”.
Northern Liang Xu Fengnian.
That year, Western Chu died.
That year, her cheeks have pear swirls.
That year, he had not yet gray head.