Chapter 075 – King of Qingcheng Bows His Head
On the side of the stone steps were one hundred white horses and righteous soldiers, the men and horses were silent, and the Northern Liang swords exuded a cold and sandy atmosphere in the dusk twilight.
The leading general Ning Emei was wearing pitch-black heavy armor, holding that almost one hundred pounds of ebony Bu Zi iron halberd, black horse, black armor, black halberd, and one hundred white horse light cavalry formed a stark contrast, suffocating.
In front of the Qingyang Palace Hall was the thirty-six person Divine Heavenly Sword Formation, human swords united, thirty-six swords pointing at the crowd, glittering. Sandwiched in the middle were the three of them, Lv Shu Yang, and the corpses of the Taoist priests that littered the ground horizontally. A drop of warm blood bead dripped down from the tip of the Red Xia Sword in Lv Qiantang’s hand, Shu Shyun was adjusting his breathing, bearing the pressure of the qi from both the sword formation and the light cavalry. Yang Qingfeng stretched out his snow-white five fingers to gently wipe away the scarlet blood on his left cheek as he intentionally stood at the place where the corpses were densest.
Wu Shizhen was dumbfounded, with the Divine Heavenly Sword Formation against the three people who broke the Jade Heaven, he still had eight or nine points of victory. That riding a good horse and wearing a good sword of the Northern Liang son of the King of Qingcheng abuse, insult Qingyang Palace, not to death, but ignoring the public monument to dismount, riding into the square, is a capital offense, a breath of killing eighteen recorded Taoist priests, in this heavy Huang Lao Taoist tradition and light interpretation of Buddhism, is even more deadly, so even if the Jade Heavenly Sword Formation died out, he did not hesitate to set up the Divine Heavenly, in order to take down the courage of the Northern Liang! If the general’s son and grandson are killed first, the whole Yongzhou will be in favor of it, and he is not afraid of going to the capital, maybe even the Yongzhou scholars who have preconceived notions about Qingyang Palace will applaud, and who cares that Wu Shizhen has taken possession of a few women privately?
However, the scene in front of him was beyond Wu Shizhen’s imagination. 100 cavalrymen rushed into the Qingyang Palace with their murderous spirit, this is to make a big move to the Qingyang Palace? This is not a simple capital offense, but it is a crime to destroy nine clans for moving the army and deploying troops privately!
Not to mention that this is second only to the great crime of rebellion, the Divine Heavenly Sword Formation if you can not withstand more than a hundred light cavalry plus halberd generals and the field of three martial arts kill, Wu Shizhen wants to know what he can do, his father, Wu Lingsu cultivation of dan Dao does not cultivate martial arts, and has always been respected to force to prove that the road is the most inferior of the crooked way, the dragon and tiger mountain on the qi xuan frame said that both hands is the power of the immortal, I have ever heard that qi great real person threatened to say that he is the first few in the world? So in case the sword array is unfortunately broken again, the father of the only kind of mouth Lotus Danding everyone obviously can not be relied on, then you have to take the Qingyang Palace real immortals? His nominal mother? But the question is, is the ugly monster willing to do it? That Beilang male son to Qingcheng Mountain words disrespectful, but she is a will often to their father and son punched and kicked the crazy bitch, Wu Shizhen all doubt how they can live to today, this divine sky sword array is her closed-door enlightenment out, even the Qingyang Palace rely on the name of the “Spiritual Treasure Scriptures,” a small half of the pen is written by her.
The front door of the main hall behind only a lonely Ling Ling bell tower, no drum tower set off, appear to be somewhat contrary to the yin and yang harmony of the Taoist sect, the bell tower towers, but does not hang a huge bell, the top of the pavilion only piled up some miscellaneous things. At this time a Taoist priest about only thirty years old stood in the window, wearing a purple robe, emaciated and upright as a green pine, face vaguely a layer of green air flow, there is a wave of Taoist gods and goddesses of the floating out of the dust, God’s light refreshingly, so that people see to forget the vulgar. He is looking at the square in front of the temple of the menacing confrontation, shady eyes and free attitude diametrically opposed, he said: “This son of a bitch of the Divine Heavenly Sword Formation defeat death is good, just to give the old man’s Green Goat Palace to save a little bit of food rations, the incense is bleak, raise a pig can still slaughter meat, these guys are only in and out of the living taotie, relying on the bitch riding on the head of the old man shitting and pissing, really think he is a big man! “Pah!”
Snap!
A white horse-tailed duster made a reddish mark on his face.
A clear and cold voice rang in his ears, “Wu Lingsu, don’t forget who sent you this bullshit Qingcheng King, it’s not the emperor with a golden mouth, it’s me.”
Qingyang Palace Palace Master Wu Lingsu?
The Qingcheng King who had been slapped by the duster did not turn his head or change color, and laughed coldly, “Zhao Yutai, if I had counted on meeting you when I was young, I would not have gone to refine farting dan, but instead would have gone to learn the sword, and with my natural ability and enlightenment, where would you have been a match for me.”
The voice coming from Wu Lingsu’s side was cold as usual: “You only have a mouth with some skills, besides that, what do you have to show for it? A waste like you who is afraid of death, afraid of pain, and will only do whatever is necessary, can you stand the pain of practicing the sword? I might as well believe that you’re having an affair with Imperial Concubine Zheng.”
Wu Lingsu faintly said, “People can fight indiscriminately, but words cannot be spoken indiscriminately.”
The spirit-filled ponytail whisk smoothly slapped Wu Lingsu again, this time both cheeks were fair game, no one had to laugh at anyone.
A snow-white spear falcon also from Liaodong stabbed down, pounced on Xu Fengyen, but not that nicknamed Xiaobai’s six-year phoenix, Lingjun a little less, but also the treasures in the green and white luan, Xu Fengyen took the sheath of the embroidered winter knife to do the falcon frame, the huge spear falcon settled down, the embroidered winter knife does not quiver in the slightest, to see the not practicing the sword, but watch more than a sword array operation of the Wu Shizhen a stunned. Xu Fengyen reached out and touched the head of the spear falcon, removed a small bamboo tube tied to the claw, it was the handwriting of the national scholar Li Yishan, Xu Fengyen looked calm after reading it, lifted up the Xiudong, the spear falcon lifted its wings and went away, Xu Fengyen put the Xiudong away, turned his horse around and walked slowly towards Ning Emei, softly said, “Retreat to the bottom of the steps.”
The halberd Ning Emei, whose face was shrouded in black armor, did not question anything, and made a gesture to withdraw his sword, and the one hundred light cavalrymen sheathed their respective standard Northern Liang swords, and turned to leave the square, their horses’ hooves were gentle but consistent. These one hundred white horse righteous from although not really out of the sword, not to say the result, the momentum has been steadily winning the sword array a chip.
This is the benefit brought by the Great Pillar State’s wanton trampling of the Jianghu, whether it is a single-handed reckless snake or a sectarian who has landed in the Jianghu, all of them have a kind of innate reverence for the Northern Liang cavalry who are as tough and cold-blooded as those who fight under the horse.
Wu Shizhen heart a big stone fell to the ground, still do not dare to easily withdraw the Divine Heavenly Sword Formation, God knows whether it is that Northern Liang madman’s plotting and scheming, Xu Fengyen rolled over and dismounted from his horse, walked towards the main hall in front of the sword formation, Lu Yang Shu three people immediately protect in front of him, ignoring the sword formation 36 green astral sword, straight forward. The sword-wielding Taoist priests did not know what to do, they all looked back to the temporary backbone of Wu Shizhen, Wu Shizhen rode a tiger to the bottom, inside and outside of the man, wait until Lv Qiantang is only ten steps away from the sword array, gritted his teeth and sent out a vicious: “Withdrawal of the array!”
On the bell tower, the dust whisking woman called Zhao Yutai by the King of Qingcheng sighed, “It’s a pity.”
Wu Lingsu frowned, “Only if you don’t make a move, it’s hard for this sword formation to escape defeat, so what’s a pity?”
Dust whisk woman turned away, Wu Ling Su and she did a famous but not real husband and wife for more than ten years, rarely look at her hideous and evil phase of the bleak face, and occasionally will look at her that does not lose their robust back, their own achievements today, most of the credit to her, can be in the palace to be able to seal the king, are her handwriting, Wu Ling Su has never been able to guess her mind, only to know that she uses the sword, is a halfway by the entry into the world of the world of the female crown, unusual to the white tail duster As a sword, several times in danger, it is she saved himself, the divine sky sword array from her hand, once in a mid-autumn moonlit night, saw her in the Qingyang Tianzun double peaks between the iron rope bridge on the sword, an ancient sword shocked the ghosts and gods, and even the top of the mountain strong winds are her sword a sword cleaved through, Wu Lingsu is considered to be a knowledgeable Taoist priest, but have never seen such a sword of the majestic woman, I heard of a heard of the one that is said to be dead from disease Northern Liang Wangfei, that with the Wu family sword mound inextricably linked to the Wu surname strange woman.
To be able to share the same surname with her, Qingcheng King Wu Lingsu felt that it was really quite good. Although Wu Lingsu had been scolded by the woman with the ponytail whisk for more than ten years, he was not afraid of her in the slightest, not to mention having any semblance of respect, and the two of them were grasshoppers on a thread. Unfortunately, Wu Lingsu so far did not think of what she really wants, but can be concluded that she is less than their own will not be able to become her that grass snake ash line ambush pulse thousands of miles of great things, Wu Lingsu earlier in the year also racked his brain want to search for traces, and then gave up, half a hundred years of age, and then do not find a way to Dan Din double cultivation proved to be heavenly, how to go to play the Xanadu Lung Fu Shan face? Anyway, she is beneficial to their own harmless, Wu Lingsu is not a worrying fool, on the contrary, if not too smart, how will he be valued by the old master of the Dragon Tiger? Wu Ling Su this life, only fear a woman, is the palace that Zhao Pheasant Queen, only admire a woman, is the same name of the Northern Liang Wangfei.
Rumor has it that for Xu Snapdragon, who was still a junior lieutenant of Jinzhou, she did not hesitate to break with the Wu family’s sword mound, and rode on a white horse to Liaodong. For the great general Xu Snapdragon, she beat the war drums in white. Green Ox Road to Northern Liang, she is at ease with her husband and children, away from the supreme sword path that was in her pocket is farther and farther.
Wu Lingsu was not easy to get back to God, spit, hate said: “the capital side let me to keep an eye on the massacre, I can see what, hands and feet are tied by Zhao Yutai, even the mountain can not go down. The same is a different surname king, compared to Xu Snapdragon, I am nothing! Zhao Yutai, one day when I’m pushed to the edge, I’ll enter the palace again and sue you!”
After saying this angry words, Qingcheng King hit a jolt, and laughed to himself, “Jokes, jokes, one day husband and wife, I do my Qingcheng King, day by day double cultivation to prove the way, night by night singing and spring night, I don’t care about the miasma of the world, Zhao Yutai you are willing to toss it as you want to toss it, anyway, ensure that I can guarantee my father and son a hundred years of glory.”
Tall not like a woman Zhao Yutai holding a white horse tail duster walked down the bell tower, through the door through the hall, the road to meet her female crown and Taoist priests, are silent, one by one side of the quiet standing low dare not speak, she was like no one else, out of the Qingyang Palace came to a hatred of the sword pavilion, this is her this Qingcheng Mountain really do the king of the strange residence, she did not enter the pavilion, but walked to the pavilion after the crown of the mound, the mound tree in front of a sword. This cabinet and a mound is the Qingyang Palace forbidden land, not to mention intrusion, even a little closer to be her to ponytail duster rolled away from the head. Zhao Yutai stopped for a long time, turned into the pavilion, put down the duster, grinding ink, pen wrote: “After this setback, the capital side of the suspicion of Wu Lingsu can be eliminated, Qingcheng King has long been a dead mountain, stationed armor six thousand no one knows.”
Zhao Yutai put down his pen and softly lamented, “It’s a pity that the Divine Heavenly Sword Formation was not broken, otherwise it would have been even more foolproof.”
On this side of the Sanqing Hall, Xu Fengyen saw the sword formation retracted and took the lead to cross the threshold and step into the hall, turning his head to look at the sweaty Wu Shizhen with a smiling face and said, “Where is the promised longevity technique? My son’s one hundred light cavalry is waiting outside, without a satisfactory answer, eighteen lives plus thirty-six, how many is it?”
Wu Shizhen, who couldn’t be more dashing, laughed dryly, “I will go and ask my father to come out to welcome the guests.”
Xu Fengyen said with a face of frivolous contempt, “The King of Qingcheng is so big!”
The corpses on the square were dragged away, the dao children endured the nausea and cowardice carrying buckets and brooms to start sweeping the ground, Jiang Nai and his party bypassed the shocking blood and water, Yu Youwei covered Bird’s eyes, Little Hawthorn was being held by Wei Shuyang’s hand and didn’t have too much fear. Inside the hall Xu Fengnian’s words had just fallen, Little Hawthorn who had just crossed the threshold of the hall yelled in a small voice, “Look, the gods have come out.”
Qingcheng King Wu Lingsu is indeed very in line with the people’s mind on the Taoist gods and goddesses conjecture of the image of the dust, obviously more than half a hundred years old, look but only like only to the man of the age of manhood, a reward of the current Prince of Heaven’s purple Taoist robes, floating and no vulgarity. If there is a book tour of Qingcheng scholar in the forest encounter Wu Lingsu, nine times out of ten will be mistaken for a fairy down to earth, knocking and language, but also to be surprised at the King of Qingcheng’s reasoning is very subtle. In the Qingyang Palace any Taoist priests and nuns are treated as small immortals small hawthorn view, this is undoubtedly a big fairy in front of you!
King Qingcheng dismissed the crowd, in addition to Xu Fengyen’s group, only Wu Lingsu Wu Shizhen’s father and son were left in the hall, which showed the sincerity.
Wu Lingsu slightly bowed his head and said, “Poor Taoist has met Your Highness, Your Highness, please do not blame me for not welcoming you from afar.”
Wu Shizhen was dumbfounded.
Xu Fengnian laughed: “Qingcheng King recognized this son?”
Wu Lingsu laughed: “Your Highness is so handsome that poor Taoist could tell at a glance.”
Xu Fengyen got a bargain and said tentatively, “There was a scuffle outside the temple, King Qingcheng should not be concerned.”
Wu Lingsu was full of vigor and said, “Misunderstanding, misunderstanding.”
Xu Fengyen was surprised in his heart, but his face remained unchanged, “Will it disturb King Qingcheng’s purification to stay overnight?”
Wu Lingsu shook her head and smiled, “Where, my humble abode is a humble place.”
Xu Fengyen looked around the hall and laughed, “What a grand humble abode.”
Wu Lingsu laughed at this and turned his head, “Wu Shizhen, haven’t you met His Highness!”
The ugly-faced Wu Shizhen bowed deeply and said, “Xiaodao pays his respects to His Highness the Shizi.”
Xu Fengnian sneered, “I can’t take it, the Resident Crane Pavilion had a Jade Heavenly Sword Formation when you bowed to it, and now you’re doing it again, are you planning to sneak in a Divine Heavenly Sword Formation at night?”
Wu Shizhen just bent down and couldn’t see his expression.
Qingcheng King Wu Lingsu hurriedly relieved his son and said, “Your Highness is overstating the case, poor Taoist will take Your Highness to his residence.”
Qingyang Palace back hall for a large area of Jiangnan courtyard type exquisite building, carved beams and paintings, rich and magnificent, carving countless cloud dragon jade free auspicious beasts and birds, lifelike, small hawthorn look dumbfounded, eye-opening. Wu Ling Su led Xu Feng Nian to a Ganoderma lucidum garden, the garden east and west each built four corridor room, there is a patio in the garden, a thousand year old laurel next to the well, the tree posture. Wu Lingsu saw the face of His Highness the Prince of the World this plague god was satisfied, only then did he open his mouth and said, “Poor Taoist will go and have someone prepare a fasting meal.”
Xu Fengyen waved his hand and said, “Don’t come and bother me after delivering the fasting food, just deliver a few handfuls of secret scrolls before descending from the mountain tomorrow, and this Shizi won’t hold a grudge against Qingyang Palace’s ungratefulness today.”
Jiang Nai looked at that Qingcheng King even still smiling as he left, puzzled, “Isn’t this Qingcheng Mountain Immortal able to attract heavenly thunder? How come he didn’t strike Xu Fengnian to death?”
The old Sword God laughed, “This Qingcheng King Wu Lingsu is even. Qi Xuanzheng is more or less the same, I have some friendship with him, it’s a pity that this Taoist has already been immortalized, otherwise when we arrive at Longhu Mountain, I can fight with him for a few strokes, and you’ll be able to see the sight of heavenly thunder rolling in the purple energy to the east.”