Chapter 162: Dragon Beheading in a Dream
Xu San is a mail son, the family ranked third, was called Xu San. The young man looks sturdy, young and strong, but unfortunately late born ten years, did not have the fortune to mix to the Spring and Autumn War to go, can not get what merit, he is in the Jiming Temple post official master Liu old man luck to be good, in the West Base Wall in the battle of the decapitation of the head of six, older from the Northern Liang Army retired, wrestled a post head of a small official position, although the two Liao people, but too many bumps in the battlefield, body bones are not as strong as the youth, fear of the cold of the north, the family moved to the south. Cold in the north, they moved their families to the south, usually nothing to say to Xu three of these young men that the Spring and Autumn nine wars is how thrilling, especially like to say that the king of the Northern Liang how heroic, each time to spit spray people all over the face, Liu old man addicted to wine, talking about the past when the wine gas is exceptionally heavy, Xu three, including a dozen postal workers love to listen to Liu old man to say that those wars of the smoke and smoke, time and again to listen to these old tunes often play, and also do not get tired of it, Xu three is the most so, I hate to see you, but I do not want to see you. Xu three is the most so, I wish my parents early to drive themselves out of the tire, not to mention, now the world Qiankun Dazhong, the people of the countryside and then poor, do not have to worry about the emergence of the head of the plague, holding a few acres of several points of land, at least there is always a hope for the family, the year under the snow a few feet thick, in the past the old man lamented that the weather has to be who can not get through it, but now it’s different, watching the snow on the fireplace all smiled! Said that the snow is an omen of good fortune na, Xu San did not read and write, but the reason is still understood, Liu old man said that the post is the king of Beiliang hand-made, thirty miles a post, who dares to deduct the post that the postman’s salary, do not care how much you are the official master, that is the ka-ching, to take down on the spot decapitated, and then Xu San and the king of the Beiliang and the Great Pillar State of the great general of the same last name, became a post, every time you run a horse to deliver the letter are extraordinarily hardworking, only feel that the family name can not be dishonored. I can not dishonor the family name is not it?
Last year, the first time in recent years, the chicken post station encountered the need for six hundred miles of urgent goods to be sent to the north, Xu San physical horsemanship are the most outstanding post station, when the duty to take up the heavy responsibility, I do not expect misfortune and fortune, the original is Liu old man to cultivate Xu San, halfway, but an accident, to the next post, was told that the goods were damaged, a eunuch to hand over the goods with the death of the eunuchs and eighteen generations of ancestors in general, the sharp voice of the general shouting to be the Xu San, Xu San has not seen the world, but followed Liu old man’s ears and eyes, also know that the eunuchs out of the capital to the emperor’s family to do the work of the eunuchs and even the assassins of the third grade can not afford, then they kowtowed and begged for forgiveness, and begged that the white-faced eunuch masters to kill only one of him out of anger, eunuchs where to pay attention to the begging of the small people, forcing the side of the county several big officials to make a statement that this is the palace of the Queen to be the fresh lychee to linger! Ice cellar collection, this damned mail bumps broken box, the box is already a thousand gold can not be bought, the lychee shipped from the southern border is even more important, the eunuch grimaced and asked when the death is not death? Officials only have to agree with the word when the death of two words, Xu San how not to recognize the fate? But I do not know how the hooves roar, hundreds of distinctive iron armor surrounded by a general came to the post, see this situation, directly pulled out the Northern Liang knife that eunuch’s head off, the general let Xu San get up, and then on the side of the county officials who are silent and asked with a smile trespassing kill the postman when the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of a postman? The officials said twice a day when the death when the death, Xu San, who was dreaming of escaping from death, finally realized that the general was the king of Beiliang!
Xu San had no color in his face, but he still drove his horse recklessly, carrying a parcel diagonally across his body. He had no sweat left, and his lips were so dry and cracked that only blood was left. His eyes can no longer see the road clearly, and he doesn’t know how long the stagecoach can support him. Last night, eight hundred li expedited to the chicken post, Liu old man was shocked to know that the palace documents sent by the robust postman only to the post, only said a “by decree to send to Longhu Mountain to the big pillar country” will even people with horse exhaustion and died, fell off the horse, Liu old man looked around the week, only Xu San did not say a word, fire from the stables to bring out a horse than to treat the Daughter-in-law also love and care of the steed, take off the package tied in the neck, fast horse whip, straight to Longhu Mountain. The king of northern Liang to build dynasty post nearly two thousand, once said that the postman on the food of the sky when the death of a horse when the first. Xu San coarse, axiomatic can not say, but know a horse when the first in is to say what!
At this moment, Xu San has only the last breath hanging, nearly dead, constantly telling himself another 20 miles to the, and then hold on, can not die ah! If he delayed the King of Northern Liang’s important event and felt guilty for the favor of his life, how could Xu San have the face to stand in the world? In the haze of vision, a person on the road drifted, Xu San’s horse softened its front feet, and died in the dust on the spot, throwing Xu San out, Xu San rolled down on the official road, couldn’t see the person’s face, and only vaguely saw the robe of the Taoist monk, clutched the parcel, and tried his best to hoarse, “The Jixing post station, Xu Bing, eight hundred miles of urgency, begging for Taoist masters to send to the Dragon Tiger Mountain… …”
The Taoist crouched down and nodded.
Post Xu San turned his head with difficulty to look at his beloved horse that was killed on the spot, and then looked in the direction of Longhu Mountain, his qi was cut off, and he actually died without resting in peace. Middle-aged Taoist gently sighed, for this young postman closed his eyes, took down the package to unravel, revealing a volume of bright yellow imperial decree.
The right hand holds the decree, the right hand behind the negative, toe point, figure like a rainbow through the sun, the world shall not see the real face.
Middle-aged Taoist long drive, until the word Xu Wang flag, threw out the imperial decree turned around and drifted away, the air around the two sets of arrows stagnant, not before and not fall, until the Taoist figure passed away, only to fall to the ground with a bang.
That year, a thousand pounds, the mountain yellow and purple Taoist priests and the mountain under the Northern Liang iron horsemen, finally because of this imperial decree in exchange for the precious peace and quiet.
Tonight, the name of the name of the Taoist not seen in the Dragon and Tiger Mountain of the middle-aged Taoist spirit out of the body, driving to Kuanglu Mountain.
Seeing His Highness the son of the world put away the dagger talisman, casually pinned to his waist, pulling out his twin swords, the middle-aged Taoist monk standing on top of the dragon’s head said in a quaint manner, “The poor Taoist had once met with Xu Snapdragon at the foot of the mountain.”
Xu Fengyen remembered a dusty past that he happened to learn from Chu Lushan’s mouth, tilted his head and asked, “You’re the decree-sending Taoist under Longhu Mountain?”
The middle-aged Daoist said expressionlessly, “Precisely.”
Xu Fengyen hesitated for a moment, holding his twin swords upside down, he bent down and saluted, “Xu Fengyen has met Immortal Leader. My father has privately said that Tong Xuan is the first on Longhu Mountain, not the Qi Zhen Zhen who ascended to Immortality fifty years ago.”
The middle-aged Taoist priest was impassive, only looking down on Xu Fenian, as well as the divine talisman.
Xu Fengyen still bowed his head and asked, “My boy is curious as to why Immortal Leader can ascend to Immortality without ascending, and can enter the Heavenly Gate without entering?”
The middle-aged Taoist priest said flatly, “The poor Taoist’s surname is Zhao.”
The same surname as the Son of Heaven?
A few words were enough to explain many mysteries. Why did the previous generation of Grand Heavenly Masters not hesitate to exchange their life for life to renew the life of the late Emperor? Why did the imperial court edict Longhu Mountain again and again, elevating the status of this ancestral court of Taoism layer by layer? Why is the contemporary Heavenly Master Zhao Danping able to enjoy himself in the capital like a fish in water? Why is Mr. White Lotus able to obtain the holy favor?
Xu Fengyen’s hands trembled slightly, raised his head and gritted his teeth, “Immortal Master is already an outsider of the party.”
The Taoist who could not guess the age and cultivation level smiled lightly and said, “Have you ever heard of a man who has achieved the Dao and a man who can do anything? Besides, I have not yet attained immortality, so what’s the harm in blessing my descendants?”
Xu Fengyen asked again and again, inquiring again, “I wonder what lesson Immortal Master has to teach this time with his out-of-body Yuan Shen’s presence?”
The middle-aged Daoist did not answer the question, but reached out and pointed behind Xu Fenian.
Xu Fengyen didn’t dare to turn his head, fearing that he wouldn’t even know how he would die.
The Daoist frowned and said, “Although the poor Taoist cannot be called a moral saint, he is not so bad as to bother with a junior like you, and it was the same reasoning with Xu Snap back then. The children and grandchildren have their own blessings and misfortunes, as long as they are not being deliberately sidetracked by someone, even if the country is dying and the clan is disappearing, the poor Taoist will not step in to disrupt the heavenly chances.”
Only then did Xu Fengyen turn his head and stared wide-eyed.
At some point, there was a giant python spitting out red letters coiled behind him, confronting the Zhangshu Heavenly Dragon!
The python versus the heavenly dragon.
This giant python that seemed to have coiled itself around the entire mountain stood unafraid!
Xu Fengyen was in awe of the golden yellow heavenly dragon that poked its head out, but for some reason, he was not afraid of the snow-white python, instead, he had a heartfelt aura of closeness, and the python turned around when he saw Xu Fengyen and lowered his head, which was as large as a basket, and rubbed against Xu Fengyen’s forehead.
The heavenly dragon seems to be angry at this python, mouth spray purple gas is more and more dense, the figure rises again, revealing half, teeth and claws, to the top of Kuanglu Mountain roar, purple gas is like a substance, condensed into a purple column rushing!
I don’t care if you are a celestial being or a god, there is no reason under the sky for him, Xu Fenian, to resign himself to death!
Xu Fengyen was about to draw his sword when the python on top of the gnarled mountain raised its head, straightened its body, and bit down on the purple pillar of dragon energy, instantly crushing it.
The middle-aged Taoist priest who was in a trance as if he was standing above all living beings was just watching with cold eyes.
The celestial dragon roared, Xu Fengyen saw that there were no more stars in the sky, the clouds rolled over, raging like angry waves, converging at the top of the celestial dragon’s head, layers upon layers, getting harder and denser.
“Feng Nian.”
Xu Fengnian was afraid of the unrivaled might of that golden heavenly dragon, his ears heard the familiar voice into the bone, turned his head violently, and saw that person, in this life and death situation, surprisingly, he was oblivious to everything in heaven and earth, but only tears flowed.
There is a woman in white, sleeves fluttering.
She had a sword out of the sword mound, she had white clothes to ring the fish dragon drum, she had punished him to hold the written wall, she had worn Xu Snapdragon’s hand-sewn cloth shoes, alone into the palace!
Xu Fengnian’s voice was hoarse, carefully shouted, “Mother.”
Only afraid that if he shouted loudly, she would pass away with the wind.
Her body was translucent, slowly floating, as if she was a Dunhuang flying sky.
Suspended in the air, she seemed to want to caress her son’s cheek.
The middle-aged Taoist priest finally spoke, and coldly grunted, “The Yin Spirit is against the Way of Heaven!”
With a wave of the cuff of his Daoist robe, he smashed the head of the giant white python onto the ground.
“Wu Su, don’t go to the Yellow Springs yet!”
With another wave of his sleeve, the wind rose up, and the white-clothed woman, who was only a few feet away from Xu Fengnian, retreated with the wind.
The woman looked up and laughed coldly, “Zhao Huang Chao, then why don’t you enter the Heavenly Gate!”
Xu Fengyen saw his mother’s body gradually blurring and dissipating into streams of splendor. He completely fell into a frenzy, his eyes red, reaching out to try to grab it.
That middle-aged Taoist priest was ultimately a well-deserved land deity, with xuan power that was heavenly.
She had already defied the heaven’s will, and allowed her soul to dissipate, stretching out an ethereal hand to “hold” Xu Fengnian’s hand.
The middle-aged Taoist priest’s vast Taoist qi poured down from the sky, raised his palm, and said angrily, “The Heavenly Dao looms large, evil demons retreat!”
Instantly, heavenly thunder rolled.
The Taoist slapped his palm down!
The Taoist priest acted on behalf of Heaven, and Heaven sent out a killing blow. The white-clothed woman slowly faded like dust from her feet to her waist, along with the python.
Tearful Xu Fengnian tore his heart out and shouted, “Mother!”
She smiled, her face kindly said, “Feng Nian, mother can’t take care of you anymore, it’s hard to let go ……”
Xu Fengnian was crazy, just shaking his head, that moment, twenty years of life, in his mind, walking around, a flash.
Until Li Chun Gang’s sentence I have a sword to open the gate of heaven surfaced.
Xu Fengnian only felt exploded, orifices exploded thunder, meridians exploded thunder, blood and flesh exploded thunder, soul exploded thunder, all of all, all of all, all of all, all of all, all of all, all of all, all of all, what is there to fear if I am dead today? Mother died, you this dead Taoist even the mother’s soul are dispersed, I will not be able to kill you?
He turned to face the golden yellow heavenly dragon and the middle-aged Taoist priest and roared, “Screw the Heavenly Dao!”
“I have a sword that can cut the heavenly dragon!”
Xu Fengyen had no sword in his hand, as soon as these words came out, the python streams of fireflies converged and a snow white divine weapon was in Xu Fengyen’s hand.
“I have a knife that can kill immortals!”
A knife broke through the air.
Heaven and earth changed color.
No more heavenly dragons, no more immortals.
Xu Fengyen slowly opened his eyes, the top of Kuanglu Mountain was clearly cloudy and light, there was no Li Chun Gang and Green Bird and others who had heard the news, Xu Fengyen looked down, the talisman was still between his fingers, the Embroidered Winter Spring Thunder was inserted on the ground.
Xu Fengyen touched his cheeks, all tears.
So it was a dream.
Xu Fengyen turned his head, squeezed out a smile, looked into the silent void and murmured, “Mother, go well.”
Turning his head again, looking at the starry sky, Xu Fengyen said word by word, “I have a sword that can kill the Heavenly Dragon Celestials!”