The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 75: The King of Qingcheng bows his head

On the edge of the stone steps are a hundred white horses. The people and horses are silent. The Beiliangdao exudes a cold atmosphere of the battlefield in the twilight.

The leading general, Ning Emei, wore jet black heavy armor, and held the Wuliang bu-shaped iron halberd which weighed almost 100 catties. The black horse, black armor and black halberd, contrasted sharply with the one hundred white horse Qingqi, which was suffocating.

In front of Qingyang Palace, there is a sword formation of thirty-six people, the swords of the people are unified, and the swords of thirty-six swords point to everyone, shining brightly. Mixed with the three people of Lu Shuyang and the corpses of Taoist priests all over the floor. A drop of warm blood dripped from the tip of the Chixia sword in Lu Qiantang's hand, and Shu Xi was adjusting his breathing, bearing the pressure of the sword formation and Qingqi. Yang Qingfeng stretched out his five white fingers and gently wiped the scarlet blood on his left cheek. He intentionally or unintentionally stood in the densest place of corpses.

Wu Shizhen was dumbfounded, and he had a chance of winning eight or nine points against the three who broke Yuxiao with the Shenxiao Sword Formation. The son of Beiliang, who rode a horse and wears a sword, insulted the King of Qingcheng and insulted the Qingyang Palace. It was not a death crime, but it was a death crime to dismiss the prince’s stone stele and ride into the square on horseback. He killed 18 recorded Taoist priests in one breath. In this dynasty that emphasized the old orthodoxy and lightly interprets the Buddhism of the door, it is a capital crime. Therefore, even if the Yuxiao sword formation is gone, he does not hesitate to deploy the gods, and all he wants is to take down this daring Beiliang general. Sons and grandchildren, behead first and play later. Yongzhou will approve of it, let alone stab the capital. Maybe even the group of Yongzhou scholars who have prejudices against Qingyang Palace will clap their hands and applaud. Who cares if Wu Shizhen took possession of several women privately. ?

But the scene before him surpassed Wu Shizhen's imagination. A hundred cavalry rushed into the Qingyang Palace with murderous arrogance. Is this going to mobilize Ge Feng to point to the Qingyang Palace? How could this be a simple capital crime, arbitrarily mobilizing the army, and transferring the troops privately, it is clear that the nine tribes are to be destroyed!

Don’t talk about this serious crime second only to rebellion, if the Shenxiao Sword Array cannot withstand the killing of more than a hundred Qingqi plus General Euphorbia and the three warriors in the field, Wu Shizhen wants to know what he can do, father Wu Lingsuxiu Dan Dao does not cultivate martial arts, and has always advocated the use of force to prove that the Dao is the most inferior evil way. The Qi Xuan frame on the Dragon Tiger Mountain is said to be the power of the immortal with his hands, but I have heard that the real Qi Dao threatened his number one in the world. ? ! So if the sword formation is broken again, the father, who is only a lotus flower, is obviously unreliable, then you have to take the Qingyang Palace real god? His nominal mother? But the question is, are the ugly monsters willing to take action? The son of Beiliang is disrespectful to Qingcheng Mountain, but she is a mad woman who often beats and kicks their father and son. Wu Shizhen wonders how he can survive to this day. This Shenxiao sword formation was born out of her retreat and enlightenment. Even the "Ling Bao Jing" on which Qingyang Palace became famous was written by her.

There is only a lonely bell tower behind the front door hall. There is no drum tower against it, which seems to be contrary to the harmony of yin and yang of the door. At this time, a Taoist priest who was about 30 years old was standing at the window, wearing a purple robe, standing upright like a green pine, his face was faintly swirled with a layer of blue air, and a Taoist **** floated out of the dust. Forget the vulgar. He was looking at the fierce confrontation on the square in front of the temple, his eyes were diametrically opposite to Xiaoyao's air, he hehe said: "This dog-mother's Shenxiao sword is defeated in battle, just to save some rations for Lao Tzu's Qingyang Palace. The incense is bleak, and raising pigs can still slaughter and eat meat, but these guys are gluttons who can't get in. They rely on the ladies to ride on Laozi's head and **** and urinate. They really think they are uncles!"

Slap!

A white horsetail whisk made a flush on his face.

A cold voice rang in his ears: "Wu Lingsu, don't forget who gave you this shit, Qingcheng King, it's not the emperor who opened his mouth, it's me."

Wu Lingsu, the lord of Qingyang Palace?

The King of Qingcheng, who was slapped by the dust, didn’t turn his head and didn’t change his face, and sneered: "Zhao Yutai, if I think I want to meet you when I was young, I won’t go for a pill, but go. To learn swords, with my talent and understanding, how can you be my opponent."

The voice coming from Wu Lingsu’s side is indifferent and indifferent: "You only have a mouth. What can you do besides this? You are afraid of death and pain, and you will only be able to do anything. You can’t bear the pain of practicing sword? If you believe this, I might as well believe that you have a leg with Emperor Zheng."

Wu Lingsu said indifferently: "People can fight, but can't talk nonsense."

The spiritual horsetail whisk took advantage of the situation and slapped Wu Lingsu again. Now both cheeks are fair, and there is no need to laugh at anyone.

A snow-white spear-falcon, also from Liaodong, stabs Xu Fengnian, but it is not the six-year-old phoenix nicknamed Xiaobai. It is a little less handsome, but it is also a treasure among the Qingbailuan. Xu Fengnian takes the embroidered winter knife and scabbard. As a falcon, the huge spear falcon settled, and the Xiudong sword did not tremble at all. Wu Shizhen, who saw too much of the sword formation while not practicing the sword, was taken aback for a moment. Xu Fengnian reached out and touched the spear-falcon’s head, and took off a small bamboo tube tied to his claws. It was an autograph by the national scholar Li Yishan. After reading it, Xu Fengnian looked calm, lifted the embroider winter, spear-falcon fluttered away, and Xu Fengnian put the embroidery In winter, he turned his horse's head, walked slowly towards Ning Emei, and whispered: "Go back under the steps."

The euphorbia Ning Emei, whose face was shrouded in black armor, did not have any doubts, and made a gesture of closing the sword. One hundred Qingqi returned their respective standard Beiliang swords to their sheaths, turned and left the square, but the horses' hoofs were lightly consistent. Although these hundred white horses have never really made a sword, not to mention the result, their momentum has been steadily defeated by the sword.

This is the benefit brought by the Dazhu Kingdom’s wanton trampling of the rivers and lakes. Whether it is a single-handed reckless dragon snake or a sectarian who has settled down on the rivers and lakes, they all have a kind of sturdy and cold-blooded Northern Liang cavalry fighting under the horse. Innate awe.

The big stone in Wu Shizhen's heart fell to the ground, and he still didn't dare to easily take down the sword formation of the gods. God knew if it was the conspiracy and trick of the madman in Beiliang. Xu Fengnian got off his horse and walked towards the sword formation in front of the main hall. The three of Lu Yangshu immediately protected him. Before, ignoring the thirty-six Qinggang sword of the sword array, straight forward. The swordsmen were at a loss and looked back at the temporary backbone of Wu Shizhen. Wu Shizhen was riding a tiger and was not a human being inside and out. When Lu Qiantang was only ten steps away from the sword formation, he gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "Withdraw!"

On the bell tower, the woman in Fuchen who was called Zhao Yutai by the Qingcheng King sighed: "It's a pity."

Wu Lingsu frowned and said: "It's only you who don't make a move. This sword formation is hard to escape. What's a pity?"

The Fuchen woman turned and left. Wu Lingsu has been a married couple with her for more than ten years. She rarely sees her hideous and evil face, and occasionally takes a look at her strong figure that is not inferior to her. Today, she has achieved most of her achievements. Thanks to her, it is her handwriting to be able to enter the palace or to be the king. Wu Lingsu never guessed her mind. He only knew that she used a sword. She was a semi-romantic woman who entered the world and reincarnated. She usually uses a white horsetail whisk as a sword. She was the only one who saved herself several times when she was in danger. The Heavenly Sword Formation came from her hands. Once on a mid-autumn full moon night, she saw her practicing sword on the chain bridge between the two peaks of Qingyang Tianzun, an ancient sword. Shocking ghosts, even the strong wind on the top of the mountain was smashed by her with one sword and one sword. Wu Lingsu is a well-informed Taoist, but he has never seen a woman with such a strong sword intent. I have heard of one. The Beiliang princess who was said to have died of disease, and the woman named Wu surnamed Qi who was inextricably connected with the Wu Family Sword Tomb.

Wu Lingsu, the king of Qingcheng, thinks it is really good to be able to have the same surname as her. Although Wu Lingsu has been beaten and scolded by the ponytailed woman for more than ten years, he is not afraid of her at all, let alone a little respect. The two are grasshoppers on the line. It’s a pity that Wu Lingsu hasn’t thought of what she wants, but she can definitely conclude that she can’t achieve her grass-snake-grey-line-traveling event without herself. Wu Lingsu still racked his brains to search for clues in the early years. So he gave up, he was half a hundred years old, and if he didn't find a way to gain the way of heaven with the pill and tripod double cultivation, how to beat the face of the immortal city of Longhushan? Anyway, she is good and harmless to him. Wu Lingsu is not an unreasonably worried fool. On the contrary, if he is not too smart, how can he be valued by the Heavenly Master Longhu? In this life, Wu Lingsu feared only one woman, the Queen Zhao Pheasant in the imperial palace, and only admired one woman, the Beiliang Princess of the same surname.

It is rumored that for Xu Xiao, who was still a small lieutenant in Jinzhou, she broke with Wu Jiajian tomb and rode the white horse away from Liaodong alone. For General Xu Xiao, Bai Yi beat the drums of war. She went up to Beiliang on the Qingniu Road, and she was even more at ease with her husband and child, moving further and further away from the supreme kendo that was in her pocket.

Wu Lingsu finally recovered, he spit, and said bitterly: "Let me stare at the people from the capital, what can I see, my hands and feet are **** by Zhao Yutai, and I can't even go down the mountain. The same is the king of a different surname. Compared with Xu Xiao, Lao Tzu is an egg! Zhao Yutai, one day I will be anxious, and I will sue you when I enter the palace again!"

After saying these angry words, the King of Qingcheng struck a sharp spirit, and laughed at himself: "Joke and joke, a hundred days of grace for husband and wife, I will be my King of Qingcheng, both day and day, and night Ye Shengsong and Spring Festival nights do not care about the smoky worldly affairs. Zhao Yutai, if you are willing to toss, just do it with you. Anyway, I can guarantee that my father and son will be glorious for a century."

Zhao Yutai, who is tall and not like a woman, walked down the clock tower with a white horsetail whisk and passed through the hall. On the way, she met her crown and Taoist priests. They were all silent, standing sideways and bowing their heads not daring to speak. Qingyang Palace came to a Qiujian Pavilion, which was the residence of the weird man who was the real king on Qingcheng Mountain, but she did not enter the pavilion. Instead, she walked to the cloak mound behind the pavilion. This pavilion and mound is the forbidden area of ​​Qingyang Palace, let alone breaking into it, she will sweep her head away with a horsetail whisk even if she approaches a little. Zhao Yutai stopped for a long time, turned to enter the pavilion, put down the whisk, rubbed the ink, and wrote: "After these twists and turns, the doubts of Wu Lingsu on the capital side can be eliminated. The Qingcheng King is already a dead mountain, and no one knows that he is stationed in six thousand armors. "

Zhao Yutai put down his pen and said softly with emotion: "It's a pity that the Shenxiao Sword Formation has not been broken, otherwise it will be more foolproof."

On the side of Sanqing Hall, Xu Fengnian saw the sword formation retreating, and took the lead to cross the threshold and step into the hall. He turned to look at a sweaty Wu Shizhen, and said: "Where is the longevity technique that I have said? My son's 100 Qingqi But just waiting outside, there was no satisfactory answer, 18 lives plus 36, how many?"

Wu Shizhen, who can't be cool anymore, said with a dry smile: "The trail will go and invite his father out to welcome the guests."

Xu Fengnian looked frivolous and contemptuously said: "The King of Qingcheng is such a big air!"

The corpses in the square were all dragged away. The Taoists endured their nausea and timidity, carrying buckets of broomsticks and began to sweep the ground. Jiang Ni and his group circumvented the shocking blood, and Yu Youwei covered Que'er’s eyes. Hawthorn was held by Wei Shuyang without much fright. As soon as Xu Fengnian's voice fell in the hall, Xiaoshan Haw, who had just crossed the threshold of the hall, whispered: "Look, the gods have come out."

Wu Lingsu, the king of Qingcheng, is indeed in line with the image of Taoist gods in the minds of the people in the market. He is clearly over half a hundred years old, but he looks like a man who has just arrived. He is dressed as a gift from today’s son. Dao robe is free and tacky. If a scholar who traveled to Qingcheng with a misfortune ran into Wu Lingsu in the woods, he would probably mistake people for the immortals to descend to the earth, knock and talk, and be surprised that the Qingcheng king's reasoning is very mysterious. In the eyes of the little god, who is regarded as a little **** by any Taoist and Taoist aunt in Qingyang Palace, this one is undoubtedly a big god!

The king of Qingcheng retreated everyone, except for Xu Fengnian and the others in the hall, only Wu Lingsu, Wu Shizhen and his son were left, which shows the sincerity.

Wu Lingsu bowed his head slightly and said: "Pan Dao has seen His Royal Highness the son of the world, and he has missed a long way to welcome him, so please don't blame your Highness."

Wu Shizhen was in a daze.

Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Does the Qingcheng King recognize this son?"

Wu Lingsu smiled and said: "His Royal Highness is so heroic, you can see it at a glance."

Xu Fengnian got a bargain and said tentatively: "Just now I've been playing around outside the palace, don't take care of Qingcheng King."

Wu Lingsu was full of energy, and said freely: "Misunderstanding and misunderstanding."

Xu Fengnian was surprised in his heart, and his face remained unchanged, and said: "Will the Qingcheng King’s repairs be disturbed if I spend the night overnight?"

Wu Lingsu shook his head and smiled: "Where, the humble house is brilliant~IndoMTL.com~ Xu Fengnian looked around the hall and laughed: "A nice humble house. "

Wu Lingsu smiled at this, turned his head and said: "Wu Shizhen, I haven't seen His Royal Highness yet!"

Wu Shizhen, with an ugly face, said deeply: "The trail pays homage to His Royal Highness."

Xu Fengnian sarcastically said: "I can't afford it. When Zhuhe Pavilion was worshipped by you, I worshipped a Yuxiao sword formation. Now you are here again. Are you planning to sneak a Shenxiao sword at night? Array?"

Wu Shizhen just stooped down and couldn't see his expression clearly.

Qingcheng King Wu Lingsu hurriedly relieved his son: "His Royal Highness has made a serious statement. Pang Dao will take the Royal Highness to his residence."

The back hall of Qingyang Palace is a large exquisite building with a courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River. It is magnificent and magnificent with carved beams and paintings. Numerous carved dragons, jade, beasts and birds are lifelike. The small hawthorn is stunned and eye-opening. Wu Lingsu led Xu Fengnian to a Ganoderma lucidum garden. There were four corridors on the east and west sides of the garden. There was a patio in the garden. There was a thousand-year-old osmanthus plant beside the well, and the trees were swaying. Wu Lingsu saw that the Plague God, His Royal Highness, was satisfied, and then he said: "Pan Dao, let people prepare fast food."

Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said: "Don't bother after you have delivered the fast food. Just send a few handy secret books before going down the mountain tomorrow, and my son will not take revenge for the lack of eyes in Qingyang Palace today."

Jiang Ni watched the Qingcheng King still leave with a smile, and he was puzzled: "Can this Qingcheng Mountain immortal attract the sky thunder? Why doesn't Xu Fengnian kill Xu Fengnian?"

The old sword **** smiled and said: "Just forget about this Qingcheng King Wu Lingsu. Qi Xuan's frame is still about the same. The old man has some friendship with him, but it is a pity that this Taoist priest has become immortal, otherwise the old man can compete with him in Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Then you can see the thunder billowing from the sky. "My QT room is open! The official QT room number [1655] of the princes of the beacon play, click to enter