Hidden Blade Chapter 125: Xingtian Sword

Before leaving Liangzhou and entering Jizhou, Mengliang deliberately stopped at the border for a day.

The Dahuang City on the border of Liangzhou and Jizhou has been rebuilt. Although the scars left by the war that year can be vaguely seen, the passers-by walking here seem to have forgotten the life and death battle. They are as usual in the morning. Going back in the evening, busy for livelihood, but also happy for life. Only outside the city gate on the mass grave where two hundred thousand big Xia cavalry were buried, the vegetation was not growing, and it seemed that it was still telling the sadness of the battle.

Mengliang sat next to a steamed bun shop in Dahuangcheng, ordered a cage of steamed steamed buns, and ate the steamed buns with nothing to say, while looking up at the three majestic peaks in the distance.

It rained yesterday.

When the morning sun rises, the water vapor is hazy, and the mountains in the distance are haunted by the water vapor, and it looks like a fairyland from a distance.

Meng Liang thought, it was in this fairyland that he met Ziyu, and his mood was a lot better.

He put the last bun in his hand into his mouth and drank another glass of water, then he stood up tightly on his back and wrapped the strange long sword on his back, and picked it up again. With the saber on the table, he walked out of Rhubarb City after the checkout.

The news that Da Xia is about to use force against Da Zhou after the fall has spread in recent days. The people in Jizhou have become accustomed to the expedition that started in short intervals. The news of the war did not bring these people. Any strangeness or fear. Although the crowds on the official roads are not as good as they used to be, they are still rustling, and they have never been cut off.

"Doesn't that old man live for a thousand years?" Meng Lianghu, who was walking on the official road, said to himself, perhaps because it was too boring.

Of course he didn't get a response. For this, he sighed, as if he felt that this "self-talking" shouldn't be so silent.

But soon Master Meng became interested again and started nagging the next step.

"I have read the record of Jianling. Didn't it mean that immortals in the world are destined to fall in the tenth millennium calamity if they do not become true immortals? You see that the ancestors were so busy to deal with the tenth calamity. , Why is the old man still sitting in Jianling leisurely?"

"Also. Didn’t we say that our Jianling is the one who guards the sword? The Xingtian Sword is gone, and this evil dragon also asked me to bring it out, so why do we need to guard the tomb? Let’s take it out separately It's not over, why don't you just stay there?"

"By the way, what exactly does Daozu want to do? Is it possible that he can really rely on his own ability to become a true fairy? I listen to the old man's tone, how do you feel that Daozu will not be better for long?"

Mengliang asked like a cascade of guns, but it was still nothing but no news.

He was a little dissatisfied, and he curled his lips at that time, and finally prepared to release his big move. So he cleared his throat and his tone became a little weird.

"Hey, you said that the Master who helped Tiance Mansion back then planted the law of dragon and snake twins on him."

"You are so calculating, you said I brought you to find him, will he see you?"

When these words were spoken, Meng Liang felt that the sword body of the long sword in his hand trembled suddenly, and then there was a rough voice in his mind.

"Little bastard, don't talk nonsense there. If the old man really wants to hurt him, why spend so much effort to get him a demon arm?"

Master Meng, who was scolded for a **** head, was not half annoyed, but rather excited.

It's been too long since no one had spoken to him. Master Meng cleared his throat, sorted out the thoughts in his mind, and was fully prepared to meet the curse.

"Well then, did you leave him a way to survive?"

"Nonsense!"

"Why did you hire a watcher?"

"How the **** do I know? It's just the method of dragon and snake twins. If that kid is drawn with dragon energy and vitality, the majestic monster energy and vitality belonging to the monster will invade him. His body will bring him back to life. As long as he can survive this catastrophe, it will be good for him in the future. But how do you know that the Supreme Real Person of the Taiyin Palace also participated in this matter, and wanted to take the dragon's energy and sealed the kid’s demon Arm, and then there was a watcher coming! How do I want this kid to have such a big background!" The voice became more and more irritable, a little angry, and a little lacking in confidence.

After all, no matter how he said it, he had calculated Xu Han, for this, he always had a guilty conscience.

"Then what are you going to do to see him this time? Apologize?"

"Apologize? I have flowed across the world for sixty years, and I never knew how to write the word apology!" The tone of the voice became high-pitched again.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Pay the debt!"

Meng Liang was stunned when he heard the words, but quickly reacted and said: "That's an apology."

"No!" The voice's owner stubbornly repeated his logic.

Mengliang didn't bother to entangle him more on this matter. He put aside the topic and continued: "It's not that he is suffering from disaster. Even the people in the sky are not willing to let him go. You are going Save him?"

"What can I do? Watch him die?" the voice asked.

"Maybe you will die."

"My **** is dead!"

Hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Mengliang's mouth.

He fell silent and didn’t mean to fight with that voice anymore, but the owner of the voice seemed to react at that time, and his voice resounded in Mengliang’s heart again: "Boy, you are testing Me?"

Meng Liang's expression was a little embarrassed after hearing this: "I can't say that it is... test it... I just want to know what the uncle is thinking?"

The owner of the voice was silent for a while, and the tone suddenly became weird: "Then if I say I'm going to kill the kid and please those big people, maybe they will reward me with a shell. , Let me be born again, what will you do?"

"In this wilderness...buy a sword. I don't think anyone will tell me to kill and hide the body, right?"

The voice heard this and was silent again. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said: "What kind of apprentice did Mo Chenzi find!"

After saying this, the long sword in Mengliang's hand trembled again, and everything returned to calm.

But before that, the voice finally said: "Don't be too slow, go to Daxia soon, otherwise the hour is broken, that kid really has a long and two short, I really can't stand it."

Mengliang didn’t care about it. The smile at the corner of his mouth was even worse. The sword intent in his body surged out at that time. Amidst the exclamation of the pedestrians around him, his body jumped up and turned into a single line. The streamer leapt towards the north.

Maybe it was too boring to drive alone, Mengliang started his chattering again after about a hundred breaths.

"Speaking of Uncle Shi, why did you steal the Xingtian Sword from the Jianling Mausoleum back then?"

"Is it to kill the emperor? But the emperor is dead, why didn't you send the sword back? It's not that the fierce sword is in the world, it will become a big disaster. Our sword mausoleum is to guard the sword. Going back, I took it out again..."

Mengliang thought that such a chatter would not get a response from the person who was no longer interested, but who knows that it didn't take long to say this, and the voice rang in his mind again.

"No matter how strong the fierce sword is, it is only a sword."

"The scariest thing in this world is never the sword, but the human heart."

"No matter how strong Jianling is, people who are willing to work hard for ten, centuries or even thousand years of calculations will flow in the world. If you can resist this sword and make good use of this sword, it will be a great fortune to Jianling. , Yu Cangsheng is also a great fortune."

......

"Xu Lai, Xu Lai." Song Yueming held the pink baby in her arms, repeating each other's name with a smile on her face.

The little guy who is still in the swaddling clothes widened his eyes, looking at the man in front of him, a little confused and a little close. At his age, he hadn't even learned how to speak, so how could he understand the meaning of Song Yueming's words? He just found it interesting, so he memorized the words Xu Lai and Xu Lai.

A woman in Tsing Yi looked at the man holding the child with a smile on her face. Her crescent-shaped eyes were shining. Although she was silent, her pretty cheeks were filled with happiness.

Song Yueming seemed to feel the woman's gaze. He moved his mind from the child with difficulty, then looked at the woman and said sincerely: "These

Days, Mrs. Hard work. "

The woman shook her head very obediently: "To share the worries for her husband, this is what Zichuan should do."

Song Yueming felt so sensible, the more guilty she felt. But he quickly put away his thoughts, and asked: "Yes, you just gave birth to a child. You should rest in Linglong Pavilion for more time, and take the child all the way to this Chang'an City. It is really hard work. "

"I have no acquaintances in the pavilion, and I don’t have anyone who wants to talk to. It’s very boring, not to mention that there are disciples in the house who are waiting for me along the way, and I don’t feel hard. Master Master, after arranging these things, we are also considerate of our husband and wife who haven't seen each other for many days. Speaking of which, this child has never seen his father look like since he was born!"

As Xia Zichuan said this, she couldn't help but glanced at Song Yueming with some blame.

Song Yueming's face changed slightly at that time, but she returned to normal in an instant.

He held the child in his hand, looked at the cute face, and teased happily again. He gently swung his hand up and down in front of the child's eyes, and said in his mouth: "Xu Lai, call daddy, Called Dad."

When Xia Zichuan saw this, he couldn't help but reprimanded: "Husband, I have only been a few months old, how can I be called a father? When you were his age, wouldn't it be the same?"

Song Yueming, who was blamed, scratched her head in embarrassment and was about to say something, but at that time several disciples in black walked into the palace gate and bowed their hands respectfully to Song Yueming. , He said: "Hall Master! Elder Sikong, please!"

"Yeah. I see." Song Yueming seemed to have expected this. He handed the baby in his arms back to Xia Zichuan's hands, and said softly to the woman: "You and Lai Er first Go back to the room and rest, I will come to see you soon."

Xia Zichuan didn't realize he was there, she smiled sweetly and nodded: "Just go, husband, I have nothing to do with coming."

Song Yueming smiled faintly, then turned around and glanced at the disciples, and Xia Zichuan, who led him to the courtyard and watched the man leave behind him, was almost impossible to think of, man. The moment he stepped out of the hospital, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, leaving only a trembling cold and heavy evil spirit between his eyebrows.

......

The lingering atmosphere of darkness still lingers in the main hall of Linglong Mansion, which has not changed much even in the beautiful spring of March.

Song Yueming stepped into the hall and slightly arched her hand towards the old man sitting on the high platform: "Song Yueming has seen Master."

"Have you seen Zichuan?" A deep voice sounded on the stage.

"I saw it." Song Yueming responded.

"Are you satisfied with the surprise that the old man prepared for you?" The voice asked again, and the tone was as low as ever, making it difficult to hear half of the mood swings in his tone.

The companion of the monarch is like the companion of the tiger. Song Yueming knows very well that even if he is hesitant at this moment, he will usher in great catastrophe, and will make all his plans along the way go to waste.

So Song Yueming responded without hesitation: "Thanks to Master for his kindness, so that my husband and wife can get together."

The people on the stage were silent for a while, and he seemed to be weighing whether Song Yueming, who gave such an answer, fits his mind.

And this silence soon caused a trace of sweat on Song Yueming's forehead.

"What do you think about Yuwen Nanjing National Religion?" But after a few breaths, the voices of the people on the stage sounded again.

Song Yueming breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly responded: "This matter is naturally a great thing. Being able to become the Linglong Pavilion of the National Church is tantamount to being tied to the Great Zhou Dynasty Hall. Master had previously cooperated with Zhu Xian, the so-called Isn’t this the same thing? So..."

Only half of Song Yueming's words were spoken, and she was interrupted by the life of the Supreme Being.

"You know I am not asking this."

Song Yueming's body shook, and his face changed slightly. He said with a suddenly realized appearance: "Master is talking about Xing Tianjian?"

The old man on the stage didn’t care whether Song Yueming’s appearance was dressed up. There was a surge of blood in his eyes, and his tone became low again: "Yuwen Nanjing’s request is very simple. I want to send it. Return the penalty heaven sword to Jianling. What do you think?"

Song Yueming pondered the situation for a while after hearing the words, and then asked: "Master is worried that Yuwen Nanjing's move is just to let us hand over the Xingtian sword, and there will be birds in the bow in the future?"

The old man on the stage replied in a deep voice: "Emperors in ancient times are like this. Wang Ye was ruthless in front of him. There were only pros and cons. Today she established my Linglong Pavilion as the state religion. It is a **** that can be discarded at any time..."

But this kind of rhetoric made Song Yueming's mouth a smile. He said, "Master has been worried, Master thought carefully. The Xing Tianjian has already cut off the heads of the two emperors. , If the master sits in that position, I’m afraid I can’t rest assured that this thing is stored on the side of the couch."

"Why did Yuwen Nanjing set up my Linglong Pavilion as the state religion? It was not all because of fear of punishment of the Heavenly Sword, so she forced us to submit to it. Her biggest goal is Tiance Mansion! For her, Tiance Mansion has a supporter. Kungfu also won the hearts of the people of the world, and the support of the officials inside, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses echoed by Dahuang City Jianlongguan outside. Such a behemoth is only surpassed by Changyesi in the past, and nothing is inferior. I think, relative Compared to Tiance Mansion, Xing Tianjian is far from Yuwen Nanjing’s heart trouble."

"She is afraid of this thing because it really possesses terrible power. If she doesn't mention it at all, I think she needs to worry about her intention to establish Linglong Pavilion as the state religion. But since she has made this request , That shows Yuwen Nanjing’s determination to support Linglong Pavilion against Tiance. The disciple thinks that she is not so much afraid of punishment of the Heavenly Sword, but rather that she is afraid of Linglong Pavilion. With her support, she will have more than Tiance Mansion. Enough to threaten the power of her throne."

Song Yueming finished speaking, the old man on the stage pondered for a while, and then said: "But today she can attack Tiance Mansion, and tomorrow she can use force against Linglong Pavilion. Without Xing Tianjian... "

"Master is confused." It's just that Song Yueming interrupted the old man before he finished speaking.

He stared at the old man whose face was gloomy because of the interrupted words, and calmly said: "Once Yuwen Nanjing supports my Linglong Pavilion, how and when will Tiance Mansion be destroyed? After all, as long as we are willing, we have enough time to make ourselves the existence that makes Yuwen Nanjing jealous even without Xingtianjian."

"Although the rabbit is dead and the dog cooks the bird, as long as we don't let the rabbit die or the bird is exhausted, then for Yuwen Nanjing, we will never have a day for the dog to cook the bow."

It seems that he was moved by Song Yueming's words, the red light in the eyes of the old man was a masterpiece. He stared at Song Yueming for a long time before his voice sounded again in the dark palace gate.

"In that case, who do you think is the safest way to **** this sword back to Jianling?"

When asking this question, the old man's eyes narrowed, and his seemingly casual tone, but with a taste of jokes.

Song Yueming's heart trembled slightly, a little uneasy, and a little apprehensive, but after a short period of hesitation, he solemnly said: "Although the master decided to return this sword, the power of Xing Tianjian is so powerful that it has always been I was spied on by people from all sides of the Great Zhou rivers and lakes. If it falls into the hands of evil people, it will be a disaster for the world. Therefore, the disciples dare to ask me to personally **** this sword back to Jianling!"

After all, Song Yueming's body suddenly knelt down at that time, and the tone in her mouth was extremely sincere.

The eyes of the people on the stage flickered again. He just watched Song Yueming kneel under his feet for a full breath before saying: "Yueming~ IndoMTL.com~ You know the pavilion. Why do you only fancy you as a teacher?"

"The disciple doesn't know, but I still ask the teacher to teach." Song Yueming said loudly without raising her head.

"Because you are smart and smarter than everyone else, I feel relieved if you do this."

After hearing this, Song Yueming's face on the ground was overjoyed, but her mouth was extremely respectful and said: "Thank you Master for the absurd praise!"

"Hehe, go, tomorrow I will arrange for you and the two elders to give swords together. Be careful on the way."

"The disciple takes the command!" Song Yueming suppressed the strangeness in her heart, then raised her head and said to the old man.

After he said this, he had to retreat, but when he stepped out of the mansion gate, the voice of the people came again: "Yueming!"

"Master, what else can you teach?" Song Yueming asked suspiciously.

At that time, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth, and he whispered: "Go early and return early, don't let your wife and children wait too long."