Hidden Blade Chapter 48: The wind is surging

October to the end. Jinling, the capital of the Kingdom of Chen, also ushered in the first snow in winter.

In the Changle Palace.

Chen Xuanji, who was in white clothes and white hair, stood at the gate of the palace and looked at the fine snow falling from the sky with a daze.

Everything in Linglong Pavilion still seems to be yesterday.

"The snow falls and the green shirt is white, and the time is urging the young and old."

He sighed inexplicably, but he felt a pain in his brain.

The new emperor's ascension to the throne keeps on trivial matters, thinking about the old man, but can't meet each other, so I feel more and more bored.

At this moment, there was a trivial sound of footsteps behind him.

"Your Majesty, please see King Fengxing." The inner official's shrill voice sounded.

Chen Xuanji was stunned when he heard the words. It was getting late, and the time had come to Haishi. At this time, King Fengxing came suddenly, obviously trying to avoid people's eyes, so what he did was absolutely unusual.

After hesitating for a few breaths, he nodded, "Let him in."

The inside official behind him said "yes" and then stepped back.

At that time, Chen Xuanji raised his head and looked at the fine snow outside the house again. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he faintly felt that the snow at this moment seemed a bit bigger than before.

He smiled bitterly, then the look on his face turned into the solemn and calm that the emperor should have.

......

When Chen Xuanji sat back on the dragon chair of Changle Palace, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, under the support of the internal officer, stepped into the hall.

He lowered his head and leaned his body. He never looked up at Chen Xuanji from beginning to end. It was not until he walked to the front of the hall that he knelt down suddenly and shouted: "Chen Ping, the minister, pays respects to your majesty. "

"Uncle and I are clan relatives, don't be formal, get up." Chen Xuanji said softly.

But the man who bowed down did not get up, and still bowed his head and knelt on the ground.

"The minister has a request. If your majesty doesn't allow it, the minister will kneel down." The man said loudly, in a sad tone.

Chen Xuanji's complexion changed at that time, but he faintly guessed what the man was saying, but he didn't point it out.

"Uncle, what's the matter, but it's okay to say it." He said in a deep voice, his eyes flickering.

The man raised his head when he heard the words. It was a beautiful face that was frosty but faintly visible at the time, but this face had a hideous scar from the center of the brow to the upper right lip. .

Fengxing King Chen Ping is the half-brother of the first emperor Chen Tingzhu, and a beautiful young man who was famous in Jinling City at that time, but he was above the border, and was envied by Zhao Wang, Zhao Chu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The faces of countless women were chopped and fleshy, and they fell to what they are today.

Of course, although these things are frustrating, Chen Ping has also made great achievements in the battle with Da Zhou. In addition, Chen Zhou repaired well, and there were few wars on the border. Chen Ping was recuperating, and he had more than 100,000 cavalry in his hands.

What's more worth mentioning is that he is one of the few frontier generals who has not participated in the controversy. Now he holds a heavy army and is the most popular figure in Chen Guo besides Munch.

"Your Majesty, please help me, Da Chen Jiangshan!" Chen Ping shouted loudly, and his head raised up to the ground again.

"Uncle what does this mean?" Chen Xuanji asked calmly.

"In the past few days, Munch has changed several important ministers, replaced the court’s lifeblood as his own cronies, and dismissed Chen Ming’s post as a lieutenant on the basis of treason. The military headquarters has frequently deployed personnel. , This is clearly excluding dissidents. Although Munch has the merit of supporting the new monarch, this world is the world of Chen after all. His surname is Meng, and his majesty’s surname is Chen!" Chen Ping said sadly, sincerely, and a loyal emperor. The state of the country.

Chen Xuanji raised his brows, his expression still indifferent.

Seeing Chen Xuanji's refusal to respond, Chen Ping's expression changed, and he said again: "Have you ever seen the Emperor Xian?"

When Chen Xuanji heard this, his expression changed. After he entered the palace that day, Chen Tingzhu still had a breath, but the matter was extremely painful. He never talked to anyone. Chen Ping's question was obviously a secret. letter. Thinking of this, Chen Xuanji's expression turned cold when he looked at the guards around him.

"I know that your Majesty was sorrowing about the Queen Mother Meng Yu, but at that time, your Majesty was young and didn't know many things. Munch has long been unruly, and the first emperor had to act as a last resort."

Chen Xuanji was silent again for a long time, and finally opened his mouth.

"I have forgotten what happened back then."

"But Qin King Mengke has guarded the border in the west for many years, and his reputation among the people is quite high..."

"Your Majesty, since ancient times, the way of ministering, nine tins is the ultimate, Munch now holds the military and political power, he has no way to enter, and he is in his prime of life, how can he be willing to do this, this man looks like a tiger and wolf, your majesty must Defense." Chen Ping suddenly changed his face when he heard Chen Xuanji's words and said loudly again.

"Uncle's words I have written down." Chen Xuanji said so, he walked off the high dragon platform, came to Chen Ping, stretched out his hand, and raised Chen Ping's kneeling body.

Chen Ping was about to say thanks, but found that his hand was firmly held by Chen Xuanji.

He was startled, he raised his eyes and looked up, but he met Chen Xuanji's burning gaze, and his body was shocked.

"The country of the Chen family will always be the country of the Chen family."

"Uncle rest assured, I will always remember that you and I are one family."

......

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems that it will never stop.

"This trick pays attention to a sword that is like a dragon. Qi is the first and strength is the second. You have to remember."

"I remember the master, my daddy's daddy's daddy... The daddy also said that the form is the second, the strength is the main..."

Ning Zhumang listened to the conversation between the old and the young in the distance, playing with the bonfire in the snow a little boringly.

They stayed at the foot of the Yaqi Mountain again for half a month.

The swordsman taught the young man named Su how to do swords every day, tirelessly.

The young man is quite savvy. Any profound sword technique can be mastered with just a few days of sunlight.

But the swordsman is an immortal after all. He doesn't know how long it will take to give all of what he has learned to the young man. Thinking of this, Ning Zhumang is a little worried.

These days of death are not easy after all.

He was a little flustered in his idleness, and finally couldn't help but walked to the snowfield where the two were practicing knives, looking at the old and the young.

The young man is very diligent. Although the swordsman's requirements are strict, the young man did not complain.

"When is this? Are you still practicing?"

Ning Zhumang looked at the situation for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Then the old and the young looked up at the sky and found that it was already horrified.

"Uncle Ning is hungry, Mu An will go and catch a snow rabbit for you." The young man took the knife and said with a smile.

That's a pretty smile.

Of course this kind of rhetoric is somewhat inadequate for a teenager, but the smile is indeed very beautiful.

As the spring breeze in March wrinkles the water in the pool, it is like green waves swaying lotus flowers.

Ning Zhumang liked it tightly and waved his hands again and again: "Don't worry, don't worry."

But the boy still hopped into the depths of the snow to catch the snow hare in his mouth.

The swordsman also took the sword back into its sheath at that time, and sat next to Ning Zhumang.

"Good apprentice." Ning Zhumang couldn't help but nodded as he looked at the departing teenager, exclaiming with envy.

The knife man glanced at him and asked: "Envy?"

Ning Zhumang was taken aback for a moment. He thought of the purple-robed boy, smiled and shook his head, "I don't envy him."

He was very candid, but it surprised the swordsman.

After that, the two inevitably fell into a long silence.

Until Su Muan returned here with two hares, they began to pick up the dry wood around, while Su Muan was busy breaking the two snow rabbits in his hands.

He is extremely proficient in his technique, and obviously he often does such things.

Ning Zhumang looked at the busy young man with a sword on his back and couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Muan, didn't you say that your family is a swordsman for generations? Why is it carrying a sword on his back? "

"I don't know what was left by the ancestors." Su Muan lowered his head and busily responded, saying so. "Although no one in the family uses a sword, the ancestral training tells us to keep this sword in good health. One day our ancestors will come to take the sword..."

"Ancestor?" Ning Zhumang blinked. "Which ancestor?"

"Of course it's my father's father's father..."

Seeing that Su Mu'an started counting his seventeenth-generation father's cutscene again, Ning Zhumang suddenly felt a pain in his brain.

He hurriedly snatched the stubborn words, "How many years ago did it go? Wouldn't it be longer than the real person? Is it possible that your ancestor is still a fairy?"

"Of course. My ancestors were the most powerful and powerful swordsmen in the world." Su Muan raised his head and said proudly.

Ning Zhumang is also accustomed to Su Muan's temperament. Instead of arguing with him, he instead asked, "Maybe your sword can be borrowed from me?"

Su Muan was stunned, shook his head and said: "No."

"You little guy, ask you to borrow a sword. You said your sword is a tool for killing people. You can't take it lightly. That's all. Why don't you want to show this sword to me? You are afraid that I will **** it. Can it happen?" Ning Zhumang pretended to be angry.

"No, it's not." Su Muan hurriedly waved when she saw this. "This sword..."

He frowned with some distress, and then said: "From the day this sword was handed down, no one can pull it out, and except for the Su family, anyone who touches this sword will be pounded by the sword. Bitten by the intent of the sword."

The little guy said something very serious, but the more he was, the more curiosity Ning Zhumang became.

He stared at the extremely ordinary-looking long sword behind Su Mu'an, and said again: "It's so amazing? Then you should show it to me."

"It really doesn't work, it will hurt Uncle Ning." Su Mu'an solemnly refused again.

The swordsman on the side also opened his eyes. He had never heard of such a thing before. At that time, he said softly: "Mu An, you can show Brother Ning. He is also Linglong Pavilion. It’s okay to think about it as the head teacher."

Su Muan has always respected his master, but after hesitating slightly, he took off the long sword on his back and handed it over. But still not forgetting to say: "Uncle Ning must be careful, this sword..."

"I know, I know." Ning Zhumang didn't care.

But when he took over the long sword, he couldn't help but feel shocked. The seemingly quaint scabbard's bursts of sword intent, if there is no sword intent, faintly confirmed Su Muan's words.

The expression on his face suddenly became solemn, and the swordsman on the side seemed to have realized something from Ning Zhumang's expression. He set his gaze on Ning Zhumang and watched his next move.

Ning Zhumang held his breath and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, took a deep breath, and started to draw his sword.

And only a little effort is made here.

Zheng!

Only hearing a high-pitched sword sound, there was an awe-inspiring sword whistling in the scabbard.

The purity and vastness of the sword intent, Ning Zhumang's cultivation at the peak of the Great Evolvement Realm can't be compared with that of a drop in the ocean.

It's like an ant has met Mount Tai.

Quietly, his mind was shaking, and his face was pale.

He didn't dare to hold it big, and hurriedly threw the sword in his hand, but because of that, he couldn't help flying out several feet away and fell into the snow fiercely.

"Uncle Ning?" Su Mu'an suddenly exclaimed when he saw this. He ran over and lifted up the embarrassed Ning Zhumang in the snow.

The white-browed and black-haired teacher-instructor's face is not depressed, not because of how badly he was injured, but because he was thinking about his previous big words, and he couldn't hold back his face.

"Uncle Ning, are you okay?" He fell in Su Muan's eyes like this, and the young man couldn't help but asked with concern.

"Nothing...Nothing..." Ning Zhumang chuckled and tried to expose the matter.

But suddenly he seemed to remember something, and for a while, he looked straight at Su Muan beside him.

"Uncle Ning?" Su Muan was a little uncomfortable with him, and asked cautiously.

"Little guy, do you want to learn swords?" Ning Zhumang asked in a very abruptly soft voice, unaware of him.

"Huh?" Su Mu'an was taken aback, obviously never expected that Ning Zhumang would suddenly ask this question.

"Do you want to learn swords?" Ning Zhumang asked again, something shining extremely eagerly.

"My Su family have been swordsmen for generations..." Su Muan tried to tactfully reject Ning Zhumang's fiery enthusiasm.

"Nonsense, your ancestors had this divine sword, and you must be both a swordsman and a great swordsman." Ning Zhumang hurriedly said in a tempted manner.

He caught Su Mu'an's pain point, knowing that this little guy admired his ancestor very much.

"This..." Su Mu'an hesitated after hearing the words.

"Little guy, let me tell you that my Linglong Pavilion's "Thousand Characters Sword Classic" is one of the best swordsmanship in the world..." Ning Zhumang saw that Su Muan had a sense of looseness, Ning Zhumang hurriedly hit the iron while it was hot.

"But I heard..." Su Muan looked at the swordsman on the side, "Si blank space can't even catch Master's stroke..."

"This..." Ning Zhumang was suddenly dumb.

"Mu'an." But when he was a little unsure of how to continue to answer the conversation, the swordsman who had been silent on the side suddenly said.

"Huh?" Su Muan was taken aback.

"It's good to have more skills in troubled times." The swordsman said.

Ning Zhumang and Su Mu'an were both stunned when they heard the words, but the swordsman turned his head to look at Ning Zhumang at that time, with a rare smile, "Isn't you envious?"

......

"Master, didn't you say that the holy monk went to the west to ask that there were five masters and apprentices? Why did only one come back?" The little monk asked ignorantly, sitting in front of the holy monk's Buddha statue.

"Five people?" The old monk was sleepy, and he looked up at the little monk after hearing this for a while.

"Yes, five people, where are his disciples? Are they all dead?"

The old monk smiled and shook his head, "There has always been only one person."

"No? There are clearly five." The little monk said confidently. He didn't know where his determination came from, but he was sure of this matter.

"Holding the heart ape is Wukong, and anchoring the mind to transform the white dragon."

"There are a total of eight precepts in the eight precepts, and the peace of mind and body is enlightenment."

"Westward travel has always been a matter of one person."

The old monk smiled and said, he squinted his eyes and fell asleep.

The little monk heard the rain and the fog, and couldn't help asking again: "Then he went to the West and encountered so many difficulties, which one do you think is the saddest?"

The old monk turned his eyes to look at the little monk, his eyes deep, and only after a while did he mutter: "Love."

The little monk once didn't understand why the relationship was sad.

The Buddha said, "There is no self, no one, no sentient beings, no life expectancy, pink skulls, white bones, skins and flesh.

Since it is destined to lose the loess, how can love be sad.

This Guanglin ghost once did not understand a question, but at this time he suddenly understood so little.

He looked at Liu Dingdang not far away, feeling like a mess.

Perhaps because of a catastrophe, Liu Dingdang was seriously ill.

Guanglin Gui couldn't be cured after several attempts. Doctors from Qingzhou and large and small were also taken prisoner by him for a trial, but they did not prescribe any good medicine.

Looking at Liu Dingdang who was pale day by day on the sickbed, Guanglingui's brows surged with anger.

He looked at the many doctors in the room trembling and going through the medical skills, patted the front wooden table, and shouted.

"Three days! If she doesn't get better within three days, you will all have to die!"

Following his words, the black breath poured out of his body, and instantly enveloped the door of the room.

The temperature in the big room suddenly became a bit cold, and the doctors turned pale.

Clang!

Clang!

But at this moment, there was a soft noise outside the house.

Guanglin Gui frowned and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the door.

Squeak.

The door of the room was pushed open at that time, and a figure wrapped in a black robe slowly walked into the door.

The turbulent black air in the house, when meeting the black-robed man, faded away like a ghost seeing the sun.

The black-robed man walked into the door of the room like this, and came to the front of Guanglin Ghost.

Guanglin Gui stared at the man~IndoMTL.com~ and frowned deeply.

"Who are you?" He asked in a deep voice, the strange black aura surging around him.

"I can save her." The black-robed man did not answer Guanglin Ghost's question, but pointed at Liu Dingdang who was lying on the sickbed.

"How to save?" Guanglin Gui asked again, and the vigilance between his brows was not reduced by half.

The black-robed man naturally felt this. He stretched out his hands and took off the black hood from his head, revealing his handsome face.

That is indeed a handsome face.

Sword eyebrows, star eyes, red lips and white teeth.

But his face was extremely pale, with no strands of hair on, and nine ring scars neatly perm, he was clearly a monk.

The Buddha beads hanging around his neck also proved this point exactly, except that the Buddha was not made of some fine fragrant wood, but made of pale things.

Just a glance, Guanglin Ghost saw it. It was a material taken from the skull of a dead person.

The beautifully born man smiled faintly at that time: "I am Senluodian, the co-lord of the ten temples, the king of Ksitigarbha!"

"So what?" Guanglin Ghost didn't buy it, his brows were still frowned.

"Her disease is a congenital disease. Medicine stones cannot be cured. Even if you invite all the doctors in Da Zhou, you are at a loss. If you want to save her, only my Senluodian has this ability."

"What do you want me?" Guanglin Ghost's brows were still frowning, but his tone became loose. He didn't know what the man said, but he just didn't want to accept the fact.

"Simple." The man smiled again when he heard the words. "Just enter my Senluo Temple."

Guanglin Ghost was silent for a long time at that moment. He looked at the unconscious girl, but his expression finally sank. Nodded heavily and said: "Okay!"

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