Central Province Prefecture City·In a separate courtyard.
"Hahaha, why are you so polite, sir?"
"If you have free time, I will naturally go and see the scenery of Zhongzhou that you mentioned."
"Just listening to your description, I am already very happy, not really yearning for it, but you also know that I am busy with official duties, and my daily arrangements have been prepared. I wake up from the time of sunrise to the morning dew, and I can only rest at the third watch of the night. But I don't know when and what day I can go and have a look."
"It is our great fortune that Your Highness is so diligent."
"It is also a blessing to the people of the world!"
"Hahaha, why do you talk like those sycophants?"
A handsome man was holding a scroll, and was chatting with a dignified man. He talked about the elegant things in Zhongzhou, laughing and praising him from time to time. After a while, the dignified man stood up and left. The handsome young man smiled and said, "You are busy with official duties. I am here this time only for some private matters, so I won't keep you here."
The voice paused, and then joked, "Otherwise, you will be accused of colluding with local officials, and it will be difficult for me to deal with you."
The majestic man smiled and said, "Everyone in the world knows that Your Majesty attaches great importance to His Royal Highness."
"We are not afraid of slanted shadows when we are upright, so we don't have to worry about this."
The young man said, "You still have to be a little cautious."
The majestic man laughed a few times and cupped his hands, "Hahahaha, of course, Your Highness does not need to see you off anymore, please leave."
The young man stood up and said goodbye with a smile. He watched the man go away, and then he sat down peacefully. He held a scroll in his hand and raised his head. He didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly said calmly, "Is everything done?"
"Yes."
"Take it out and have a look."
A young man who was more feminine than a man walked out, bowed to salute, poured tea for the prince, and then bowed back again.
When he turned it out again, he was holding a tray in his hand.
On the tray, store something.
It was a roll of white silk, with names written in black characters on it, which were left behind by the army. The last one was - Cen Yungui, who joined the army at the age of fifty-five and sixteen, traveled around the world, and went through the Battle of Mobei in the seventh year of Tianlong. Demon Kingdom Battle of the Fissure, the battle to quell the invasion of the Suzaku tribe in the south... accumulated military exploits, and accumulated one hundred and sixty-three Demon Race heads in the military tent. He was called the Cavalry Colonel for his martial arts, wore heavy armor, and conquered the world with a sword.
Next to the brief introduction of the name, there is a pen and a small cinnabar.
The prince picked up his pen and looked at the name. He didn't know what he was feeling, and said, "I was born in commoners, but I am able to accumulate martial arts and become a cavalry captain. I can't help but say that I am a loyal and brave person, but I don't know the military orders."
"But I don't know who owns the world in this world!"
"Still a bit stupid."
He picked up the pen and erased the name.
What this means is that the name Cen Yungui, this person who has fought for his country for forty years, escaped from death countless times, fought in countless bloody battles, drank and sang countless times, and the herding horse Demon Kingdom no longer exists, and personal will has no ability to resist at this time.
The prince put down his pen and waved his hand.
Then the young man with a feminine appearance unfolded the scroll.
This roll of white silk was unfolded, and the names of the members were written in various forms.
From a general of the Yunqi Army to a small soldier, they were all densely packed, all of them had great achievements in battle, but they were all erased with a cinnabar pen.
There are red marks all over the white silk.
That's all.
"Twenty-seven, this is the last one."
"The rest are all dead."
The handsome young man nodded and said casually, "By the way, where are the families of these people?"
The feminine man bowed with a smile and said, "Except for some smart ones who never had any family members, the rest are [dead]. The wives' family, the father's family, the mother's family, and those who are close to each other have all been dealt with. Let's take action and leave no hands or feet. Your Highness can rest assured."
The prince smiled and scolded, "You don't need to tell me about this matter. You just have to deal with it yourself."
"Hearing this made Human Heart feel compassionate. Maybe he couldn't drink for several days and couldn't sleep well."
"Aren't you just here to share my worries?"
The feminine young man replied, "This matter needs to be personally penned by His Highness."
The prince said, "Haha, you and I have grown up together since we were young. You also know that I hate such trivial things the most. You just help me share the burden. Ahem, let's not talk about these boring things. This palace is asking about the article [Ode to the Great Roc]. Have you collected it?"
"Father, he wants to change the name of the reign and call it the People's Revolution. This article by a famous scholar has been my favorite for a long time."
"We came to Zhongzhou for this article. Haven't you picked it up yet?"
The feminine young man knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said, "Your Highness forgives me, I will give you a few more days..."
"Kneel down for what?"
"You are considered one of my family members. You are different from those untouchables. Get up."
The prince smiled and asked his confidant to stand up. The latter naturally turned behind the prince and rubbed his shoulders.
The prince relaxed, raised his cup to drink tea, and said to himself leisurely, "This time I came to this land of Zhongzhou for two things."
"First, for this article <Ode to the Great Roc>, to congratulate the saint."
"The second is for the two cousins in this palace."
"After all, my cousin is my uncle's eldest son. He cannot and cannot kill all of his subordinates and father. He can only take his time. My cousin cannot die, but he cannot walk around alive. This time, we have to take him back even if we have to force him. This is just the reason [to congratulate the saint]."
"As for my cousin..."
The prince lowered his eyes, thinking of how they played together when they were young, but then thinking of the prince's crown robe, he finally sighed and said:
"That's too smart. Tell me, what should I do?"
The feminine young man said, "I dare not say anything."
"If you dare not say it, then you already know it? Tell me."
"I don't dare."
"Well, why don't you dare? There are only two of you and me here. I will forgive you."
So the feminine young man in black clothes lowered his voice and said, "Make peace."
The prince raised his eyes and thought thoughtfully, "The marriage... yes, we can't kill him, and it may cause some troubles. It's better to send him out directly for the marriage. As for the marriage partner, if it is other small countries, there is a chance that my cousin will control the government and endanger me. It just so happens that my father seems to have plans to marry Demon Kingdom..."
"Look for an excuse and marry Demon Kingdom and get married."
"The sky is high and the road is far away, so being smart is of no use."
The feminine young man said, "Your Highness is wise and kind."
He raised his eyes slightly, seemed to remember something very interesting again, and whispered a few times in the prince's ear.
The prince sighed sadly and said, "You are right, but if you are more ruthless, you should be like this... The father you mentioned died because of those three Demon Kingdoms. So, as you said, if I marry her to the king of a certain Demon Kingdom back then, what will my cousin, who is smart and decisive, no less decisive than a man, do?"
"Killed on the road out of humiliation."
"Or will you endure humiliation and live an ignoble existence for the sake of the stability of the world?"
"Or assassinate the leader of the Demon Kingdom on the wedding night?"
Holding the tea cup, he suddenly seemed a little complicated and said, "However, it's better not to talk about such things again."
"No matter what, I will not marry her to the Demon Kingdom."
"I can't do it."
Then the feminine young man seemed to sigh, regretting after all.
Then he knelt down, kowtowed and said:
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for lying."
The prince said, "I asked you to say it. There is no one else here. What crime do you have? Get up."
He held the tea and finally said, "When I was young, I used to play with my cousins. At that time, my father and uncle had a harmonious relationship with each other. When my father made mistakes, my uncle would always speak out to protect him. At that time, when the plum blossoms were in full bloom, I would play with my cousin on my back under the tree, while my cousin only studied there."
"When I was young, I was always immature and felt that the relationship between us could last forever."
"How could you have imagined that this would be the case?"
"Although I won't send her to those three places Demon Kingdom to get married, I can't tolerate her in the imperial city."
"My brother can't bear to imprison his cousin, and he can't bear to marry his sister into the wilderness, but the prince has to do this. After all, I will imprison Erlang in the palace, and then marry my cousin to Demon Race, who is good to our country."
Suddenly his body moved slightly.
The state official just walked out of the courtyard, his steps steady.
For a moment, they all had the illusion that the hairs on their backs stood up, as if there was some kind of cold sharp blade pressing against their hearts. Even within the human realm, the majestic Human Dao Destiny seemed to be unable to resist at all. At this moment, the entire courtyard fell silent, and the only sound of their own heartbeats could be heard.
But this feeling came and went just as quickly, disappearing almost instantly.
The prince lowered his eyes and looked at the ripples of tea in the teacup.
What was that just now...
Illusion?
While my heart was palpitating, I suddenly heard bursts of crying, and my expression changed slightly, so I got up and hurried back to the inner courtyard. Several maids and guards brought from the palace were groveling and serving a crying child. The child was only a few years old. He was the youngest son of the current emperor.
"Brother, brother."
"I, I'm scared, wuwuwuwu..."
The child cried loudly and ran to hug the prince.
The prince was very tolerant of the child and said, "What's wrong?"
The man who could have been the father of the next generation of emperors was still just a child at this moment. He was holding his elder brother's knees and crying loudly, but could not speak clearly. It was not until a long time later that he was comforted and stopped crying. He just sobbed softly and said, "Brother, I just had a dream, a very bad dream."
"I dreamed that I found a bird, and then I dreamed that the bird suddenly spread its wings and flew so high."
"I also dreamed that I found a small snake. It was only as thick as a finger at first, and it wrapped around my wrist and played with it. Suddenly it became very tall, but..."
The child started crying again and said, "Suddenly I saw a man holding a sword and cutting off the birds and dragons that flew into the sky. Blood drenched me all over. I was frightened, and then I woke up crying."
If you don't make a sound, it's enough. If you make a blockbuster, it will make a big difference.
If you don't fly, it's enough. If you soar into the sky.
Such a strange dream made the prince's expression change slightly, but he still suppressed the changes in his heart. He just squatted down to comfort his younger brother and said with a smile, "The dream is just a dream. It doesn't count. Don't think too much."
He stretched out his hand to wipe his brother's tears, but was stunned.
There was a slight cut on the child's temple. It wasn't big, but it was real.
There was a slight pause.
Then the prince reacted instantly and said angrily:
"Come on, come on!"
"There is a traitor!!!"
Qi WuHuo Kill the Bandits Sword in the palm of his hand roared.
He used his sword to strike across the prince's beam of luck and tried it once. As expected, the confrontation of luck had little to do with distance.
And this also comes from the will of all living beings and the convergence of a ray of vitality [Kill the Bandits Sword]. For Human Dao Destiny, which is almost the same but has two ways of condensation, it has the same restraint as fire burning ice, or it can be said that it restrains and melts each other. However, because of this, it can break Human Dao Destiny's extremely strong defense and avoid most of the backlash of luck.
But even so, it is still just to avoid rather than ignore.
His wrist was in severe pain from the shock. Kill the Bandits Sword seemed extremely excited. He just slashed it, but it had no effect. After all, the sword was just trying to condense the luck. The luck was not pure, and compared to the prince's powerful luck beam, it was too weak.
Young Daoist put Kill the Bandits Sword into the scabbard.
"As expected."
"Even if I try my best, I can't possibly cause any harm to the prince."
"After all, it is imitated from the internal logic of Human Dao Destiny. If you want to use the principle of humane charm [protection] to complete the concept of Kill the Bandits Sword [kill], isn't it the opposite?"
"You still have to think of other ways."
He placed the sword beside him.
I mentioned the files and classics again, and went to the bookshelf to get more information I wanted to know.
With the help of luck just now, he glimpsed the roll of white silk full of ink marks and cinnabar.
At this moment, he should have put the sword into the sword case and continued to read the classics, but young Daoist seemed to have a lingering feeling in his heart. He always felt that some things should not be like this. Why were they like this? The old man who drank poisonous wine for seven years once fought his way into the Demon Kingdom, and fought so bloody that all his legs were severed.
Shouldn't he enjoy his old age?
Isn't he a hero?
Thirteen stick monks burned Sarira to open the way forward, six hundred sword cultivators Liberation by Violence died, and ten thousand cavalry fought until the end. Only twenty-seven people were left. And these twenty-seven people, unknown, drank poisonous wine alone for seven years, watched the Spring and Autumn Period for seven years, drank poisonous wine at night, looked at that sword and shed tears many times, and the souls of more than three million people.
Young Daoist stood quietly for a while.
He put down the classics he picked up again.
He raised his right hand and rested it on the hilt of the sword again.
Lift the sword.
Little Peacock asked doubtfully, "A Qi? Isn't it impossible to do it?"
Young Daoist replied seriously, "It's not that it can't be done, it can't be done, it's not that it can't be done."
"It just occurred to me."
"Can't do it and whether to do it or not don't seem to be the same thing. Unable to do it is to seek external results, which is what the Master should do."
"Whether you do it or not, it's about asking yourself inwardly."
"I'm not trying to make it happen, I just want to do it."
When young Daoist held the sword in his hand, the sword roared violently in the scabbard.
"A cultivator should calm down and look around the world of mortals. But after I have looked around the world of mortals, if I still feel unjust, I should draw my sword."
"Since there is no king's law in sight, then use force to break the ban."
Holding the sword with five fingers, Kill the Bandits Sword roared again, lowered his eyes, and the blue robe suddenly swayed.
Primordial Sword Canon and General Principle are flowing in my heart.
The husband's sword cuts off the seven emotions internally, and cuts off the ordinary mind externally.
Holding the scabbard with the left hand and the hilt with the right hand, when exerting slight force, exert force on the waist, then the shoulders, elbows, wrists, and the sword blade rubs against the scabbard, making a clanking low moan, young Daoist His eyes were calm, but when he drew the sword, it exploded. There seemed to be red luck on the sword. He looked at the prince's luck beam from a distance, and followed the method taught by fortune teller to slash it violently.
Or perhaps, it is to send away the destiny obsession on this sword.
[Kill the evil party in the world and kill the ghosts in the underground]
The other courtyard where the prince and Little Highness were temporarily staying was in complete chaos. Strong warriors in armor quickly gathered, as well as practitioners from Buddhism and Daoism. The prince had cold eyes and raised his hand to draw his sword, while the young man Hidden Dragon Guard was vigilant with a sword in his hand and said in a low voice, "Is it a battle of fate?"
"Which prince is it?"
"Which one is Prince?"
"If you don't have such an identity and status, how can you gather such luck and then attack?"
At this moment, an extremely violent and bloody energy suddenly burst out again.
Everyone's bodies seemed to be stiff.
The prince suddenly raised his head. In his eyes, he saw that the sky suddenly turned red. He seemed to see a bloody sword light coming towards his Human Dao Destiny. He seemed to hear the roar of countless people. The prince recognized that this was a human being. Instead, he relaxed and subconsciously shouted majestically, "Traitor, do you know that I am the son of Human Emperor?"
"Since you are a descendant of our human race, how dare you do something wrong like this!"
"Why don't you retreat quickly!!"
Raise your hand to mobilize Human Dao Destiny to horizontally attack and block.
Like a jade seal.
Make everyone you see and those you suppress kneel down.
Die!
But this time, the Human Dao Destiny that could withstand Imperial Road gate Divine Ability and Buddhist magic was shattered like this.
That bloody energy fell.
It is constantly being offset by Human Dao Destiny, but its momentum never stops.
Boom!!!
A violent wave of air exploded, and the courtyard was almost submerged. The prince's expression changed suddenly, as if he had never expected such a change. He took a step back, fighting for his luck, but at that moment he only felt a tragic energy that made his heart palpitate and made his eyes blur. It was as if a rough voice was roaring something in his ears, but he could no longer hear it.
The sound was too weak.
But there are too many and too complicated.
My mind went blank and time moved rapidly.
Blood flowed and fell, and the prince's shoulder was injured by the backlash of luck.
The Luck Light Pillar is still powerful.
The blood-colored strange luck was shattered by the prince's own Human Dao Destiny. Even so, the aura that struck him like a knife regardless of the loss, even though it was only for a short moment, actually had a tragic demeanor. The prince breathed rapidly, and the previous roll of white silk was raised in the air, torn and shattered, and scattered in all directions.
There is still some sunshine left.
The names erased by the cinnabar can still be seen through the cinnabar in the sunlight, like figures stained with blood.
They came wearing armor and holding swords, shouting -
Now the prince finally heard the noisy, weak but powerful roar, which seemed to burst out from the thunder and fire, roaring with blazing anger and unwillingness--
Kill the thief!
Kill the thief!!!
Wow!
The white silk was swept by the strong wind and danced in all directions. Names were scattered in all directions, and the setting sun was like blood.
There seems to be a sword like the light of the sky and the sea of clouds.
The luck is condensed, like a sword falling down, pointing directly at the prince.