Song Xuan didn't know whether this world had its own will.
But he understood that he was now stuck at a critical step.
If he doesn't kill Mu Taoist, he won't get the luck favored by heaven and earth. This step may block him for several years.
"Husband!"
Seeing Song Xuan walk out of the room, Yao Yue walked up with a smile.
Song Xuan was a little uncomfortable with her having one husband at a time at first, but that's just how people are, and you'll get used to it as time goes by.
"That old fellow Mu Taoren has built up momentum and wants to use public opinion to force you to fight in the Forbidden City."
Yaoyue smiled disdainfully, "This little trick is so childish and ridiculous. With your steady temperament, you shouldn't go, right?"
"If it were the past, I definitely wouldn't go!"
Song Xuan touched the long sword at his waist and said with a smile: "But now, I will go!"
Yao Yue frowned, "The city is already full of troops, so there is no need to take risks. Just waste it with them. Hundreds of thousands of troops are piled inside, and they will be eaten by horses. Within a few months, they will be unable to hold on. live."
Song Xuan shook his head.
No, if it's just to kill people, he can afford to wait, but if he wants to be blessed by heaven and earth, it's not just as simple as killing people.
The meaning of this side of heaven and earth is already very obvious.
That is to ask him to kill his people, destroy his emperor, and destroy his country's destiny on the top of the Forbidden City, in front of everyone's eyes!
If you want luck, then use your true skills to get it. If you want to use tricks, the world will not approve it.
Seeing that Song Xuan seemed to have made up his mind, Yao Yue no longer hesitated, but stood with him holding a long sword, "You have always had ideas since you were a child. Now that you have made a plan, let's go.
Just feel free to fight against Mu Taoist. As for the other Xiao Xiao disciples, I will take care of them for you! "
Song Xuan smiled.
He likes Yao Yue's cheerful temperament, she doesn't do things sloppily, and she doesn't ask questions all the time like her mother-in-law.
...
The sky was getting dark, and a full moon began to appear in the sky.
Although there was no one in the palace, lanterns were hung everywhere, and the lights were bright and bright.
Around the palace, the rooftops were filled with people practicing martial arts. On the top floor of a restaurant, Huang Taiji was surrounded by a group of masters. He sat by the window and watched quietly.
At this moment, a master next to him suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
"coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of thunder and lightning seemed to appear between the sky and the earth. Like a thunderous thunder with a frightening roar, it cut through the sky and exploded continuously in the void.
Before anyone arrived, the majestic sword intent caused the earth to tremble, the houses shook, the trees moved without wind, and the gravel on the ground swept up, as if a tornado had blown up.
The thunderous figure suddenly landed on the top of the Tai Chi Hall amid the admiration and cheers of the onlookers. The light dissipated and slowly revealed its figure.
Wearing a gray cloth robe and a basket-like bamboo hat, he looked like a woodcutter in the mountains or a fisherman by the river. He looked ordinary, but no one dared to be disrespectful.
He is a Mu Taoist and a master of the Qing Dynasty.
He single-handedly led the rise of the Qing Dynasty and tore a territory from the Zhou Dynasty!
"I'm here, where is Song Xuan?"
Mu Taoist's voice is not loud, but it is strong and powerful. It can be clearly heard by people more than ten miles away, as if it is ringing in the ears.
Huang Taiji looked at the figure that made him feel both awe and resentment, his eyes full of unwillingness.
He wanted to be a real emperor, not just a puppet, but unfortunately, he could only keep this idea in his heart and did not dare to express it at all.
Because the masters guarding him came from the Ghost Villa established by Mu Tao Ren. Whenever he dared to make any changes, these people could make him die in a dignified manner without Mu Tao Ren's orders.
"I hope the Imperial Master can kill Song Xuan in one battle!" Huang Taiji looked expectant.
But in my heart, I was already roaring at this moment:
Fight, fight quickly, fight to death! It's better to die together!
But the next moment, he was troubled again.
No, that old Bideng can't die yet. If he dies, he will not have the power to compete with the masters sent by Zhou to carry out assassinations.
Madhu, it’s really frustrating to be the emperor!
When Huang Taiji was extremely entangled in his heart, the moonlight was like flowing water on the horizon, and a white-robed figure came out of the sky, like a true immortal entering the mortal world under the moon!
"Song Xuan is here!" Huang Taiji exclaimed.
In the Forbidden City, countless spectators made an uproar one by one, and many people even cried with joy, looking at the figure who looked like a swordsman with fanaticism.
Stepping in the void, as if walking on flat ground, Song Xuan walked without making much noise, but wherever he passed, the shock caused by Mu Taoist's sword intention all calmed down in an instant, and everything became calm!
Seeing this, countless people cheered excitedly. Whether it was Taoist Mu or Song Xuan's appearance, they were both extremely stunning and truly shocking.
I thought this was a duel between martial arts masters, but now it seems more like a battle between sword immortals. The fighting between warriors is not as exciting as the legendary battle!
Song Xuan landed on the top of a palace, looking at the majestic Mu Taoist, his expression became slightly solemn.
The next moment, he slowly said, "Do you regret it?"
Mu Taoist pondered for a moment, "Crack the earth to become the king, the three flowers are innate, I have accomplished everything that mortals dream of, why should I regret it?"
Song Xuan stared at his indifferent expression for a few seconds, "In order to enjoy the power of these decades, you cut off your future martial arts path. Do you really have no regrets?"
Mu Taoist was silent.
Do you regret it?
Sort of.
If he had not cut off the dragon vein and was abandoned by heaven and earth, although he could not condense the three flowers, he could still be promoted to the double flower martial arts master. In the future, it is not impossible to have the opportunity to become a grand master.
But now, it's too late.
When you take that step, there is no way out.
"I've never understood it. With your qualifications as a Taoist, it's impossible for you to reach the master level, but why do you want to cut off your own path?"
Mu Taoist sighed, "Actually, all the experts in the world know the method of severing dragon veins. But for hundreds of years, no one has dared to try it.
No one knows what will happen after cutting off the dragon vein, and what will happen if the national luck is used to assist the practice. There are different opinions, but they are all just guesses.
It is possible to reach the sky in one step, or it may be catastrophic. Relatively speaking, the possibility of catastrophe is greater.
I, a Mu Taoist, have never been weaker than others in my life. I will do what others dare not do, and I will gamble when others dare not!
Either I can reach the sky in one step, or I can never recover and be forced to be inferior to others. I can't do that!
Rather than live an ordinary life, I would rather die vigorously! "
