"I'm not joking." Liu Yong said with a smile.
As a king with a different surname personally conferred by His Majesty, he has committed an assassination in public. No matter how you look at it, he is a treasonous person, but now he is speaking out openly, as if this matter is no big deal.
Back then, with one man and one sword, he swaggered from Lin'an City to Tianyang City. Everyone who tried to dissuade him along the way called him the dead soul under his sword. In the end, although he was stopped outside the Jian'an Gate of the Tianyang City Palace, the entire Tianyang City Everyone knew that he came to see His Majesty.
However, after that incident, no one dared to mention it in public, and even private discussions did not last long. Later, the matter could only appear as a rumor.
Being able to suppress such a big thing, no one dared to mention it, from the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty to the traffickers and soldiers. Only one person in Jiang State could do it.
Almost no one knows why King Zhenbei came all the way to the capital, and few people know where King Zhenbei went after the failed assassination attempt. It seems that what has been forcibly erased is not only the discussion between the government and the public, but also the incident itself. .
Gong Zhengfu has been shaken like chaff and has been in the local area for many years. He has long lost the courage he had when he was a student. At this time, facing the unscrupulous words of the King of Zhenbei, he did not dare to think about what would happen next. , and didn’t even dare to say another word.
"Okay, let's go. Don't be an eyesore here. You'll be in trouble if you stand any longer." Seeing him like this, Liu Yong seemed to be a little disinterested.
When Gong Zhengfu suddenly heard this, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty. Without saying any polite words, he bowed and walked backwards away. Only at this speed did he show that he was also a practitioner.
Liu Yong didn't even look at Gong Zhengfu, or he was just passing the time by chatting with him, because he was waiting for someone, waiting for someone who would never be able to wait.
As early as the first time he came out, he released his own aura. This aura can only be sensed by the level he belongs to, and it has no impact at all on the group of low-level practitioners in front of him who have not crossed the Dragon Gate.
He knew that when he stopped restraining his aura, someone would come to his door, and he also knew what consequences he would face. But he had already prepared for it. He wanted to be an ordinary person and take the last trip in an ordinary way. On the way to Tianyang City, if something like this happened halfway, it was God's will.
He couldn't help but chuckle. Sometimes when God thinks a person deserves to die, he won't even give him a month, but that's fine. It's also time to put an end to that matter, which is more than a hundred years late. .
As soon as the laughter subsided, a person appeared in front of him. The person appeared so suddenly that no one noticed his arrival. One moment, the place was empty, and the next moment there was someone here. Everyone was just seeing him. At that moment, I realized that there was someone else here.
The man seemed to be old, with white beard and hair. The linen clothes on his body seemed to have been washed too many times and looked a bit shabby. The old face did not have many expressions, and his emotions could not be seen, just like An ordinary old man from an ordinary family.
"Oh, why aren't you dead yet? You're already old, so you should die." Liu Yong, who had been smiling all the time, actually started to sigh after seeing this person, as if this was a very regretful thing.
"You are a little disappointed." The old man said calmly, his emotion could not be heard in his tone.
"More or less." Liu Yong said: "Although I know that it will definitely be you and only you will come, but I still feel a little regretful that I couldn't see him again."
What he regretted was not that the old man did not die, but that it must have been him who had brought the old man to death, and it could not have been anyone else.
"You can see me if you want," the old man said again.
"That's all." Liu Yong waved his hand, a little disinterested: "It's useless to see it, but there is something, you can bring it to him for me."
"Okay." The old man agreed decisively without asking what it was.
Liu Yong reached out casually, broke off a branch from the willow tree by the road, waved it twice, then spread it out in his hand, his eyes fell on the branch, and whispered softly: "After that year, I will no longer use the sword."
As soon as he finished his sentence, a strong sword intent rose up on him, either cold, chilling, sharp, or wanton, in short, extremely wild. The sword intent was only revealed for a moment, and everyone present felt it on their bodies. Pain, hair standing on end, and fear.
However, the next moment, these sword intentions that represented killing instantly dissipated, and instead, a strong sense of sadness filled the air.
"I thought I would never use a sword again in this life, but I never thought that after a hundred years of confusion, in the end, I would acquire nothing except the three styles of swordsmanship."
"Alas." A sigh seemed to penetrate into everyone's heart.
Everyone who heard this sigh felt that their life had been in vain. At such an old age, they had accomplished nothing. They were unable to serve the country, and they were unable to take care of the whole family. They were no different from useless people.
"Then help me bring these three sword techniques to him."
After saying that, Liu Yong carried the willow branch and walked slowly towards the old man. However, the further he walked, the more decadent he seemed, and the further he walked, the more desolate he became.
"You had to stop me outside Jian'an Gate back then, otherwise I would have died at that time. I would have suffered in this world for more than a hundred years. You are really bad."
His tone of voice was like a child complaining about his parents, or like a good friend complaining about his best friend.
"This first sword is called: Life and Death." As he spoke, Liu Yong waved the willow branch, moved forward slightly, and pointed at the old man.
Willow branches passed by, and Wei Feng's eyes gradually lost focus. He found that he seemed to have lost sight of who was there and what they were saying.
For a moment, I seemed to see my own funeral. My parents in my previous life were crying at my funeral. I seemed to see my wife, holding her child, sitting there with eyes blank, her face ashen and lifeless.
After his death, all the people he loved and those who loved him expressed their grief in their own way, crying to the end and crying blood.
"This second sword is called: Brothers turn against each other."
The willow branches swayed again, and Wei Feng found that he could not see anything. He could not understand what had happened. He only felt that his heart was pierced by a knife, he felt that the pain was so painful that he could not breathe, he only felt that everything in the world was lifeless, and he was extremely sad. , not hate, but hopelessness.
"This third sword is called: It is difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety."
Tears fell from the corners of Wei Feng's eyes at some point. He obviously couldn't see anything. He didn't know whether Liu Yong had drawn his sword. He didn't know how the old man opposite him responded. He didn't know why he was crying, but he just felt extremely sad. Sad and unable to stop the tears.
"You can bring these three heart-breaking swords to him for me."
