Zhongzhou, Zhonghuang Mountain.
The secret tomb of Emperor Wu.
Emperor Qian became a frequent visitor here.
The thoughtful people in Chang'an City have basically guessed that there is an ancestor of the Daqian royal family living in Zhonghuang Mountain.
As for who it is, many people are still speculating.
"The person who lives in Cangqiong Mountain is a Supreme Elder of the Kongtong Sect hundreds of years ago, Cangyun Taoist." Emperor Qian introduced.
The Emperor Wu Terracotta said: "Historically, those who rush to the front are usually the first to die."
"If you can help us consume the sword in Chu Xiu's body, he deserves to die." Emperor Qian said leisurely.
The Wu Huang human figurine shook his head, "It's not that simple. Taoist Cangyun alone is not qualified enough to lead Chu Xiu and Chu Jian."
"Ancestor, are you talking about Zhang Liang?" Emperor Qian raised his eyebrows lightly and said with a smile: "Taoist Cangyun should be more than 150 years older than Zhang Liang. He was once a proud man, even if his talent is not as good as Zhang Liang's. I'm afraid it's not much different.
In terms of strength, it would not be easy for Zhang Liang to deal with him. "
"You underestimate the Vermillion Bird Academy." Wuhuang Human Figurine said calmly, "From the moment he became a disciple of the Back Mountain, it was meaningless to talk about his talent.
Even a piece of mud can be turned into gold under the guidance of the dean. "
Chen Changsheng's appearance appeared in Emperor Qian's mind, and he hesitated for a moment.
The Wu Huang human figurine frowned and said: "This is an opportunity to test whether Chu Xiu has the three swords in his body."
"What do you mean, ancestor?" Emperor Qian asked.
The Wuhuang Terracotta Warriors said: "One Cangyun Taoist is not enough."
Emperor Qian understood and smiled: "Not only do we want to test it, but there are also some old monsters who will definitely seize this opportunity."
The Wuhuang human figurine frowned and sneered: "What if they think like you do?"
Emperor Qian was startled and said slowly: "I will make arrangements."
"It's better to be secretive. It's best to borrow the help of other forces." Emperor Wu's figurine said solemnly, "It's not appropriate for me to take action until Daqian takes over southern Xinjiang."
"good."
…
Cang Qiong Mountain.
Taoist Master Jinglong from the Kongtong Sect and Jing Yun, the first person of the younger generation of the Kongtong Sect, came to Cangqiong Mountain together.
"You just need to feel the thunder, and don't worry about anything else." Before climbing the mountain, Taoist Master Jinglong warned him.
"What do you mean by other things?" Jing Yun was curious.
Taoist Master Jinglong raised his eyes and looked at Cang Qiong Mountain, "There is an old senior of our Kongtong Sect living here. Recently, he did something very bold.
The head teacher decided to help him once. "
Jing Yun thought for a while and asked: "What is the relationship between this old senior and the master's uncle?"
"You are quite perceptive." Taoist Master Jinglong laughed and said, "He is the senior brother's biological son."
"That's right." Jing Yun nodded, then hesitated, "How does this disciple feel that you are implying that the next incident against this old senior may have something to do with this disciple?"
Jinglong Taoist Master brushed his beard and sighed: "Originally it has nothing to do with you, but you have a good friend who is about to become the central figure in these nineteen states."
Jing Yun's heart moved and he said softly: "Chu Xiu."
He doesn't have many real friends. The five people he made in Chang'an City, including Chu Xiu, Meng Xiaochuan, Wen Yi, Huitong, and Gu Chensha, definitely count.
"That's right." Taoist Master Jinglong said softly, "You should know that after Dean Feng ascended to heaven and left, the pattern of the Nineteen Prefectures began to change."
Jing Yun nodded.
“This old senior of our Kongtong Sect happened to witness Dean Feng’s ascension to heaven.” Taoist Master Jinglong said, “His strength happened to be strong enough that he thought he could become the new number one in the Nineteen Prefectures.
He happened to know that Chu Xiu might have Dean Feng's three swords hidden in his body.
A few days ago, a conflict almost broke out between the Nanhai Sword God and the Tang Sect. You should know that, right? "
Jing Yun nodded slightly, as if he had some realization, and said, "Is this old man pulling the strings behind the scenes?"
"Yes, it's him." Taoist Master Jinglong said softly, "Suzaku Academy has also confirmed that he is behind all this."
"So, he must die." Jing Yun whispered, already understanding everything.
Dean Feng ascended to the sky and left. The first one to jump out and provoke Suzaku Academy must die.
If this old man of the Kongtong Sect lives well, the power and influence accumulated by Suzaku Academy for more than a thousand years will be gone in one day.
Taoist Master Jinglong looked at Jingyun, "So, just stay in the clouds and feel the thunder. No matter what happens, don't come down."
Jing Yun frowned slightly, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.
Two people climb a mountain.
"Uncle Master, what is your attitude towards this matter?" Jing Yun asked in a low voice.
"Pindao is your protector." Taoist Master Jinglong said with a smile.
Jing Yun's heart moved, and he smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble my uncle."
"..."
Deep in Cangqiong Mountain, there is an ancient forest covered with vines.
"You've already left, why do you need to leave the three swords behind?" The old and faint voice sounded deep in the ancient forest.
"It's not certain whether there are those three swords." Another old voice sounded.
In the courtyard of the old man in the mountains.
The old man in the mountain was drinking with a gray-haired old man.
The two of them had been drinking together here for several days, and neither of them was in a very good mood.
"I only have one life, but I don't dare to test whether he has those three swords." The old man in the mountain took a sip of wine and said, "You have many talents in Tianji Pavilion. If you help me once, I owe you a favor."
Sitting opposite the old man in the mountain is the old man Tianji from the previous generation of Tianji Pavilion.
Lao Tianji smiled and said: "If you are really afraid, why stay in Cangqiong Mountain all the time? With your strength, if you are determined to hide, I'm afraid it will not be easy even if the dean comes to find you. "
The old man in the mountain poured himself a glass of wine and said with a smile: "Even if I have to hide, I will hide in the place I am most familiar with."
"Oh?" Lao Tianji was thoughtful.
The old man in the mountain said: "I suggest you go all out this time. Once the Vermillion Bird Academy knows that you are behind this, they will definitely use the Tianji Pavilion to scare the monkeys."
Lao Tianji was noncommittal and said: "Old man is different from you. You are alone and need to be responsible for the entire Tianji Pavilion.
Not only must we take action, but we must also do so quietly and not have anything to do with Tianji Pavilion. "
"It seems that you have already found a candidate to take the blame." The old man in the mountain smiled.
Lao Tianji smiled, looked up at the sky, and sighed, "When that man was there, I wished he had died on the spot; now that he is gone, I miss him a little bit..."
"If he really suddenly appears in front of you, I'm afraid you will be frightened to death." The old man in the mountain sneered.
Lao Tianji smiled and said: "If he can come back, he won't wait until this generation to leave."
"..."
The two paused, and they both felt the sound of two footsteps outside Cangqiong Mountain.
"The name of Crazy Sword is worthy of its name." Lao Tianji said with emotion.
The old man in the mountain said slowly: "This third gentleman is indeed a murder weapon."
Lao Tianji took a sip of wine and said, "Today there is the Crazy Sword, which is famous all over the world. But I don't know that a hundred years ago, there was another sword that was famous in the Nineteen States and was the tyrant among the swords."
"Ba Dao, Yang Ding." A light flashed in the eyes of the old man in the mountain.
A hundred years ago, when he was living in seclusion in Cangqiong Mountain, there was a young swordsman who, when he first came out of the world, used his sword to attack the world.
Later, the young swordsman climbed to Cangqiong Mountain and realized the thundering sword intention.
The old man in the mountain once gave the monkey a pot of wine to cheer him up.
Outside Cangqiong Mountain.
On the banks of a large rushing river.
Chu Xiu and Zhang Liang stopped.
"Junior brother, we seem to have overlooked one thing." Zhang Liang stared at a figure in coir raincoat sitting on the bank and said slowly.
Chu Xiu was silent for a long time and sighed: "It's not that I ignore it, it's that I underestimate it."
"He should be Yang Ding, the world-famous swordsman a hundred years ago." Zhang Liang's eyes flashed with a fierce fighting spirit, "I have gone to find him."
"I know." The figure in coir raincoat sitting on the bank of the river suddenly responded.
"Oh?" Zhang Liang raised his eyebrows lightly.
"In the past hundred years or so, all those who challenged me, except you, have become dead souls under my sword." The figure in the coir raincoat stood up, holding a long sword horizontally. "You were once an exception."
"once?"
"Yes, once." Yang Ding turned around and looked at Zhang Liang, "Your master's reputation saved your life."
"Ha~." Zhang Liang snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "It seems that the so-called tyrant sword is no different from other swords."
"Soon, you will know the difference between the Ba Dao and other knives."
