If someone looked at that weird sword and asked Song Yingxin what it was, Song Yingxin would probably just hold back a smile and tell him sincerely that it was a sword.
As for whether it was a sword or an arrow, Song Yingxin himself probably couldn't explain why he gave Qin Yu such a strange combination.
It's just that a sword like that does have an unusual meaning to Tiangongsi.
The sword has a good reputation, and there is another sword named Fei Lian in the Tiangong Division.
Taken from a certain phrase from the ancient Chu Zuo Tu, it is called "Wangshu in the front makes the leader come forward, and Feilian in the back makes the subordinates rush."
Wangshu, like the ghosts and gods of Da Siming Mountain Ghost, also belongs to the ancient Chu gods and ghosts, that is, the moon god.
When the Lord Attendant saw such a sword, he already knew a lot of things, and perhaps he thought of many beautiful meanings.
That's why he showed an extremely secretive smile before shooting that sword.
What he shot out was naturally not only the sword, but also his reputation throughout his life.
That sword ignited not only everyone's panic in the world, but also the body of the Lord Attendant himself.
Zhang Gong's sword was like a cloud breaking through the moon, cutting off all his escape routes with utmost determination.
But perhaps there was indeed no way out. When he admitted outside Siwu Square that he had killed Li Chenghe, Minister of the Ministry of War, the Lord Attendant was destined to become history.
...
The young man held an umbrella, like a stranger passerby, standing on a hanging street in the world, overlooking the story of such a palace city from a distance.
The look from the Lord Attendant really made many people notice the existence of such a young man.
But for young people, this is probably not important.
No one can block the eyes of the world, and no one can suppress the thoughts of the world.
When the Lord Attendant will die is probably the most important thing.
The sword shot into the palace, and the man appeared on the Star-Zhailing Tower. Such a mighty sword of Wangshu stopped in front of the human emperor like a docile lamb.
If it had a tongue, Nan Dao did not doubt whether it would lick the emperor's calmly stretched out hand.
The mere appearance of Kamigawa on the Star-Zhaing Tower made everyone in Huaidu calm down.
Nan Dao stood under the street umbrella and looked at the emperor quietly.
He was probably indeed a very good emperor in the human world, but no matter what, the young man could not have any good impression of this emperor like Liu Sanyue was in the bottle.
Maybe it's because His Majesty's suspicion of crime has never been to hell, or maybe it's because of the side he saw under the East China Sea cliff.
The young man just watched quietly.
Such a sword was intercepted by Shenhe, and the astonishing white energy that wrapped around the sword body quickly shrank and condensed under the emperor's sword intent, and finally turned into a three-point sword. The clear sword, which was more than a foot long, hovered in the night of the world.
But it is as condensed as the moonlight.
When Nan Dao saw this scene, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.
The vast majority of people in the world may not understand what those white auras are. Even the human sword cultivators not far away who stand on the flowing fire of the human world with their swords on their backs are looking over there with ordinary expressions. Just think of it as some special sword intent of that emperor, such as the young man's fine snow sword intent covered with snow flakes.
But Nan Dao knew very well that it was immortal energy, something similar to a condensed white light in his body.
The young man under the umbrella stood in surprise and looked at the white light falling into the emperor's sleeves. However, the young man remained silent and did not make any sound that would make others look at him.
But Peach Blossom in the Divine Sea was looking up at the air flow of the Divine Sea, and sighed softly and said: "It turns out that Your Majesty is also a member of the same group, Nandao."
The young man's figure appeared in the sea of gods. He raised his head and silently looked at the white light flowing over the island of vitality and growing undetectably. He asked softly: "Your Majesty, are you not afraid that the world will see it?"
"Of course I'm not afraid."
The man in white with a peach blossom face stood in front of the snow-stormed thatched cottage.
"After all, not everyone is called South Island."
Therefore, not everyone has such abundant Shenhai Yuanqi to breed something.
So probably only certain people can be seen.
The young man held the umbrella and paused in the divine sea for a moment, before his thoughts returned to the human world.
However, a sword cultivator from Qingshan Zhaoshui had walked over at some point and was standing next to the young man with his sword on his back. He looked at the people from the Siwu Demon Mansion who were plotting against him very seriously, and seemed to be asking casually. Said: "You seem to know something, Nandao."
Nan Dao looked silently at the sword cultivator who had let him leave Bailu safely. His expression was indeed quite complicated, which was different from Jiang Ye's.
After hesitating for a while, the young man could only say as calmly as possible: "Senior brother, why do you ask this?"
Shan Zhaoshui said softly: "Because you looked a little weird just now."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Because I thought His Majesty shouldn't be so short."
Shan Zhaoshui raised his eyebrows, this was probably a reasonable truth.
The Star-Zhaing Tower can be called "Zhaixing-Xing", so it is naturally extremely high.
Although some people once said that ten star-catching towers are not as good as one Mojian Cliff, but after all, this is the place where those crazy emperors in Huai'an live.
But it's probably still not high enough.
His Majesty even let such a sword appear near the Star-Zhaing Tower before finally showing up and holding the sword.
Of course this is a bit short.
Shan Zhaoshui looked at the young man and asked, "Then what do you think is high? In such a capital, if a sword cuts down the world and destroys everything, can it be called high?"
Nan Dao probably didn't think of his casual cover-up, but Shan Zhaoshui took it up naturally, remained silent for a while, and said, "Then what is high?"
This Qingshan Zhaoshui swordsman with extraordinary magnanimity looked up at the emperor holding the sword on the star-catching tower, and said softly: "At least the current Divine River is higher than the Divine River in the East China Sea."
So this is probably what Le Chaotian and Qingjiao said back then - everyone wants to go up, but those who are willing to look at the world are the saints.
Nan Dao said sincerely: "That's it."
The young man and his junior brother Le Chaotian had been together in Lingnan for only half a year, so it was natural that he would not know these things.
It's just that sometimes you have to act stupid when you should.
Shan Zhaoshui didn't say anything else. The young man thought that this Sword Sect disciple would leave like this.
Unexpectedly, Shan Zhaoshui stood there hesitantly for a long time, then looked at the young man and said softly: "I'm sorry about Lingnan."
This is naturally sincere and sincere and comes from the heart.
But after hearing such words, the young man's expression became indifferent and he said calmly: "Brother, apology is meaningless..."
The young man stood under the umbrella, looking down at what was going on below, and then looking up at the white-clothed attendant in the palace.
"It's the price."
Of course, Shan Zhaoshui knew what such a young man said, saw, and thought. He also knew what role such a young man played in the end of the Lord Attendant.
That's a key hook.
Shan Zhaoshui was silent for a while, then with a smile on his face, he carried his sword and left.
"Perhaps you can see something that everyone will like tonight."
Of course the Human Sword Sect didn't come here to watch the show.
...
Many of the decisions made by the waiter in white were probably extremely quick.
It was like this when I was in the Siwu Demon Mansion, and it was like this when I fully drew the bow.
The waiter in white looked very calmly at the human emperor standing in the high wind of the Star-Zhaing Tower. Perhaps he was smiling softly, so even some of the words he uttered were filled with a lot of emotion. A sense of ease and relief.
"What are you waiting for?"
As the white-clothed servant finished speaking, those demon clans, after a brief hesitation, passed over the white-clothed servant like a torrent and headed towards such a palace.
As the person who made the original plan, Que Yu looked at the man standing in the demon mansion with an extremely complicated expression. The cold water in the bottle was as cold as plum snow and osmanthus in the torrent rushing away.
"Some decisions can be made very decisively, but there is no way out, Qianyu."
Shui Zaiping said very calmly.
"In the next life, remember to pay more attention."
When people from the Siwu Demon Mansion really appeared outside such a palace, they naturally had no way out.
After being silent for a long time, Qianyu said softly: "I'm sorry, sir."
The great demon of the Demon Mansion, at this moment, naturally knew that Shui Zai Ping would reach the current stage because of some of his own decisions.
If the Lord Attendant is standing at a high place, of course he will fall.
But it shouldn't be, it's not a decent way at all.
Shui Zaiping said calmly: "This is my own decision and has nothing to do with you."
It's your own fault, it's a desperate move, and it's stubbornness without regrets.
Qian Yu just knelt down in silence, but this time he knelt down, which was different from before.
The great demon knelt down devoutly behind the bottle of water.
"Then Sir Attendant, I'm going too."
Shuizi Ping nodded calmly.
So Qianyu got up and left generously to die.
It is as heroic as even though there are thousands of people, I will go.
But there were not tens of millions of people in front of them.
In fact, there are tens of millions of people in the Siwu Demon Mansion.
His Majesty was alone, standing on the Star-Zhaing Tower.
But there's probably no difference.
When Qian Yu saw Shui Zaiping's sword being calmly taken down by the emperor who was said to be seriously injured, the ending of some stories was probably already doomed.
It is difficult for people in the Nine Realms of the Small Dao to imagine how vast the Dao Sea is for those in the Nine Layers of the Dao Dao.
People may indeed not know how powerful that human emperor is.
Shenhe just stood in the Star-Zhaining Tower and threw the Tiangong Si Jian named Wangshu to the human world of Huaidu - not towards the many big demons rushing towards the palace city and towards the Star-Zhaining Tower. .
He just dropped it in front of the Lord Attendant who stood outside the palace.
However, just like this, those overflowing and accidentally scattered sword intentions were like falling stars, killing many great demons in the demon mansion until bright red mountain flowers bloomed everywhere.
The emperor probably did not care about such a farce. He had no anger, no sighs, and no too many words. In the end, he just quietly glanced at the white-clothed waiter under the green umbrella.
"You kill yourself."
The way Emperor Huangliang dealt with such things was naturally different from the way Emperor Huai'an dealt with some such things.
When Lan Li stood in the Yingfeng Building, he probably imagined such a scene.
It's just that such a companion emperor can really do nothing but scold the ignorant people and rebels in the palace.
The Lord Attendant quietly looked at the crystal-clear sword that suppressed all the vitality and sword power in such a locust city, and sighed very perfunctorily but also said sincerely: " It seems that Your Majesty is indeed Your Majesty, and I am the loser today."
The people in the Siwu Demon Mansion had all died in the overflowing sword intent at the moment when the Lord Attendant sighed.
At this point, the people in Huaidu probably realized the fear and fear of those in the East China Sea during the battle in the East China Sea.
Before the story of Donghai, the human world had indeed not seen His Majesty take action for many years.
Therefore, people would not be surprised even if such a gentleman really gave up defeat so simply.
As if it should be so.
Or, it should be more decisive.
The Minister of War, who finally calmed down, thought sincerely.
For example, he should have killed himself before His Majesty showed up.
The young man saw this, and watched the people of the Siwu Demon Mansion who were rushing towards them, but slumped to their deaths, all being cut into pieces by the sword in the night. Then he watched the man holding the hilt of the sword, lifting the sword, and soon It's the white-clothed waiter with a calm horizontal sword on his neck.
Suddenly I felt a little boring.
Maybe it's like what Mei Xiyu said.
In life, there are always regrets.
The boy didn't look any further and turned around while holding an umbrella.
There were some exclamations and applause from the people in Huaidu.
There was probably blood blooming in the moonlight.
...
Xu Chunhua stood in an alley with a pale face. When a certain sword threw up a certain head, hit the green umbrella, and then rolled down like a fruit, this small town girl He screamed in panic.
This was the first time she had seen such a thing.
Fortunately, after the blood spurted out, it was covered by the umbrella that slumped down.
The Qingtian Taoist on the side held the umbrella that was not dry yet, and stood silently next to Xu Chunhua. The Taoist purification technique fell into place, which made this small town girl who insisted on coming to take a look feel better. Some.
It's just that some things are still extremely shocking.
For example, that emperor turned the torrent of monsters into corpses all over the place in a casual manner.
In the final analysis, this story is just a back and forth.
The sword goes and the sword returns.
After a long time, Xu Chunhua said softly: "Is it over like this?"
Mei Xiyu said softly: "Of course it's over. At the beginning of the story, many people have already seen the ending. If Your Majesty can't let these stories come to an end in such an understatement, that's probably what shouldn't be done."
The Taoist turned his head and looked somewhere in the night of the human world, and said slowly: "This is probably the reason why Heavenly Prison never panics."
In such a story, the life and death of the Lord Attendant are naturally destined.
What has always been uncertain is the life or death of such a young man.
So maybe the Lord Attendant was already dead when he was drinking a bowl of tea in the hell during a heavy rain.
It was only today that his head fell off.
The fruit will fall off by itself only when it is ripe.
Xu Chunhua was in a daze thoughtfully, while the Taoist beside her led her towards the night.
"Let's go."
Xu Chunhua looked at the many fierce sword intentions that were still lingering in the human world, hesitated a little, and said, "Don't you want to see the rest?"
Mei Xiyu looked back at those high-level human sword cultivators and said in a deep voice: "We really can't watch this."
Xu Chunhua asked in confusion: "Why?"
The Qingtian Taoist said with a solemn expression: "Because they really might fight. After all, this is not a matter between kings and ministers in the world, but a story in the world of cultivation. Both sides are sword cultivators. If we can't talk about the truth, let's go together. , there is only the principle of putting a sword on it."
Mei Xiyu said, looking back at the brightly lit human streets.
"If I guessed correctly, the people from Heavenly Prison should already be nearby."
Only then did Xu Chunhua finally remember the purpose of those human sword cultivators coming here.
Because a certain southern swordsman died.
So these are probably some unavoidable stories indeed.
But this small-town girl still lingered in place, standing at the entrance of the alley, holding on to the alley wall and looking around.
Mei Xiyu looked at Xu Chunhua's expression, but he also understood what she was looking for.
"You want to see where the South Island is?"
Xu Chunhua nodded.
Mei Xiyu's eyes fell on those streets and alleys. There was a long and secluded street in Huaidu, where a young man was walking quietly holding an umbrella.
Xu Chunhua followed Mei Xiyu's gaze and saw such a young man, but she breathed a sigh of relief.
Mei Xiyu said softly: "He wouldn't be stupid enough to actually go see those things in a place like that."
Of course you can read some stories in the human world, but there are some things you cannot read.
There are so many great sword practitioners in the Human Sword Sect that even Mei Xiyu doesn't want to be involved, let alone the young man who knows better than anyone else that he should hold on to the umbrella.
Xu Chunhua hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the Taoist beside her and asked, "The story of Lord Attendant is over, where will he go?"
Mei Xiyu also fell silent, and after a long time, she said softly: "I don't know either."
After all, he is just a four-level Taoist from Qingtian Dao.
Not the Lord of Hell like Liu Qinghe.
The whereabouts of some young people were naturally not something he could guess or decide.
Moreover, the young man really looks like a person who is isolated and deserves to be isolated from the human world.
The Taoist looked at the young man walking alone with his head down in the remote alley, thought seriously for a long time, and said, "Perhaps one day you hear it suddenly snowing somewhere in the world, and you will know where he is."
This is actually a very thought-provoking statement.
But Xu Chunhua probably couldn't understand it.
