Whether your minister will die or not is often something outsiders talk about.
Ximen may have also thought about the consequences of such a scholar in white doing these things.
But when the mountain-moon barrier was shattered by the Prime Minister, and the torrent that had once stayed in such a green mountain came along such a gap, the sword cultivator, who was only twenty-five years old, had no time to think about so many things.
After all, the sword light grazed his ears very realistically, and the blood splashed vividly in front of his eyes.
Shanyue City fell into chaos. Even Zhuxi and Ximen could not be found.
Fortunately, Sang Lan left decisively at that time.
After the city was broken and the practitioners came with the army, the people in the city had already left from the north, and the city was empty, just like the cracks in the mountains that opened above the streets.
Ximen didn't know where those people could escape to, but after such a barrier was broken, they had to become a barrier in this mountain city with their bodies like Lingnan sword cultivators.
After all, relatively speaking, in the entire Xuanxu Courtyard in the world, people from the Witch and Ghost Path still account for the majority.
Otherwise, if we really retreat all the way, no one knows how far Qing Xiang and the others can advance.
Ximen had retreated to a rather high street somewhere in the city. After all, he was neither an expert nor a fool. Standing alone in the gap of the barrier, apart from being able to look cool, it probably had no effect.
In the past, such a young man might still have some scruples about doing things to the world.
It was just when the Prime Minister slashed the green-red sword turned into a piece of hanging jade towards the barrier - such a mighty force, even if it did not fall directly into the world, it still caused the death of many people in Shanyue City.
Even in the end, the most direct reason why Ximen had to leave through the gap in the barrier was because the Prime Minister appeared in front of the battlefield.
The scholar had already put away the sword in his hand, and the green-red sword turned into an innocent piece of jade, hanging on the waist of Bai Yi. The scholar stood on the top of the green mountain in the battlefield, holding up Holding the Tao Jue with his hand, the Tao wind of the world blew from behind Mei Banbai's white clothes.
In the entire Shanyue City, no one can stand on top of the city.
Ximen held the broken knife and guarded such a long north-south mountain city street. At the beginning, only some scattered soldiers and practitioners appeared here.
As more and more people poured into the city, such a long street that intercepted the torrent was naturally noticed by the practitioners of many Xuansheyuan.
Ximen's appearance may not be very outstanding, and Ximen's name is naturally not well-known to Huangliang people.
It's just that there are no people in the world who enter the Taoist path at the age of twenty-five. They are no simple people.
Ximen held the broken knife and stepped forward calmly. With a surge of vitality, he flew away the soldiers and some low-level practitioners who broke into the long street.
The knife is naturally broken, but Ximen seems to have adapted to such a broken knife. The energy of heaven and earth surges outside the broken knife. The broken knife is obviously slender and thin, but it can cut down the long street with one blow.
The streets and alleys of Shanyue City are naturally rugged, sometimes high, sometimes low, with considerable ups and downs. In addition, the foundations of the mountains were shattered by the Prime Minister's swords, and countless cracks appeared on the streets. It makes such a city in the mountains feel like a return to ancient times. A long time ago, the footsteps of the world had not yet set foot on this land of green mountains.
So those people who were carried away by Ximen seemed to fall into the abyss, fell into the streets and alleys, and fell into the cracks.
Ximen originally thought that many Dao cultivators or some spiritual wizards would arrive soon.
It's just that after he was stained with rich blood, he saw a gentleman in his thirties who looked extremely weak in such a battlefield.
Holding the knife in his hand, Ximen looked across the bloody street and frowned at such a frail scholar who was out of tune with the battlefield.
The people of the Witch and Ghost Path are actually weak, but they will not send themselves to the front of the battlefield. Instead, they will continue to sing the witchcraft and ghost arts south of the mountain city and suppress the sword cultivators in such a city.
Sword Intent Cultivators often do not appear on the front of the battlefield, and those sword lights represent their whereabouts.
It's just that such a scholar is neither a swordsman nor a witch and ghost cultivator.
Then the motive of such a person appearing here naturally becomes very suspicious.
Ximen hesitated for a while, but still showed no mercy. He stepped on the blood-soaked street stones and fell with the knife towards the south of the long street.
The scholar raised his head and looked at the sword of this prisoner in amazement.
"What a Simon."
Ximen, who was leaping in the air, frowned, but before he could think of anything, the look on the scholar's face became solemn, and he raised his hand to hold something like a finger bone around his waist. Suddenly He asked: "What will happen after the Great Dao is abolished?"
Although Ximen is not from the Taoist sect, he has naturally read The Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox as a book of enlightenment for the Northern Dao.
If the Great Dao is ruined, there will naturally be benevolence and righteousness.
Of course Simon would not be stupid enough to answer such a question.
It's just that the scholar said the rest of it very calmly.
"Be kind and righteous."
If Ximen had ever seen a young man wielding the ancient technique from Qingniu Five Thousand Words in the Heavenly Prison, he would probably have understood what it meant at this time.
It's a pity that Ximen has never seen it.
So he didn't put away the knife, but still fell towards such a scholar.
So in the next moment, the whole street was filled with thunderous wind.
The moment Ximen felt Daofeng's eyes, he seemed to have entered another world.
It is not a courtesy to the world, but it is better than a courtesy to the world.
At that moment, all the vitality of heaven and earth on the broken knife was wiped away.
Simon remembered the feeling he had when he held the knife for the first time many years ago.
Just like now, it is empty, without vitality, without any so-called rhythm of heaven and earth, or the power of a broken sword.
Getting used to broken knives may be a good thing, but for now, it can only be a bad thing.
Although no one came to stop Ximen, the scholar still stood there unharmed after Ximen's knife fell.
The broken knife fell down in front of the scholar and landed on the stone slabs of Shanyue City's long street, making a sonorous and powerful sound of gold and iron.
Ximen was astonished and pulled out the broken knife from the stone slab, stood up straight and looked at the scholar not far in front of him.
"It turns out it's a forbidden technique. I thought only the prime minister could do such a thing."
Mr. Fengwuyuan from Yaofeng Zuyuan said softly: "Actually, I can't do it either."
Of course Fang Zhiqiu wouldn't.
Such an academy gentleman who had never practiced Taoism was able to perform Taoism simply because the finger bone in his hand came from a certain Huangliang scholar thousands of years ago.
Ximen was silent for a while, and did not discuss the problem with Fang Zhiqiu. He looked up at the practitioners who had stopped moving forward, and the human soldiers coming from behind Fang Zhiqiu. He looked at the scholar again, and slowly Asked: "The great road is gone, where is the benevolence and righteousness?"
Fang Zhiqiu stood quietly behind the soldiers and said softly: "I'm not a saint, how do I know?"
He is just a Mr. Academy, not even a Mr. Qingniu-in, just a Mr. Fengwu-in, and maybe he really won’t know such a thing.
Perhaps it was Ximen's question that really aroused some interest in him. The scholar thought about it seriously, looking at Ximen who had just been a cultivator of the Dao and stopped the torrent, but now he was trapped in some human soldiers. He thought seriously. He said: "Compared to killing ten people with one sword, killing one person with one sword is naturally benevolent and righteous."
Ximen remained silent.
The vitality of heaven and earth in this street and alley has been blocked, and the west gate of the divine sea is empty. It is probably true that it can only kill one person with one sword.
Ximen actually thought that he would fall into some dangerous situations, such as being surrounded by many upper-level monks, being trapped by countless witch rivers, or facing such a white-clothed prime minister in person.
But he really never thought that he would be surrounded by some human soldiers in this street.
Not only that, when Ximen was fighting among the soldiers with his sword in hand, he also saw many people holding bows and arrows behind the scholar.
Fang Zhiqiu looked down at such a phalange and raised his head in regret. Forcing the scholar to do such a despicable thing, there must be some irreconcilable conflicts between Xuansheyuan and Shenhe.
"Actually, whether or not to kill you Huai'an people is meaningless."
Fang Zhiqiu said softly, raised his hand, and the sound of countless bows and crossbows being fully loaded was heard.
"But it is meaningful to kill the people of Heavenly Prison. After all, Heavenly Prison belongs directly to Kamigawa. Since we may not see Kamigawa until our death, naturally we can only seek something extra."
Ximen cut open the armor of a soldier in front of him with a knife, and looked up at the scholar at the end of the street and the crossbow arrows that were ready to go.
As the sound of those full strings sounded, those soldiers no longer moved forward. After all, their purpose was just not to let such a person from heavenly hell get close to Fang Zhiqiu.
Ximen looked at the crossbow arrows that were sharp enough to turn him into a hedgehog. He was silent for a while, shook the blood on the knife, and said softly: "So I have always been curious about what makes Xuansheyuan so crazy. "
Fang Zhiqiu said calmly: "Of course it's because your Majesty stole some things from Xuansheyuan."
Simon frowned and said, "What?"
Just when Zhiqiu was about to say something, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the green mountains and streets.
On this long street, a very melodious flute sound suddenly appeared, but the sound of the flute became intermittent as it was played, and was accompanied by some very embarrassing coughs.
Ximen also looked up, but a bloody Zhuxi, wrapped in a lot of Taoist rhyme, happened to appear on this street.
Zhu Xi, who is also a prisoner of heaven, faces a story that is not much easier than Ximen's.
It’s just that not many people know the art of the ancient way after all. The dean of the Heavenly Prison who originally belonged to Shanyue City did not end up in such a miserable state as Ximen. Although he had a lot of blood on his body, he also came from the siege over there. He rushed out and came here to help Ximen.
There was a majestic Taoist rhyme in the sound of the flute, which fell from the long street and turned into countless bamboo leaves-like Taoist inscriptions, cutting on everyone, causing quite a commotion.
Zhuxi is outside the Forbidden Law Street, so it is naturally not affected by Fang Zhiqiu's phalanx.
As an ancient Taoist sect, Lin Ziguan has been in decline even though he has inherited it so far, but after all, he will not be like a person like Ximen who was born in the Five Swords sect, who still refuses to retreat after hearing the words of Taoist waste.
Therefore, although Zhuxi had already rushed here, he did not get close to such an area. After coughing a few times, he put down his flute and raised his hand to pinch the Taoist formula. Countless Taoist texts circulated, arousing the sound of wind in the street and rolling up many fragments. The stone bricks, together with the fallen leaves from the green mountains, fell towards such a scholar among the crowd.
If Fang Zhiqiu is indeed a cultivator of ancient Taoism, he probably will not be forced to retreat by these Taoism techniques.
It's a pity that this is a serious Mr. Fengwuyuan, who is just a common man. Even if he can use Qingxuanxu's finger bones to perform some Taoist techniques, he cannot have a strong body like a real Taoist.
The Xuanxuyuan gentlemen surrounding him sent Fang Zhiqiu away the moment the Zhuxi Taoism gained momentum, away from the streets.
As a result, the ancient technique could not continue naturally and turned into a breeze, dissipating in the long street.
Ximen and Zhuxi looked at each other and did not stay any longer. Those crossbow arrows came late, but they probably had no effect. The two left here very quickly.
Only then did some Taoist cultivators and sword cultivators from Xuanxuyuan hurriedly come from the direction where Zhuxi appeared.
Fang Zhiqiu silently held the phalanx and stood there looking at the Taoist priests and sword cultivators who had arrived late, naturally feeling a little regretful.
There is indeed a gap between North and South Taoist cultivation.
From the beginning, they focused on Ximen.
After all, such a young man was once as famous as Cheng Lu. After entering the Dao in Shanyue City, he was also in the realm of four layers, not the three layers of Zhuxi.
That's why Fang Zhiqiu, who was carrying the Qingxuanxu phalanges, appeared here instead of over at Zhuxi.
However, they did not expect that a Taoist like Zhu Xi, who had always been unknown, would break away from the siege of several upper-level practitioners of Xuanxuyuan so quickly, which also led to Ximen's escape.
Liu Chunfeng was the last one to appear here, and this Chunfeng Taoist cultivator had a very distinct fist mark on his face.
"It is true that none of the ancient Taoist sects in the Hangu Temple era are easy to deal with."
Liu Chunfeng said sadly: "It's my problem."
Fang Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Liu Chunfeng, and said slowly: "Can't you beat him?"
Liu Chunfeng was silent for a while and said softly: "There is no matter of life or death that cannot be won. It's just..."
This spring breeze boy who once pretended to be in the capital sighed and said: "My Taoist heart is vain, but his Taoist heart is firm. In other words, he knows that he must be right, but we don't know whether we are right." of."
So the divine sea moves slowly, so the mind hesitates.
So much so that such a Taoist, who could rival Liu Sanyue, intercepted the Three Layers realm with the Four Layers realm, but instead received a very ugly fist mark on his face.
Fang Zhiqiu fell silent.
On the streets of Shanyue City, which is fragmented by Mr. Fengwuyuan, one overlooks the green eaves of the human world smeared with blood.
It took a long time before Zhiqiu hung the Qingxuanxu finger bone in his hand back on his waist and slowly walked towards the center of Shanyue City.
"We can't be wrong."
The scholar said softly.
"We can only be right."
All the truths that have been said for a lifetime are meaningless at this time.
When they stood in the blood, they could only believe that they were right.
Liu Chunfeng stood there in silence, watching the scholar leave.
The Taoist charm on the Taoist's body kept reciprocating in the wind, and the Taoist words came out of the body, and then disappeared into the body again like breathing.
There was a sword light coming from the north of the city. I don't know which sword cultivator from the Little Sword Sect in the south discovered such a Taoist position, so he sent a sword.
Liu Chunfeng looked at the sword light in silence, raised his hand to hold it, pulled it with Tao Yun, circled around him for a long time, and finally threw it back.
Of course some things are just right.
For example, the trajectory of the sword light can be calculated.
As a gentleman of Xuanxuyuan.
Liu Chunfeng is very good at doing this kind of thing.
So the sword goes away the same way it comes.
As for the period of stay in the middle, perhaps it was the struggle of such a Taoist between right and wrong in the world.
If such a sword cultivator is still waiting where he is after giving away his sword, then he is destined to die like this.
Liu Chunfeng didn't think anything more, and headed deeper into Shanyue City with Fang Zhiqiu.
...
The prime minister was holding a jug of wine - he picked it up in a long street after entering the city.
This scholar is actually very rich, but he usually only drinks wine worth a few cents, so the minister will not care about the wine picked up from the ground. There is no distinction between high and low things that can relieve worries.
The minister held the wine bottle and walked along the long and messy streets.
In such a southern story, no one can stop such a scholar.
So at the end of the long street, of course no one would come out, draw their swords, look at the Prime Minister, and say, "You can't walk past."
Naturally, he also saw the story of Zhuxi and Ximen.
But such a scholar did not interfere.
Breaking the barriers in the world and letting the torrent flow across the mountain city is probably a very shameful thing for such a scholar.
If you are still doing that kind of thing of intercepting and killing the younger ones, after all, you are probably still a bit ungrateful.
The prime minister held the wine bottle and sat down on the street.
The long street is naturally messy, but it is also empty. Everyone has fled, and the battlefields have not fallen into this west alley.
The Prime Minister sat there drinking wine and quietly listening to all the noisy sounds in the whole mountain city.
The sword light filled the sky. If it fell on the green mountains, a lot of the mountain tops surrounding the mountain city would be cut off.
The scholar in white sat there silently for a long time. When he looked up at the hurried world, he didn't know what he thought of, but he shed a tear.
Then he heard a very childish voice speaking from somewhere behind the collapsed eaves.
"What are you crying for?"
