Rumor has it that there is a pair of colorful sparrows kept in the Imperial Palace of Daxia.
This pair of colorful finches has colorful feathers all over their bodies.
Whenever there is a big happy event in the palace, these two colorful finches will be released.
Today is the great day for Xia Yuan and Fengyi, the current emperors of the Great Xia Dynasty.
The colorful bird flaps its wings, and its colorful feathers reveal a bit of mystery under the sunlight.
The official road, which was originally bustling with traffic, seemed unusually calm today.
There were people from the army, as well as the royal guards in the palace, escorting the carriage.
Running on the official road.
Outside Frost City, 70,000 soldiers gathered.
Seriously, dark clouds are threatening to destroy the city.
Every soldier's face was filled with solemnity.
"Tsk tsk! An army of 70,000 people. In just one month, we started from scratch and built an army of 70,000 people. Even I can't help but admire myself."
Ah Tuo raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but say proudly.
"Haha! Someone really knows how to put money on his face. He only recruited less than a thousand people, but he insists on taking the 70,000 on his own head."
Zang Jian and Ah Tu can be said to be enemies who never get together.
Zang Jian, who had an indifferent temperament, seemed to be a completely different person when he met Ah Ruo.
Seeing the two of them preparing to argue endlessly, Leng Wushuang's voice rang out.
"Okay, today is Xia Yuan's big day. The three of us are walking in front, and the army will be left to Yang An."
Leng Wushuang got to the point.
Xia Yuan, everyone thinks it is reasonable to marry Fengyi, because there were rumors in the early years that Xia Yuan was in love with Fengyi. For this reason, Xia Yuan even specially placed a sword cage in the place where Fengyi lived. .
Specifically, a "Fengyi Tower" was built.
At that time, the matter was reduced to a mere gossip.
It is said that the emperor does not love the country but loves the beauty.
What's more, he even wrote a poem.
The name of the poem is, There is a Phoenix Coming to the Instrument.
The beacon-fire princes are beauties, and the ethereal fairy palace has the sound of flutes.
The yellow sand in the sky rises from the ground, and the sound of a flute signals the heroes.
The emperor's ambition is to swallow up mountains and rivers, but it is a pity that it is difficult to move the heart of a beautiful woman.
Who said that the emperor's destiny can't be shaken even if his heart is like black ice.
What this poem tells is the process of Xia Yuan pursuing Fengyi but failing to love her.
In people's inherent impression, everything in the world is the land of the king, and the land on the shore of the land is the king's ministers.
In the distant ancient times, didn't Zhou build the Star-Zhaing Tower in favor of his beloved concubine Daji?
But today, Xia Yuan failed to impress Feng Yi.
It once became a topic of conversation after dinner.
But in the blink of an eye, it was far from the beginning.
In the past ten years, how many decades can there be in the mortal world?
Most of them believed that Xia Yuan had melted Fengyi's cold heart after ten years.
"Xia Yuan must be preparing the Hongmen Banquet for us. If seeking immortality is what Xia Yuan urgently desires now, it is really possible that Yang Zhong is still alive. The inheritance of swordsmanship back then started with just a few of us."
Swordsmanship, which was all the rage for a while, has risen since then, whether in the martial arts world or in the army.
It's all up, the craze.
fencing.
Sword slave, sword apprentice, sword master, sword god.
When he said this, there was a touch of imperceptible pride in Ah Ruo's tone.
"Tch! I'm sorry, Yang An, a rising star, has already left you behind."
"Ahem! ***, you still have the nerve to accuse me. If I hadn't been decadent for three years, I would have left you behind."
"Brother Jiannan, please give me some advice."
"Martial Sword God will also go, right?"
Yang Feng thought of Wu Qiankun of Wugang Mountain and Chen Kang of the Lieyang Sect. These were the people who led him into the path of swordsmanship.
Hearing Yang Feng's words.
"Old Man Wu? Who knows about that guy, but if he is still alive, there is a high probability that he will come."
The sword god in the world today.
Zangjian, Leng Wushuang, Wu Qiankun, Jian Nantian, Fengyi, Ah Zuo, Lin Mu, Bai Ye, Ruxi.
Nine people.
Yang Feng has never seen the true appearance of the three sword gods behind them.
When Yang Feng mentioned Wu Qiankun, the first person to speak was Ah Tuo.
Ten years ago, when Wu Qiankun was ranked as the Sword God. Just forty-seven-eight.
Now ten years have passed and he is already over fifty.
"What about the other three sword gods?"
"The other three, except Ruxi, are nothing to see."
"Tch! No matter how beautiful she is, can she compare to our Sister Wushuang?"
Leng Wushuang is the well-deserved number one in the beauty list.
And it’s still the one that dominates the charts all year round.
"Ahem, Xiao An, you are telling the truth."
It was rare that Zangjian didn't say "stinky boy" to the left and "stinky boy" to the right, but instead called him "Xiao'an".
"Yang An, I'll leave the 70,000-strong army to you. The three of us will leave first."
After that, the three of them only brought some simple belongings.
Just left.
Only Yang Feng, leading an army of 70,000, was left, marching towards the capital of the dynasty.
Jiancong was originally the central hub of transportation.
Nowadays, there is an endless flow of people welcoming the bride.
Inside Fengyi Building.
Fengyi, who was carefully dressed and wearing a phoenix crown and harem, was truly a beauty in her prime.
"Feng Yi, it's time to set off."
A voice reminded.
The streets on both sides of Fengyi Tower can be described as a sea of people.
After all, the most beautiful day for any woman in the world is the day she gets married.
Who wouldn't want to see the beautiful face of Feng Yi wearing a phoenix crown and harem?
It's a pity that the red hijab has been covered on Fengyi's head for a long time.
The capital of the dynasty.
"Your Majesty, Fengyi has already set off."
"Well, I understand. About those sword gods, is there any news?"
"Report! Your Majesty, the remnants of the Jiang Dynasty came out of the mountain, and the 50,000 troops we sent to capture the remnants of the Yang family were completely wiped out."
"impossible!"
Xia Yuan's first subconscious reaction was, impossible!
With 50,000 troops, even if it takes half a month to fight, it may not be possible to finish the battle.
What's more, it's only less than ten days.
50,000 men and horses are gone at the drop of a hat.
"Your Majesty, it is absolutely true. Yang An, the son of Yang Zhong, has vaguely touched the realm of a master, and his swordsmanship is superb. The three gold medal killers and twenty-five silver medal killers you sent before were all broken in his hands."
"Grandmaster realm, you mean..."
"Your Majesty, this person is practicing self-made swordsmanship. This talent is really terrifying. After coming out of Duanmai Mountain, he seems to be a completely different person. He can control flying swords and enter the crowd of thousands of soldiers, just like watching fish. Flower viewing."
The guard reported some basic information about Yang Feng to Xia Yuan.
At first, Xia Yuan thought that even if Yang Feng had practiced his own swordsmanship and had a demonic talent, it would be impossible for him to reach the realm of a grandmaster without even taking decades.
Unexpectedly, in just three years, he had grown from a five-level swordsman to where he is now.
It's really terrifying.
"It seems that he is the big fish!"
The realm of the Grandmaster, this is the realm he dreams of.
Today, Xia Yuan is only forty years old, but he is extremely weak because he does not know how to take care of his body.
To keep fit and live longer.
He found a priest and worshiped him as his royal advisor.
I learned that there is a way to live forever in this world.
Need to break into the tenth realm.
Therefore, Xia Yuan made a prompt decision and decided to collect swordsmanship inheritance from all over the world.
At present, the only thing left is the inheritance of the nine sword gods in the world.
Now, Yang Feng has touched the realm of the Grandmaster, all he needs to do is find Yang Feng.
He will be able to find immortality.
"Here comes someone."
"My subordinate is here!"
"Come here..."
Xia Yuan told the guards around him what he thought.
He longed for the method of immortality.
On the way to the imperial capital, Yang Feng led an army of 70,000, marching under starry night.
