The sky is full of stars in the west, and the bright moon hangs high in the south.
Under the night, the lights are dim, the lanterns are put on at night, and thousands of lanterns enter the river. Coinciding with the Shelong season, Mingzhao is very lively.
In the side room, beside the railing, Yuan Yi stood here, looking far into the distance. Above the water, a boat was lit with lanterns. Some people were dancing, and some were playing piano, which attracted the young man on the shore to throw a thousand pieces of gold into the boat.
Mingzhao was originally an old Jianliang city. As the capital of the ancient Yue Kingdom, it has a long-standing reputation. It was a fireworks resort where the ancient Yue Kingdom was famous all over the world. It was also a gathering place for princes, princes, and noble families. It was also a place where millions of ordinary people were looking for wealth, status, justice, and opportunities. The best place. .
However, Jianliang will not give anyone a chance.
Because opportunities are earned by oneself.
After Jianliang was destroyed, the capital remained.
Three years ago, it fell from the sky, and the entire country was connected by the water.
Jiankang is undoubtedly the hub of Dushui, and it is also the default capital of Mingzhao people.
Migrant poets from the south to the north, self-proclaimed literati and celebrities, and wanderers with swords all gathered here along the Dushui River. Together with the rich businessmen and the dissolute and dandy family members, they competed for their heads and endured a lot of gold. Throw it away to catch a glimpse of the skinny horse’s beauty.
The women on the boats and the libertines in the lofts along the river, under the moonlight and reflected in the water, are a grand scene of Jiankang.
All of this is reflected in Yuan Yi's eyes.
The city guards were wandering outside the attic, and the imperial guards were secretly watching.
In the largest restaurant in Jiankang City, aristocratic families from all over Mingzhao and famous families gathered here, drinking and drinking, talking and laughing.
Some of them are relatives of the old emperor of the ancient Yue Kingdom, and some are new aristocrats established by powerful foreigners...
The reason why they can gather together is naturally because of Yuan Yi.
This is how Yuan Yi became the Lord of Ming Zhao.
He took over the divine heart from Wei Yan that could control the celestial phenomena and the hub of Ming Zhao, took over the authority handed over by Ji Longdu, and became the emperor of Ming Zhao.
He looked at the street below his feet, and the thousands of miles of streets that extended from it, with thousands of houses.
Because of the Shelong Festival, Jiankang City is full of incense.
It flows densely and gathers into thousands of clouds, which are extremely gorgeous and beautiful.
Some ghosts and gods came out of Fengdu, and the gods of mountains and rivers also moved out from their own territories.
They parade at night, hiding their bodies, absorbing the scent of incense. At the same time, they also absorb the prayers of all living beings, and respond according to their own abilities.
Mortals and some Qi Refiners have no sense of this, while some powerful people avoid these gods intentionally or unintentionally.
It's like two worlds separated.
Yuan Yi held the wine glass and listened to what the people behind him were saying, with no interest. There were people laughing and talking at the wine table. Drinks were served and business was discussed.
As the nominal master of Ming Zhao, the entire Ming Zhao can be regarded as his territory. The interests of these aristocratic families are intertwined with each other, but it is Yuan Yi's decree that can determine their vital interests.
Because in Ming Zhao, the government orders from the Ji Longdu period are still followed.
Regardless of whether they are Qigong practitioners or gods, they must serve all living beings and seek the welfare of all living beings.
Therefore, as soon as he took office, there were countless natural treasures and enchanting, graceful and naturally charming women in his palace.
In fact, he was not interested in these, so he looked far into the distance from the highest point of Jiankang City, taking in half of Mingzhao.
Suddenly a cold wind blew up, ruffling the dark clouds and covering the stars, but between the river and the sky, a sword light pierced from afar.
Under the bright sword light, several figures were revealed.
The rabbits are raising and the ducks are lifting, and the geese are returning to the pond.
"Assassin!" A scream broke through the din, and a sword light tore through the lively hustle and bustle of the Shelong Festival.
Among the figures, there were several sword lights colliding, and a few touches of red clouds flowing. The smell of blood soon filled the entire restaurant.
Thunderbolts resounded, and lightning flashed in the thick clouds. A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and half-hidden face stepped through the void and entered the attic.
The four-foot-seven-inch long sword was engraved with strange patterns. At this moment, those patterns seemed to come alive, transforming into various gods, ghosts and demons on the long river of sword energy, communicating with heaven and earth, creating all things, and possessing endless terrifying power. strength.
At this moment, the entire restaurant was enveloped by this extremely terrifying sword intent.
There is also a suffocating murderous intention coming from the outside inward, making people feel like a ray of light on their backs, and they dare not move.
This sword was pointed directly at Yuan Yi.
Behind him, the heads of the aristocratic families were exclaiming, standing up one after another, and shouting angrily.
"Bold!"
"Here comes an assassin."
"Suffer death!"
The lightning of the assassin's mask tore apart the space, and appeared in front of Yuan Yi in an instant.
But Yuan Yi seemed unaware, holding the wine glass and sipping the tea carefully.
Before the sword arrived, the assassin felt a strong killing intent coming from behind.
An eye grew out of his back, but he didn't see anyone there.
It was only after the killing intent broke out that he saw the person.
The other party slowly stood up from Yuan Yi's shadow and stretched out his hand.
The mana flows and swirls, emitting an extremely powerful force that shakes the void, and streaks of rays of light burst out from the palm, like a huge whirlpool sea eye, swallowing up all living things and things under the palm.
"Boom!"
Amidst the rolling ink clouds, thunder suddenly sounded, lightning danced like a snake, and a heavy rain was brewing.
"Qiang!" a soft sound.
Palm and sword collide.
Just one ray of terrifying power emitted almost shook the entire wing to its core.
It was Yuan Yi who stretched out his hand and suppressed this terrifying power with a flick of his hand.
"If you want to fight, get away and fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a hurricane suddenly erupted from nowhere in the entire restaurant. In an instant, the space was turned upside down and everything was spinning.
When they stood still, they discovered that there were rounded edges on the top of their heads, reflecting Yuan Yi's eyes.
As soon as Yuan was placed on the dining table, he looked at the others who were calm: "Everyone, let's take a look together?"
The heads of the aristocratic families then laughed, separated a ray of consciousness, and fell into the wine glass.
Only two people appeared in the cup.
One is the assassin in the middle. He is wearing linen white clothes, with gray hair, but his face looks particularly young, and the sword he holds in his hand is cold and gleaming.
His sword was now embedded in the opponent's illusory handprint.
His opponent was an old man who stood as tall as a spear and stood proudly.
The two people have different cultivation levels, but they are both above Qiwu.
In a blink of an eye, two people were put into this wine glass, which shows how terrifying this person's strength is.
The faces of the heads of each aristocratic family did not change, but their eyes collided with each other, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.
If Xu Zhong were here, he would definitely sigh.
If he hadn't been replaced by the damn Situ Nan using the star-shifting technique, Yuan Yi shouldn't exist in this world now.
"Liu Song, Flying Dragon Hand? You were once the personal bodyguard of the Longdu Emperor. You didn't want to eradicate the traitors and return to the country for glory, but you were willing to humble yourself and accept the thief as your father?"
The assassin summoned his own magic power to break free of the sword from the big hand seal of the void.
He could recognize that this hand seal was derived from the Miluo Void Hand Seal of Emperor Longdu, but its power was less than one ten thousandth.
But holding a sword is more than enough.
"His identity was personally recognized by Emperor Longdu. I only recognize Emperor Longdu's orders. He asked me to obey Yuan Yi, so I obeyed him. As for whether he is the Ancient Yue Kingdom, what does it have to do with me?" Liu Songmian Expressive.
His famous stunt is called Flying Dragon Hand, which specializes in hitting human acupuncture points. There are six out of 30 fatal points on the human body, so the Flying Dragon Hand has a total of thirty-six moves, targeting the fatal points on the human body.
If he is hit, all his magic power and innate energy will be dispersed in an instant, and then he will be slapped to death by Liu Song in the next moment.
Before the Great Emperor Longdu cultivated, when he was a personal bodyguard, countless people fell into the trap of his famous stunt.
Liu Song walked around the assassin no less than ten times, and struck no less than twenty times with his palms or claws, but the assassin dodged each time.
The light of the sword turning in the assassin's hand was as sharp as the moonlight, passing through Liu Song's eyes. His swordsmanship was ethereal and strange, and the sound of "clank" could be heard continuously as he received one palm after another from Liu Song.
The swordsman's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and his speed became faster and faster. The sword light he slashed stretched across 20,000 miles, but it was as dense as heavy rain, and it was very crazy.
He knew that only by fighting as fast as possible could he avoid his flaws.
But Liu Song's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he calculated the assassin's sword and sword skills clearly. Every move he made at this moment changed into numbers one after another, and he searched for the optimal solution among these numbers.
As the assassin's speed became faster and faster, it became increasingly difficult for him to calculate, but afterwards, bursts of white smoke even came out of his head.
At noon, he found a flaw between the seventh and eighth swords of the Assassin's Sword Technique, and that flaw should be at the Chaomen point.
Liu Song was overjoyed and heard him let out a long roar, his body flew past like a swimming dragon, his arms spread out like dragon claws, and he headed towards the assassin's chaomen acupuncture point.
The assassin didn't react in time and was hit directly by a palm, spitting out a bloody arrow from his mouth.
Liu Song looked overjoyed and was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue him.
However, at this moment, the assassin's eyes were like a torch and he was muttering words. His whole body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. He used a human sword to perform the most terrifying sword.
Then a ray of green light rose into the sky from the sword body, and it was so fast that Liu Song's eyes were about to burst. His heart stopped. He turned around in the air, stepped back continuously, and slapped one palm after another in his hand.
Wine Glass Cup was cut in half with this sword strike.
Liu Song and the assassin appeared in the side room from the wine glass at the same time.
As soon as the assassin landed, he turned into a pile of minced meat and fell to the ground.
There was an explosion in the distance, and the assassin's exterior was also bombed.
Liu Song exhaled and inhaled, breathing heavily.
But everyone present saw a scar appearing between Liu Song's eyebrows, penetrating his body.
Blood gurgled down from the center of his eyebrows, and the blood seemed to be mixed with other things.
The scars went from top to bottom, across the tip of his nose and lips, and slowly divided his head into two. Liu Song seemed unaware, with a thankful expression on his face, as if he didn't know he was dead.
No one spoke, and they showed no expression, until Liu Song's head exploded in front of his eyes like a watermelon.
"What a disappointment!" Yuan Yi smacked his tongue and shook his head, gently waving his hand and stroking away Liu Song's flesh and blood.
Then he sat back at the wine table and said, "Keep eating, keep dancing..."
Wait until everyone has left.
The assassin's pile of mud-like flesh and blood grew back.
And Liu Song started to tear off the human skin on his body.
They all came back to life.
The two looked at each other, smiled at each other, and did not continue to shout and kill.
"Well done!" Yuan nodded and motioned for them to sit in front of him.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Liu Song and Qinghe said as they half-knelt on the ground.
After finishing speaking, he sat opposite Yuan Yi.
"Your Majesty, what's next?" Liu Song asked.
"The pocket is already clothed, and what should be drilled into it will naturally get into it." Yuan Yi drank a glass of wine: "But before that, you have to pull out all the nails that are still out."
Liu Song and Qinghe obeyed the order and left.
Yuan Yi was left alone in the restaurant.
"Yu Kingdom, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Chaos Sea, Fengdu..." He took a breath: "Ming Zhao, you shouldn't be related to these."
As Ming Zhao fell, he attracted more and more people's attention.
Naturally, more and more forces will join forces with Mingzhaoli's aristocratic families and develop secretly.
This was something neither Longdu Emperor nor Wei Yan could tolerate.
So he needs an excuse to pull out these nails, then purge the entire Mingzhao, and then completely rule Mingzhao, turning it into a paradise that transcends everything else.
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