The biggest thing in Canglang City today is naturally Miss Xue's tour.
The so-called empty streets.
As a land of romance, the passion for dance and music is from top to bottom, and there is even more of a pilgrimage-like enthusiasm for Nanyinfang, a musical resort in Kyushu. Although Nanyinfang disciples had never traveled eastward here before, during every election season, a large number of Fuyao people traveled across the ocean to support the Yu Dynasty.
Now that Xue Lingxue has arrived for the first time, the Flower House, which is responsible for hosting the performance, has opened up all four walls, leaving only beams and columns. It has bought more than ten surrounding buildings and then razed them, just to allow more people to enjoy the performance.
Such a grand scene is rare in the history of Fuyao Kingdom.
"I didn't expect that I would be so popular here, right?" Chu Liang sat on the balcony on the roof of a building and said with a smile to Xue Lingxue.
As practitioners, the power of ears and eyes is far beyond that of ordinary people, so there is no need for them to crowd in the crowd. They can clearly see the performance in the Flower Tower from the surrounding buildings.
On the tall building opposite, there were already more than a hundred sword-wielding soldiers surrounding him, where the King of Fuyao would watch the performance later. The monarch, who has lived in seclusion in recent years, has not appeared in public for a long time, which shows his love.
Xue Lingxue covered her face with a white gauze, looked at this scene, and said softly: "I really didn't know that Fuyao Country has such elegant music. In the future, I can talk to the owner of the workshop and add some performances here."
"That's very good." Torasaburo, who was wearing a black hood behind him, continued: "People in Fuyao have admired Nanyinfang dance music for a long time."
"Same goes to Shushan people." Lin Bei nodded immediately.
"You can do it." Tie Zhui rolled his eyes at him, "Is it dance music that you admire? I'm embarrassed to expose you."
Chu Liang stared in the direction of the palace in the distance and said, "Here we come."
A group of chariots and horses meandered out of the palace gate. The lead chariot was pulled by a strange beast through the streets and alleys until it came under the tall building. Dozens of guards lined up in a human wall to escort the people in the chariot into the palace.
The window sash of the high-rise building has long been blocked, making it difficult to see what is going on inside. They did not use their spiritual senses to pry rashly, so as not to disturb others.
"Monarch Fuyao's defense is very tight." Lin Bei looked at him from a distance and asked, "How can you assassinate someone like this?"
"Dragon Dancer's cultivation level is not high. Even if she pretends to be Miss Xue and can get close to the monarch, she is unlikely to succeed in assassinating him." Chu Liang said.
He had this doubt when he heard Torasaburo's story yesterday.
Han Lingshou, the current generation king of Fuyao Kingdom, is over thirty years old. Although he has never asked, he has cultivated to the sixth level even if he has sufficient resources. With Dragon Dancer's cultivation level, even if she were caught by surprise, it would still be impossible to assassinate her.
But since Jing Wuya asked someone to pretend to be Xue Lingxue, there must be a conspiracy, so they still had to wait and see. Anyway, whether it was to expose the fake Xue Lingxue or to destroy General Yubo's conspiracy, he had to go on this trip.
And inside the tall building opposite, there was a place they couldn't see.
The King of Fuyao, Han Lingshou, walked up the stairs with an indifferent expression. He had slightly convex cheekbones, thin cheeks, and narrow eyes. He had a calm and intimidating face. He was followed closely by two elderly palace men wearing black brocade. The other guards each Going up one level of stairs requires several people to guard it.
When they reached the top floor, there were only two old men in black clothes and white hair left behind Han Lingshou, and his expression suddenly became relaxed.
"Miss Xue! Miss Xue! Hehehehe..." Monarch Fuyao rubbed his hands and came to the balcony excitedly, "The frost is falling, and the south of the Yangtze River is covered with snow!"
"Your Majesty." The palace man behind him coughed, "Significantly."
"..." Han Lingshou's expression froze, he sat down angrily, and muttered: "There are no outsiders."
The two palace ladies began to open the window curtains and the dust-proof cloth covering the screen and table. When the Hula La cloth cover fell, a bright and tall mirror was revealed on the side of the screen, reflecting the figures of the people in the room.
…
"Xue Lingxue! Xue Lingxue!"
When the figure on the high platform appeared holding the piano, warm cheers sounded from all directions. The woman on the stage has translucent skin and smoky eyebrows. Who is it if it's not Xue Lingxue?
"It's really exactly the same." Lin Bei exclaimed, looking at the woman on the stage, and then at Xue Lingxue beside him, there was no difference in appearance or body.
"Otherwise, how could I admit my mistake?" Tie Zhui said: "And it's not surprising that she can only disguise her appearance. She can also disguise Ling Xue's piano skills, which is simply unbelievable."
This is also a doubt that puzzles Chu Liang.
Even if you can transform your appearance, how can you transform your piano skills? This is almost impossible to achieve with any magical power.
Zheng——
With a sound of strings, the performance begins.
As the music slowly flowed out, the crowd around him began to be immersed in it. "Xue Lingxue" on the stage played the song "Pingjiang Night Wind". The melody was gentle and gentle, making people feel calm and able to fall asleep.
When the music was halfway through, even the passing birds in the sky stopped and fell intoxicated on the branches of the trees.
"This music..." Even Xue Lingxue herself was a little shocked, "You can clearly play it better than me, and her musical skills are extremely high!"
"No." Chu Liang said suddenly: "This can't be Dragon Dancer. She doesn't need to get close to the Fuyao King to assassinate her. Their goal has been achieved at this moment!"
As he spoke, his figure had already risen, turning into a long wind and heading straight towards the tall building opposite.
The Taoist rhyme of this night wind song lingered in that building, and the people inside it were affected far more than the surrounding audience. At this moment, the guards inside were probably trapped in the illusion.
The assassination has begun!
Use Xue Lingxue's tour to trick the monarch out of the palace, and then use piano music to enchant the guards in the building, and there must be someone among them who cooperates.
Bang——
Chu Liang crashed into the top floor and saw only an empty quiet room with a wide balcony in front and only one chair in the room.
There was a sudden noise behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw a bright mirror reflecting himself!
"go!"
Chu Liang raised his hand and struck, and a ray of colored light flew out, instantly turning into a seven-color mist, covering the bright mirror.
Hulong!
The mirror turned over immediately, and two assassins in light armor and black clothes came out from behind, holding strange double-headed sharp blades, and flew towards Chu Liang in a spinning direction.
Chu Liang didn't want to waste time here, so he spread his wings behind his back and boom——
Ever since he became a Taoist by slaying the void, his previously powerful divine dragon body was no longer as powerful as the sword, so he rarely used his physical body when fighting against enemies.
But at present, the cultivation of these two killers is far inferior to him, and it is not worthwhile to use Zhanxu sword again. It is better to save the cultivation of Zhenqi and save it for future enemies.
Boom——
With a roar, the two killers' attacks hit the dragon's wings, but they were ejected. They hit the wall hard and then fell motionless. All the muscles and bones in their bodies were broken, and they looked like they were no longer alive.
Chu Liang's Shenlong Technique was weak compared to his swordsmanship. Compared to these two killers, just the counter-injury was enough to kill them.
He continued to transform into a long wind, sweeping down with rumbles, and saw a horrifying scene below the third floor.
Blood and corpses were everywhere, flooding the entire floor, and there were palace guards everywhere. And a demon-like figure wearing iron armor stood among them, holding the head of an elderly palace man in black with one hand, bang!
General Yunami!
He actually took action himself.
The palace man was also at the seventh level, and was expected to be the most important personal guard of the Fuyao King, but he was defeated by Jing Wuya and was eventually killed here.
Another palace official with a lower level had already died here. In a pool of blood, the frightened King Fuyao was trying to break through the wall and escape.
But as soon as he collided, he was bounced back by a light curtain.
Someone had already set up a formation in this building, otherwise this moment of fighting would not have alerted the outside world.
Jing Wuya, whose armor was bathed in blood, glanced at Chu Liang and said in a deep voice like thunder: "Why should Shushan disciples get involved in things here..."
While speaking, he had already raised his fist.
boom!
The next moment, Iron Armor appeared where Chu Liang was standing just now.
Chu Liang shrunk to an inch and fled ten feet away. He leaned his back against the wall of the building and turned the demon-slaying sword into his palm.
laugh--
A ray of sword light surged out, submerging General Yunami's thick armor. After the wave of sword energy passed, there were only scratches on the armor, not a single deep injury.
"call……"
General Yunami took a breath and resisted the sword. Even though he was not injured, it was not easy.
But when he raised his eyes and looked around, he found that the floor here was empty, and there was a crack in the wall on the other side. It turned out that that was the real purpose of Chu Liang's sword, he was to break the formation.
Not only Chu Liang had escaped, but the figure of the Fuyao King had also disappeared.
General Yubo recited slowly: "Chu Liang..."
(End of chapter)
