It's spring, and the cold wind has gradually disappeared.
The dusk is vast, and the afterglow of the setting sun makes Luoshui's shadows colorful and gorgeous.
The river is flowing, and a two-masted sailboat is sailing on the river.
Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at each other, and before the ship could reach the shore, they both used their body skills to sweep towards the sail of the envoy. The two of them were as graceful as ghosts and as agile as flying birds. They landed on the deck in just a breath.
"You two, please come in and talk!"
Voices came from inside the cabin. Someone was inviting them. They didn't need to worry about any formalities and walked towards the cabin naturally.
During these days, Xu Ziling has been persuading Kou Zhong, from small righteousness to the overall situation, from brothers' personal relationship to the world's sentient beings, and finally he agreed to Shi Feixuan's request.
Before just asking to help Cihang Jingzhai take out the Evil Emperor's relics, Kou Zhong also made a request of his own. He wanted to see that sword with his own eyes, that magical sword that could command gods and demons, and if it was obtained, it would be equivalent to conquering the world.
In the cabin, Li Shimin sat at the table, which was filled with untouched wine and food. Behind him stood four close generals: Li Jing, Yuchi Jingde, Changsun Wuji, and Pang Yu. Suddenly seeing the person coming, Li Shimin stood up, bowed deeply, clasped his fists and said: "It is not appropriate for Shimin to show up in Luoyang. I didn't greet him. Please forgive me for my sins, brother Kou and brother Xu!"
Xu Ziling quickly returned the courtesy and said: "The King of Qin is so polite. You should not enter the city because of your special status. Ziling is very touched that you can sail here to receive my two brothers."
Li Shimin shook his head and said: "Li Shimin is still Li Shimin at that time. Brother Xu calling Shimin King Qin is too unfamiliar. Why don't the three of us use the same name as before? How about this?"
Xu Ziling smiled and said: "How dare you disobey your orders!"
Li Shimin smiled at the same time and led the two of them to sit down.
Kou Zhong has been silent since he entered the cabin. His eyes have always been fixed on Li Shimin. His tall, burly and strong body is originally intimidating, but the indescribable affinity between his eyebrows makes life difficult. Hate. He was still so magnanimous and sincere, but Kou Zhong also saw the joy and joy in his eyes that he seemed to be unable to hide.
Li Shimin met the sharp gaze and said, "Brother Kou, how come you didn't say a word, but Shimin neglected you?"
Kou Zhong placed the cup, picked up the wine, poured himself into the cup, and said lightly: "You are very proud! Brother Li, you can't hide this pride even if you want to."
Li Shimin was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a frank smile: "Brother Kou is right. Li Shimin is indeed high-spirited at this time. Even though I know that it is not the right time to be happy, I still can't control my excitement."
Although the three of them are traveling together this time, their goals are different. Kou Zhong wants to see the magic sword with his own eyes so that he can give up his will, while Li Shimin wants to become the true master of the magic sword soon. Although he hasn't gotten the sword yet, if it were him, Kou Zhong would probably be so happy that he couldn't sleep or hide it.
With a helpless sigh, Kou Zhong could only drink in depression, but seeing Li Xiaozi's proud look, he still said sarcastically: "If that knife really falls into the hands of Brother Li, no one in the world can compete with you, but Brother Li, please don’t forget that it was your father Li Yuan who proclaimed himself emperor in Chang’an a few months ago, not your second son of the Li family, King Qin Li Shimin.”
As soon as the words came out, Li Shimin's expression changed slightly, and the four people behind him, including Yuchi Jingde and Changsun Wuji, also glared fiercely.
Kou Zhong smiled disdainfully at the four of them and drank as if no one else was around.
Xu Ziling touched his nose and said with an embarrassed smile: "Brother Shimin, don't blame me, Kou Zhong is just a little bit..."
Li Shimin waved his hand to stop what he said, and said in a very sincere tone: "Shimin knows that you, Mr. Zhong, also have great ambitions. If that devil hadn't appeared, Mr. Zhong would have been my biggest opponent, Li Shimin. Now I am just lucky."
Kou Zhong snorted twice, feeling much happier in his heart. He looked at him and said, "Although I deliberately caused trouble for you just now, what I said is also true. Brother Shimin should know better than me, Kou Zhong." Winner and loser, if you don't know how to move the battlefield back to Chang'an, so what if you get the magic sword? If you don't take that step, everything will be in vain."
Li Shimin was silent. After a long moment of silence, he clasped his hands and said solemnly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhong, for reminding me. Shimin understands."
Kou Zhong didn't respond, lowered his head and continued drinking, and then the boat gradually stopped.
There are no people in the mountains, and there is no sound on the mountains. It turns out that this is the evening class time at the Buddhist temple, and there should be intermittent bells and Buddhist sounds coming down, but where are the bells and Buddhist sounds now?
Ever since the demon came here, the Jing Nian Temple on the mountain has not heard the sound of bells or the sound of Buddha, and even pilgrims have not set foot on the stone steps on the mountain.
The setting sun has gone, the moon has not risen, and the earth has returned to chaos.
The three of them walked into Jing Nian Zen Monastery. Green weeds were seeping out of the huge square. The numerous temples, pagodas and bell towers that used to be illuminated by brilliant lights have become like a ghost land where strangers are not allowed to enter.
An uncontrollable feeling of admiration suddenly surged in Kou Zhong's heart. That man did not pay attention to all the monks in Jing Nian Monastery, nor did he take the entire Buddhist sect into his heart. On that day, that man came and left in a free and easy way.
Xu Ziling said: "There is a faint light in the backyard."
Li Shimin took a deep breath and said, "Let's go there."
Kou Zhong nodded.
The three of them crossed the square, walked through the main hall, and stopped in front of a wing door.
"You three, please come in!" The cold voice was soft and gentle.
Xu Ziling opened the door, and the three of them immediately saw a breathtakingly beautiful face. The candlelight was held in Shi Feixuan's palm, and the candlelight reflected her face. She was standing in the wing, as if she had been waiting for the three of them for a long time.
Li Shimin saluted and said, "I've met Master, Miss. I've asked you to wait for a long time."
Concubine Xuan said calmly: "The King of Qin does not need to be polite."
Xu Ziling stared at her intently, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time. He only heard Kou Zhong say: "Master Fairy, I'd better take out the magic sword first, so that I can see what is so special about the magic sword."
His tone was quite frivolous, as if he was very disdainful of being able to take out a knife, but the slight trembling in his voice also betrayed Kou Zhong's current state of mind.
Shi Feixuan moved slightly, stretched out a jade finger gracefully, gently and elegantly, pointed at the table and said: "The knife is in the box."
The three people's eyes were focused, and when they saw the wooden box on the table, they couldn't help but tighten their eyes and couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
The wooden box is not long and narrow, but very wide and wide. There is really nothing special about it when you look closely. However, when they think that the wooden box will be a treasure that everyone in the world wants to fight for, the three of them suddenly feel that the wooden box has something special and special. .
After all, the wooden box is an ordinary wooden box. No matter how you look at it, it is made of the most common nanmu.
A hand that looked like flawless white jade touched the box, and the next moment the wooden box was opened.
Six-eye betting!
It's a knife, it's a knife!
It was a sword, a sword as curved as the moon and as curved as an eyebrow. The scabbard was dark, without any carved patterns, and there were no precious ornaments embedded on it. It was very simple and concise.
But just like this scimitar, there is something evil and strange about it.
It has a deeper curvature than ordinary knives, and it is shorter and more delicate than ordinary knives. It seems that such a knife cannot require the wielder to use all his strength.
Li Shimin's breathing became rapid, and Xu Ziling's eyes showed confusion.
Kou Zhong frowned and said in a deep voice, "How can Master Shixian prove to me now that it is the legendary Miaoyun Divine Sword?"
Master Fei Xuan's beautiful eyes drifted towards Kou Zhong, and she said: "It would be hard for Fei Xuan to prove it to Brother Kou if it were an ordinary thing, but the Miaoyun Sword has its own uniqueness. Please first pick it up, Brother Kou."
Kou Zhong stared at the scimitar in the box and slowly reached out his hand.
Inadvertently, the hand he held was trembling slightly!
With the knife in his hand, he held it in the air and placed it in front of him. Kou Zhong looked at Shi Feixuan again and heard her say coldly and calmly: "Brother Kou, please draw the knife!"
As soon as the words came out, Kou Zhong tightened the sheath of the knife with his left hand, immediately held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and then exerted slight force with both hands!
The man was suddenly stunned. After others looked at him in confusion, the strength in his hand increased by three points, but the scimitar was still a scimitar. The scimitar was still not drawn out. sheath.
Suddenly a loud shout was heard, breaking the quiet night.
"open!"
Kou Zhong held the scabbard tightly with one hand and the handle with the other. At the moment when the stone slabs burst under his feet, both Li Shimin and Xu Ziling realized that he had even used all his strength and inner energy to draw the sword.
However, what about the knife?
The Miaoyun Knife is still in its scabbard, as if the knife and the scabbard are one, regardless of you and me, and are always connected.
Kou Zhong finally regained his inner strength, put down the knife, took a few deep breaths, and asked incredulously: "Why can't I pull it out?"
Concubine Xuan focused her beautiful eyes on the scimitar and said calmly: "You two can come and try to see if you can pull out the scimitar."
Li Shimin glanced at Xu Ziling, and after receiving the signal from the other party to lower his head, he also held the scabbard, and then
After he tried, Xu Ziling tried again
After a while, under the puzzled gazes of the three people, Master Fei Xuan said quietly: "Since the sword was snatched from the hands of the evil king thirty years ago, no disciple in our sect has ever been able to pull it out. Not only my sect, but the seniors who tried to seize the sword thirty years ago have tried one by one, but no one can pull out the scimitar, and the blade has never been revealed."
Kou Zhong was surprised and asked: "Is it a sword that cannot be pulled out?"
Shi Feixuan shook her head and said: "According to the records within the sect, more than two hundred years ago, when the Heavenly Lord handed the sword to the evil emperor of the Demon Sect, the evil emperor could pull out the sword."
Xu Ziling frowned and asked: "Is it possible that there is some special method required to draw the sword? And this method was informed by the owner of the sword to the evil emperor, so only he and the two can draw the sword, but not others?!"
Shi Feixuan shook her head and said, "Probably not."
Li Shimin was surprised: "How can you be sure that it's not the case, Miss Master?"
Shi Feixuan let out a long sigh and said slowly: "Because the evil emperor who can pull out the sword is Shi Zhixuan's master. When he passed the Miaoyun Knife to Shi Zhixuan, he told him that there is no special way to draw the sword. Everything is within the Miao Yun Dao itself."
What do you mean?
They didn't understand, and Shi Feixuan didn't understand either, so there was no explanation at all.
Kou Zhong grasped the key point and finally asked: "Then how did you know about this?"
Master Concubine Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "Shi Zhixuan told Master Bi Xiuxin about it, and Master Uncle also informed the family master about it."
digression
The Tang Dynasty is almost over. The next volume is about heroes and the next volume is about storms.
Fengyun will guide people, and they will guide them all. If the performance of the book does not pick up, Fengyun will probably be over.
I won’t write about martial arts in my next book. I’m tired of writing it myself. I haven’t decided what the subject will be. It’s too early to tell now.
