The river is surging and the waterfall is roaring.
But everyone on the big ship had their heads pounding, their eyes were horrified, and they were dull, as if they were stupid. It took a long time for the master to react, shaking his head and sighing, but he didn't know what he was sighing about.
Prince Zhao Kai looked dejected. After a long while, he looked at the master of Huishan who was approaching step by step. His calmness seemed to be a little bit hysterical: "Emperor Murong Tong, do you really dare to kill me? Are you going to rebel?"
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "Now that things have reached this point, does His Highness think there is still a possibility of recovery?"
Zhao Kai suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and he broke down in sobs.
"It shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't die here. I should be the emperor. I want everyone in the world to kneel before me."
Suddenly he raised his head again and roared at Yu Liancheng: "I am blessed with luck. If you kill me, you will suffer disaster in the future. Why don't you let me go..."
Yu Liancheng shook his head.
Zhao Kai suddenly felt as if he was mourning for his heir, as if a deflated balloon.
Yu Liancheng kicked a knife on the ground in front of Zhao Kai and said calmly: "Are you doing it yourself? Or should I help you do it?"
Zhao Kai's eyes suddenly lit up, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw: "You don't dare to kill me! You are afraid that luck will bite you back! Aren't you..."
Uh-huh!
A subtle sword light flashed.
The prince, who dreamed of being an emperor, forged the Emperor's Sword, and had suffered a lot since childhood, fell down unwillingly, with fear and suspicion in his eyes.
The moment Zhao Kai fell, it seemed as if heaven had blessed Yu Liancheng, but what it brought was by no means good luck.
Killing such a lucky person is not a good thing.
Of course, Yu Liancheng didn't care too much.
He looked at Zhao Kai's body, his eyes seemed to be ignited with a brilliant light that penetrated all mysteries, and he faintly saw a line of purple energy rising from Zhao Kai's body, and it was about to go straight into the sky and disappear.
Yu Liancheng flicked his fingers, and a pale golden lotus bud floated out, extremely gorgeous. If an expert from Longhu Mountain were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this is the most precious Purple Golden Lotus of Luck in the Longchi of Longhu Mountain.
However, the luck in these purple lotuses has been drained away by Yulian City, so they turned into buds.
Yu Liancheng raised his finger to catch the purple energy and let it fall into the lotus bud.
The lotus bud received great luck and bloomed one after another, gorgeous and beautiful, with bright golden light.
However, just one lotus bud was far from being able to completely absorb the purple energy, so Yu Liancheng took out another lotus bud.
It's a pity that in the end, these two lotus buds turned into brilliant golden lotuses, but the purple energy still remained, and finally melted into the sky, perhaps reintegrating into Liyang's national destiny, or attached to others. And know it.
After looking at the Purple Golden Lotus of Luck again, Yu Liancheng nodded with satisfaction, waved his sleeves, and the Purple Golden Lotus disappeared. He looked around at the large ships and saw that the soldiers in the ships had no intention of fighting, so he felt relieved, tiptoed, and flew towards Huishan.
Seeing Yu Liancheng leave, both ordinary soldiers and masters who had not yet had time to leave breathed a long sigh of relief.
Such a master is too much of a threat to them. Even if you know that the other person has no ill intentions, you still need to be wary at all times, like sleeping with a tiger.
But soon, everyone was suddenly frightened again.
Because that black-clothed voice and shadow came back again, tapping his toes gently on the river, with a smile on his face: "Zhao Kai is dead, and Yang Taisui is also dead, but you are still intact. If someone interrogates you, you will always It’s hard to explain, and you’ll inevitably suffer a lot.”
"I am the most considerate person, so I don't mind helping you."
Yu Liancheng chuckled and put his toes on the water. The entire river suddenly started to churn, and then waterspouts rose into the sky.
"Did you learn this move from a scholar? Is it called Shaking Kunlun or Long Jishui? Forget it, don't worry about such trivial matters, just enjoy it."
Yu Liancheng thought, and the waterspout immediately swept towards the big ship, and there was another burst of shouting.
…
The prince Zhao Kai entered Jiangling with great fanfare and scenery, and attracted the attention of the court.
If he defeated Huishan and destroyed Murong, not only would the court's prestige be greatly enhanced, but it would also be able to accept Huishan as a holy land of martial arts, and its power would increase greatly. The other princes could not help but be secretly jealous and fearful, and even hoped that he would return defeated. But with such a mighty team, it is almost easy to defeat a Jianghu force.
The results were surprising.
The prince Zhao Kai, the black-clad Yang Taisui, the human cat Han Diao Si and others died, the mighty ships were capsized, and the court was in a panic and lost all face. In a short period of time, the news spread throughout the Liyang Dynasty, causing an uproar in the world and a sensation in the world. It was unimaginable for everyone.
In the court, the current emperor was so angry that his favorite porcelain cup was broken. Several officials involved in the incident were dismissed.
But other than that, the imperial court did not dare to act rashly. Even Zhao Gou restrained himself greatly and no longer dealt with Emperor Murong Tong secretly. At most, it was just a show.
The master of Huishan once again showed that he could form an army alone and could rival Wang Xianzhi's amazing cultivation. If the imperial court is not fully prepared, it will definitely not act rashly. Otherwise, if the other party comes to the capital and is taken care of by such a master, no matter who you are, it will be a headache.
In fact, the court was really quarreling over Yulian City.
Some people think that the matter should be suppressed, while others think that a large army should be mobilized. If Huishan cannot be eradicated, what will be the face of the court. Some people even suggested that they might as well recruit the master of AH Mountain and promise huge profits. In this way, the court would have another trump card in its hand.
This really makes people have to sigh, "If you want to be an official, you have to kill people and set fires to be recruited."
Of course, this proposal is absolutely impossible at present, as it would be too embarrassing for the court.
…
"Hahaha, kill well, kill well, this is a unique skill, you should be rewarded, you should be rewarded."
On Wudang, next to the Elephant Washing Pool, the Crown Prince Xu Fengnian laughed loudly after receiving the news.
After a period of practice, his aura was much stronger than before.
Hearing that the two masterminds of the "Beijing White Coat Case" had died, he felt indescribable joy in his heart. Unfortunately, he was not killed by himself, but it was still satisfying enough. He picked up the wine bottle and poured several mouthfuls of green ant wine into his mouth.
A girl who looked like a maid next to her muttered, "There's something wrong with my head."
The idiot prince felt happy and ignored the maid named Jiang Ni. After practicing the sword skills again, he became more and more comfortable. He jumped up and struck the waterfall with his sword. The sword in his palm still fell out of his hand, but it cut a few inches wide gap.
His time these days was not in vain.
…
There are scattered cottages in the reed marsh.
An old man with two spots sat in front of a hut. He spent more than ten pennies to choose the largest fresh fish in the tank and gave it to the hostess to steam.
Suddenly, the Confucian scholar pretending to be an old man felt something, and looked towards the sky, with a rare trace of doubt between his brows.
Picking up a handful of grass to make a fortune teller, this is a lost ancient divination. Grass can be picked easily, but not everyone can reveal the secrets of heaven.
The old man, who looked like an old Confucian scholar, dropped his straw on the ground seemingly carelessly. When he looked at the ground, his brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Variables, variables, variables not in the book."
