Tai'an City.
At the end of the first year of Xiangfu.
Compared with the heavy snowfall in the previous two days, today the sky is clear, the wind is gentle, and the sun is shining from the clouds. It is a good weather to go out and play.
The atmosphere in Tai'an City is unprecedentedly weird.
Today is the last day of the ten-day period that Murong Wudi mentioned.
Since Murong Wudi's words, spies from all the major forces in the world have sneaked in, and many martial arts masters have come, all of whom don't want to witness the ensuing battle.
If the person who said "I have a sword to retaliate" was an ordinary master, even Cao Guanzi, who was walking into the palace like a corridor, would not cause such a big commotion, or even just regard it as a joke.
But that was Murong Tonghuang, the invincible Murong Tonghuang, the Murong Tonghuang who could break a hundred thousand formations with one hand.
Especially the recent news coming from Beiliang is even more eye-catching.
Murong Tonghuang and Hutou City, one man and one sword, defeated Beimang's 100,000-strong army.
Of course, this is definitely an exaggeration.
Are the Beiliang troops in Hutou City all idiots, all made of clay and stone, unable to fire an arrow?
Many people speculate that Yu Liancheng led the Shenfeng Army composed of martial arts people to break through the formation and kill Dong Zhuo, the king of the South Academy.
Without this leader, the 100,000-strong army was leaderless and therefore collapsed.
In the words of some storytellers, this battle was obviously even more exaggerated. It was truly "one sword can be as powerful as a million troops", and one man alone fought against a million troops in Beimang. However, this statement is very popular among the people. Some eloquent storytellers talk about it, and every time they talk about it, they make a lot of money.
This time Emperor Murong Tong returned the sword, attracting the attention of thousands of people, and one person in the whole world.
Of course, it's hard to say whether Murong Wudi can really return the sword.
Tai'an City is the capital of Liyang Kingdom, with many masters and countless elite soldiers. There is also Qin Tianjian sitting in charge, and the dragon veins gather together. Cao Guanzi entered the palace four times, and although they made a big fuss, they did not harm the late emperor even a hair.
The imperial court did not seal off the entire city, nor did it send troops and horses to strictly control it. Instead, it opened the city gates generously, only checked the roads briefly, and allowed the chessmen and warriors from all forces to pour in. But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the guards in Tai'an City are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and there are no soldiers patrolling. Once something goes wrong, troops can be mobilized for support at any time.
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In the palace, the young emperor did not seem to have changed at all because of the upcoming Murong Wudi. He continued to attend court every morning and reviewed memorials until late at night. In the past two days, he played two games of chess with the young eunuch of the Qintian Prison. He lost, but the second game was not too disastrous, which made the young emperor very happy.
On this day, after the early morning court as usual, the young emperor dismissed all the officials, leaving only Qi Yanglong, who had returned to Tai'an City in the first year of Xiangfu's reign to offer sacrifices to the Shangyin Academy and serve as the imperial advisor.
The two of them didn't talk about any major matters. The young emperor was just telling the great minister about his decrees and actions in the past six months since he took office.
After chattering for a while, the young man once again set his sights on Qi Yanglong, the current national advisor: "Sir, are there any omissions in these measures? Will they make the lives of the people in the Central Plains miserable? Am I a fool?"
Qi Yanglong shook his head: "Your Highness may have some omissions in his actions, but they are all innocuous. Countless people in the world will also benefit from your Majesty. If your Majesty is a coward, then 90% of the emperors in the history books will be reviled."
"Really?" The young emperor suddenly let out a long breath, and said with a slightly gloomy face: "I don't understand why I can't win the support of the people? Why do people like Murong Tonghuang, who should be aloof and independent, be the number one gangster in the world? Beiliang? Why are all the civil servants hiding their secrets and there is no Zhang Julu?"
Qi Yanglong remained silent.
The young emperor realized his tense, calmed down his emotions, and waved his sleeves: "I am a little tired, so I won't keep you sir."
"I excuse myself."
The young emperor sat on the dragon throne and seemed to be muttering to himself: "Emperor Murong Tong, I want to see how you return the sword."
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Meanwhile, the Royal Palace.
There was a eunuch standing on the roof of a palace.
The eunuch's appearance is young and handsome, like a weak-headed man. He is not as cold and slender as an ordinary eunuch, but has a hint of the elegance of a scholar and the heroism of a warrior.
The young eunuch is of the same age as the country, and shares weal and woe with the Liyang Dynasty.
He put his hands behind his back, and the eunuch's python robe moved automatically in the wind, making a hunting sound, as if he was about to fly out of the python robe.
If there are Qi practitioners of the level of Guanyin Zong Dantai Jingping and Qin Tianjian Nan Huaiyu here, you may be able to see the passages of heavenly luck pouring into the young eunuch's body, making the young eunuch's Qi more powerful and abundant. , like gods and demons.
"Hey, you guys, you always do things without considering the consequences. Why do you always want to fight? Isn't it good to be friendly?"
The young eunuch looked to the north and sighed: "I... actually don't know how to fight, but when I do fight, I haven't lost yet. What's more, this is Tai'an City, my Tai'an City. I can sit and watch the wind and rain of two hundred years, no matter who It’s not easy to defeat me in Tai’an City.”
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Qin Tianjian.
There was a man ascending to the Tongtian Tower and looking up at the sky.
This man has a white beard and white hair, and his face is old. He seems to be no different from an ordinary old man, except that his temperament seems to be integrated with this world, transcending the limits of heaven and earth.
This person is none other than former supervisor Zhengnan Huaiyu.
"Grandpa Jianzheng, you have been staying at Tongtian Pavilion and looking at the sky these past few days, but have you seen any revelations?" A young man wearing the official uniform of Jianzheng stood next to Nan Huaiyu.
He was once the school boy of the old supervisor, and now he is the new supervisor. Even though his status is extremely high, his title to the former has never changed.
Nan Huaiyu sighed: "That man is coming. I saw killing and death. I saw wind and rain."
Young Jian Zheng said nonchalantly: "Grandpa Jian Zheng, we may not lose."
The old prisoner was lowering his head, and his tone became deeper and deeper: "Qi refiners are originally from outside the country, seeking immortals and visiting the Tao, but our northern sect's qi refiners are affiliated with the dragon. Perhaps from the beginning, this path is You're on the wrong track. I was involved in Baiyi Gu, and you were also involved in that incident, Little Bookcase. He will definitely come back to Qin Tian Prison to return the favor."
The old eunuch suddenly raised his head, with a pair of old and deep eyes that were as bright as the stars in the sea. He turned to look at the young eunuch: "Little bookcase, you can run away. Our lineage cannot be severed. All the old disputes in the past have been settled by this old man." The one who deserves to die has to bear all this. Maybe... for me, this is also a kind of relief."
"Grandpa Jianzheng, we have invited our ancestors down, as well as the eunuch of the same age in the palace. It is said that the King of Shu, Chen Zhibao, has also arrived. He will probably take action... We will not lose."
The little bookcase's tone was stubborn. In his impression, Grandpa Jianzheng had always been calm and capable of everything. This is the first time I have seen Grandpa Jian Zheng in such a panic.
"No! He is the Heavenly Lord, the unpredictable high heaven. He knows what is easy but what is difficult is difficult. Under the high sky, we are just inconspicuous ants under the sky."
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In a restaurant.
Chen Zhibao, dressed in white, sat by the window, looking at the busy crowd below, but in his mind he recalled the news sent by the spies a few days ago.
Although that guy was able to defeat an army of 100,000 people, it was indeed with the help of the Liang Army from the north of Hutou City.
But compared to the Beiliang Army, one person and one sword is the key to defeating the enemy.
Chen Zhibao could already imagine that elegant figure dressed in black, single-handedly fighting against thousands of troops, no one could stop him, no one could defeat him.
If it were a battle in Shacheng, Chen Zhibao would be confident in deploying his troops and generals no matter who he faced. As for the martial arts competition, not to mention the younger generation, even if he is a master in the world, if he is willing, he can be among the top ten in martial arts evaluation. But if you meet that person...
"then."
Xie Guanying, dressed as a scholar, came over, threw a pot of wine to Chen Zhibao, and said with a smile: "You have to try it. This is Nuerhong that has been stored in the cellar for forty years. It is a good thing that even money can't buy. If you want it, It’s not that I had some friendship with the boss in the early years, I’m afraid he wouldn’t sell it to me.”
Chen Zhibao didn't use a wine glass. He opened the wine bottle and took a few sips. He wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and said, "Good wine."
"Haha, as long as you like it." Xie Guanying smiled: "This time Murong Tonghuang returns the sword, it is destined to cause a huge commotion. The news of your arrival in the capital has spread, so you must contribute no matter what. , even if it’s just a superficial effort. But don’t go all out. That guy defeated an army of 100,000 people by himself is a little bit mixed, but when he fought against the world’s masters alone, he was not fake at all.”
Chen Zhibao suddenly raised his head and stared at Xie Guanying without blinking, making the latter feel a little creeped out. Then he slowly said: "You also played a role in that matter. If it weren't for you, maybe that sword would have been damaged by the armor." Qi Lianhua blocked it, aren't you afraid that Emperor Murong Tong will settle the score with you and risk his life just to see the fun?"
Xie Guanying asked Chen Zhibao to drink, but he drank tea himself.
After listening to Chen Zhibao's words, he put down the teacup and showed a proud smile,
"I have a very high level. Although my level does not mean that I am good at fighting, my ability to escape is second in the world, and no one can be called the best in the world."
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Deng Tai'a also arrived in Tai'an City. He chose a restaurant that was not too expensive and sat by the window on the second floor. In the slightly disdainful eyes of the waiter, he only ordered a plate of cheap side dishes and a pot of unnecessary food. Money for tea.
Taking a tea cup, Deng Tai'a drank and poured himself. Compared with other masters in the world, this peach blossom sword god was always so leisurely.
"That Sanlu guy, as soon as he went to Shu, there was no news. After seeing the excitement today, let's go and see him. After all, he is my apprentice, Deng Tai'a, and he can't be bullied."
Soon, Deng Jianshen, who was drinking tea and eating vegetables alone, met an acquaintance. He was an elegant middle-aged man in a blue shirt. When he saw him, he was not polite and ran straight over, sat opposite him, and asked the waiter. After ordering a bottle of wine and two plates of side dishes, he turned around and said with a smile, "Mrs. Deng, we meet again."
Deng Tai'a was as gentle as ever: "Guanzi Cao, the fighting is in full swing on Guangling Road. If you don't take charge of the overall situation, why do you have time to come here?"
Cao Changqing, a man in green shirt, smiled and said: "Like you, I'm here to see the fun."
Deng Tai'a shook his head and said: "Don't lie, I just came to see the fun, but if there is an opportunity, I don't believe you will be willing to just be a spectator."
Cao Changqing chuckled and said: "This is natural. If Tai'an City can really be in chaos and the Zhao family's son dies, then I, the great Chu, can still hold on for a while."
"You are still trapped in that city." Deng Tai'a shook his head.
Cao Changqing smiled and said: "Although you, the Peach Blossom Sword God, have stepped out of the mountain, you have only stepped out with one foot. You are only a little better than me. If you want to be truly chic, you have to be Mr. Li, the Land Sword Immortal on Huishan Mountain." senior."
Deng Tai'a also smiled casually: "That's wrong, Senior Li can't forget Fengdu's green robe, and now he has gone to who knows where. And in this world, who is really romantic and chic?"
Cao Changqing looked towards the direction of the palace: "I thought of a year ago, when there was that old man Wang Xianzhi, the Liyang Dynasty was also at its peak in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the civil servants and generals were like clouds and rain. But I didn't want it to be less than a year. So many changes have happened in time. Such a big place in Liyang actually gives people a feeling of being precarious."
Deng Tai'a smiled and said, "Isn't it not as good as you wish?"
"Yes." Cao Changqing knocked on the table and said with interest: "Deng Taohua, tell me about overseas. Are there really immortals overseas?"
"Of course, there are many romantic figures overseas." A trace of reminiscence appeared on Deng Tai'a's face, and he suddenly looked in the direction of the city gate, raising his brows with a solemn expression.
Cao Changqing also looked in the direction of the city gate and said calmly: "It seems that I don't have time to listen to you today."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you are willing to listen, I have stories here at any time." Deng Tai'a smiled, stood up, paid the bill, and walked slowly towards the city gate: "But Murong Wudi returned the sword to Tai'an City, but Who wouldn’t want to take a look at the big event that attracts the world’s attention?”
A man came from the north.
One man returns the sword to the city.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
