Huh ~
The invisible energy spreads in the courtyard, and the misty mist spreads, just like the legendary real dragon traveling, with clouds and mists accompanying it, and it is difficult to see the beginning and end.
call!
It seemed like the cold current fell sharply, inside and outside the hall, and even the entire front hall of the royal palace were silent, as if it was frozen.
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the mysterious swordsman walking slowly in the clouds and could not move them away at all.
"Northwest King, Prison Yang!"
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.
Just knowing the name and seeing the shadow, everyone present felt that their hearts seemed to be covered by a layer of shadow, and under great pressure, they seemed to have even breathed rapidly.
"After a few years of separation, Senior Mu's style is even better than the past."
Yang Yu's gaze turned and fell on Mu Qingliu.
This is not the first time he has seen this Ming Sword Saint. It is just the last few times that he was seriously injured. Even though his momentum is still strong, he is not perfect in the end.
For their existence like this, this is a huge flaw.
Just as the old demon in Heishan was broken by the Taoist Zhenyan, his ranking on the Jinxiu Mountains and Rivers List fell instantly.
At this moment, Mu Qingliu, who had recovered from his full strength, had his sword energy that was indifferent to him, and he was also a little more staring at him.
"I am already in my twilight years, so how can I have any style? But you, your aura, are getting stronger day by day. I really admire and awe..."
Mu Qingliu stood pressing the sword, his clothes moving without wind. His expression was calm, but a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
This is also not the first time he has seen Yang Yu, but the shock in his heart is still better than in the past, Dingyang City, Dayan Mountain, and now.
After meeting three times, the person in front of him gave him different feelings every time, and each time there were huge changes.
If he thought he could still see the bottom of the Dayan Mountain, but now he was concentrating on his mind and feeling, he felt that the person in front of him seemed to be in the fog, and even he could not see the depth of it...
How long has it been?
"It's just a little progress, and the heavens will not change. Even if the ancient immortals and Buddhas are reborn, they will eventually stop before. What if they do?"
Yu Yang sighed slightly.
This is not his pretending to be modest.
The Book of Life and Death has the ability to gather fortune, and changes with the changes in the territory it covers. Now that the three paths are in hand, the fortune he gathers and the power of nourishment he accumulates are far from being imagined by people.
But even with such fortune, his progress has been much slower than before in the past three or four years.
"What can I do..."
Mu Qingliu was silent.
More than thirty years ago, he had touched that insurmountable bottleneck, and over the next thirty years, he had almost no progress...
In contrast, the person in front of you...
"Northwest King!"
The two talked for a few words, and the Longyuan masters in the hall also recovered. The old man covered his swollen face and spoke hoarsely:
"You come and I, Linlong, what do you mean?"
It seemed that because Mu Qingliu was in front, the old man calmed down, but Yang Yu just glanced at the bitter King of Linlong and Dragons among the crowd:
"King Linlong, can you take Yang to visit the former residence of Prince Zhao?"
"It's impossible."
The King of Linlong calmed down and raised his hand slightly to make an offer.
At this moment, except for the old man's face turned red, both Zhang Qingming and the Linlong Taoist master who had been shouting before, and Zhang's elders all became silent.
I watched the two leave without daring to stop them.
"Brother Mu, you..."
The old man looked at Mu Qingliu, as if he wanted to say something, but the latter didn't look at him and walked away.
Lawrone thought about it, picked up the Overlord Gun, walked at the end, and when the crowd behind him wanted to follow, he turned around again:
"You guys, go as far as you go! I'm afraid that the old man will die again when he sees you in the Spirit of Heaven!"
After saying that, he ignored the dark faces of the Zhang elders, and turned around and left with a smile.
The nine paths of the Ming Dynasty are the most special. One double king, the Linlong King seems much lower-key than other vassal kings, but the strength of the Linlong Dao is stronger than most anti-kings today.
Although many masters left after his death in the martial arts lecture hall, the rest of the martial arts hall was not inferior to the Northwest Road today.
Of course, Yang Yu is not included.
The Linlong Palace covers a considerable area, but there is no garden in the backyard. Instead, there is a small hill surrounded by various fruits and herbs.
There are hot springs underneath, and the winter never fades.
When he arrived here, the Linlong King clapped his hands casually. Several servants had already rushed over and served wine and food in front of that small courtyard.
"In the past, most of my second uncles lived in Lin'an Mansion, but if they came to the royal mansion, they would definitely live here..."
The scene is touching, and the Dragon King is a little sad:
"After his death, many things he left in Lin'an Mansion were also taken here to pay tribute..."
"Old man..."
When he arrived here, Lawrence Lang couldn't help but feel a little fluctuating and his expression became complicated.
"In a hurry, there was no preparation, and the wine and food were a bit simple. I hope you guys don't mind..."
The King of Linlong asked everyone to sit down.
"The King of Linlong has a heart."
Yang Yuzi would not refuse, so he sat down calmly, Mu Qingliu and Youlong also sat down,
"Thank you, Brother You, to help you get the siege..."
The King of Linlong bowed and thanked him, and Lawrence waved his hand and refused to accept his gift:
"Although the old man doesn't like me, he has received a lot of favors from him. If he doesn't help you, it's impossible to say..."
At this point, he paused slightly, and his light swept over Yang Yu in front of him:
"However, You regrets it a little now..."
“…”
What else can the King of Linlong say? I can only smile bitterly:
"I'm not sure about it. The King of Northwest came this time because he was invited by this king. I really didn't expect that the two of them would come."
These two people refer to Youlong and Mu Qingliu.
"Tsk, no wonder the old man chose you as king. He is a person with vision. This is great. You'll not be beheaded."
Lawrence chuckled:
"Prison Prince, what do you mean?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the atmosphere in the yard suddenly became solemn. The Linlong King just picked up the wine glass and then put it down silently.
Mu Qingliu also looked at Yang Yu.
"What do you think of Linlong King?"
Yang Yu fell into the cup.
"Um……"
When the words came to his mouth, the Linlong King swallowed it again, pinched the wine glass. He pondered for a long time before saying:
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content below! "There are no kings in the world, and there are no immortal dynasties. My Zhang family has been able to gain more than 400 years of nationality for more than 400 years because of the reign of Taizu. However, their descendants are unfilial and have not been able to benefit the world. If there is chaos today, they will be guilty of the world and be ashamed of Taizu..."
After considering the sentence, the King of Linlong breathing became rapid, and the huge pressure could not be removed in his heart. He knew that his next words would determine the fate of his Linlong Zhang family in the future dozens or even hundreds of years.
"Our Linlong Zhang family has no intention of being involved in the throne, nor has the intention to advance the world... I hope to help the prince pacify the world,
All the troops under their command, food, treasures in the mansion, and guest officials... can be dispatched and used by the prince. I just want to keep my Linlong lineage and guard your side for you..."
In just a few short words, the Linlong King was sweating profusely. After saying that, he seemed to be fished out of the water.
"Prince Zhao, Yang has great kindness. Logically speaking, Yang should never make things difficult for the Linlong Zhang family..."
Yu Yang spoke, his voice calm.
When they heard this, the three people present felt a sank and couldn't help but look at each other.
How many of them are all knowledgeable people, so how can they not understand this technique?
really……
Lawrence sighed in his heart:
"Prison Prince, you should not be so unkind, why not consider it?"
"There is no two masters in the country, and there should be no country in the country!"
Yu Yang gave an answer.
This is not because he is not humane, but because this move is too much of a disaster and he is not afraid of it, but he cannot leave this mess to future generations in the end.
It is true that if he does not take the Linlong Tao, he can suppress himself, but as Wang Muzhi said, what if he is not there?
It’s better not to do it until you finish it!
After being a human being for two lifetimes, Yang Yu naturally understood this truth.
Therefore, even though this is Zhang Xuanba’s former retreat, there are two martial saints, Mu Qingliu and Youlong, in front of him,
The King of Linlong lowered his posture again and was willing to attach himself to the horse's tail, but he still couldn't agree.
"The prince is really so inhumane..."
The King of Linlong felt sad and immediately looked at Mu Qingliu:
"Senior Mu..."
"Mu doesn't understand the battle for the world and doesn't want to bother with his hands."
At this time, Mu Qingliu spoke just now. He untied the long sword around his waist and placed it on the table. It was the most common old sword. Because it was polished for too long, it looked a little thin and transparent.
"Mu, just a martial artist, doesn't have that much face to sell to anyone, but fortunately, there is still such a sword that is neither good nor bad..."
Mu Qingliu raised his hand and poured sake on the blade, rubbing his fingers gently:
"Everyone in the world says that you are the best in the world, so you should have the best in the world..."
Buzz buzz ~
The faint sword sound spread, Yang Yu looked carefully, and as Mu Qingliu's fingers brushed over, the old sword was covered with a layer of white light.
He wiped it once, and the light was one minute, and nine times. With his current eyesight, he could no longer see the sword. There was only the pure light in front of him!
"Good sword!"
Seeing this, Yang Yu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:
"Senior Mu's sword is much more important than that of the past..."
"It's not as good as Brother Xuanba, the Northwest King, and Mu's talent is just as talented as ever. He has only practiced such a sword technique in his life. Even sword technique is not worthy of praise..."
Mu Qingliu still wiped the blade again and again:
"More than seventy years ago, Mu traveled around the world and met a genius on Pingxi Road. He practiced and realized it himself and created a stunning sword technique!"
"oh?"
Yu Yang was a little curious.
"That young man did not know sword skills and only cultivated sword energy. When he first saw him many years ago, his every move was thirteen feet long and his sword energy was about to show his strength..."
"Twenty years later, he has become more and more serious. The sword energy hides. With one thought, the sword energy bursts out from 84,000 pores all over his body..."
"Guan Qi!"
When Mu Qingliu spoke at this point, Lawrence had already blurted out.
"Then what?"
Yang Yu naturally knew who he was talking about, but he still asked.
"More than ten years ago, when he saw him again, he was no longer obsessed with the sword energy. When he raised his hand, the Qi was spreading across the sky, and the whole world was used by him!"
Mu Qingliu said softly:
"At that time, Mu's heart was shocked and he also realized that he had been confined to the first half of his life. Even though he was called the Sword Saint, he had not yet entered the room..."
when!
While speaking, Mu Qingliu flicked his sword gently:
"Nine years ago, Mu was injured under the will of heavenly sword used by Lu Chen. He might have thought that Mu was seriously injured by his body and mind, but in fact, Mu was lucky enough to take off his shackles and gain the essence of the sword..."
"Tsk, Senior Mu is so crazy. This ordinary sword in your hands is afraid that it will be more fierce than the thousands of forged divine weapons!"
The King of Linlong was still watching, and Yao Long had already stood up. While admiring, he did not forget to hold on to the former, floated and retreated ten feet away.
"Senior Mu's understanding is really good. If it were not for the limit of heaven and earth, it might be possible to go further, and it is unknown."
The depth of Yang Yu's eyes reflected an invisible side of ordinary people.
In front of him, Mu Qingliu was no longer the figure of him, and replaced by a sword light that was so pure that it was.
At this moment, Mu Qingliu's breath disappeared, and the sword was shining with the extreme light.
This is not caused by true qi, nor is it the blessing of true qi.
But the sword, spontaneous light, light, and aura...
"Mu will use this sword to ask you for three tricks today. If you can't take advantage of this, then you will be lucky enough to take advantage of this matter..."
Huh ~
In the cold wind, Yang Yu spoke at the right time:
Chapter completed!