Martial Arts: The Lonely Shaman of the Nine Worlds was exposed, and Yueyue burst into tears!

The red flag flew like fire, driving the sound of triumph throughout the palace!

On this day, Empress Jiang Guo passed away.

After working day and night for two years, he finally found a moment of peace before he died.

On this day, Long Yang failed to say goodbye to his biological mother.

He kept waving the big flag at the top of the city, even if the death knell rang, he stopped for a moment, until he stood on the top of the city with the banner of the Jiang flag, completely unconscious.

When Emperor Jiang returned, he saw only the queen's new tomb.

Long Yang, the prince of the Jiang Kingdom who hated war, put on armor and went into battle this year, leading the army to resist foreign enemies.

Whenever there is a war, he must go to the front line and take the lead in the charge.

But no matter how brave Long Yang is, the national strength of the two countries is really far apart.

Yang Guo's army seemed endless, no matter how much he repelled, how much he killed, or how long he overpowered, they would spread like locusts in patches.

The land of Jiang State was gradually being eroded, wars were raging everywhere, and the people were in dire straits.

The two brothers and sisters get together less and leave more, and what Solanum nigrum does the most is to stand on the top of the palace, waiting for Longyang to return.

There was never a smile on her face again.

And every time Long Yang was a teacher, the time he could stay in the capital became less and less, from the first few months to the later days.

On this day, not long after Long Yang came back, the emperor issued a new expedition order.

Before he had time to meet Solanum nigrum, Long Yang began to count the soldiers and horses and inspect the army.

Suddenly, Long Yang's complexion changed, and he pulled out a soldier with a gun from the lineup with a cold face.

"What are you doing here?!" Long Yang scolded.

This little soldier is none other than Long Yang, Princess Jiang.

"Brother Huang, Solanum nigrum will go with you too!"

Solanum nigrum stubbornly said.

"This is going to war, don't mess around!"

Long Yang's tone was extremely stern, "Go back to me and take good care of Father."

"No! Don't leave the nightshade behind!"

Solanum nigrum could not cry, and said: "Solanum nigrum is not as strong as the queen mother, solanum nigrum cannot do without the emperor's brother, solanum nigrae would rather bleed and die together with the emperor's brother! Solanum nigrum will never stay in the palace alone again!"

"I said one last time! Leave now!"

Long Yang turned his head, and couldn't bear to see Solanum nigrum.

"No! Solanum nigrum will never leave!" Solanum nigrum shouted.

"it is good!"

Long Yang's eyes froze, he snatched the spear from Solanum nigrum with his hands, and swung it along.

Bang~~!

Click~!

The sound of blunt instruments hitting the flesh and the sound of bone cracking sounded at the same time.

"Ah!!" Solanum nigrum let out a miserable cry and fell directly to the ground.

"Send the princess back to the palace!"

Long Yang turned around resolutely and gave the order.

Immediately, two soldiers stepped forward, set up nightshade on the left and right, and left the school grounds.

"Brother Huang! Brother Huang!"

"Don't leave the nightshade! Don't leave the nightshade!"

"Brother Huang—"

The voice of Solanum nigrum was getting farther and farther away, but Long Yang turned a deaf ear to it, only the right hand holding the spear kept shaking, proving that his heart was not at peace.

Above the clouds, everyone looked at Sedum worriedly.

Ever since she learned that Solanum nigrum was indeed her younger sister, Sedum has remained silent, with no expression on her face.

Until just seeing Long Yang broke Solanum nigrum's leg with his own hands, Sedum trembled all over.

"If you don't have the ability to bear it, don't watch it."

The saint's voice suddenly sounded and echoed around everyone.

Jing Tian let out a long breath and said, "I'm fine, continue."

The holy lady stopped talking.

Long Yang led the expedition for a very long time this time, and it has been a year since he returned to the army.

When he just returned to the palace, he saw a beautiful figure running towards him at high speed from afar.

"Brother Huang!!!"

Solanum nigrum happily ran over, but when it got in front of Long Yang, it suddenly stamped its feet.

Looking at Long Yang's face, Solanum nigrum instantly turned red, and stretched out her hand tremblingly: "Brother Huang, you...your face?"

"Oh, it's just a scar, and the people in the whole city should be happy."

Long Yang smiled warmly.

A scar... just?

Solanum nigrum is no longer a three-year-old girl. She knows exactly what a scar on her face means.

The scar is red in color and protrudes high above the cheek, which shows that at least the bones were visible when it was first established, which also shows that Long Yang almost died on the battlefield!

This is still visible on the face, how many scars should there be under the thick armor?

Thinking of this, Solanum nigrum could no longer hold back, and threw herself into Longyang's arms, bursting into tears: "Brother Huang, don't leave the nightshade anymore, okay? Don't leave the nightshade anymore... "

Longyang has mixed flavors, and there is a strong urge in his heart, wanting to say yes to Solanum nigrum,

But at this moment, a minister behind Long Yang said: "Prince, the situation is urgent, we can't delay any longer!"

The two brothers and sisters froze, and slowly let go of their arms.

Long Yang raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Solanum nigrum's face, and then led a group of ministers to leave resolutely.

Solanum nigrum didn't stop her, but just stood there blankly.

Looking at Longyang's back, Solanum nigrum only felt that the burden of the whole world fell on the shoulders of Huangxiong alone.

She had never hated herself as much as she did now.

This year, Emperor Jiang was seriously ill, and Yang Guobing besieged the capital of Jiang.

Jiang Guo has reached the last moment of life and death.

Long Yang, who had obtained the power of supervising the country, disregarded the ancestral rules and opened the hand scroll of the magic sword handed down from generation to generation.

In Jiang Country, there has been a legend circulating.

The birth of the magic sword, the color change of the country and the reversal of the universe will bring inexplicable crises to the users.

Long Yang directly ignored the crisis, and began to gather alchemists to forge the magic sword together, hoping to turn the tide by virtue of the power of the magic sword.

It takes 180 days to cast the magic sword, and the solar terms, timing, and celestial phenomena are coordinated, and the process cannot be interrupted.

Once the city is broken, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Longyang's task is to defend Jiang Kingdom's imperial capital 180 for three days.

180 for three days.

Solanum nigrum couldn't see the scenes outside the imperial capital, she didn't know how Longyang spent the past 180 days.

Only when Long Yang occasionally went back to the palace to check the magic sword, would she secretly hide in the dark, to feel sorry for Long Yang's exhaustion.

Fortunately, these 180 days have finally passed.

Long Yang returned to the secret place of the palace and asked a middle-aged alchemist: "What's the matter? How long will it take?"

The frequent battles have made Long Yang forget the time.

"anytime!"

The middle-aged alchemist said confidently, but there was no joy on his face.

"it is good!"

Long Yang clapped his palms and praised: "Once the magic sword is forged, you will be Jiang Guo's benefactor after I repel Yang Gou, and Yang will treat him as a national teacher!"

Saying so, Long Yang was about to cup his fists and bow down.

"Wait a minute!"

The middle-aged alchemist quickly held up Long Yang who was about to bow down, and said: "The prince does not know, but there is one more crucial thing needed to complete the magic sword."

"What?" Long Yang was taken aback.

"The crown prince's...flesh and blood."

Chapter 134 Jiang Guo is destroyed, Solanum nigrum is sacrificed to the sword!

"The flesh and blood of the prince's close relative!"

"Only by putting your flesh and blood into this sword-forging furnace can you truly forge a magic sword!"

The alchemist's words made Long Yang's face change suddenly.

"What next of kin is better than myself?"

Long Yang smiled, and was about to walk towards the sword casting furnace.

"Absolutely not!"

The alchemist was shocked, and quickly stopped Long Yang: "This sword is extremely weak, it can't stand the prince's masculine blood, a woman is necessary..."

Before he finished speaking, Long Yang grabbed the alchemist by the collar and asked loudly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier!!! Who are you!? Are you a spy sent by Yang Guo! Letter If you don't believe me, the crown prince killed you!"

"Prince, please calm down. I was born in Jiang Country with a humble job and grew up in Jiang Country. I am a true Jiang Country person, not a spy."

The alchemist was not panicked by the threat of death, but said calmly: "And this is also the reason why the kings of all dynasties sealed up the magic sword hand scroll."

"..."

Long Yang was silent for a long time, and finally let go of the alchemist, and said in a deep voice: "If you dare to reveal this matter, I will kill your three clans! Let's pretend that we have never forged this magic sword." .”

"Does the prince want to disregard the people of Jiang and the country?"

The alchemist questioned loudly, completely ignoring the courtesy of the monarch and his ministers.

"It's none of your business."

Long Yang turned around with a cold face, "I, Long Yang, will carry the heavens of the people of Jiang Country. Even if it falls in the end, it must not fall on Solanum nigrum!"

"you……"

The alchemist wanted to persuade him again.

But at this moment, a loud roar came.

This is the sound of siege logs hitting the city gate!

Long Yang's complexion changed, and he walked out quickly.

But before he walked out of the sword casting place, Long Yang ran out from the shadows.

"Brother, I heard everything."

Long Yang looked at Solanum nigrum, and said seriously: "Let me finish the magic sword!"

"To shut up!"

Long Yang's face was stern, and he scolded: "Who let you in? Get out!"

"why!?"