One Sword Nine Ya

"Withdraw half of the troops at Tianyuguan, and then?" Chen Weichen raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Shuhou.

"When we were in the mortal world, my family and the Yan family used to be old acquaintances. Tianyuguan is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but after half of the troops are withdrawn, no matter how strong the pass will be, it will be much weaker." Shen Shuhou said, "This dynasty has long been in luck. They will be exhausted at last, but they are still alive. Moreover, the southern country is located among thousands of mountains. Although the land is fertile, it is not suitable for raising soldiers.

If we support the new emperor of the Southern Dynasty, rectify the rivers and mountains, repair the armored soldiers and go north to recover the lost land, not only will the chance of winning be close to nothing, but also how many years it will take.Outside of the territory of the Southern Kingdom, only the soldiers of the Yan family are strong.If they can get the Southern Kingdom, they will be able to rest easy on their military pay from now on, and they will be able to settle down in Central Continent in less than three years if they get a man of the world like Brother Zhuang to secure the country and have the original military strength to rely on. "

On Shen Shuhou's gentle and handsome face, there was a smile of a certain victory: "When the dynasty moved south, the Yan family rebelled. Although they were regarded as soldiers and bandits by the dynasty, they were not reckless. They did a lot of robbery due to lack of supplies. The affairs of the common people are also forced by the situation. To unify Central Continent and look at the world, he is the only one who is barely suitable. After the peace is settled, the Emperor Dalongting will clean up the mess and the people will be able to recuperate. It may be ten or twenty years. It's a peaceful and prosperous age."

Chen Weichen looked at the central Zhuang Baihan: "When he was in a poor family, he was also subjected to the chaos of the Yan Party."

"It doesn't matter," Shen Shuhou said, "I have cultivated the Tao, he has become a saint, and what I think in my heart is no longer limited to one country and one monarch. Benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, grievances in front of me, and reputation behind me have all been wiped out. It's fine to plot against , Rebellion, merits and demerits for thousands of years, and leave it to future generations to judge."

After he finished his polite speech, Chen Weichen couldn't help but think of the old master who was chattering in the school. He nodded, and after hearing the reasons clearly, he shook his fan and didn't speak, but Xing Qiu yawned: "I don't listen, I don't Listen, I just watch the fun, you guys go and do your own big things."

Shen Shuhou looked at their auras, and felt that one was more unpredictable than the other, so he didn't dare to ask their identities.

At this time, the surroundings were in chaos, the mountain road was narrow, and the Temple of Heaven was at the top, so it was inconvenient for the troops to climb up, so they had to run into people's carts and horses on the road, screaming loudly.

In the chaos, a little girl dressed in brocade seemed to be separated from her family, pushed and shoved by soldiers, and ran around in panic, calling her family members as she ran, crying, and ran into them.

Chen Weichen stretched out his hands to hug her, the little girl finally stabilized for a moment, she lay on his shoulder, sobbed for a while, then gradually stopped, turned to look at the person who hugged her, saw the gentle smile in his eyes, beautiful and amiable, and let out another wow Crying: "I want to find my father... and my brother..."

"Hey, don't cry," Chen Weichen patted her thin shoulder lightly, "I'll ask Brother Immortal to help you find it."

As he spoke, he turned to the other side, with a narrow smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were watery, he only looked at Ye Jiuya, and didn't speak.

The little girl was hugged and turned her head, seeing the fairy-like figure in the painting in front of her, she was slightly stunned, and opened her pink and tender lips.

Chen Weichen sent the little girl to Ye Jiuya.

The little girl has always been used to being pampered, and she knew what to do, so she opened her short arms to Ye Jiuya.

Ye Jiuya caught it with some hesitation, and the little girl leaned against him, a soft and fragile ball, different from when she was hugged by Chen Weichen.

Chen Weichen saw his stiffness, raised his eyebrows, and laughed softly: "Brother Immortal, hurry up and help the girl find her family."

The little girl's body suddenly became lighter, and she was carried up into the air. Looking at the densely packed human heads below, her eyes widened with teardrops.

"Where is it?" She heard a voice like ice and snow.

The little girl searched carefully among the crowd for a while, and finally found her family members who were also anxiously looking for her.

She pointed it to Ye Jiuya: "Brother Immortal, there, there."

There was another gust of wind blowing, and it seemed that in an instant, he fell to the ground again. The snow-white shadow in front of his eyes flickered, and there seemed to be a trace of coldness at the end of his nose, and it was gone when he looked again.

The little girl stared blankly at the sky.

Shen Shuhou looked at Ye Jiuya who had gone and returned, and couldn't help but wonder who the young master in brocade clothes and painting fan was, who could talk to Ye Jianzhu like this.

At this time, under the Temple of Heaven on the top of the mountain, in front of Zhuang Baihan was the emperor's corpse, blood spilled out and smeared on the stone.

The soldiers rushed to the high platform, but without exception, they were blocked by the majestic aura, and no one could get in. Even if they threw their spears with all their strength, it was without exception the result of landing with a clang.

The scholar closed his eyes, letting the strong wind on the mountain blow his hair and robe sleeves, as if he was comprehending something.

"There are actually quite a few people in this world who keep saying that they want to help the people. However, they just want to sell their knowledge to the emperor's family, get a job and return to their hometown. In a peaceful and prosperous age, they are naturally useful to the country. In troubled times, if you vote for a foolish king, you can only eat and wait to die." Chen Weichen looked at Zhuang Baihan and said.

Xie Lang was thoughtful: "That's right, Mr. Zhuang really cared about all the people in the world. His husband and his wife died in the world, and he completely lost his thoughts about the imperial dynasty. Looking at the current situation, Mr. Xie's luck when he sacrificed his body was indeed very good. Gathered on him—time and fate, chances and coincidences have reached such a state, but whether it can maintain this state, not just a flash in the pan, depends on his state of mind and good luck, if hatred arises because of those things, yes The mood is also very unfavorable.”

Seeing such a strange phenomenon, all the old officials over there were also confused.

"This...how can this be done? Could it be God's will?"

"Look for the national teacher quickly, didn't he also show his true skills at the Peach Blossom Banquet?"

"Why is there such a mess, let the situation settle down first, and it's serious to go back to China!"

"What about the demon?"

"You didn't hear that he kept saying that he was speaking for the common people, so he probably wouldn't do anything to kill the Quartet!"

One of them sighed: "I actually admire him a little bit."

As soon as these words came out, the veterans fell silent.

These old civil servants who are over half a century old have inconvenient legs and feet, and they only make the military generals run around like headless chickens - the dynasty has been emphasizing literature over military for many years, even if they are of the same rank, the military generals are more than one level lower than civil servants.

Master Guoshi was leisurely and leisurely, hid in the carriage, and did not forget to say hello: "Fresh lychees, chilled all the way with ice cubes, come and eat."

Chen Weichen wanted to make fun of him: "You live so comfortably, and you spent all the money from the treasury, go and help them settle the disaster."

Xing Qiu leaned on the soft pillow, peeled a snow-white lychee, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "The emperor himself wants to confess to me, and I never said that I would help him."

Xie Lang looked at the sky outside through the window: "You said, the way of heaven is like human beings, can they think?"

Xing Qiu said: "How do you say that?"

"Mr. Zhuang's sanctification is really too coincidental. It can't be explained by chance, but by God's help. Right now, the luck of the immortals and the human world is all shattered, but this kind of thing that changes the universe has happened-could it be that God also wanted to revitalize his own luck? "

"Didn't your Taoism talk about the reincarnation of destiny, the prosperity and decline, and the decline and prosperity are all deterministic? According to what you said, we don't need to hold any Dao discussion conference, just wait for Tiandao to prosper its own luck. "Lu Hongyan answered like this, obviously disagreeing with the Taoist's conjecture.

"Nor...not at all." Xie Lang scratched his head, and continued: "Although the immortal way is withered, it is difficult for the disciples to enter the realm, and the various sects also lost their vitality in the battle of Tianhe, but Lord Ye Jian, Lord Yanlong, and Lord Lanshan , even Emperor Yan back then, which one of you is not a genius? A person who has almost reached the peak of the immortal way at a young age? Even in the past when the immortal way was most prosperous, such a person is rare in hundreds of years. "

"Whether my luck is up or down, the way of heaven is there, why should it toss and turn on its own?" Lu Hongyan said mercilessly.

Xie Lang was speechless for a while.

"Of course I want to compete with the other side for luck." Chen Weichen was also peeling the lychee, and when he pressed two fingers on the skin, the shell separated to the two sides, revealing the crystal white inside. He fed himself first, and then the leaf. Jiuya asked if it was delicious, and then said slowly, "You heard what you heard in Zhichen Temple a few days ago, did you forget?"

——The world of human beings and the world of demons are dependent on each other, have the same origin, and share luck. The demons flourish while the world declines.

"However, the little Taoist is still thinking too much," Chen Weichen continued, "Even if Heavenly Dao really wants to take the initiative to revitalize its own luck, there is only so much it can do - it obviously has no brains, otherwise my bad luck would have already been destroyed. Just being killed by it, how can I live until now?"

That was the end of the topic, and they went on to talk about something else—such as what happens in the sky.After a long time, the chaotic and shouting outside gradually stopped before looking outside.

More than half of the soldiers left, escorting those who had finally settled down hurriedly returned to the capital, and they didn't even want the monarch's body.

Zhuang Baihan has opened his eyes, his energy is gradually drawn into his body, the brilliance is condensed, and his aura is quite different from before.Shen Shuhou said something to him, the scholar turned his head to look at the infinite rivers and mountains, with empty melancholy in his eyes.

The two walked down the mountain road, not knowing where they were going, and disappeared among the white clouds.

The remaining soldiers hurriedly cleaned up the emperor's body.

Chen Weichen pulled Ye Jiuya out of the carriage, came to the pool of blood, picked up the white jade piece stained with the emperor's blood: "Look at its aura."

There is indeed air circulation on it, but it is still not enough.

"Although the dynasty is already on the verge of collapse, if Zhuang Baihan killed the emperor, he would still be able to survive for a long time. When Tianyuguan is empty of troops, the Yan Party takes the opportunity to attack and enter, and the Southern Dynasty is completely destroyed. It will be the time for the new Dynasty to rise... by then , on this very important piece of white jade, which has inherited Zhuang Baihan's aura when he became a saint, the luck will be enough... When the scholar gets angry, he can also shake the luck of the world—let's call it the scholar sword."

He also took out those things and counted them all: "Ji Mie Xiang, Kai Yang Blood, Splendid Ash, Scholar's Sword, Jiuyou Tianquan...all of them."

Chen Weichen looked at those things with complicated emotions in his eyes. He was in a daze, but was interrupted by a sword cry.

With a clear cry, the Nine Ya Sword came out of its sheath, and a chilling sword light slashed forward.

Chen Weichen raised his head abruptly, in front of him were three things with condensed black energy, with a hideous human face in the center, screaming and being sliced ​​off one by one.

It was exactly what I had encountered in the Fairview City!

Ye Jiuya obviously also reacted, and thought of something else: "Demon?"

"Probably." Chen Weichen opened the folding fan with a "swish", and the energy on it swelled, and he spoke extremely fast: "Where did they come from—"

Before he could finish speaking, he fixed his eyes, turned around quickly, and the fan quickly cut open to block the two ferocious heart demons rushing towards him screaming from behind.

During this moment of respite, the corner of the eye scanned the entire mountain top, and seven or eight black shadows sprang out unexpectedly!