"Let's all go."
Zhao Yan walked between the two of them with a nonchalant look on his face, then suddenly paused, raising his arm lightly and pointing at Tang Ying, who was slumped in the distance.
"I almost forgot, this kid has to die."
Seven swords shot up from the ground in an instant, roaring like arrows, and the surging sword energy passed through Tang Ying's body in the blink of an eye.
Countless bloodshot eyes oozed from his body, and his head suddenly dropped.
After doing all this, the seven famous swords flew back to the Qitian Sword Box like a baby swallow returning to its nest.
Banhe pressed the hood and the sword box automatically folded up and was carried back to her body again.
From beginning to end, the Zhenwu Sword was safely inserted in the top slot, unused.
"Mount your horse for the next battle."
Zhao Yan walked back slowly, smiled at the two of them and said.
Song Yuanqiao can be killed, but it's not necessary.
After all, he is Zhang Sanfeng's eldest disciple, and now he has been promoted to Zhixuan with the help of the luck of the court.
No matter what, it is still a retreat left by Wudang.
It’s hard to say whether we will be friends or foes in the future.
Sanyu can kill, but there is no need for him to take action.
If a prince of the country offers wine to him after his death, there will be people in the court questioning him, and the Confucian sect will make things difficult for him.
It’s hard to say whether he will be able to lead troops in the future.
In officialdom, if you make a mistake, it will be difficult to recover.
The three of them remounted their horses and continued eastward along the damaged official road.
Geng Yujing turned to look at Song Yuanqiao from time to time, with a melancholy look on his face.
He didn't know where Uncle Song had gone...
Now that I know it, I have mixed feelings in my heart.
The latter smiled apologetically at him, turned to Sanyu and said:
"I have to go back to Pingjing. Will General Chang come with me?"
Sanyu picked up the spear and raised the barrel to his shoulder.
He curled his lips and shook his head.
"I won't go back. Once Confucius dies, I will be blamed if I go back."
"It's better to resign...if you give Old Thief Liu some money, you should be able to buy some peace."
He looked at Zhao Yan's back sadly and sighed.
"It is still the job of young people to make a living in the world."
"In this case, Pindao will take the first step."
Song Yuanqiao made a fist-cup salute and strode towards the forest.
Look in this direction, it's towards Wudang.
To go to Pingjing, you should go north.
Sanyu stood there for a long time. After Song Yuanqiao walked away, he suddenly turned around and looked at his back.
He frowned and sighed again:
"He is also a poor man."
After saying that, he walked a few steps to pick up the body of Zen Master Du Nan and carried it on his shoulders to find Tang Ying's remains.
After all, they had fought side by side, so collecting their corpses was a proper duty.
As for Kong Weizhen…
It has to be sent back to the Confucian sect.
……
"Sister, what kind of person do you think this Zhao Yan is now?"
Lianxing played with a strand of hair on her neck, curiously waiting for her sister's answer.
The two of them were walking among the mountains and forests, and the breeze blew their skirts slowly.
"He is an interesting character. He is a martial artist in the Celestial Realm. He has three religions in one. I have never seen such a person before."
There was an imperceptible softness on Yao Yue's indifferent face.
"Who is more powerful, sister or him? Anyway, sister feels she can't beat him."
"With the strength he has shown so far, he is still inferior to me."
The two of them seemed to be climbing to the top, and a ray of sunlight came through at the end of the path.
It had been raining for a while, and it finally cleared up.
"But after today, I will be a land god. Among all the people in Kyushu who are worthy of being my opponent, there will be no one like him."
Her swan-like neck supports her delicate chin, proudly independent.
Lianxing nodded in agreement, and after a while, he said happily.
"But he is only twenty-three years old, and he is still a member of the Song Dynasty court. He should be able to become a land immortal, right?"
"The Song Dynasty is different from our Ming Dynasty. There are no living gods like Zhang Sanfeng."
Yao Yue frowned slightly when she heard this, stopped and looked at her sister coldly.
There was scrutiny and questioning in his eyes, which made Lianxing's heart tremble.
"Sister...why are you looking at me like that?"
"Are you tempted?"
"No... no way!"
Lianxing waved her hands in panic, but her pretty face was slightly red, looking a little guilty.
"I just think he's weird and I'm just curious about how someone like this could exist..."
“……”
Yao Yue gave a soft "hum" and turned around to continue going up the mountain.
"There is no best."
This sister…
I have never worried so much about outsiders before!
Lianxing patted her chest, calmed down for a while, and followed her sister's footsteps.
On the surface, he denies it...
But a question inevitably arose in her heart.
Are you really not tempted?
Unable to calm down, the two came to the top of the mountain.
Looking into the distance, a long Pingshou official road runs across the wilderness. At the end of the official road is a checkpoint sandwiched between two mountains.
After passing this pass, we left the territory of the Ming Dynasty.
And hundreds of feet in front of Guancheng, a man and a sword stood tall.
Dressed in white and holding a sword, he looks like a banished immortal.
"It's the Lord of Baiyun City."
"He's just a lackey of the imperial court."
"Who is stronger, sister or him?"
"Between brothers."
Hearing Yao Yue's answer, Lian Xing couldn't help but worry about Zhao Yan.
After all, my sister said just now that the strength he has shown so far is still slightly inferior, so if you look at it this way...
"You two, we meet again."
When Lian Xing was worried, a voice came from the side.
She turned around and saw that it was Li Xunhuan who had been watching the battle before.
"Why is Qixia Town so interested in the King of Song Dynasty?"
Yaoyue glanced coldly and asked.
Li Xunhuan took out a small wine bottle from nowhere, opened it, took a small sip into his mouth, and replied with a gentle smile:
"Old people like to rank, but it's harder for juniors."
"I originally planned to make only one rouge list, but as soon as the prince surnamed Zhao left for the Ming Dynasty, the old man suddenly became interested and said that the old dragon was about to die and the situation had changed. It would be better to make another list of the world's masters. My life is miserable. I just want to make a list. Maybe I’m here to run some errands.”
He said it casually, but after hearing this, Lianxing felt that he was worthy of being Old Man Tianji.
Just from some fragmented information, we can see the changes in the pattern of Kyushu.
After all, Qixia Town has a special status and it is not as easy to obtain a lot of information as Yihua Palace.
Qixia Town is located in the mountains between Dali and the Three Kingdoms of the Tang and Ming dynasties. It is a paradise formed spontaneously by many martial arts masters.
These people don't care about the world, but they see everything in the world.
Although it is an extremely powerful force, it never interferes in martial arts disputes.
It is a place where entry and exit are strict. As long as you decide to cut off the world of mortals, you can become a citizen here and get shelter.
But if you want to leave, you have to go through the extremely harsh Three Guansi Dilemma, otherwise you will never be allowed to leave.
Only in a place like this can we be ranked on whatever list we want.
"Hmph, go back and tell that magician that if I can't be convinced by the list, your Qixia Town will be included in the list."
"Absolutely! Even if we don't fight, our Qixia Town welcomes the two palace masters to visit at any time."
Li Xunhuan cupped his hands and smiled, then turned his gaze downwards and saw Zhao Yan and the others riding horses leisurely in the distance.
"The real master is here."
