Chapter 148 The Arrival of the Military Sage, the Power of the Sage, and the Chaos in the Capital

The Confucian Temple is located on a beautiful hilltop.

"Ding ding!"

A middle-aged blacksmith with a thick beard and strands of white hair is holding a hammer and banging a hot red sword. The wall beside is filled with various weapons.

The blacksmith has a serious expression, bright eyes, a strong back, a beard like a black steel beard, and a pair of strong shoulders full of crisscrossed muscles, stained with shiny sweat stains.

Every time it is struck, the spiritual power emanating from the whole body splashes out, and the blazing sword is put into the century-old mysterious water to cool down.

"Zizzi!"

A large amount of steam filled the air, blocking the view.

A sharp sword was forged in an instant.

Suddenly, the middle-aged blacksmith looked at his proud work and paused for a second.

Then he frowned, as if he noticed something, and the blood in his heart seemed to feel something.

Not long after, a message from the deputy leader of the Confucian Temple came to my ears.

The middle-aged blacksmith raised his head and stood by the window, looking at a certain direction in the sky. His eyes narrowed with an extremely dangerous look, and he cursed angrily: "How dare Xiao Fangxiao plot against this saint."

"Do you really think that we saints, who only want to not interfere in worldly affairs, can just live in temples and eat hard food? Are you going to be lawless? Since this saint has abided by the rules for three hundred years, not causing trouble or causing trouble, and has done his best to be benevolent, there are still people who don't If you obey the rules, show your ability to disobey them. If not, then go to hell.”

After cursing, the middle-aged blacksmith came to a thatched house next door.

Inside the thatched house is actually an ancestral hall. In the center of the ancestral hall is a transparent bottle, which contains a golden Buddhist lotus. Inside, twelve golden beads warm the shadow of a slender woman.

This is the only remaining soul of my daughter before she left.

Unexpectedly, now it has become the last life-saving thing.

The middle-aged blacksmith held the bottle, squatted on the ground in memory, and sighed: "Daughter, dad told you that this overall situation, even if a saint is involved, is tied up, but if you don't listen, you have to leave the Confucian temple and follow That kid. I’m not complaining about you, but I’m complaining about you. Don’t worry, I will seek justice for you.”

The middle-aged blacksmith who was originally squatting stood up. The transparent bottle turned over and disappeared from the palm of his hand.

He slowly walked out of the thatched hut and saw no one around him. He stood up from the ground like a snow-white rainbow that exploded from the earth and shot towards the sea of ​​clouds high in the sky.

The roar was so powerful that all the scholars in the Tianshan Confucian Temple raised their heads to look at the sky.

"Who is out of seclusion?"

"It seems to be Uncle Ning who made the sword on the top of the mountain. I heard from my husband that his identity is not simple. He seems to be the soldier sage who killed a lot of evil three hundred years ago. In order to compete for the top of the mountain, he founded a sect and had a dispute with Buddhism. He went to Buddhism to apologize and admit his mistake, and several Bodhisattvas fell for it."

"It's impossible. Ningzhong hasn't left this mountain for three hundred years, and he's leaving now?"

"What you don't know is that this saint is a master swordsmith. In the first half of his life, he killed very hard, comparable to the evil star in the sky. People around him will die before they can live long. In the second half of his life, he forged swords to repay his sins. , this 'Big Buddha' has a daughter. She is as gentle as water, but she is still affected by his bad reputation and cannot get married. It's just that her daughter got married recently, maybe she had an accident. "

In the ancient palace.

Li Sheng sat upright in front of the chessboard. From his perspective, a chess piece as bright as the sun suddenly appeared on the chessboard and entered the densest position of the chess pieces.

The land of the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

At the entrance of the palace, there were several women in palace attire, elegant and beautiful women and men in brocade clothes and jade belts, chatting and laughing happily, and a ten-year-old boy in a python suit looked dull, like a puppet.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

There was an earthquake in the palace, the dragon veins suddenly became turbulent, and the national movement was in turmoil.

The graceful and luxurious lady with a golden hairpin turned pale and said angrily: "Who dares to offend me, Da Zhou?"

"Report to the Imperial Master quickly!"

The man in splendid clothes and jade belt felt a terrible aura, and his expression changed.

A few people haven't taken a step yet.

"boom!"

There was a banging sound, and the head of the woman with the golden hairpin suddenly burst open, and then the heads of the beautiful and beautiful woman next to her also fell apart one by one.

Except for the ten-year-old boy in a python suit who stayed still, everyone else died.

The figure of Soldier Saint Ning Zhong was hovering in the sea of ​​golden clouds, with sharp eyes, he looked around and sneered:

"Xun Yu, you like to play clumsy tricks of hiding behind the scenes. I will destroy the fate of the Southern Zhou Dynasty and stop your path."

Just after he finished speaking, he flashed away outside the border. The next moment, he was seen holding down the head of an absconding old man with one hand, grabbing it and bringing it back to the border. Just as he was about to press it with his five fingers, the old man begged for mercy:

"Lord Soldier Saint, if you have something to say, please tell me! This little old man is not a national advisor."

Before he could finish speaking, the Soldier Saint crushed the head of the Eleventh Realm National Master's lackey and threw the body out of the country, letting the monsters in the wild eat it up.

However, the emerald green rainbow light that escaped from the corpse ran very fast, with purple smoke rising from its tail, like the water of a river. It fled thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. He only glanced at this ray of darkness coldly, his eyes like a sword.

Thousands of miles away, the green Yin God suddenly split into two, and both its souls were destroyed.

This movement attracted the attention of many powerful people in the surrounding area. Pairs of spiritual consciousnesses came to scan the area, wanting to see who it was. However, when they saw the person, they were all horrified.

"Is this the Soldier Saint Ning Tomb?!"

"Isn't he living in seclusion in the Confucian Temple?"

"When did you leave seclusion?"

Ning Zhong remained silent, his two fingers together, the black literary energy and the red Taoist energy merged, he was a great cultivator of Confucianism and Taoism.

In an instant, there were two auras surging rapidly in the sky and on the ground, as if a shocking sword appeared in the world.

"Not good! Retreat quickly! These are the two life magic weapons of the military saint, the Dao of Slashing and the Buddha of Asking. They are both made by the souls of his subordinates in the past, and are usually stored in the sea of ​​qi. If these two objects are sacrificed, the world will be in turmoil!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, all the prying consciousnesses dissipated and stopped watching.

Above the clouds, a sword tip of 800 meters long appeared, shining and colorful, like a red sun.

A shocking giant sword instantly fell from the sky and hit the national defense formation of the palace.

The formation was like paper and was quickly broken.

The power of the life magic weapon was unparalleled, and it instantly razed the dragon veins within a radius of 100 miles in the Southern Zhou Dynasty to the ground.

For a time, the sky and the ground were silent.

However, the flying sword did not stop, but quickly swept towards the territory of Dayan.

The capital of Dayan was surging.

The old man who was fishing and sitting firmly on the sky suddenly looked at the other direction of the sky, revealing a solemn expression.

At the gate of Dayan Shengming Palace.

A man with black and white hair, feminine appearance, tall and slender figure, ten white and slender fingers, and one finger-long nails walked out. He was very eye-catching.

The Qin Demon looked at the old eunuch in red python clothes beside him and asked:

"Eunuch, someone is coming straight to the Dayan Palace, why?"

"Let the mountain and water gods who sit in charge of the country's destiny take action." The old eunuch said lightly.

In an instant, a figure stepped on the sword and came, breaking through the sky and coming to the sky above the imperial capital.

There was purple mist rising from the twelve incense burners of Lei Chi Taoist Temple, and the incense condensed into a huge golden talisman. As the starting point, there were gods on earth in all directions who obeyed the order and revealed their majestic Dharma bodies.

The Water Goddess of the Imperial Capital was on the river, with her sleeves raised, looking up at the sky, and a golden body of a hundred meters high appeared.

In all parts of the Great Yan territory, there were righteous gods with huge bodies, offering their own magic power and gathering on the golden talisman.

The Water Goddess was the first to greet them, and her voice was ethereal.

"Stop, the Great Yan Imperial Capital is ahead."

But it seemed that the owner of the flying sword did not have the habit of introducing himself, and the long rainbow went straight through the golden body of the Water Goddess.

A loud bang was heard.

In a breath, the body and the golden light were shattered.

In the capital, many masters of Great Yan exclaimed, full of doubts.

"This saint came to Great Yan to kill people, and no one should stop me. I am sorry for offending you."

A faint voice was heard by everyone in the Great Yan Palace.

Although the words and characters were polite, the tone was not polite at all, as if coming to the Great Yan Imperial Capital, he vowed to kill people and would not stop until he killed them.

This saint?

Could it be that the saint is here in person?

The cabinet ministers, the court officials, and the monks from the three academies were all shocked.

A middle-aged man fell from the sky and stood above Changle Palace. He was wearing a short gown that only covered his chest and back, and he held a long sword on his bare arm.

"Among the people present, who is Xun Yu, the national teacher of Southern Zhou? Come and die quickly. I will shout dozens of times."

Hearing this name, many people were still confused and didn't understand how Xun Yu and this person had an enemy.

Only a few people changed their expressions and realized that something was wrong, while some suddenly became enlightened and suddenly realized.

For example, the chief minister Yuan Xuangang, Wang Hefu, and some famous Confucian scholars and sages.

Of course, Lu Mingyuan was at the side of Princess Jinwu and didn't dare to move, but he had naturally heard of this name.

He accidentally learned about it from Qi Xingyan.

This person came to the Great Yan Palace to kill the national teacher of Southern Zhou.

Why did he come to Great Yan?

Could it be that this Southern Zhou State Master is now in the Great Yan Imperial Capital?

Is this person helping the Second Prince to escape danger and alarming two saints, the Saint of Reason and the Saint of Military Affairs?

Lu Mingyuan thought of this possibility.

If that is the case.

Today's drama is spectacular enough.

It is a secret game between many saints.

The scene is big enough, and the melons are full enough.

Let's make a fuss, the bigger the better, it would be best to kill the Second Prince directly.

"Ten."

The Saint of Military Affairs began to count down.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd moved.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and kept saying: "One!"

He chopped down with a sword in his hand.

Between him and Changle Palace, a very fine golden silk thread appeared, like a line of tide, advancing rapidly.

The sword energy was impartial and just cut a great scholar.

"Master Xun?!"

A scholar on the side exclaimed.

However, this Master Xun was not hit by the sword energy.

The sword energy quickly disappeared at the fingertips.

"I didn't expect you to break your oath, come out of the Confucian Temple and hold the sword again. I really underestimated you."

"In this case, do you think you can live a peaceful life in the second half of your life? I'm afraid the Buddhist sect will not let it go?"

Seeing that his identity had been exposed by someone in the sky, he simply stopped hiding and smiled lightly.

"Father-in-law!"

Lu Yunqing was still very surprised and shocked to see Ning's tomb here.

This sentence reminded many people.

The identity of this middle-aged man.

He is the father of Princess Ning.

The military saint of the Confucian Temple!

Everyone opened their mouths and took a breath of cold air. They did not expect that the Soldiers Saint Meeting would come so quickly. Originally, after Princess Ning died, some people speculated that the Soldiers Saint would not let it go.

"How do you have the dignity to call me father-in-law now?"

The Soldier Saint sighed, a look of disappointment appearing in his eyes.

Lu Yunqing looked guilty, knelt down with fists clenched and said, "It's my fault that I didn't protect Ning'er!"

"If it hadn't been for this saint's backup plan, Ning'er would have never been reincarnated."

Hearing this, Lu Yunqing suddenly raised his head, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Ning Zhong did not respond to him, but looked at the gray-haired old man, Master Xun.

Not only him, but also the cabinet ministers, Yuan Xuangang, Princess Jinwu, and the white-robed monk Jiang Shan all looked at the Great Zhou Guoshi who had been hiding in the world for a long time.

Chief Assistant Yuan Xuangang focused his eyes and said: "I have long heard that the Nanzhou Kingdom has long lived up to its reputation. The country's leader is like a puppet, and the court is like a decoration. It should be a good thing you did."

"The first disciple of the sub-sage, Xun Yu."

Xun Yu responded with a smile: "The people have a safe place, live and work in peace and contentment, the ministers perform their duties, the politics is clear, and the power is in the hands of one person, what's wrong?"

"On the other hand, Great Yan is resorting to militarism, civil strife continues, and the nine sons are restless. Is this a good result?"

The monk in white clothes, Jiang Shan, clasped his hands together and said calmly to Xun Yu: "It turned out to be the Imperial Master Xun. The poor monk said, why is it that Mr. Xun's knowledge is so profound? His sentences are concise and contain philosophy. It is indeed not easy to discuss with the Imperial Master. things.”

"That's what I said. The friendship between the king and his ministers will not end due to misfortune."

Xun Yu smiled confidently: "Of course I can do it as a national teacher, because I am Xun Yu."

"Master Jiang's teachings are indeed exquisite, but they lack a bit of verve."

Luo Ying, who played the role of Princess Jinwu, was sweating profusely when she saw Xun Yu's figure. She didn't expect that this gentleman was in the palace and had been cooperating with the implementation of the plan.

After thinking about the weirdness of many banquets, it turned out that someone was behind it.

It's just that this time, taking action on King Jin's behalf will also be the last time.

How should he contend with the Soldier Saint?

Xun Yu looked at Bing Sheng, obviously already knowing what he had done. The other party had already taken away his lair, so he shook his head and said: "Ning Zhong, you committed such a crime, are you not afraid of being punished by God? The method is so bloody and cruel, It was not done by the saint who stood majestically in the Confucian temple."

Ning Zhong showed a sarcastic smile and laughed angrily: "You think you have too many clones and you think I can't do anything to you, right? I'm not the dull stone statue of Li Sheng who claims to inherit the Confucian tradition. He just knows how to stay on the chessboard every day. When you are trying to solve a situation in front of me, and you are talking about morality and etiquette with me, a military master and swordsman, is your brain rusty and gnawed by bugs? "

"Okay, without further ado, please go die."

The Soldier Saint held the long sword in his hand.

The sword energy overflowed and surged, and an extremely terrifying scene emerged, as wide as the river and the sea, and the energy soared into the sky.

Xun Yu knew that the clone was no match for him and had no intention of resisting. He sighed and said: "The murderous intention is as strong as ever. So what if you kill me? Everything is still going according to plan. If I die, the chessboard will still be there."

"Although I expected this move from you, the last move is always the last move."

Ning Zhong sneered and said: "Don't worry, no matter how many plans you make, your level and realm will never surpass that of the Ya Sheng."

Xun Yu frowned, this was the sentence he disliked the most.

After finishing speaking, Ning Zhong's whole body was like a bright pillar of light, rising from the ground. A ray of sword light passed through Xun Yu's forehead, but the blood had not yet flowed out.

Master Xun, who had just become famous, collapsed in front of the gate of Changle Palace.