Chapter 265 Like A Rising Wind And Scudding Clouds

October to the end. The capital of the Chen Kingdom, Jinling, also welcomed the first snow in winter.

In Changle Palace.

The white-robed and white-haired Chen Xuanji stood at the palace gate and looked at the drifting snow in the sky, his expression absent-minded.

Everything in the Linglong Pavilion seemed to be still yesterday.

"Xue Luo's green robes are white, and she often makes the youth grow old."

He sighed inexplicably, but he felt a little pain in his brain.

The trivial matters of the new emperor's ascension to the throne continued, and he felt even more annoyed when he thought of his old friend, but was not allowed to see each other.

At this moment, a trivial sound of footsteps came from behind him.

"Your Majesty, King Feng Xing wishes to see you." The inner official's shrill voice rang out.

Hearing this, Chen Xuanji was slightly stunned. It was already late and it was already 11 o'clock. At this time, King Fengxing had suddenly arrived. It was obvious that he wanted to avoid anyone's attention, so what he had done must be extremely unusual.

After hesitating for a few breaths, he nodded and said, "Let him in."

The inner official behind him said "yes" and then retreated.

At that time, Chen Xuanji raised his head and looked at the thin snow outside the house. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he faintly felt that the snow at this moment seemed to be a little heavier than before.

He smiled bitterly, and then his expression became as solemn and calm as an emperor.

…

When Chen Xuanji sat back on the dragon chair of Changle Palace, a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe walked into the main hall with the help of the inner official.

He lowered his head and bowed his body. From beginning to end, he did not raise his head to look at Chen Xuanji. Only when he reached the front of the hall did he suddenly kneel down and shout, "Chen Ping greets His Majesty."

"Uncle and I are clan relatives. There's no need to be formal. Get up." Chen Xuanji said softly.

However, the kneeling man did not get up and still knelt on the ground with his head bowed.

"I have a request. If His Majesty does not allow me to do so, I will not be able to get up from my knees for a long time." The man said loudly with a sad tone.

Chen Xuanji's expression changed at that time. He could vaguely guess what the man was saying, but he did not point it out.

"Uncle, what can I do for you? It doesn't matter if you tell me." He said in a deep voice, his eyes flickering with light.

Hearing this, the man raised his head. Although there was wind and frost, he could still faintly see his handsome face from back then. However, there was a ferocious scar on his face that extended from the center of his eyebrows to the top of his right lip…

King Fengxing, Chen Ping, was the half-brother of the late Emperor Chen Tingzhu. He was also a beautiful youth who was famous in Jinling City back then, but on the border, Zhao Chu, the Great Zhou Dynasty's Prince of Zhao, had sliced open the face of countless envious women to the point that it had fallen to its present state.

Of course, although these things are stifling, but Chen Ping also in the war with Great Zhou made great contributions. In addition to Chen Zhou repaired, there were few battles at the border, Chen Ping recuperated, more than a hundred thousand cavalry in his hands could be said to be strong.

What was even more noteworthy was that he was one of the few frontier generals who hadn't participated in the contest for the first wife. Now that he held a heavy army, he was the hottest person in the Chen Kingdom, apart from Munch.

"Your Majesty, please save my Great Chen Jiangshan!" Chen Ping shouted loudly, then raised his head to the ground again.

"Uncle, what do you mean?" Chen Xuanji asked calmly.

"In the past few days, Munch has changed several important ministers to his trusted aides. He has also deposed Chen Ming as a Qiu for conspiracy against him. The military has deployed more and more personnel. This is clearly to exclude dissidents. Although Munch has helped establish a new ruler, this world is still under the control of the Chen Kingdom. His surname is Meng, and His Majesty's surname is Chen!" Chen Ping said in grief, his expression sincere, a loyal monarch for the country.

Chen Xuanji raised his eyebrows, his expression still indifferent.

Seeing that Chen Xuanji did not respond, Chen Ping's expression changed and he said again, "Has His Majesty ever seen an emperor before?"

Hearing this, Chen Xuanji's expression changed. After he entered the palace that day, Chen Tingzhu still had a breath left. However, this matter was extremely secret. He had never spoken to anyone. Chen Ping had obviously obtained some secret letters from him. Thinking of this, Chen Xuanji's expression turned gloomy as he looked at the guards around him.

"I know that His Majesty is deeply concerned about Empress Dowager Meng Yu. However, at that time, His Majesty was young and did not know many things. Meng Ke had a long history of being uncourteous, and the previous emperor had no choice but to do so."

Chen Xuanji remained silent for a long time before he finally opened his mouth and said.

"I have long forgotten what happened back then."

"But King Qin Munch has been guarding the border in the west for many years, and his reputation among the people is quite high."

"Your Majesty, since the ancient times, the Dao of Officials has always been in the Nine Tin Realm. Now that Munch is in charge of military and political affairs, he has no way of advancing. He is in his prime. How could he be willing to do this? His Majesty cannot help but be wary of this tiger-wolf appearance." Hearing Chen Xuanji's words, Chen Ping's expression instantly changed as he spoke loudly again.

"I will remember Uncle's words." Chen Xuanji said. He walked down the tall dragon platform and arrived in front of Chen Ping. He extended his hand and helped Chen Ping up from his kneeling body.

Chen Ping was about to express his gratitude when he discovered that Chen Xuanji was firmly holding onto his hand.

He was shocked and looked up, but when he met Chen Xuanji's burning gaze, his body couldn't help but tremble.

"The Chen Clan's rivers and mountains will always be the Chen Clan's rivers and mountains."

"Uncle, don't worry. I will always remember that you and I are family."

…

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, as if it would never stop.

"This move emphasizes that a saber is like a dragon. Qi comes first and strength comes second. You have to remember."

"I remember, Master, my father's father's father's father also said that form is inferior, strength is master…"

Ning Zhumang listened to the conversation between an old man and a young man in the distance, playing around with the bonfire in the snow.

They stayed at the foot of Ya Qi Mountain for half a month.

The macheteman taught the youth surnamed Su his saber technique every day, and he worked tirelessly.

That youth was quite perceptive. Any profound saber technique could be mastered in just a few days.

However, the macheteman was an immortal after all. He didn't know how long it would take for him to give everything he had learned to the youth. Thinking of this, Ning Zhumang was a little worried.

These days of dying were not easy.

He was so idle that he panicked. He couldn't help but walk to the snowy ground where the two of them were practicing their sabers and looked at the old man and the young man.

The youth was very diligent. Although the requirements of the macheteman were harsh, the youth did not complain at all. His tiny face was completely red from the cold in the snow, but he did not complain at all.

"What time has it been? Are you still practicing?"

Ning Zhumang looked at the scene for a long time, but he couldn't help but ask.

Only then did the old man and the young man raise their heads to look at the sky and discover that they were already shocked.

"Uncle Ning, are you hungry? Mu An will go catch a snow rabbit for you right now." The youth put away his saber and said with a smile.

That's a beautiful smile.

Of course, this kind of rhetoric was somewhat inappropriate for a youth, but that smile was indeed very beautiful.

It was like the spring breeze in March, wrinkling the water in the pond. It was like a green ripple that spread out the lotus flower.

Ning Zhumang liked it so much that he waved his hand repeatedly, "Don't worry, don't worry."

However, the youth still jumped into the depths of the snow to catch the snow rabbit he was talking about.

At that time, the macheteman sheathed his saber and sat beside Ning Zhumang.

"What a disciple." Ning Zhumang couldn't help but nod as he looked at the youth who had left, and sighed with envy.

The macheteman glanced at him and asked, "Envy?"

Ning Zhumang was slightly stunned. He thought of the purple-robed youth and shook his head with a smile. "I don't envy him."

His words were very frank, which surprised the macheteman.

After that, the two of them inevitably fell into a long period of silence.

When Su Mu'an returned with the two rabbits, they began to pick up the dry wood around them, while Su Mu'an was busy cutting open the two snow rabbits in her hands.

His technique was extremely skilled, and it was obvious that he often did such things.

Ning Zhumang looked at the young man with the sword on his back and couldn't help but ask, "Little Muan, didn't you say that your family is a swordsman from generation to generation? Why is there a sword on your back?"

"I'm not too sure about what my ancestors left behind." Su Mu'an lowered her head and replied. "Although no one uses a sword at home, the ancestral teachings told us to keep this sword safe. One day, our ancestors will come to retrieve the sword."

"Ancestor?" Ning Zhumang blinked his eyes. "Which ancestor?"

"Of course it's my dad's dad's dad's dad…"

Seeing Su Mu'an start counting seventeen generations of his father's actions, Ning Zhu Mang felt a headache.

'"Then how many years ago? Didn't you live longer than a Supreme True Man? Is that ancestor of yours an immortal?" He said hurriedly.

"Of course. My ancestor was the most powerful macheteman in the world." Su Mu'an raised her head and said proudly.

Ning Zhumang was accustomed to Su Mu'an 's temperament. He did not argue with him, but instead asked, "May I borrow your sword?"

Su Mu'an was stunned. She shook her head and said, "No."

"Little fellow, I'm asking you to lend me your saber. You said that your saber is a killing weapon and you can't underestimate others. That's fine. Why aren't you willing to show me this sword? Are you still afraid that I'll snatch it away?" Ning Zhumang pretended to be angry.

"No, no." Seeing this, Su Mu'an hurriedly waved her hand. "This sword …"

He furrowed his brows in frustration and said, "No one has been able to pull out this sword since the day it was passed down. Besides the people from the Su Clan, anyone who touched this sword would be devoured by the boundless sword intent within the sword."

The little fellow spoke very seriously, but the more he did, the more curious Ning Zhumang became.

He stared at the extremely ordinary looking longsword behind Su Mu'an and said again, "So miraculous? Then it should be even more so for me to see."

"I really can't. I'll hurt Uncle Ning." Su Mu'an said solemnly.

The macheteman on the side also opened his eyes. He had never heard of such a thing before. At that time, he whispered, "Mu An, let Brother Ning have a look. He is at least the head of the Linglong Pavilion, so he should be fine."

Su Mu'an had always respected his master. After a slight hesitation, she removed the sword from her back and handed it over. "Uncle Ning, you have to be careful. This sword…"

"Got it, got it." However, Ning Zhumang didn't care.

However, when he received the sword, his heart couldn't help but tremble. A faint sword intent came from the seemingly simple scabbard, which vaguely confirmed Su Mu'an 's words.

The expression on his face instantly became solemn. The macheteman at the side seemed to have realized something from Ning Zhumang's expression. He looked at Ning Zhumang and watched his actions.

Ning Zhumang held his breath and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword. He took a deep breath and was about to pull out the sword.

Only then did he exert a slight force on his hand.

Zheng!

With a loud sword sound, a vast sword intent whistled from within the sheath of the sword.

That sword intent was so pure and vast that Ning Zhumang's cultivation at the peak of the Great Evolution Realm was no more than a drop in the ocean.

He was like an ant meeting Mount Taishan.

His heart trembled, and his face turned deathly pale.

He didn't dare to be arrogant and hurriedly tossed out the sword in his hand, but even so, his body couldn't help but fly several zhang away and fiercely fall into the snow.

"Uncle Ning?" Seeing this, Su Mu'an immediately cried out in alarm. He hurriedly ran over and helped Ning Zhumang up in the snow.

The white-browed, black-haired Sect Leader's expression wasn't gloomy. It wasn't because he was seriously injured, but because he was thinking about how shameless he had been before, and he couldn't hold back any face.

"Uncle Ning, are you alright?" The youth couldn't help but ask with concern when his appearance fell into Su Mu'an 's eyes.

"Nothing … Nothing …" Ning Zhumang smiled embarrassedly as he tried to expose this matter.

But suddenly, he seemed to remember something. He suddenly looked at Su Mu'an, who was standing beside him.

"Uncle Ning?" Su Mu'an was a little uncomfortable when he saw this, so he asked cautiously.

"Little fellow, do you want to learn the sword?" Ning Zhumang, however, did not notice him and asked in an extremely abrupt and soft voice at that time.

"Ah?" Su Mu'an was stunned. Obviously, she did not expect Ning Zhumang to suddenly ask such a question.

"Do you want to learn the sword?" Ning Zhumang asked again, a certain kind of light flashing with extreme eagerness.

"My Su Clan has always been a macheteman …" Su Mu'an tried to tactfully reject Ning Zhumang's fervent enthusiasm.

"Nonsense, your ancestor possessed this divine sword. He must be both a swordsman and a supreme swordsman." Ning Zhumang hurriedly said.

He grabbed onto Su Mu'an's pain and knew that this little fellow admired his ancestor incomparably.

Hearing this, Su Mu'an hesitated.

"Little fellow, let me tell you, my Linglong Pavilion's Thousand Words Sword Scripture is one of the best sword scriptures in the world …" Ning Zhumang saw Su Mu'an's intention to loosen up and hurriedly took advantage of the heat to strike the iron.

"But I heard …" Su Mu'an looked at the macheteman beside him. "Sikong Bai can't even take a single blade from his master …"

"This" Ning Zhumang was dumbfounded.

"Mu An." However, just as he was at a loss as to how to continue speaking, the swordsman, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke up.

"Huh?" Su Mu'an was stunned.

"It's good to have one more skill in a chaotic world." The macheteman said.

Ning Zhumang and Su Mu'an were stunned when they heard this, but the macheteman turned to look at Ning Zhumang at that time and smiled, "Isn't it envious?"

…

"Master, didn't you say that the Saint Monk went to the west and asked if there were five disciples and masters? Why was there only one person who came back?" The little monk sat in front of the Buddha statue of the Saint Monk and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Five people?" The old monk was about to fall asleep, and only after hearing this did he look up at the little monk.

"That's right, five people. Where are his disciples? Are they all dead?"

The old monk smiled and shook his head. "There has always been only one person."

"Wrong? There are clearly five of them." The little monk said confidently. He did not know where his certainty came from, but he was certain of this matter.

"Hold the Heart Calming Ape, that is, Wu Kong, and tie down the Imagine Horse Transformation White Dragon."

"There are eight fasts in the Eight Pass, and peace of mind and body is enlightenment."

"Traveling west has always been a one-man affair."

The old monk smiled and said, narrowing his eyes as he fell asleep.

When the little monk heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "Then when he went to the west, he encountered so many difficulties. Which hurdle do you think was the most difficult?"

The old monk turned to look at the little monk with a deep gaze. After a while, he muttered, "Love is the key."

The little monk didn't know why he was feeling so sad.

Buddha said that there was no self, no human, no living being, no lifespan, red pink skeleton, white bones, flesh and blood.

Since he was destined to pay for the loess, how could Qing Guan feel sad?

This Guang Lingui had never understood before, but now he suddenly understood a little.

He looked at Liu Dingdang not far away, and his heart was in a mess.

Perhaps because of the great calamity, Liu Dingdang was seriously ill.

Guang Lingui had tried several times but could not cure it. He had also kidnapped doctors of all sizes from Qingzhou to try, but he had not prescribed any good medicine.

Looking at Liu Dingdang's pale face on the bed, Guang Lingui's eyebrows surged with killing intent.

He looked at the doctors in the room who were trembling and flipping through their medical skills. He slapped the wooden table in front of him and shouted loudly.

"Three days! If she doesn't get better within three days, all of you will die!"

Following his words, a black aura gushed out of his body and instantly enveloped the entire room.

The temperature in the large room suddenly became a little cold, and the faces of all the doctors turned deathly pale.

Clang!

Clang!

But at this moment, a soft sound suddenly came from outside the room.

Guang Lingui frowned and looked in the direction of the door.

Squeak.

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a black-robed figure slowly walked into the room.

When the turbulent black gas in the room met the black-robed man, it faded away like a ghost seeing a bright sun.

Just like that, the black-robed man walked through the door and arrived in front of Guang Lingui.

Guang Lingui looked at that person with a deep frown.

"Who are you?" He asked in a deep voice, and the strange black aura around him surged.

"I can save her." The black-robed man did not answer Guang Lingui's question. Instead, he pointed at Liu Dingdang, who was lying on the bed.

"How?" Guang Lingui asked again. The vigilance between his eyebrows did not lessen at all.

The black-robed man naturally felt this. He stretched out his hands and took off the black hood on his head, revealing the handsome and beautiful face beneath it.

It was indeed a handsome face.

Sword-browed, star-eyed, red lips and white teeth.

However, his face was incomparably pale. Not even a strand of hair could be seen on his face. He even had nine ring scars neatly burned. He was clearly a monk.

The Buddhist pearls hanging around his neck proved this point. The only thing that proved this was that the Buddha was not made of some good incense wood, but was made of pale white things.

With a single glance, Guang Lingui could tell that it was made from the skull of a deceased person.

At that time, the handsome man smiled faintly, "I am Dark Asura Palace, the Lord of the Ten Halls of Yama, the King of Ksitigarbha!"

"So what?" Guang Lingui, however, did not buy it, and his brows were still furrowed.

'"Her illness is a Xiantian disease, and there is no cure for it. Even if you invite all the doctors of Great Zhou, there is nothing you can do about it. If you want to save her, only my Dark Asura Palace has the ability to do so."

"What do you want me to do?" Guang Lingui's brows were still furrowed, but his tone loosened. He didn't know what the man said, but he just didn't want to accept the fact.

"Simple." Hearing this, the man smiled again. "Just enter my Dark Asura Palace."

Guang Lingui was silent for a long time at that moment. He looked at the unconscious girl and his expression sank. He nodded heavily and said, "Alright!"

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