As the news spread, the prestige spread rapidly. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Baiyun City, an obscure small city, entered the national high-level vision for the first time, and stepped onto the stage of the Southern Tang Kingdom with a strong attitude!

The Golden Scale Imperial City was the imperial capital of the Southern Tang Kingdom, and was the political, economic and cultural center of the entire Southern Tang Kingdom. It is extremely prosperous, with a gathering of warriors, many families, and even innate sects.

At this moment, the Imperial Palace of the Golden Scale Imperial City, in the imperial study.

"Father, that Baiyun City dares to slaughter my Tang army, it's really hateful. This is not only the loss of my Tang army, but also the prestige of my Tang State, the son of the son implores his father to let the son send troops to attack Baiyun City! Capture the lord of the White Cloud City, and wait for the fate of the father and emperor!"

In front of the desk in the imperial study, Li Bizheng, the emperor of the Southern Tang Kingdom, was reading the folds, and when he heard this, he glanced up at the crown prince Li Yu slightly, and said lightly: "I, the Southern Tang Dynasty, am at war with Southern Chu, so it is not appropriate to cause more trouble!"

"Hehe, my father doesn't need to worry, he has his own frontier army to deal with the war with Nanchu. Now that there is still a spare army in the country, it is completely possible to send an army to attack Baiyun City again!" Prince Li Yu hurriedly said.

Li Bi, the emperor of the Southern Tang Kingdom, frowned, "Attacking Baiyun City?" The 100,000 troops in Chiyang Prefecture have lost 70,000, and even the great general Ouyang Xu has been killed, how many people do you want to send to attack!"

"Father, 100,000 people can't be done, you can send 200,000, we have a lot of troops in the Southern Tang Kingdom, so I don't believe that we can't break through a small Baiyun City. Prince Li Yu said.

"Bang!"

Emperor Li Bi slammed the table when he heard this, and said angrily: "Bastard, don't you still want to let me lose another 200,000 troops! Now that my Tang Kingdom is in an eventful season, the scale of the war with Southern Chu will expand at any time! ”

"But Father, the treasure of millions of gold coins in the hands of the Baiyun City Lord-" Prince Li Yu hurriedly said, and wanted to say more, but Emperor Li Bi picked up the inkstone and smashed it directly.

"Get out! What a fool, you get out of the imperial study for me immediately!" Emperor Li Bi said coldly.

The crown prince Li Yu was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away and left the imperial study.

"What a stupid idiot, I can't teach it. In the future, if the important affairs of the state are entrusted to this son...... Hey, if I didn't have only one son, how could I make this fool the crown prince!" Emperor Li Bi's face was pale and ugly.

"Your Majesty, don't be angry, it's not good to be angry with the dragon body, in fact, the prince is also out of kindness. Now that the treasury is empty, the crown prince also wants to share his majesty's worries and solve problems. The old eunuch who was waiting next to him hurriedly persuaded.

"Hey, millions of gold coins, why don't I covet it, but Baiyun City is not weak, and the means are endless, and I don't know what the details are. Attacking it rashly is too risky and provokes a strong enemy in vain. Emperor Li Bi's eyes flashed, and he muttered: "According to the information coming from the front, this is a very powerful and mysterious city, and the strong are qualified to possess this treasure!"

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In the cold winter, the cold wind howls, rolling up pieces of withered yellow fallen leaves in the air, fluttering and swaying, covering the ground.

It has been more than a month since the last big war in the blink of an eye.

Baiyun Mountain, Xianquan Villa.

"Whew!"

"Woohoo!"

The sword roared in the village, fluttering in the fallen leaves, but I saw a young man in green clothes dancing the sword in the wind, the swordsmanship was elegant, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, the combination of movement and static, and it was natural.

The Qingfeng Sword bloomed with debut sword light, and there was a strong wind blowing, and the fallen leaves around him fluttered regularly.

If there is a master who knows the sword here, he will be amazed by the superb swordsmanship of this young man, who has cultivated the swordsmanship to the realm of perfection at a young age.

This sword-dancing young man is naturally Ye Xing. In the past month or so, except for some necessary things that need to be dealt with, Ye Xing has basically been practicing.

After concentrating on hard cultivation for thirty or forty days, with his amazing comprehension and hard cultivation, Ye Xing's footwork, body technique, and swordsmanship have all stepped into the realm of Dacheng. As for the cultivation of internal strength, it has reached the pinnacle of the Nine Realms in the true sense.

The previous peak of the Nine Folds Realm can actually only be called the peak of the pseudo Nine Realms. Because the true qi at that time had not yet been completely refined, there was the true qi sucked by Liu Lihong, and the true qi sucked by Cao Bohao, which was very complicated. At that time, time was urgent in the treasure land of the Great Luo Sect, and it was only a preliminary refining, and the true aura was naturally chaotic and not condensed enough. Therefore, at that time, although Ye Xing was a cultivator at the peak of the Martial Dao Nine Fold Realm, his true combat power could only be ranked at more than a hundred.

Now, after the penance, all kinds of exercises have been completed, and the true qi has become even more round, and all of them have turned into pure innate true qi. The combat power is no longer Wuxia Ameng, and in just over a month, it has skyrocketed by several layers.

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

After a set of swordsmanship dances, the sword is sheathed, and the fallen leaves around it lose the drive of the sword wind, and they fall to the ground flutteringly.

The leaves are withered yellow fallen leaves, and in the cold winter season, the beauty of Xianquan Villa can not help but show a little bleakness, which only increases the sadness.

"Yao remembers the first time I met Mengxue, I was still in the Lake Center Pavilion, I haven't seen you for a few months, and it's like a world away!" Ye Xing's eyes were extremely longing, and he looked at the Lake Center Pavilion faintly.

The Lake Pavilion is located in the middle of the lake below the cliff face.

The green pine trees on the cliff wall, the waterfall and the spring. The waterfall is like a silver-white horse pouring down from the cliff, smashing down on the lake, the sound of the water is roaring, the blue waves flow, and the ripples ripple one by one.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Xing kicked the ground with both feet, and the whole person flew up, launched a light skill, jumped over the lake, and landed steadily in the pavilion in the center of the lake.

In the pavilion there is a guqin, which is covered with a thick layer of dust, as if recording the passage of time.

Five fingers gently brushed the strings, thoughts like water, from the heart to the heart, suddenly as if to hear the beautiful woman playing the piano and the melodious sound again, the past scenes emerge from the mind.

At that time, he was just a martial arts idiot who didn't know anything, stunned, and he relied on the exercises given by Mengxue to practice hard, and the beauty patiently instructed him.

The sunset at dusk is so beautiful!

On Baiyun Mountain, you can always see a beautiful woman with a light veil mask, the breeze blows the green silk on her forehead, the green white jade fingers blow the strings, and beautiful notes burst out from the fingertips. Two little maids, one red and one green, stood on both sides, laughing and commenting on the front. In the open space in front of him, a young man in Tsing Yi was dancing his sword in the wind in the artistic conception created by the sound of the piano, practicing his swordsmanship seriously.

The past, the relaxed and happy life, bit by bit, emerge in my heart.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk!

Without strength, how can he keep the beauty! In this cruel martial arts continent, he can only work hard.

"I heard that the rules of the Cold Moon Palace are strict, Mengxue, are you doing well over there! Soon, Xianggong will come to you soon and marry you back to Baiyun City in style. Soon, it's not far! It's not far away!" Ye Xing muttered, his gaze was extremely firm, and he looked in the direction of the Central Plains Martial Arts in the distance.

(To be continued.) )