Two rounds of red suns, one before the other, rise on the eastern horizon.

After dawn, the morning haze cleared.

A new day has arrived.

For the Northern Song Dynasty, this day may be nailed to the pillar of shame.

Because the first beauty of the empire and the most beautiful pearl of the empire are about to be forced to marry the head of the Nangong family.

One is a twenty-nine-year-old girl in her prime, and the other is an old man with a group of wives and concubines, but he still has a reputation for promoting flowers.

For any woman, such a marriage is undoubtedly a disaster.

In the palace, there are lights everywhere.

The disciples of the Nangong family are all beaming, entering and leaving the palace, as if they are in the city.

Nangong Chunliang dove occupies the magpie's nest and has completely occupied the palace, and the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty was forced to dedicate the palace as a wedding place.

In the past few days, the clansmen of the Nangong family, some disciples of the sect who are attached to the Nangong family, have entered and exited the palace at will, causing a lot of trouble, and even rumors that some palace maids have been **, and even some concubines and princesses of the Northern Song Dynasty emperor have been teased, and the news has spread and is boiling, but the Northern Song Dynasty royal family is helpless.

The two hundred and forty-nine-year-old Nangong Chunliang, dressed in a red robe, stood at the door of the Qinzheng Palace, overlooking the four directions of the palace, and there was a sense of leisurely pleasure in his heart.

Today is extremely important to him and to the entire Nangong family.

He has absolute confidence in his son.

The Nangong family has been dormant for thousands of years, and finally soared into the sky as he wished.

The first person in the world of martial arts appeared in the Nangong family.

And he, the head of the family, has the opportunity to become the first existence in the history of the Shenzhou Continent to surpass the three major empires, and thinking about it makes people tremble with excitement.

Sunrise in the East.

"Master, the Emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty and others have already waited outside the palace according to your wishes, and they are about to go with the car to pick up their relatives. A young man with a little red sand mark on his eyebrows, with a capable temperament, dressed in black, walked over and reported respectfully.

He is Zhang Ying, the eldest disciple of Nangong Chunliang.

"Is Yu'er back?" asked Nangong Chunliang.

Zhang Ying said: "Childe's flying boat, I went out last night and didn't return in the early morning. ”

Nangong Chunliang smiled and said, "Before the big war, Yu'er can still have such leisure and elegance, it must be a sure victory, don't worry about it, he won't miss today's events...... Go, go. ”

The masters of the Nangong family gathered.

Hundreds of people, surrounded by Nangong Chunliang, came to the gate of the palace.

The emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, with gray sideburns and gray hair, had a sad face, standing at the door waiting, as if he was an entourage, and the other royal family members also dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and followed behind the master of the Nangong family on foot, as if they were servants.

Along the way, there was a lot of voice.

The strong men of the major sects and families who came to watch the ceremony were lined up on the street to watch the ceremony, and there were tens of thousands of people in these martial arts alone, plus a large number of people from the Northern Song Dynasty who were forced to come to watch the ceremony, the streets can be said to be crowded, and the scale was grand to the extreme.

For any Northern Song Dynasty person, today is undoubtedly a day of humiliation.

Soon, the Eight Sages Mansion was in sight.

The entire palace, half a month ago, had been completely controlled and surrounded by the forces of the Nangong family, and they were only allowed to enter and not leave.

"Hahaha, the head of the family has already arrived, why don't you see the bride come out to greet her husband?" Nangong Chunliang's arrogant posture was a little excessive.

In fact, he deliberately did it for everyone to see, and in this way, to stimulate Li Mu, he believed that Li Mu must have come today, maybe hidden in the crowd, wanting to wait for the opportunity to save people.

He just wanted to use this way to attack Li Mu's martial arts heart.

It's really cool to step on the reputation of a martial arts legend.

The Eight Sages King slowly walked out of the gate with the people in the palace.

"Yo, Lao Taishan personally went out to greet him, why didn't he see the county lord?" Nangong Chunliang smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Didn't I tell the county lord to personally wear a wedding dress and come out to greet me?

The Eight Sages King turned pale and did not speak.

Zhao Ji, who was dressed in white, finally couldn't help it, and said: "Nangong family master, why be aggressive, since ancient times, where is there a reason for the newcomer to come out to greet him in person?

Nangong Chunliang's gaze fell on Zhao Ji's body: "Are you?"

"Zhao Ji of the Northern Song Dynasty. ”

When Nangong Chunliang heard this, he smiled contemptuously and said: "Oh, I've heard that there is a fool named Zhao Ji in the Northern Song Dynasty, who was originally a talent in the Northern Song Dynasty, and once won the champion, but unfortunately he was greedy for beauty, and he fell in love with the lord of the county for several years, gave up his good future, and was willing to laugh at a pug under this woman's knees...... It's sad. ”

Zhao Ji's face was resentful, and he said: "It's much better than the Nangong family's bullying and robbing the weak." ”

"The sword comes. Nangong Junliang stretched out his hand.

Zhang Han sent a simple ancient sword.

Nangong Chunliang held the sword in his hand, and said indifferently: "This sword is the portable sword of the head of the Qingcheng faction of the Northern Song Dynasty Divine Sect, Dao Ling, who sits in the Hanging Mountain, is immoral and helpless, not from the order of my Nangong family, I was killed by my Qilin Nangong Yu, and the hanging mountain, the Qingcheng faction was destroyed, and the sword came to my hand, just with what you just said, it is enough to die 10,000 times, however, I think you used to be a talent, if you can take my sword, I won't kill you today." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Zhao Ji's answer, a sword was slashed out.

The air parted like butter.

Zhao Ji's complexion changed greatly, and he only felt that the shadow of death had come instantly.

He was a Wenju in the middle of the year, and he only learned martial arts later, how could he be the opponent of Nangong Chunliang, the head of a thousand-year-old family, under a sword, how could he be lucky?

Burst!

The sword slashed at Zhao Ji's body.

He spurted out a mouthful of blood, like a paper kite with a broken thread, flew out dozens of meters upside down, and fell at the gate of the Eight Sages Palace.

Nangong Chunliang put away his sword, smiled, and said: "I suddenly changed my mind, I am happy today, it is not appropriate to kill, leave you alive, let you see how I enter the cave room with your unrequited beloved woman, hehe...... Come, hang him at the gate of the king's palace for me. ”

The Eight Sages King couldn't hold back any longer, stepped forward, and said, "Nangong family master, let's stop in moderation." ”

Nangong Chunliang smiled slightly and said, "Old Taishan, stand down, I don't want to hurt you and me today." ”

The Eight Sages King stood in front of the seriously injured Zhao Ji and said angrily: "Hmph, what kind of harmony is there between you and me?"

"Hehe, how can you still be so ignorant at a great age? There are some things to say, and some things to say. Nangong Chunliang returned the sword to the sheath, and his eyes gradually became cold.

The Eight Sages King seemed to have made up his mind, did not give an inch, and said loudly: "The old man said it clearly, you don't want to marry Yu'er today, unless the old man's blood is splashed five steps, and his liver and brain are smeared in front of the gate of this palace." The demeanor and tone are resolute to the extreme.

"Hehe, I'm really ignorant. Nangong Chunliang shook his head, the smile on his face was inadequate, and said: "Old guy, I'm afraid you can't stop it, it's a pity that this old bone is buried today, and finally give you a chance to retreat." ”

The Eight Sages King's face was resolute and fearless: "I said it, unless I die." ”

Nangong Chunliang smiled contemptuously and stopped talking.

The eldest disciple Zhang Ying sneered, walked over directly, extremely rough, pinched the neck of the Eight Sages King, and dragged him to the side like a little chicken.

The old man's neck was suffocating, making a ho-ho sound, and his hands and feet struggled.

And there are other disciples of the Nangong family, who dragged Zhao Ji up from the unconscious, and some people came over with iron hooks, and they wanted to use this barbed iron hook to penetrate the shoulder blades and hang him at the gate of the palace.

The members of the Northern Song Dynasty royal family looked humiliated.

The people of the Northern Song Dynasty around them were all agitated.

"Today, my Nangong family, the king of the world, is to kill chickens and monkeys, hehe, whoever dares to disobey will be killed. Nangong Chunliang looked around, his eyes swept over the faces of countless people, disdainful and disdainful.

His voice was like thunder, resounding all around, reaching everyone's ears, and said: "Today, who else can stop my Nangong family? The so-called first person in the martial arts in the past, Li Mu, the sword god of Taibai City, is also in front of my son's sword, hesitating, not daring to show up, not even his own woman, he doesn't dare to save it, he is a waste, hehe......

As he was talking, suddenly, a figure, stumbling in the direction of the palace in the distance, came speeding over, and said loudly from afar: "Master, master, it's not good......

Poof!

This figure fell in front of Nangong Chunliang, and said in a panic: "Master, it's not good, it's not good...... it's Kong Gang, the second disciple of Nangong Chunliang.

Nangong Chunliang's face was angry, and he said, "What's the alarm, don't let me get up...... Get out of the way. ”

He was so domineering just now, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, the aura he created was destroyed, and his heart was already burning with anger.

This Kong Gang, who is very sensible on weekdays, has the vision to see, why is he so reckless today.

Kong Gang didn't seem to feel the anger of the master, his face was panicked, and he defended in a panic: "Master, listen to me, the sky is falling, the sky is falling, I ......"

Halfway through his words, Kong Gang was suddenly stunned.

He raised his head, his eyes looked at the sky in front of him, his face was frightened, as if he had seen something most terrifying, his pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his finger and pointed it, trembling with fear: "Master, teacher...... Master......"

Nangong Chunliang was stunned, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

He looked in the direction Kong Gang was pointing.

Everyone is looking in this direction.

But I don't know when, a tall and thin man like a bamboo pole carrying a piece of clothing, Feng Xuan resisted the wind, standing in the air, his clothes moved without wind, and the person behind him was an antique erhu, and he was holding a rectangular jade box in his hand, like an immortal, overlooking it.

This man...... Who is it?

In front of the palace, there are so many masters of the Nangong family, and there are also strong people from all sides, all of whom are martial arts giants, but no one has noticed when this tall and thin bamboo-like man appeared.

"Nangong family master?" The tall and thin bamboo pole man had a dashing figure, fell to the ground, and stared at Nangong Chunliang.

Nangong Chunliang frowned and said, "Your Excellency is ......"

"Taibai City Daolu Sword Servant, send a big gift to Your Excellency. The tall and thin bamboo pole man said, and as soon as he raised his palm, the rectangular white jade box, as light as a feather, flew towards Nangong Chunliang in a flutter.

"Taibai City?" Nangong Chunliang reacted.

He sent out a soft force to catch the jade box, dragged it in his hand, and sneered: "You are Li Mu's person? Why didn't Li Mu come himself? Hehe, what kind of big gift did you give, are you afraid? If you are afraid, come to my Nangong family to personally admit defeat, and be a slave for a hundred years, maybe I can let him go......"

As he spoke, he opened the jade box.

A pungent and bloody breath came to his face.

"This is ......" Nangong Chunliang's face changed greatly.

There were two human heads inside.

A Nangong cloud.

A Nangong feather.

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