Ning Qian, the sword god of the East China Sea, entered Beijing with thirty-six swords in a high-profile manner as the envoy of the Northern Qi State, and fifty percent of the soldiers and horses on the long street lined up in two columns, blocking the surging crowd watching the excitement.

On this day, thousands of people in Changxing City were empty, and almost all the people flocked to the official road, stretching their necks, just to pay homage to one of the legendary six martial saints.

At that time, the sword god of the East China Sea entered the city from the Changsheng Gate in the south, and the eighteen swords opened the way, and behind the eighteen swords hall, a statue of the statue came rushing to the ground.

Thirty-six swords are all white robes flying, the long sword is behind the back, fluttering like a fairy, showing the demeanor of a master, although the step is not extravagant, but the same white silk is flying, chic and elegant, a middle-aged man sits on it, like a frame in the clouds, so not magnificent.

Unlike the same foreign envoys entering the city, the East China Sea Sword God entered the city with only a team of honor guards to guide the way, and he did not move slowly in all directions, but rode his horse as if he was marching into battle.

None of the people in the East China Sea who followed this team of leading honor guards rode horses, and they walked as if they were strolling leisurely, but the speed was extremely strange, especially the steps carried forward by eight people seemed to be gliding in the air, without a trace of bumps, and they followed the galloping leading horses closely, without any difficulty.

Although the onlookers were all ordinary people, they didn't know much about martial arts, but just at a glance, they knew that whether it was the thirty-six swords or the eight footmen carrying the footmen, they were all first-class masters, which caused everyone to admire.

The East China Sea Sword God is worthy of being one of the six great martial saints in the world, and the movement of entering the city alone is extraordinary and convincing.

Xu Rui, who had just come out of the palace early in the morning, did not join in the excitement, he used a small wheelchair to push him to leave the empty streets of the inner city.

Yaoli redressed the wound, took antibiotics to prevent wound infection, and changed into clothes, his complexion was much better, but his body was still unable to move, so he could only be pushed by Xu Rui to walk slowly.

Xu Rui's mind at this time was still stuck in the long conversation with Emperor Hongwei last night, and he felt a headache when he thought of the task given to him by Emperor Hongwei.

"You can lose the competition, but Governor Hong can't die!"

Xu Rui couldn't help but smile bitterly, although he was also a martial saint, but the Governor of Hong was already over eighty years old, and both his strength and aura had continued to decline, and the East China Sea Sword God was in his prime, and after ten years of retreat, it was the peak of his life.

The East China Sea Sword Gate dares to play the banner of "the first of the six martial saints", although it is a little arrogant, but it also represents the supreme confidence of the East China Sea Sword God.

Martial saints fight each other is face, is reputation, although the two have some gaps, but they will not take it lightly, and looking at the appearance of Emperor Hongwei, there may be some unknown insiders in the middle, so nine times out of ten it is a fight for life.

Emperor Hongwei wanted Xu Rui to save Hong Guangli's life in a death match, but he couldn't interfere with the process of this fight, which was indeed even more difficult.

Thinking of the moment of life and death when he had fought with the Prairie Martial Saint Zhuo Li Getu, Xu Rui was embarrassed, a battle of this level, unless the opponent died in front of him, he never knew if it would capsize in the gutter.

Therefore, Xu Rui didn't expect Ning Qian to leave himself a chance to rescue Hong Guangli after he won, even if he really had, with Hong Guangli's old age and the current low level of medical care, Xu Rui didn't have the slightest belief that he could save this old man.

Thinking about it, Xu Rui thought that this was a dead end, and he was put on the table by Emperor Hongwei again, and couldn't help but sigh.

"You pushed me out early in the morning, where do you want to take me?"

Suddenly, the wheelchair-bound Juli couldn't help but ask.

Xu Rui came back to his senses and said, "Naturally, I went to find someone who could help you resolve those qi in your body." ”

You want to frown: "You want to take me to Hong Guangli?" ”

Xu Rui nodded and said, "The answer is correct, there is only another Martial Saint who can unlock the Martial Saint's Qi Machine, who else can you find if you don't go to him?" ”

Yaoli rolled his eyes and sneered: "At this time, you took me to Hong Guangli, so that he could familiarize himself with Ning Qian's qi machine in advance, right?" Are you cheating? ”

was about to deviate from the road, Xu Rui's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he said as a matter of course: "This is an accident at most, who let Ning Qian hurt people first, how can it be considered cheating?" ”

Yao Li shook his head helplessly and said, "I advise you not to waste your efforts, how can the Martial Saint's qi machine be so easy to break?" Even if it was another Martial Saint, it would take a lot of effort to crack the Qi Engine.

What's more, even if I crack the qi machine in my body, it is only the tip of the iceberg of the Ning Qian qi machine system, it is like cutting off a sword that no one uses with an axe, and when this sword is held in someone's hand, it will be completely different. ”

Xu Rui frowned when he heard this: "So, you are not optimistic about Hong Guangli?" ”

Yao Li said with a smile: "No one will be optimistic about Hong Guangli, although the martial saint is strong, but he will also be born, old, sick and die, even if it is an ordinary person, an eighty-year-old and a thirty-eight-year-old person will fight, who would you be optimistic about in a normal way?"

Also, the Martial Saint is just a big threshold, and those who cross this threshold are called Martial Saints, but there is no upper limit to this threshold, and there is also a huge gap between the Martial Saint and the Martial Saint, and the difference between strength and weakness sometimes surprises you. ”

Xu Rui's face sank, and he asked again: "Do you think it is possible for Governor Hong to survive?" ”

As if he had heard a joke, he sneered: "No matter how weak Hong Guangli is, he is also a martial saint, as long as he is a martial saint, it means that there are infinite possibilities, and leaving a hand in the field of life and death is equivalent to suicide, do you think Ning Qianhui doesn't even understand this?"

Your Governor of Hong was already dead the moment he accepted the challenge, and no one could change it, unless, as you said, get rid of this East China Sea Sword God in advance.

And the martial saints killed each other, this kind of thing is even more ancient, although I don't know much about the grievances and hatreds between the six great martial saints, but it is certain that there must have been some unknown past between your Hong Dadu Governor and this East China Sea Sword God. ”

Xu Rui thought of the wounds on the shadow maid's body, and he was very unhappy, and snorted coldly: "It's impossible for Ning Qian to leave Changxing alive, but I can't kill him for the time being, it seems that I have to start with the past between them." ”

As they were talking, the two slowly walked into an empty alley, with many forks in front of them, extending in all directions, and they didn't know which one was the way the two of them were going.

"Where is that Governor Hong?"

Seeing the situation ahead, I asked with a frown.

Xu Rui scratched his head and said: "It is said that he meditates in the nearby Qingyuan Temple at this time every day, I thought it was some kind of famous temple, but I didn't expect it to be hidden in such a small path." ”

At this moment, Xu Rui suddenly saw an old man squatting on the ground studying a game of chess around the corner in front of him, and suddenly said with joy in his heart: "Yes, let's find someone to ask, okay?" ”

As he spoke, Xu Rui hurriedly pushed to walk towards the old man, who was wearing a vest and trouser legs rolled high, like an old farmer, sitting on a stone slab and looking at the endgame in front of him, as if pondering how to go next.

"This old man, where is Qingyuan Temple?"

Xu Rui asked.

But the old man didn't seem to hear, and he didn't mean to answer.

Xu Rui frowned and was about to ask again, but suddenly found that he didn't know when, his eyes seemed to be sucked by the chessboard, and his two eyes widened, as if he had seen something terrible.