Before leaving Liangzhou and entering Jizhou, Meng Liang deliberately stopped at the border for a day.

The big yellow city on the border of Liangzhou and Jizhou has been rebuilt, although the scars left by the war can still be seen that year, but the passers-by walking here seem to have forgotten the life-and-death war, they are as always in the morning and evening, busy for their livelihood, and happy for life. Only the mass grave outside the city gate where 200,000 Daxia iron horsemen were buried, there was no vegetation, and it seemed that there was still a story about the sadness of the war.

Meng Liang sat down next to a steamed bun shop in Dahuangcheng, ordered a basket of steamed buns, and while eating the steamed buns without any food, he looked up at the three majestic peaks in the distance.

There was a rain yesterday.

The morning sun rises, the water vapor is hazy, and the distant mountain peaks are surrounded by this water vapor, which looks like a fairyland from afar.

Meng Liang thought that it was in this fairyland that he met Ziyu, and his mood was inexplicably much better.

He put the last bun in his hand into his mouth, drank another glass of water, then stood up and tightened the strange long sword that was wrapped with white cloth on his back, and picked up the saber on the table, and then checked out and walked out of the big yellow city.

The news that Great Xia was about to use force against the Great Zhou after the autumn has spread again in recent days, and the people in Jizhou have become accustomed to this conquest that starts every three or five times, and the news of the war has not brought any strangeness or panic to these people. Although the crowds of people coming and going on the official road are not as good as in the past, they are still stumbling and have never been cut off.

"Doesn't that old man live for a thousand years?" Perhaps because it was too boring along the way, Meng Liang muttered to himself as he walked on the official road.

Of course, he didn't get a response, and for that, he sighed, as if he felt that this "self-talk" should not be so silent.

But soon Master Meng was interested again and started the next step of nagging.

"I've read the records of the Sword Tomb, doesn't it say that the immortals in the world are destined to fall on the tenth thousand-year tribulation if they don't become true immortals?

"And. Doesn't it mean that our Sword Tomb is the one who guards the sword? The Heavenly Sword is gone, and this evil dragon also asked me to bring it out, so why do we still guard the Tomb, let's share one by one, and if we bring it out, it's over, why don't we stay in that place?"

"By the way, what does that Dao Ancestor want to do? Could it be that he can really rely on his own ability to achieve the position of a true immortal? I listen to the old man's tone, how do I feel that this Dao Ancestor will not be good for a long time?"

Meng Liang's inquiry was like a series of cannons, but it was still just a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

He was a little dissatisfied, pouted at that time, and was finally ready to release his big move. So he cleared his throat, and his tone became a little stranger.

"Alas, you said that you helped the master of Tiance Mansion back then to plant the dragon and snake twin method in him. ”

"You are so calculating, you said that I took you to find him, and he will meet you?"

As these words came out, Meng Liang only felt that the long sword in his hand suddenly trembled, and then a rough voice sounded in his mind.

"Little Wang Ba Calf, don't talk nonsense there, if the old man really wants to harm him, why spend so much effort to get him a demon arm?"

Young Master Meng, who was scolded for being bloody, was not half annoyed, but rather excited.

It had been too long since anyone had spoken to him, so Master Meng cleared his throat, cleared the thoughts in his mind, and was fully prepared to meet this scolding battle.

"So, you still left him alive?"

"Nonsense!"

"How did you get the watchers?"

"How the hell do I know? It's just the method of dragon and snake twins, if that kid is extracted from the dragon qi and vitality, the majestic demon qi in the demon arm and the vitality belonging to the demon king will infect his body and resurrect him, as long as he can survive this catastrophe, it will be of great benefit to him in the future." But how do you know, the supreme real person of the Taiyin Palace is also involved in this matter, and he also wants to seize the dragon qi and seal the demon arm of that kid, and then there are even monitors coming! How can I think this kid is so big!" The voice became more and more irritable, a little annoyed, and a little lacking in confidence.

After all, no matter what he said, he calculated Xu Han, and he always felt guilty about this.

"So what are you going to do when you go see him this time? Apologize?"

"Apologize, I've been running the world for 60 years, and I never know how to write the word apology!" the tone of the voice became high-pitched again.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Pay off your debts!"

Meng Liang was stunned when he heard this, but he quickly reacted and said, "That's an apology." ”

"No!" the owner of the voice stubbornly repeated his own logic.

Meng Liang didn't bother to entangle with him more about this matter, he put aside the topic and continued: "It's not that he is burdened with calamity, and even the people in heaven are unwilling to let him go, you want to save him?"

"What can I do then? Do you want to watch him die?" the voice asked.

"But you're going to die. ”

"I'm fucking dead!"

Hearing this, the corners of Meng Liang's mouth suddenly hooked up a smile.

He was silent, and had no intention of fighting with the voice again, but the owner of the voice seemed to react at that time, and his voice sounded in Meng Liang's heart again: "Boy, are you testing me?"

When Meng Liang heard this, his face was a little embarrassed: "It can't be said that it is... Tempt it... I just want to know what Uncle Shi is thinking?"

The owner of the voice was silent for a moment, and his tone suddenly became strange: "Then what if I say that I am going to kill that kid and curry favor with those big people, maybe they will reward me with a shell and let me be reborn?"

"This wilderness... Bury a sword, I don't think anyone will sue me for murder and hiding the body, right?"

The voice fell silent again. After a long while, Fang gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of apprentice did Mo Chenzi find!"

After saying this, the long sword in Meng Liang's hand trembled again, and everything returned to calm.

But before that, the voice finally said: "Don't be sluggish, go to Great Xia quickly, otherwise the hour will be broken, that kid really has three long and two short, and I will really die blindly." ”

Meng Liang didn't care about this, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even worse, the sword intent in his body surged out at that time, and in the exclamations of the pedestrians around him, his body jumped up, turning into a streamer and jumping towards the north.

Perhaps because he felt that it was too boring to travel alone, Meng Liang turned on his words again after about a hundred breaths.

"Anyway, Uncle Shi, why did you steal the Xingtian Sword from the Sword Tomb back then?"

"Is it to kill the emperor? But why don't you send the sword back when the emperor is dead? It's not that the fierce sword is in the world, it will become a big disaster, our sword tomb is to guard the sword, but now it's good, the Xingtian sword didn't take it back, I carried it out again..."

Meng Liang thought that such chatter would not get a response from the person who had lost interest, but who knew that not long after these words came out, the voice sounded in his head again.

"No matter how strong the fierce sword is, it is only a sword. ”

"The most terrible thing in this world is never the sword, but the human heart. ”

"No matter how strong the sword tomb is, it can't help the people who have a heart, and the painstaking calculations of ten years, a hundred years or even a thousand years are in the world. ”

......

"Xu come, Xu come. Song Yueming hugged the pink baby in her arms, and kept repeating the other party's name with a smile on her face.

The little guy who was still in swaddling clothes widened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, a little puzzled, but also a little close. At his age, he hadn't even learned how to speak, how could he understand the meaning of Song Yueming's words, he just thought it was funny, so he wrote down the words Xu Lai and Xu Lai.

A woman in green clothes on the side looked at the man holding the child with a smile, her crescent-shaped eyes were shining, although she didn't speak, but the color of happiness had already overflowed her pretty cheeks.

Song Yueming seemed to feel the woman's gaze, and he took his mind away from the child with difficulty, then looked at the woman, and said sincerely: "These days, Mrs. ”

The woman shook her head very obediently: "Being able to share the worries of her husband is what Zichuan should do." ”

Song Yueming saw that she was so sensible, and the more guilty she felt in her heart. But he quickly put away this thought, and asked again: "By the way, you have just given birth to a child, you should rest in Linglong Pavilion for a while, and take the child all the way, it is really hard to come to this Chang'an City." ”

"I have no acquaintances in the pavilion, I don't want to find someone to talk to, it's very boring, not to mention that there are disciples in the door who are waiting for me all the way, and I don't feel hard, and I am thanks to Master Shizun, who arranged these things, and I also understand that our husband and wife have not seen each other for many days, speaking of which, this child has never seen what his father looks like since he was born!"

Xia Zichuan said this, and couldn't help but glance at Song Yueming with some reproach.

Song Yueming's face changed slightly at that time, but it returned to normal in an instant.

He held the child in his hand, looked at the cute face, and teased happily, he gently swayed up and down in front of the child's eyes with his hand, and said in his mouth: "Xu Lai, call Dad, call Dad." ”

Seeing this, Xia Zichuan couldn't help but scold: "Husband, it's only been a few months since you're here, how can you call your father?

Song Yueming, who was blamed, scratched his head a little embarrassed, and was about to say something, but at that time, several disciples dressed in black walked into the door of the mansion, bowed their hands respectfully towards Song Yueming, and said, "Hall Master!

"Hmm. Got it. Song Yueming seemed to have expected this, he handed the baby in his arms back to Xia Zichuan's hand without any discoloration, and said softly to the woman: "You and Lai'er go back to the room to rest first, and I will come to look for you later." ”

Xia Zichuan didn't feel that there was him, she smiled sweetly and nodded: "Husband, just go, I have nothing to do with Lai'er." ”

Song Yueming smiled slightly, then turned around, glanced at the disciples, and led him towards the outside of the courtyard, Xia Zichuan, who was watching the man leave behind him, probably couldn't imagine that the moment the man stepped out of the courtyard gate, the smile on his face suddenly dissipated, leaving only a trembling coldness and a thick evil aura between his eyebrows.

......

There is still a lingering dark aura in the main hall of Linglong Mansion, which has not changed even in the bright spring of March.

Song Yueming stepped into the main hall and bowed slightly towards the old man sitting on the high platform: "Song Yueming has seen the master. ”

"Have you seen Zichuan?" a deep voice sounded on the stage.

"See. Song Yueming responded.

"Are you satisfied with the surprise that the old man has prepared for you?" the voice asked again, and the tone was as low as ever, making it difficult to hear half of the mood swings in his tone.

Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, Song Yueming knows very well that even if he hesitates for half a minute at this moment, he will usher in a great catastrophe, and it will make all his plans along the way go to waste.

So Song Yueming responded without hesitation: "Thank you for the kindness of the teacher, so that my husband and wife can get together." ”

The people on the stage were silent for a while, and he seemed to be weighing whether Song Yueming, who gave such an answer, was in line with his wishes.

And this silence soon made Song Yueming's forehead appear a little sweat.

"What do you think of the establishment of the state religion in Yuwen Nanjing. But fortunately, after a few breaths, the voices of the people on the stage sounded again.

Song Yueming breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly responded: "This matter is naturally a great thing, being able to become the state religion Linglong Pavilion is equivalent to being tied to the Great Zhou Dynasty, Shizun cooperated with Zhu Xian before, is the so-called not the same thing?"

It was only halfway through Song Yueming's words that he was interrupted by the life of the Taishang.

"You know that's not what I'm asking. ”

Song Yueming's body was shocked, his face changed slightly, and he said with a look of sudden realization: "What did Master Zun say about the Xingtian Sword?"

The old man on the stage didn't care whether Song Yueming's appearance was dressed up or not, his eyes were filled with a surge of blood, and his tone was a little lower: "Yuwen Nanjing's request is very simple, I want to send the Xingtian Sword to the Sword Tomb." What do you think?"

Song Yueming pondered for a while when she heard this, and then asked, "Is Master Zun worried that Yuwen Nanjing's move is just to make us hand over the Heavenly Sword, and I am afraid that in the future, I will hide the bow?"

The old man on the stage responded in a deep voice: "Ancient emperors are like this, there is no mercy in front of the king, there are only pros and cons. Today, she has made my Linglong Pavilion the state religion, and once she hands over the Xingtian Sword, then we will be a chess piece for him that can be discarded at any time..."

But this kind of remark made the corners of Song Yueming's mouth hook up a smile, and he said: "Shizun is thinking about it a lot, Shizun thinks about it, the Xingtian Sword has already cut off the heads of two emperors one after another, if Shizun sits in that position, I am afraid that he will not be able to let this thing be stored on the side of the couch with peace of mind." ”

"Why did Yuwen Nanjing want to set up my Linglong Pavilion as the state religion, it is not all because she is afraid of the Heavenly Sword, so she uses this to force us to comply, her biggest purpose is the Tiance Mansion! For her, the Tiance Mansion has the merit of supporting, and it has also won the hearts of the people in the world, and it has the support of the ministers inside, and there are hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in the Sword Dragon Pass of Dahuangcheng outside, such a behemoth, compared to the Long Night Division of the year, it is only excessive, and it is all inferior, I think, compared to the Tiance Mansion, the Xingtian Sword is far from being the trouble of Yuwen Nanjing's heart. ”

"She fears it because it has terrifying powers, and if she doesn't mention it at all, I think she needs to worry more about her intention to make Linglong Pavilion the state religion. But since she made this request, it shows Yuwen Nanjing's determination to support Linglong Pavilion against Tiance in her heart. The disciple thought that it was not so much that she was afraid of the Heavenly Sword, but that she was afraid that the Linglong Pavilion would have a power that was more powerful than the Heavenly Ce Mansion to threaten her throne with her support. ”

After Song Yueming finished speaking, the old man on the stage pondered for a while, and then said: "But today she can attack the Tiance Mansion, and tomorrow she can also use force against the Linglong Pavilion, without the Heavenly Sword..."

"Master is confused. It's just that before the old man's words were finished, he was interrupted by Song Yuemingsheng.

He stared at the old man with a gloomy face because of the interruption of his words, and said calmly: "Once Yuwen Nanjing supports my Linglong Pavilion, how and when the Tiance Mansion will be destroyed at that time, it is not all up to the master to have the final say, as long as we are willing, we have enough time to make ourselves an existence that makes Yuwen Nanjing jealous even if there is no Heavenly Sword." ”

"Although it is said that the rabbit dies and the dog cooks the bird, as long as we don't let the rabbit die and the bird is gone, then we will never have a day when the dog cooks the bow and hides the bow for Yuwen Nanjing. ”

It seemed that he was moved by Song Yueming's words, and the red light in the old man's eyes flickered, and he stared at Song Yueming for a long time, and his voice sounded again in the dark mansion gate.

"In that case, who do you think is the safest way to escort this sword back to the Sword Tomb?"

When he asked this question, the old man's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of banter in his seemingly extremely casual tone.

Song Yueming's heart shook slightly, a little uneasy, and a little frightened, but after a short period of hesitation, he said in a deep voice: "Although the master has decided to return this sword, the power of the Xingtian Sword is huge, and it has always been spied on by people from all walks of life in the rivers and lakes of the Great Zhou.

After that, Song Yueming's body suddenly knelt down at that time, and the tone in his mouth could be described as sincere.

The eyes of the people on the stage flashed again, and after he looked at Song Yueming kneeling at his feet for a full breath, he said: "Yueming, do you know that there are tens of thousands of disciples in the pavilion, why is the teacher only interested in you?"

"The disciple doesn't know, but please teach the teacher. Song Yueming said loudly without raising his head.

"Because you are very smart, smarter than everyone else, so I am relieved that you will do it. ”

Hearing this, Song Yueming's face was happy when he was prostrate on the ground, but his mouth was extremely respectful: "Thank you for the praise!"

"Hehe, go, tomorrow I will arrange for you and the two elders to send the sword together, be careful on the road. ”

"Disciple commands!" Song Yueming suppressed the strangeness in his heart, raised his head at that time, and bowed to the old man.

After saying this, he was about to retreat, but when he stepped out of the mansion, the voice of the person who came sounded again: "Moonlight!"

"What other teachings does the master have?" asked Song Yueming suspiciously.

At that time, the corners of the old man's mouth suddenly hooked up a smile, and he whispered: "Go early and return early, don't let your wife and children wait too long." ”