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

In the Changle Palace.

Chen Xuanji, who was dressed in white and had white hair, stood at the palace gate and looked at the falling snow in the sky, looking in a trance.

Everything in the Linglong Pavilion is still like yesterday.

"The snow falls on the green shirt and white, and the young and old are urged from time to time. ”

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

The new emperor ascended the throne with constant trivial matters, thinking about the old people, but not seeing each other, he felt more and more bored.

At this moment, there was a sound of trivial footsteps behind him.

"Your Majesty, King Fengxing asks to see you. The inner official's shrill voice sounded.

Chen Xuanji was slightly stunned when he heard this, it was getting late, and the time had come, at this time, the arrival of King Fengxing was obviously to avoid people's eyes, so what he did must be extremely unusual.

He hesitated for a few moments, then nodded, "Let him in." ”

After the internal official behind him said "yes", Yingying retreated.

At that time, Chen Xuanji looked up at the fine snow outside the house again. I don't know if it's an illusion, he vaguely feels that the snow at this moment seems to be a little bigger than Fang Cai.

He smiled slightly bitterly, and then the look on his face turned into the solemnity and composure that an emperor should have.

......

When Chen Xuanji sat back on the dragon chair in Changle Palace, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe walked into the main hall with careful steps under the response of the internal official.

He lowered his head, leaned over, and never looked up at Chen Xuanji from beginning to end, until he walked to the front of the hall, he suddenly bowed his head and knelt down, and shouted in his mouth: "Minister Chen Ping pays a visit to Your Majesty." ”

"Uncle and I are clan relatives, so you don't have to be formal, get up. Chen Xuanji said softly.

But the man who knelt down did not get up, but still knelt on the ground.

"The minister has a request, and if His Majesty does not allow it, the minister will not be able to kneel for a long time. The man spoke in a mournful voice.

Chen Xuanji's face changed at that time, but he vaguely guessed what the man said, but he didn't say it.

"Uncle has the matter, but it doesn't matter. He said in a deep voice, his eyes glinting.

The man raised his head when he heard this, it was a face that was handsome and frosty, but it was vaguely visible, but there was a hideous scar on this face that spread to the top of the right lip from the center of the eyebrows.

Fengxing King Chen Ping is the half-brother of the former emperor Chen Tingzhu, and he was also a well-known beautiful boy in Jinling City back then, but above the border pass, he was cut by Zhao Chu, the king of Zhao of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who was enough to envy countless women's face.

Of course, although these things are embarrassing, Chen Ping also made great achievements in the battle with the Great Zhou. In addition, Chen Zhou repaired, there were few wars on the border, Chen Ping recuperated, and more than 100,000 iron cavalry in his hands can be described as strong and strong.

What's more worth mentioning is that he is one of the few border generals who has not participated in the battle for succession, and now he has a heavy army, and he is the hottest figure in Chen Guo except for Munch.

"Please Your Majesty, save me Da Chen Jiangshan!" Chen Ping shouted, and then raised his head and stuck it to the ground again.

"Uncle, what do you mean by this?" Chen Xuanji asked quietly.

In the past few days, Meng Ke has changed several important ministers, replaced all the lifeblood of the court with his cronies, and dismissed Chen Ming as a lieutenant for the crime of rebellion, and the military department has frequent personnel deployment, which is clearly to eliminate dissidents. Although Meng Ke has the merit of supporting the new monarch, this world is the world of Chen Guo after all, his surname is Meng, and His Majesty's surname is Chen!" Chen Ping said sadly, his expression was sincere, and he was loyal to the monarch as the face of the country.

Chen Xuanji raised his eyebrows, and his expression was still indifferent.

Seeing that Chen Xuanji did not respond, Chen Ping's face changed, and he said again: "Your Majesty has ever seen the first emperor?"

Chen Xuanji heard this, and finally changed color, after he entered the palace that day, Chen Tingzhu still had a breath left, but this matter was extremely secret, he never spoke to anyone, Chen Ping obviously got some secret letters. Thinking of this, Chen Xuanji's face suddenly turned cold when he looked at the guards around him.

"I know that Your Majesty is obsessed with the Empress Dowager Meng Yu back then, but Your Majesty was young at the time, and I didn't know many things. ”

Chen Xuanji was silent again for a long time, and finally opened his mouth to speak.

"I have long forgotten what happened back then. ”

"But King Meng Ke of Qin has guarded the border in the west for many years, and his reputation among the people is quite high..."

"Your Majesty, since the way of the ancients, Jiuxi is the extreme, Meng Ke now holds the military and political power, he has no way to advance, and he is in the prime of life, how can he be willing to do this, this person is a tiger and a wolf, Your Majesty must not be guarded against. When Chen Ping heard Chen Xuanji's words, his face suddenly changed, and he said loudly again.

"I took note of my uncle's words. Chen Xuanji said so, he walked down the high dragon platform, came to Chen Ping, stretched out his hand, and helped Chen Ping's kneeling body up.

Chen Ping was about to say thanks, but found that his hand was firmly held by Chen Xuanji.

He was shocked, and when he raised his eyes, he met Chen Xuanji's burning gaze, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"The Chen family will always be the Chen family. ”

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

......

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it looks like it will never stop.

"This trick pays attention to a knife like a dragon, qi first, and strength second. You have to remember. ”

"I remember the master, my father's father's father... My father also said that form is secondary, and force is the master..."

Ning Zhumang listened to the conversation between an old man and a young man in the distance, and was a little bored fiddling with the bonfire in the snow.

They stayed at the foot of Mount Yaqi for half a month.

The swordsman taught the young man surnamed Su the knife technique every day, tirelessly.

The young man is also quite perceptive, and any esoteric knife technique can be familiar with it in just a few days.

But the swordsman is an immortal after all, and he wants to hand over all what he has learned to the young man I don't know how long it will take, thinking of this, Ning Zhumang is a little worried.

After all, it will be difficult to die like this.

He was a little flustered, and finally couldn't help but walk to the snow where the two of them practiced knives, looking at the old and the young.

The young man was very diligent, although the requirements of the swordsman were strict, but the young man did not complain at all, his little face was red from the snow, but he did not complain at all.

"What time has it been?

Ning Zhumang looked at the scene for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask.

The old man and the young man looked up at the sky and found that they were already horrified.

"Uncle Ning is hungry, Mu An is going to catch a snow rabbit for you. The boy put away the knife and said with a smile.

That's a pretty smile.

Of course, such rhetoric is somewhat inappropriate for a teenager, but the smile is indeed beautiful.

Like the spring breeze in March, the spring breeze blows the pond water, like a green wave swinging away the hibiscus.

Ning Zhumang liked it tightly, and waved his hand again and again: "Don't be in a hurry, not in a hurry." ”

But the boy still ran to the depths of the snow to catch the snow rabbit in his mouth.

The swordsman also put his knife back into its sheath at that time and sat down beside Ning Zhumang.

"What a disciple. Ning Zhumang couldn't help but nod as he looked at the departing young man, and sighed with envy.

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

Ning Zhumang was slightly stunned, he thought of the purple-robed young man, and shook his head with a smile, "Don't envy." ”

He said it very frankly, but it surprised the swordsman a little.

And after that, the two inevitably fell into a long silence.

It wasn't until Su Mu'an returned here with the two hares that they began to pick up the dry firewood around them, while Su Mu'an was busy disemboweling the two snow hares in his hands.

He was extremely skilled, and apparently did this all the time.

Ning Zhumang looked at the young man who was busy carrying the sword, and couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Mu'an, didn't you say that your family is a generation of swordsmen, why do you still have a sword on your back?"

"I don't know much about what my ancestors left behind. Su Mu'an lowered his head and was busy, and responded like this. "Although no one at home uses a sword, the ancestor Xun told us to keep this sword alive, and one day the ancestors will come to get the sword..."

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

"Of course it's my daddy's daddy's daddy..."

Seeing that Su Mu'an had started his transition of counting the seventeenth generation of his father again, Ning Zhumang's brain suddenly hurt.

He hurriedly grabbed the conversation, "How many years ago did it take? Didn't you live longer than the supreme real person? Could it be that the ancestor of your family is still an immortal?"

"Of course. My ancestors were the most powerful swordsmen in the world. Su Muan raised his head and said proudly.

Ning Zhumang was also used to Su Mu'an's temperament, so he didn't argue with him, but asked, "Your sword may be borrowed from me?"

Su Mu'an was stunned, shook his head and said, "No." ”

"You little fellow, ask you to borrow a knife, and you say that your knife is a weapon of murder, and you should not show it lightly to others, so that's it. Why don't you want to show me this sword, are you still afraid that I won't be able to rob it?" Ning Zhumang said pretending to be angry.

"No, no, no. Seeing this, Su Muan hurriedly waved his hand. "This sword..."

He frowned a little distressedly, and then said: "Since the day this sword was handed down, no one has been able to pull it out, and except for the people of the Su family, anyone who touches this sword will be devoured by the majestic sword intent in the sword." ”

The little guy said it carefully, but the more he did this, the more Ning Zhumang's curiosity became.

He stared at the extremely ordinary-looking long sword behind Su Mu'an's back, and said again: "So amazing? ”

"It's really not good, it will hurt Uncle Ning. Su Mu'an replied again seriously.

The swordsman on the side also opened his eyes, he had never heard of such a thing, and said softly at that time: "Mu An, you can show Brother Ning, he is also the head of Linglong Pavilion, and it is no big problem to think about it." ”

Su Mu'an has always respected his master, and after hesitating slightly, he untied the long sword on his back and handed it over. But he still didn't forget to instruct: "Uncle Ning, you have to be careful, this sword..."

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

But when he took the long sword, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart. There were bursts of sword intent from the seemingly quaint scabbard, which faintly confirmed Su Mu'an's words.

The expression on his face instantly became solemn, and the swordsman on the side seemed to realize something from Ning Zhumang's expression, and he set his eyes on Ning Zhumang, watching his next move.

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

And the hand is slightly forced.

Zheng!

I only heard a high-pitched sword roar, and a mighty sword intent roared from the scabbard.

The purity and vastness of that sword intent, Ning Zhumang's cultivation at the peak of the Great Yan Realm was nothing more small and humble than a drop in the ocean.

He was like an ant who met Mount Tai.

In an instant, his mind was shaken, and his face turned pale.

He didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly threw the sword in his hand, but Rao was like this, and his body couldn't help but fly out of the distance and fall into the snow fiercely.

"Uncle Ning?" Seeing this, Su Muan immediately exclaimed, he hurriedly ran over and helped the embarrassed Ning Zhumang up in the snow.

The white-eyed and black-haired master of the sect was not depressed, not because of how seriously he was injured, but because he was ashamed of his previous words, and he couldn't hold his face.

"Uncle Ning, are you okay?" his appearance fell into Su Mu'an's eyes, and the young man couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Nothing... It's nothing..."Ning Zhumang sneered, trying to uncover the matter.

But suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his body suddenly looked at Su Mu'an beside him for a while.

"Uncle Ning?" Su Muan was a little uncomfortable with him, and asked cautiously.

"Little guy, do you want to learn the sword?" Ning Zhumang didn't realize that he was there, and asked softly at that time.

"Huh?" Su Mu'an was stunned, obviously not expecting Ning Zhumang to suddenly ask such a question.

"Do you want to learn the sword?" Ning Zhumang asked again, but there was an extremely eager light.

"My Su family has been a swordsman for generations..."Su Muan tried to euphemistically reject Ning Zhumang's fiery enthusiasm.

"Nonsense, your ancestor has this divine sword, and he must be both a swordsman and a supreme swordsman. Ning Zhumang hurriedly followed the good path.

He grasped Su Mu'an's pain point, knowing that this little guy admired his ancestor very much.

"This..."Su Mu'an really showed hesitation when he heard this.

"Little guy, let me tell you, my Linglong Pavilion's "Thousand Words Sword Dictionary" is one of the best sword skills in the world..."Ning Zhumang saw that Su Mu'an had the intention of loosening, and Ning Zhumang hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.

"But I heard..."Su Mu'an looked at the swordsman on the side, "Si Bai can't even catch Master's knife..."

"This..."Ning Zhumang was suddenly dumbfounded.

"Mu'an. But just when he didn't know how to continue to answer, the swordsman who had been silent on the side suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Su Mu'an was stunned.

"In troubled times, it's good to have more skills. The swordsman said.

Ning Zhumang and Su Mu'an were stunned when they heard this, but the swordsman turned his head to look at Ning Zhumang at that time, and smiled rarely, "Aren't you not envious?"

......

"Master, didn't you say that the holy monk went to the west and asked that there were five masters and apprentices? Why is there only one person who came back?" the little monk asked with a puzzled expression, sitting in front of the holy monk's Buddha statue.

"Five people?" the old monk fell asleep, and only looked up at the little monk after hearing the words for a while.

"Yes, five people, what about his apprentices, are they all dead?"

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

"No? The little monk said very firmly, he didn't know where his determination came from, but he was sure of this matter.

"Fix the heart ape, that is, Wukong, and tie the horse into the white dragon. ”

"There are eight precepts in the eight precepts, and the body and mind are pure and pure. ”

"Westward travel has always been just a matter of one person. ”

The old monk smiled and said, then he squinted his eyes and fell asleep.

The little monk heard that it was in the rain and fog, and couldn't help but ask again: "Then he went to the West and encountered so many difficulties, which one do you say was the most difficult?"

The old monk turned his eyes to look at the little monk, his eyes were deep, and he muttered after a while: "Love." ”

The little monk once didn't understand why he was sad.

The Buddha said, there is no self, no one, no sentient beings, no longevity, red and pink skeletons, white bones, skin and flesh.

Since it is destined to lose loess, how can it be sad.

This question that Guanglin Ghost once didn't understand, but at this time, he suddenly understood a little.

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

Perhaps because of the catastrophe, Liu Dingdang was very sick.

The Guanglin ghost couldn't be cured after several attempts, and the big and small doctors in Qingzhou were also taken by him to try it, but they didn't prescribe any good medicine.

Looking at Liu Dingdang, whose face was pale day by day on the sickbed, Guanglin Ghost's eyebrows were surging.

He looked at the many Lang Zhong in the room who were trembling and looking at the medical skills, slapped the wooden table in front of him, and shouted.

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

Black aura poured out of his body with his words, instantly enveloping the entire door.

The temperature in the big room suddenly became a little colder, and those Lang Zhong were even more pale.

Clang!

Clang!

But at this moment, there was a soft sound outside the house.

Guanglin Ghost frowned, and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the door.

Squeak.

At that moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a figure wrapped in a black robe slowly walked into the door.

The surging black gas in the house, when I met the black-robed man, it was like a ghost seeing the bright sun, and they faded one after another.

The black-robed man walked into the door without a look, and came to the Guanglin ghost.

Guanglin Ghost looked at the man with deep eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Who are you?" he asked in a deep voice, a strange black aura surging around him.

"I can save her. The black-robed man did not answer Guanglin's question, but stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Dingdang, who was lying on the sickbed.

"How to save it?" asked Guanglin Ghost again, the look of vigilance between his eyebrows did not diminish by half because of this.

The black-robed man naturally felt this, and he stretched out his hands and removed the black hood from his head, revealing the handsome face underneath.

It was indeed a handsome face.

Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth.

But his face was extremely pale, there was not a strand of hair on it, and he was neatly permed with nine ring scars, which was clearly a monk.

The Buddha beads hanging around his neck also prove this very definitely, except that the Buddha is not made of some fine fragrant wood, but is made of white things.

With just one glance, the Guanglin Ghost could see that it was a material taken from the skull of a dead person.

The handsome man smiled faintly at that time: "I am the Sen Luo Palace, the co-master of the Ten Halls of Yama, and the King of Jizo!"

"So what?" Guanglin Ghost didn't buy it, his brows still furrowed.

"Her illness is a congenital disease, and the medicine stone cannot be cured, even if you invite all the Langzhong of the Great Zhou, you are helpless. If you want to save him and her, only I, Senluo Dian, have this ability. ”

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

"Simple. When the man heard this, he smiled again. "Just enter my Senluo Palace. ”

Guanglin Ghost was silent for a long time at that moment, and he looked at the unconscious girl, and finally his face sank. Nodding heavily, he said, "Okay!"