The grievances between Xiahou Chun and the Yang family originated from the day of the palace change.

At that time, Xiahou Chun led the East Palace Guards to launch a palace change, and conspired with Yang Zhong, the right commander of the former Yulin Army, to kill the concubine Xiao Mei, but unexpectedly Yang Zhong did not move, causing the original prince to fall into the trap of 'palace change' like a moth to a fire, and was given to death by Xiao Mei with 'imperial wine'.

Although things are wrong, Yang Zhong was also imprisoned afterwards, but he Xiahou Chun relied on Emperor Jing's favor and was intact.

Even though the two had met again at the mansion of the Eastern Capital Luoyi Ling Fang, Xiahou Chun resisted the urge to kill Yang Zhong several times, but in the end, because he wanted to dig out the mastermind behind the scenes, he wanted to put a long line to catch a big fish and let him follow him.

At that time, Xiahou Chun suspected that it was the Fangfu meeting of the 'Hongmen Banquet', but he happened to meet Xiao Yishao's evil refusal, and after slapping the other party a few times on the spot, he slapped the other party into the garden.

He also got to know Liu Banshan, the Yingjie of the Liu clan who was about to Nantou Town, and got acquainted with Liu Yu, the former director of the Criminal Department, and also met the hidden Luoyi Ling.

Of course, he also saw the dispute between the banquet painter Luo Qiuyue and An Chengshou's 'painting saint' masterpiece, and also knew Wei Boyu's 'mystery of death', and also got acquainted with Sun Yuanhui, the daughter of the Eastern Capital Left-behind Mansion.

In addition to the white-haired old man Shi Gongyi, who made him unpredictable and had a partial legal name, and the unfathomable steward Wang, it was this left-behind concubine who impressed him the most, she once informed Xiahou Chun of the secret marriage between Shen Ling, the commander of the Eastern Yan Army, and the pearl fetus of the Zhaoyi Army, and frankly admitted that his father, Sun Yuanhui, who was left behind in the Eastern Capital, also received a flying letter from the Eastern Yan Army, but did not agree.

Now this lying Miss Sun, who intends to rely on the abduction and deception to grab profits, I am afraid that it has failed, not only stealing chickens and rice, but also ending up with empty personal wealth and being completely cheated.

A few days ago, the Qinzhou army came with a message that they had jumped over Qingliang Mountain and arrived in Daizhou, but unexpectedly, the generals and soldiers in the army suddenly mutinied, and it was Yang Zhong who rebelled with the old Song Yanqing department, intending to attack and kill Ding Zhongyin, but fortunately he was suppressed by Hua Yuanhua, the captain of Liangzhou who happened to arrive, and only after shooting three lieutenants and five hundred rebels against Song Yanqing's old department, did he stop the decline.

However, to Xiahou Chun's surprise, Wang Jin, who had a relationship with him in the Song Jing Mansion, actually showed a good loyalty and bravery, not only supported Ding Zhong to fight and retreat, step by step, and firmly protected the big tent of the Dajing Chinese army, but also sent his son Wang Shili to kill the mutinous soldiers, and among the thousands of troops, beheaded Yang Zhong, and after going around the camp, he assisted Ding Zhongyin with his father Wang Jin to investigate the rebellion.

Mentioning Wang Jin, Xiahou Chun thought of the scene when he left Qinzhou, he knelt on one knee outside Qinzhou City with his children and begged to follow him.

Unexpectedly, after Wang Jin thanked him, he turned his head and joined the Qinzhou army, and asked Ding Zhongyin to tell him that if it was not for the prince's rescue that day, he would have instructed his son to kill the greedy and lustful Qinzhou governor Shi Zhouxian, but that would undoubtedly put him in prison.

Fortunately, he Xiahou Chun appeared and saved his Wang Jin family, so after careful consideration, he decided to put pen to paper and follow the prince north.

And because of Yang Zhong's rebellion and being punished again, Xiahou Chun had a bad feeling for Hongnong Yang, and even had hostility towards Yang Zhenren, so he had the idea of 'subduing'.

At the very least, he wouldn't allow a real person to exist in the shadows, and his head could be taken from him anytime and anywhere.

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The flying sword, decapitated thousands of miles away, soaring above the sky, the immortal in the sword.

The courtyard was deep, the walls were ruined, Sun Fengwei was about to slip away quietly, but she was glared at by Song Xiaowan's apricot eyes, and shouted: "Catch her." ”

As a result, this left-behind daughter who intended to tarnish Xiahou Chun's reputation became a prisoner under the ranks.

However, Song Zhao secretly hated it, and took advantage of Yang Weijun's battle against Xiahou Chun, and used a strange secret method of 'golden cicada shelling', quietly got rid of the lock of popular opportunities such as cicadas, and fled.

The sound of the sword roaring was like a buzzing sound, the trilling sound was like a bowstring vibration, the humming sound was loud, and the sound of breaking the air was terrible and piercing, reaching Yang Weijun's door.

It was too late to say that it was fast, but in an instant, the mountains gradually turned green and the purple cinnamon sword reflected each other, changing camps up and down, left and right, flying each other, and from a distance, it looked like two inseparable blue and purple qi were circling and coiling, dazzling and beautiful.

However, the chilling sword qi carried invisibly, like a sharp blade that cuts bones and flesh, scratches the cheeks of others, and the evil qi that belongs to the sword cultivator is like a red spark splashing around, like an embroidery needle stabbing at them, creepy and shuddering.

Everyone's hearts froze, Tianxin's eyes were strange, and he said to himself: "What kind of demon is this guy." ”

Murong Yan is honored, her goose neck is erect, like a proud little peacock, her eyebrows are smiling, and there seems to be joy and admiration in her eyes, "It is worthy of being a brother in the world, and he is as talented as ever." ”

The swordsman was stunned and sighed: "There are talented people in the country, and they have led the way for hundreds of years. ”

The burly middle-aged man looked solemn, turned his head and asked Zhang Xianming, "If you are called, how many days will it be?" ”

'Mr. Zhang', who was honored by the Confucian disciples, has always boasted of being 'gifted and crowned with a state of state', after hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he held back for a long time before bursting out of a sentence: "Interlacing is like separating mountains, the way of the dignified sage, how can it be comparable to the last stream?" ”

Song Xi glanced at him expressionlessly, and Zhang Xianming's face was stunned, and he smiled.

"Concentrate on the battle." The old man didn't reprimand him, but after leaving this sentence lightly, he didn't say more.

The sword aura was terrifying, the corners of Yang Weijun's eyes shrank, and the moment the alarm appeared in his heart, he withdrew without hesitation.

But the three flying swords such as Shan Wanqing followed him like a shadow, especially the Nan Ke sword seemed to be shuttling between the void and the real, escaping within the yin and yang, what made him even more annoyed was that the sword qi in the sky was as pervasive as a sharp silver needle, piercing into all parts of his body, like maggots attached to the bones, difficult to get rid of.

"Drink!" Seeing that it was not a way to go on like this, he thought about the method of dealing with sword cultivation in the sect.

The way of flying swords is not common, but it is not a rare method, since three hundred years ago, Xuanzong knocked the world's second 'Sword Sect' down the altar, the power of sword cultivation is no longer what it used to be, not to mention that the way of the sword from the sword refining, sword practice, research, cultivation of sword pills and refining sword qi and so on many steps, the road is difficult.

In particular, he has to suffer from the pain of sword qi erosion into the body, going mad and even ten thousand swords piercing the heart, if you count the self-cultivation of high-grade sword pills, brewing sword qi, and realizing sword intent, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, so looking inside and outside Dajing, there are many swordsmen, but there are very few disciples who are really immersed in the sword way.

In addition, a large part of the remaining reason is the suppression and sanctions from the Daomen, for which the 'Sword Dao Dispute' three hundred years ago, the Daomen developed dozens of methods to curb the sword cultivation.

After more than ten years, they finally got something, they think that first of all, the first major weakness of sword cultivation is their own body, they have already cultivated the sword, the physical body is slightly weak, if they can kill the monk in one fell swoop, the flying sword will naturally collapse without attacking, Yang Weijun subconsciously glanced at the pale golden defensive magic weapon on Xiahou Chun's body, and knew that this way was not working.

Since he couldn't kill the monk, he could only work his 'flying sword', a trace of thought flashed in the corner of his eyes, the advantage of the flying sword was that it was the first to kill, especially to curb its sharp edge to cut all things was the most important thing, his eyes flashed, and his big hand slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a wisp of light yarn flew out.

The name of this yarn is called shark silk, it is rumored to be the light yarn woven by the shark people in the South China Sea, the silk is tough and hard to break, the fire is not destroyed, the water is not wet, it can bind the flying sword, the more the flying sword struggles to bind the tighter, and therefore the silk is also refined into the shark tears and the South China Sea clam beads, which can suppress the sword to repair the advantage of the flying sword, so it can play the effect of trapping the sword.

The thin silk came out of the sleeves, and the scarf belt was in the air, blocking the two flying swords of Shan Wanqing and Zigui, which were like broken bamboos, and as Yang Weijun predicted, as the struggle between Shan Wanqing and Zigui became more intense, the tighter the silkworm was bound, and soon it was like wrapping zongzi, trapping these two swords.

Laugh at!

The sword light suddenly appeared.

Yang Weijun changed color, and it was actually Nan Ke's sword that broke through.

His heart sank, he didn't expect that the shark silk was useless for this sword, and looking at its shuttle between the virtual and the real, from a free posture, it seemed that he had never put the shark silk in his eyes.

Song Xiaowan below rolled her eyes when she saw Shark Silk, and whispered to Murong Yan: "Sister Murong, this treasure looks like your white brocade, let her give it to you after the prince's brother snatches it later." ”

She smiled and said quietly: "But don't use it to kill, that's too elegant." ”

Murong Yan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Brother Shi is still fighting with others, dangers are lurking, life and death are unpredictable, aren't you worried?" ”

"Hmph, Sister Murong, you don't understand, in my opinion, if the prince's brother has not studied the flying sword before, maybe the prince's brother is not against this person, but when he can kill with the sword, then even if he is invincible, he can be invincible."

She smiled, "So what we think about is how to divide those treasures after Brother Prince wins." ”

Murong Yan blinked his eyes, his face was slightly straight, and he looked at Song Xiaowan seriously: "I'm not as good as you." ”

"Hehehehe, no, I just saw that my grandfather didn't move, and I understood that the prince's brother would definitely not be in danger."

Murong Yan is not this simple and lovely eldest lady of the world, white and sweet, she watched the battle for a while, and then said in a condensed voice: "Don't be negligent. ”

Song Xiaowan's cherry mouth was slightly deflated, and her small and delicate Vermilion Bird embroidered shoes kicked Sun Fengwei, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, and muttered, "It's boring." ”

Sun Fengwei snorted in pain, "You! ”

The little girl immediately raised her eyebrows, "Huh? ”

Sun Fengwei immediately pursed her lips and said nothing, she is also a child of the family, she knows better than the real and innocent Murong Yan, and the eldest lady of the Song Mansion in front of her is the real hateful.

eccentric, brutal and willful, even under the protection of the Song Mansion, Song Xiaowan is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, seemingly gentle and delicate, but in fact she is ruthless, killing people without blinking is nothing, but she is here to kill people and set fires but drink water and eat as ordinary.

Of course, all this is just Sun Fengwei's personal bias and does not represent anyone else.

Song Xiaowan's eyes rolled, and after quietly glancing at Murong Yan, she pretended to sigh and said, "Alas, it's a pity, such a good baby will be given to other young ladies by the prince's brother in the future."

Look at people, it's a fair lady, if the graceful figure of Yingying is then draped in this silk, scratching her head in the spring breeze, tsk, tsk, I'm afraid that even I have to be moved, and the dance clothes are light. ”

Murong Yan glanced at Song Xiaowan obliquely, what does that mean, why don't you try it, Song Xiaowan laughed a few times.

Just as Song Xiaowan said, her charming figure is covered with a light silk veil, like an ethereal fish man, twisting her body in the air, it must be a beautiful scenery.

But what if a middle-aged man in a dark Taoist robe was covered with a layer of pink silk?

I can't imagine that picture, it makes people have goosebumps all over their bodies, their hairs stand on end, and they shudder.

Xiahou Chun couldn't cry or laugh, and looked helplessly at Yang Weijun, who was defending against the veil, "Yang Zhenren, I'm afraid that your image will damage your prestige." ”

How do you know that the other party's face is not red and his heart is not beating, "What, I don't know what tricks His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has?" Go ahead. ”

Although his face is gone, Yang Weijun still feels that his face is burning and a little hot.

Xiahou Chun smiled slightly, the shark yarn should not be broken, but Yang Weijun forgot that he had a magic weapon to restrain this silk thing.

He patted the storage bag embroidered with mandarin ducks, this sachet was originally a gift from Xiao Jiyue to Xiahou Chun, but it was used by him as a storage bag, although it did have the effect of storage.

A crimson light appeared in his hand, Xiahou Chun held the fire phoenix bow, clasped the phoenix tendon bowstring, squeaked, pulled to the full moon, and the phoenix feather arrow automatically floated.

Sou!

A few zhang distance came in the blink of an eye, and the sharp arrow broke through the air in an instant, and under Yang Weijun's change of color, the arrow cluster pierced the silk like a devastation.

There was a crunch on the ground.

The silk broke through the silk connection, and the unique fire breath of the fire phoenix bow instantly burned the shark silk, and the mountain gradually turned green, and the purple gui sword followed, attacking the city and grabbing the ground like a broken bamboo, and smashed the yellow dragon to Yang Weijun's chest.

"Good means!" Seeing that the two magic weapons could not be accomplished, Yang Weijun smiled angrily, Miao praised, and his smile suddenly closed, and his eyes were cold.

Since neither the path of killing the monk nor binding the flying sword will work, the last one can only be chosen.

The last way to destroy the sword cultivation is the 'Dirty Sword'. For sword cultivation, the way of the flying sword lies in the 'Yun Ling', at that time, the flying sword had no owner, and it was useless to hurt it, but now Xiahou Chun has really stepped into the way of the sword, and pinned his divine consciousness on these three flying swords, so as long as he erases this wisp of divine consciousness and pollutes this layer of spiritual essence, although it will not destroy the sword immediately, it can also make his vitality hurt.

His eyes were deep, and he suddenly spoke: "Xiahou Xiaoyou, if you go to Cui's with me, apologize to Old Lady Cui, and admit your mistake, how about this matter be revealed?" ”

He looked sincere and serious, "Don't worry, someone Yang will keep you safe." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes stared, heh, if you can't fight, you will seek peace?

But is this way of singing and seeking harmony too difficult for strong people?

Song Xiaowanjiao shouted below: "Brother Prince is my Prince of Dajing, you let him apologize to people in a low voice?" The surname is Yang, you don't have a sick brain, right? ”

Tianxin's face was frosty, his breath was cold, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said sharply: "I don't know what to say." ”

It was Murong Yan's eyes that flickered, and he said coldly: "Foolish people talk about dreams." ”

Xiahou Chun was stunned when he heard this, shook his head with a smile, and said with a smile on his face: "Yang Zhenren, do you want the prince of this palace to apologize to Old Man Cui?" Are you sure you're right? ”

Yang Weijun sighed and said regretfully: "Since this is the case, then Yang can only destroy your three flying swords." ”

The voice fell, Yang Weijun patted the storage bag, and a red Ruyi appeared in his hand, its whole body was congested, delicate, as if it had just been fished out of the blood, and there were blood clouds floating all over the body, and there was a strong smell of blood in the distance.

The corners of Xiahou Chun's eyes jumped, and his tone was gloomy, "You actually have this evil magic weapon!" ”

Yang Weijun calmly and lightly said: "Where does the magic weapon come from good and evil? It's just that the monk forced it. ”

Murong Yanxing was stunned, and said sharply: "The evil qi is so full, it seems that it cannot be refined unless you kill more than 10,000 people, that is to say, there are at least tens of thousands of people who die because of blood, and you still say that there is no distinction between good and evil, so what is this?" Are you really blind to us? ”

Yang Weijun sneered: "You are distressed when tens of thousands of people die? Do you know how many people have died under the horse's hooves in the years of the establishment of the country in the east and the war in the south and the north? How many tens of thousands? At that time, why didn't you show great mercy to stop the Dongjing Massacre from destroying the city? ”

He sneered: "And when Xuanzong swept away the sects, how many so-called 'evil demons' were killed, do you know? Now I'm here to tell you, there are 100,000 monks! ”

His eyes were indifferent, and he said slowly: "This is not counting the ordinary people who are subordinate to the various factions, if they are all counted, the entire Jinzhou City of the dead will not be enough." ”

Xiahou Chun's eyes were deep, and he said slowly: "My Dongjing expedition is not a minister, it is the great plan of the state, not only to save the tyranny of the former Yan corrupt country, but also to end the disputes of the troubled times. ”

After he stretched his sleeves, he said, "I am not telling you this, I am not explaining it to you, but just telling you that the way of heaven is constant, and all things are done in a certain way, and they all follow its laws." ”

He paused in a tone, looked down at Yang Weijun with his head high, his posture was high, and he looked down on him with cold eyes, "I thought that you were a person of the path of cultivation in a bright and upright way, and you could find the way of immortality and immortality at the top, and you could observe the secrets of spiritual beings at the bottom, so that you could find the secrets of the secluded, visit the immortals and ask, and become a real person who is at ease, at ease, and a real person." ”

His eyes were secretly sarcastic, and he sneered: "But now it seems that it is the palace that recognizes the wrong person, at this moment, you are not looking for the right path, but putting the cart before the horse, refining the spiritual treasure with evil methods, killing the mundane and worthy of it, let me ask, like you, who has a corrupt heart and a lost conscience, what qualifications do you have to pursue the path of the Great Dao Immortals?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Yang Weijun's face was blue and red, his eyes were gloomy as water, and his real appearance disappeared in an instant, and there was only one evil demon who would do anything to defeat the enemy.

Tianxin's eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "A demon disciple is a demon disciple, acting treacherously and doing many evils, no wonder he is spurned by the world." ”

"Shut !! up"

Yang Weijun burst into a shout, and his voice ran through the Quartet, rolling like thunder, mighty.

His eyes were red, and he said exhaustively: "You were born with a good family background, no worries about food and clothing, and you are spoiled and cared for by your elders; There are servants and servants, countless slaves, and minions everywhere, how can I know the suffering of someone in my Song Dynasty in the past? ”

"One by one, they have been dressed in jade since childhood, with a crown and Obo, and wearing gold and jade, how can they know the hardships and hardships of the world? That's it, you people claim to be elites, but what can you sit on except for standing on the so-called moral high ground and blindly blaming others? ”

He shook his sleeve robe fiercely, "Remember what I said, what can you officials who are powerless and can only be greedy and slack?" ”

He looked directly at Xiahou Chun and said word by word: "And you, the one who is most unqualified to teach me Song is you, if it weren't for your Xiahou clan, how could my Yang clan fall into the minions of the Demon Gate?" ”

"If it weren't for Taizong's elder degrading my whole clan, my Yang clan would still be an immortal thousand-year-old gate valve, and you would have harmed it! It's all your Xiahou clan! ”

Xiahou Chun's eyes were deep, and he suddenly sneered: "Joke! Your Yang family has no eyes, you don't know where my ancestors are destined to be, and you wantonly interfere with the wheel of heaven, trying to pull the Great Jing Guoyun to seek personal interests for your Yang family, in this case, just degrading your official positions, it is already an extrajudicial favor! ”

His gaze gradually became fierce, "What's the matter, if the Yang clan wants to rebel, can't you?" ”

Airplanes!!

A stream of blood rushed straight to his brain, and Yang Weijun's breath unfolded.

The blood in his hand was pinched violently.

There was a snap.

The magic weapon shattered in an instant, and the huge blood-stained qi instantly swept away.

Almost at the same time, Xiahou Chun, who swept twenty zhang in front of him at some point, suddenly tugged at him.

I saw that Nan Kejian, who was held down by Yang Weijun, and the flying swords such as Shan Wanqing, trembled in unison, and were directly dragged back by Xiahou Chun.

Then he turned and left.

At the same time, he raised his head and shouted: "Monk, escort!" ”

Above the sky, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the sound of the dragon bell resounded through the clouds.

There are gods and Buddhas in the sky, sitting cross-legged, overlooking the people below.

Yang Weijun suddenly raised his head, and others only saw gods and Buddhas, but he saw a giant palm falling from the sky, clasping it tightly below, and slowly pressing down.

Suddenly, the sea of clouds churned, and the eight desolations trembled.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and he roared, "You actually want to kill me!" ”

Xiahou Chun, who was running away, turned around suddenly, his eyes were unprecedentedly cold: "I said from the beginning that I wanted to kill you!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the three flying swords on his body floated in the air again, trembling incessantly, and he shouted sharply:

"Kill"

At the same time, he silently recited in his heart: Close the door and let the monk go.

As if the words were followed, the old monk in the sky above slammed his face expressionlessly.

Boom.

The giant palm of the sky slammed down.

Everything is settled.