"I'm not joking." Liu Yong said with a smile.

As a king with a different surname named by His Majesty, he has done assassination in public, no matter how you look at it, he is a great rebel, but now he is saying it openly, as if this matter is not a big deal.

At that time, he had one person and one sword, swaggering from Lin'an City to Tianyang City, all the people who dissuaded him along the way called him a dead soul under the sword, and finally although he was blocked outside the Jian'an Gate of the Tianyang City Palace, the people of the entire Tianyang City knew that he was coming to find His Majesty.

However, after that incident, no one dared to mention this stubble in public, and even discussed it in private for too long, and then the matter could only appear as a rumor.

can suppress such a big thing, from the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty to the peddlers and pawns, no one dares to mention it, in Jiang State, only one person can do it.

Almost no one knows why King Zhenbei came all the way to the capital, and few people know where King Zhenbei went after the assassination failed, and it seems that what has been forcibly erased is not only the discussion of the government and the opposition, but also the matter itself.

Gong Zhengfu has been shaking like chaff, he has been in the local area for many years, he has long lost the courage when he was studying, and at this time, in the face of the unscrupulous words of the king of Zhenbei, he didn't dare to think about what would happen next, let alone answer a word.

"Alright, let's go, don't be an eyesore here, it will be in the way if you stand there any longer." Seeing him like this, Liu Yong seemed to be a little excited.

Gong Zhengfu suddenly heard this as if he had been pardoned, and he didn't say much politely, he bowed and retreated away, and the speed at this time showed that he was also a cultivator.

Liu Yong didn't look at Gong Zhengfu at all, or he was just passing the time by chatting with him, because he was waiting for someone, waiting for someone who could never wait.

As early as the first time he came out, he released his own aura, and this aura, which could only be perceived by the level he belonged to, had no effect on the group of low-level cultivators in front of him who had not crossed the dragon gate at all.

He knew that when he no longer restrained his breath, who would come to the door, and he also knew what the consequences would be, but he had already prepared for it, he wanted to be an ordinary person, and finally take the road to Tianyang City in an ordinary way, but when he encountered this kind of thing halfway, that is the will of heaven.

He couldn't help but chuckle, sometimes when God thinks that a person deserves to die, it will not leave him for a month, but this is fine, it is also time to put an end to that incident more than a hundred years late.

As soon as the laughter fell, a person appeared in front of him, that person appeared so abruptly that no one noticed his arrival, one moment this place was empty, the next moment there was a person here, everyone only saw him the moment they knew that there was another person here.

The man looked old, his beard and hair were all white, and the sackcloth on his body seemed to have been washed too many times, and it looked a little shabby, and there was not much expression on his old face, and he couldn't see his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, just like an ordinary old man from an ordinary family.

"Alas, why aren't you dead yet, you're a lot older, and you should die." Liu Yong, who had been smiling all the time, began to sigh when he saw this person, as if this was a very regrettable thing.

"You're a little disappointed." The old man said lightly, his tone couldn't hear his emotions.

"Sort of." Liu Yong said: "Although I know that you will definitely come, and you will only come, but I can't see him again, after all, I have some regrets." ”

What he regrets is not that the old man is not dead, but that the old man must be him who does not die, and it cannot be anyone else.

"If you want to see it, you can see it." The old man said again.

"That's it." Liu Yong waved his hand, a little excited: "It's useless to see it, but there are some things, you bring them for me." ”

"Okay." The old man didn't ask what it was, so he decisively agreed.

Liu Yong stretched out his hand casually, broke a branch on the willow tree by the roadside, waved it twice, and then spread it out in his hand, his eyes fell on the branch, and whispered: "After that year, I will no longer use the sword." ”

As soon as the words fell, the thick sword intent rose in his body, or cold, or slaughtering, or sharp, or debauched, in short, extremely arrogant, the sword intent was only revealed for a moment, and the people present all felt pain on the surface of their bodies, their hair was terrifying, and they were terrified.

However, in the next moment, these sword intents representing killing dissipated in an instant, and a thick sense of sadness permeated out.

"I thought that I would no longer use a sword in this life, but I never thought that for a hundred years, in the end, I would find nothing but the three-style swordsmanship."

"Ugh." A light sigh seemed to penetrate everyone's hearts.

All the people who heard this sigh felt that their lives were in vain, so old, but they achieved nothing, they couldn't serve the country, they couldn't take care of the family, and they were no different from wasted people.

"Then you can help me bring these three styles of swordsmanship to him."

After saying that, Liu Yong carried the willow branch and walked slowly towards the old man, but the more he walked, the more decadent he looked, and the more he walked, the more depressed he became.

"You had to stop me outside Jian'an Gate back then, otherwise I would have died at that time, and you have been suffering in this world for more than a hundred years, you are really bad."

He spoke in a tone like a child complaining about his parents, and like a friend complaining about his best friend.

"This first sword, the name is: life and death." As he spoke, Liu Yong waved the willow branch and gently moved forward, pointing at the old man.

The willow branches crossed, Wei Feng's eyes gradually lost focus, and he found that he couldn't seem to see who was in the field and what they were talking about.

For a moment, it was as if I had seen my own funeral, and the parents of the previous life wept silently at their funeral, as if they saw their wife, holding their children and sitting on the side with their eyes blank, their faces like ashes and lifeless.

It was after his death, and all the people he loved and those who loved him, expressed their grief in their own way, tears to the end, and wept blood.

"This second sword, the name is: Brother against Eye."

The willow branches swayed again, Wei Feng found that he couldn't see anything, he couldn't understand what was happening, he only felt that his heart was like a knife, he only felt that he couldn't breathe, he only felt that everything in the world was lifeless, and his grief was to the end, not hatred, but hopelessness.

"This third sword is called: loyalty and filial piety are difficult to achieve."

Tears slipped from the corners of Wei Feng's eyes at some point, obviously he couldn't see anything, he didn't know if Liu Yong was out of the sword, he didn't know how the old man opposite him coped, he didn't know why he was crying, but he just felt extremely sad, and the tears couldn't be stopped at all.

"You can bring these three swords for me."