Emperor Qingyuan thought about it for a long time in his memory, but he never found anything about this name, he only learned about his cultivation from Mr. Mu Hua, Mr. Mu Hua didn't say it, he just didn't know, so even if it was a sword immortal who could kill the saint sitting on the dragon chair, he was still at a loss.

It's just that he is at a loss, he is not a cultivator, this kind of thing is not clear, but there is one thing he does know, this man in green shirt named Lin Shugui should be a big man in the sky.

In his heart, at least he was higher than Mr. Mu Hua, and he could pull him into this step without warning, but Mr. Mu Hua couldn't do it.

The emperor looked at Lin Shugui and was silent, but his face was not as pale as before, after the aroma of wine, it was already a little ruddy, and now he was standing quietly, he looked like a little heaven.

The Son of Heaven should sit on the dragon chair, but now there is another person on the dragon chair, not him, the Qingyuan Emperor.

I don't know why, Emperor Qingyuan regretted a little in his heart, he suddenly felt that he had done a great stupid thing by signing the edict to exterminate the sword, and the benefits were not obtained, but he was worried about these days, almost every few days there would be assassins to assassinate him, he originally thought that Su Changjing, who relied on becoming a monk, could solve all the troubles, after all, there were many swordsmen in the rivers and lakes who assassinated him, even if there were some small sword cultivators, but it was not enough to worry, but now it seems that Su Changjing should have ignored it in the opinion of the one sitting on the dragon chair.

But there is no regret medicine in the world, and the heavenly saint's mistakes cannot be changed, and he, as a mortal emperor, naturally has no power to change everything.

He was thinking now, if he hadn't been the emperor at that time, the situation might have been much better, Jian Xiu wouldn't have hated Qingyuan to the bone, and the blood rain caused by the death of the saint should not have happened, right?

The emperor was somewhat unheard, but he knew some.

For example, the two saints who died were killed by the sword immortals, so it rained blood.

After all, when the saint came, the scene was vast, and many people saw it, and he also saw it.

In this short moment, the emperor thought a lot, but Lin Shugui was still indifferent, looking at the emperor quietly.

As a sword immortal, in addition to using a sword, he also has a lot of magical powers, such as incarnation of tens of millions, the long river of time, and insight into world affairs.

When the Sword Immortal wants to see through a person's mind, he doesn't need to make any effort at all, what Emperor Qingyuan is thinking about now, Lin Shugui knows everything.

It's just that Lin Shugui doesn't want to pay attention to it, he doesn't need to pay attention to the thoughts of a mortal emperor.

Emperor Qingyuan was under the dragon chair, looked at the empty hall, and suddenly opened his mouth to break the silence: "If you don't kill me, then what are you looking for me?"

Lin Shugui said indifferently: "Come and let you do something, it will be easy for you." ”

Emperor Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, as long as he was sure that his life was not in danger, most of the rest of the things this emperor could not care about now, after all, life is now the priority.

He didn't want to die.

And the fear of death is the normal condition of human beings, and those who practice will be afraid of death, and ordinary people are no exception.

Emperor Qingyuan lowered his head slightly, and his hands were clasped together, signaling his obedience.

In fact, if he were a courtier, he should be more obedient than the emperor did.

At least today's catastrophe could have been avoided.

Lin Shugui got up from the dragon chair and walked in front of Emperor Qingyuan, without any momentum on his body, but in the eyes of Emperor Qingyuan, it was like a long sword that could unfold all things in heaven and earth.

Soon, Emperor Qingyuan suddenly thought of a person, and that person, according to rumors, also likes to wear a green shirt, and not long ago he did something big that caused a sensation in the world, wouldn't it be the one in front of him?

Emperor Qingyuan was in a cold sweat for a while, and the feeling of depression that had just dissipated returned to his body.

Lin Shugui looked at Emperor Qingyuan, whose face turned pale, and said indifferently: "You have done something wrong, you have to pay back, from today onwards, you go to the Sword Sect to kneel and make amends for Qingyuan Kendo, when the people on the mountain let you get up, you will get up when you want." ”

Listening to the words in his ears, Emperor Qingyuan was silent for a long time, his face gradually turned from white to blue, extremely ugly, even the heart of fear was pressed in the bottom of his heart for a while, and then he was born of endless anger, he is Emperor Qingyuan, in charge of hundreds of millions of people's livelihood and death, but just a few poor sours who practiced swords, he wanted to let his ninety-five supreme go to kneel and make amends, and when the time came, he was really embarrassed to throw people to his grandmother's house, let an emperor make amends, there is no such reason in heaven and earth, if he really does this, then what face will he have to see his ancestors after death.

Thinking of this, Emperor Qingyuan gritted his teeth, raised his head under great pressure, looked at Lin Shugui who seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, and roared: "I am Emperor Qingyuan!"

Lin Shugui's expression was still the same, what he wanted to do, no one could resist, unless someone had beaten him, but he had never been defeated once since he practiced his sword.

Very unrealistic.

The pressure on Emperor Qingyuan's body was even greater, and the body that was still standing was now lying on the ground, only his head was barely raised, and the courage that was originally inexplicably born in his heart disappeared in front of absolute power at this moment.

Therefore, the emperor agreed.

I can only agree.

Lin Shugui didn't speak, nor did he nod, and after getting a reply, he naturally disappeared.

Only the emperor was left in the main hall.

In fact, it is not right, the emperor got up from the ground, and soon found that the minister of civil and military affairs who had disappeared in the main hall had miraculously appeared at this time, and he was still the same as before, and he seemed to have a dream, and when he woke up, he was still sitting on the dragon chair.

But he knew it wasn't a dream.

Emperor Qingyuan let out a long sigh of relief, celebrating the rest of his life, and after his mind calmed down, he asked Su Changjing, who was sitting next to the dragon chair, "Changjing, what was I doing just now?"

Su Changjing frowned slightly, why did the emperor ask this question? Could it be that Mr. was reasoning again?

Su Changjing said softly: "Your Majesty has been on the dragon chair since the last dynasty, and has not made any other moves. ”

Emperor Qingyuan pursed his lips and looked at Su Changjing with a serious expression, he didn't know whether to tell what he had just encountered, this was really too mysterious for him.

It's exactly the same as the immortals in the legend of Zhiwei, except that those people are immortals, and he wants to make amends, and the difference is not small.

After a moment, he still felt that it was better to say it, but as he spat out the first word, an unbearable pain emanated from his limbs, beads of sweat rolled down, and the emperor left the dragon chair for the second time.

Compared with the previous decent walk, this time it was rolling down and dropping his jaw.

There was a commotion in the court for a while, and it was a mess.

In the end, Su Changjing came forward to calm down.

As for Emperor Qingyuan, he was sent back to the palace, and Su Changjing took care of it, originally the courtiers wanted to invite the imperial doctor, but after thinking about it, the imperial doctor can only cure some typhoid fever, and the effect is extremely slow, which is not comparable to the breath of the monk, so he extinguished this thought.

Su Changjing sat in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to put his arm around Emperor Qingyuan, and slowly injected his breath into it, according to his original idea, it should be effective quickly, but for some reason, Emperor Qingyuan's body was like a bottomless pit, no matter how much breath he entered, it was like a bamboo basket drawing water, and he was busy for a long time but did not see any improvement, which made him very puzzled.

Emperor Qingyuan's body couldn't stop trembling, as if there were endless long swords in his body, and every time he slashed, it was very painful.

Emperor Qingyuan knew that this should be a means left by the blue-shirted swordsman, and he should have warned himself not to say anything about that person.

Su Changjing's face turned slightly pale, and he sighed: "Your symptoms are very strange, and your breath has no effect, why don't I go to Mr.?"

After finishing speaking, he got up and wanted to leave, but suddenly a hand grabbed his arm.

Emperor Qingyuan grabbed Su Changjing and said in a low voice: "Changjing, I want to go to the Sword Sect to make amends." ”

As the words fell, he soon found that the feeling of pain that had made him alive had disappeared a lot, so he made up his mind even more.

Su Changjing turned his head in astonishment, surprised, and after thinking about it, he wondered: "Why did I have this kind of thought, my realm is not enough, and my breath is not enough, I can't save you, but Mr. is well-informed, he must be able to save you, you don't have to think nonsense." ”

Emperor Qingyuan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, so he could only repeat the previous words.

He was going to the Sword Sect to kneel down and make amends.

Su Changjing asked softly, "Why did you have this idea?"

Emperor Qingyuan's face suddenly calmed down, sat up from the bed, and answered the question: "I thought about it a lot, but I don't understand why I signed that edict, the extinction of the sword is the stupidest thing I have ever done, but now it has been done, it can't be saved, if I don't go, my heart will be uneasy." ”

Su Changjing's expression was complicated, Emperor Qingyuan did not take much of the matter of exterminating the sword, and even signed an edict was forced, the three sects have always attached great importance to face, and the teacher must be famous, and the emperor signed the edict, which is the name.

Emperor Qingyuan nodded, his expression becoming more serious, this is making up his mind.

Although this determination was also forced, for some reason, his heart was much more relaxed.

He made up his mind, and it was his own business, so no one could dissuade him.

Soon after, the emperor was going to the Sword Sect to kneel this thing spread through some people, and soon it spread, everyone heard that it was unbelievable at first, but after repeated confirmation, his face showed novelty, an emperor went to kneel under the mountain, it was rare since ancient times, it was a rare thing to encounter in thousands of years, so they wanted to go and see.

When Emperor Qingyuan left the palace despite the opposition of his ministers, he walked on the street, and he could see many people gathered on both sides of the street, all of them looking like watching a play, and even many of them accompanied him, as if they wanted to watch the emperor kneel.

When there are many noisy people, things are naturally messy.

Su Changjing and the emperor sat in a carriage together, carefully observing the surroundings, and from time to time released a breath to block the next killing, originally he wanted to kill all of them and leave no one alive, but Emperor Qingyuan asked him to spare his life, and he agreed.

As a result, the assassin soon discovered that he had thought that he would die was now able to return alive with all his hands, and that a little injury was less important than that, and that he had more courage.

The assassins were some swordsmen, three in all.

Two large and one small.

The two eldest are brothers, who have been connected since childhood, named Xu Que and Xu Yuan, each carrying a sword, but after forming a sword formation, they can also come and go in the crowd.

And the small one, called Cheng Lin, was originally a fisherman's son, but his own talent is good, so he was taught a set of swordsmanship by Xu Baichuan, and since then he has practiced swordsmanship, his talent is not bad, swordsmanship is also exquisite, and after killing a few people, he soon became famous, although the age is thirteen or fourteen years old, but it is not left behind some veterans of the rivers and lakes, and even relies on the long sword in his hand to deal with some low-level monks, although he can only barely make a draw, the lack is also very unusual, if he is given a few more years, he may be able to become the first in the rivers and lakes。

Cheng Lin thought the same way, but when he showed his fame, Emperor Qingyuan issued an edict to exterminate the sword, and he became famous at a young age, so he was naturally stared at, after a fight, he escaped, and his parents and family died, and after understanding the cause and effect, he decided to assassinate the emperor to avenge the crime.

That's where we are today.

As for Xu Que and Xu Yuan, it is not much different from him.

So the three of them decided to work together to add a few more strengths, originally the emperor was about to die under the sword, but he didn't expect Su Changjing to stop them.

Su Changjing waved a breath to push the three of them away from the carriage, and after the emperor sat down, he walked out of the carriage together, looking at the three people who were tightly surrounded by soldiers, and were speechless.

He can actually kill people, he hasn't killed before, it's because his strength is not enough, but now it's different, now that he has become a cultivator, killing people is easy.

But the emperor didn't let him kill, so he could only endure the murderous intention.

Su Changjing said calmly: "If you leave now, I will not blame the past." ”

Xu Que and Xu Yuan didn't reply, but just spat on each other's ground.

These two people can't actually speak, and they cry silently when they were born, so they were abandoned since they were young, and after being picked up by their master, they practiced swords together, and they usually communicate with people by relying on pen and paper.

Cheng Lin raised the sword in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at Su Changjing, his face was full of sarcasm, in his opinion, Su Changjing was just a lackey, right and wrong were not clear, black and white were unknown, he was afraid of the tiger, damn it, this kind of person didn't need to say much.

Hit it up.

With an idea in his heart, he naturally made a movement in his hand, and the long sword slashed a trajectory in the air, like a shock, and pointed directly at Su Changjing's chest.

Su Changjing sighed lightly, feeling a little interesting, although he had just reached the realm of refining the law, it was enough to support him to see the wonders of Cheng Lin, which in his opinion was beyond the category of Jianghu swordsmen, a little like those sword cultivators, but he didn't feel any sword qi on this sword, which was a bit unusual.

Waving his sleeves to retreat this imposing sword, Su Changjing asked curiously, "Have you practiced sword with the sword?"

Cheng Lin was silent, and this acquiescence was equivalent to admitting it in Su Changjing's opinion.

Su Changjing said: "It's a pity, if you are really a sword cultivator, even if it is only a first-realm sword qi realm, it is enough for me to be in a hurry, maybe some bad things will happen, but you are not, there is some ingenuity here, why does that sword cultivator only teach you sword techniques, but not your cultivation techniques?"

Cheng Lin raised his eyes to look at Su Changjing, his expression calm.

His cultivation method is just an ordinary Jianghu heart method, not a sword cultivation path, he once thought about why Xu Baichuan only taught his sword method and not his heart method, but in the end he never came to a conclusion, so he simply didn't think about it.

Standing on the carriage, Su Changjing whispered to the people in the carriage, "Can I kill someone?"