After Lin Shugui left Yunzhen, he didn't wait for a while, he said that it was very fast, then it would be really fast, so he just left Yunzhen with his front foot, and appeared in the Qingyuan Palace the next moment.

This seems unbelievable to others, Qingyuan and Liguo are thousands of miles, even if they use a fast horse that travels thousands of miles a day, they have to run for a few days without sleep, how can it be so fast.

But if this is placed on Lin Shugui's body, it seems very ordinary, after all, this sword immortal can even be killed by a heavenly saint, and it is just a matter of crossing a distance between his minds, and it is easy.

Walking on the avenue of the palace, Lin Shugui was holding a freshly picked plum blossom branch in his hand, and the plum blossom branch was in his hand, and anyone who saw it would believe that this fresh plum blossom branch was like the sharpest sword in the world in the hands of this man in green shirts.

Stepping on the marble pavement, knocking out bursts of crispness.

Reverberated in the empty palace.

A man suddenly broke into the palace, and the heavily guarded guards were bound to find out.

But along the way, the guards turned a blind eye to Lin Shugui, even if the patrol guards wanted to bump into him, they would unconsciously leave the road, this Qingyuan Palace, which was heavily guarded to outsiders and comparable to the nine deaths of the Longtan Tiger's Den, was like walking on the ground for this sword immortal standing on the top of heaven and earth.

After walking a distance, I came to the door of the imperial study, and soon two clear voices came.

"Your Majesty, this year's snow disaster, Qingyuan has been affected by many prefectures and counties, this matter should be opened to release grain, and please ask Your Majesty to deal with it earlier, lest this matter get worse, if you let Mr. know, Your Majesty will be angry again. ”

"Open a warehouse and release grain? That's as Changjing said. ”

Pushing open the door, walking into the imperial study, looking at the two young people in front of him who were busy with national affairs, Lin Shugui was silent, picked up a book that had been approved and watched, and dispelled his previous thoughts.

It is not advisable to involve mortals in the affairs of cultivators, since this is the case, then go to the trouble of cultivators.

Gently putting down the fold in his hand, the green-shirted sword immortal, who had just come in, quickly left this place again.

And what he did just now, the two people in the imperial study were unaware.

I just think that's how it should be.

Standing outside the door of the imperial study, holding a plum blossom branch in his hand, he poured a sword qi into it, and then waved the plum blossom branch lightly.

An invisible sword qi instantly crossed thousands of miles away, and was born on a peak in the Great Zhou Dynasty, setting off a mighty sword qi dragon and bombarding a sacred temple standing on the top of the mountain.

Attacked and killed by the sword qi, the temple was golden and resisted.

Soon voices were heard from within it.

"It's him!"

At the same time, in the Confucian Academy, the Rural School, a gentleman wearing a Confucian robe suddenly changed his face, raised his head suddenly, and muttered to himself in the puzzled eyes of the students: "It's him!"

It was the same as the words that came out of the temple.

The gentleman lowered his head, looked at his students, and said calmly: "That's all for today's lecture, you all go back, if I don't come in three days, then there is no need to come here in the future." ”

"Where are you going, sir?"

A young girl dressed in sackcloth sat up from her seat and looked at her husband very earnestly.

The gentleman was silent for a moment, and then replied: "Go and reason with someone, and if you win, you can come back." ”

The girl asked again, "What if you don't win?"

The gentleman's expression was still the same: "If you don't win, it depends on who means." ”

After finishing speaking, the gentleman ignored the girl, walked out of the school, and soon turned into a golden light, looking at the direction where he was going, it was Qingyuan.

Not only that, but the sword qi that Lin Shugui wielded was not only transmitted to the Confucian Academy, but also to the Western Buddhist land and Taoist ancestral land.

The same sword qi dragon, the same bombardment on the temples of their respective saints.

What appeared in Taoism was a saint who looked like a child.

The Western Buddha Land, on the other hand, is standing still.

Obviously, he wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

After all, compared to the other two religions, there are only three saints in Buddhism, and if they lose one, it is unacceptable for them, so why not let the other two religions with many saints go.

There is a saying in the world that it is better to see others bad than to see others good.

That's it.

As for the other two churches laughing at their timidity, they were left to laugh.

Throwing down the plum blossom branch that had been turned into charcoal in his hand, Lin Shugui's expression was calm, and he didn't feel that the next thing would be much trouble.

Instead, he disappeared into the palace.

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In a mansion, Mr. Mu Hua is under the prime minister of Qingyuan, he is black, and the prime minister is white.

Judging from the current situation, Kuroko will soon be defeated, so the prime minister smiled happily, his wrinkles were all stretched, and he seemed to be in a really good mood.

The prime minister laughed: "Mr. Muhua, this game is about to be won, do you think the two beautiful concubines that Your Majesty gave you, do you want to cut your love?"

Mr. Mu Hua's face was calm, even if the sunspot was already sluggish, his face was not shocked, he gently pinched a sunspot and fell, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "The prime minister is so old, and he is still greedy for this, but he is really old and strong." ”

The prime minister smiled, then dropped a white child, touched his goatee, and said with a smile: "Didn't the sage also say, food and color, sex also, the veteran is a reader, and naturally he is also a saint's disciple, and naturally he also wants to learn the style of a sage. ”

Mr. Mu Hua shook his head, did not argue, just concentrated on playing chess.

And as the situation progressed, the sunspots actually changed the previous sluggish trend, and with the fall of one by one, now it is the white son who is going to lose.

This prime minister, who was still laughing not long ago, thought that he could taste the two beautiful concubines tonight, suddenly looked ugly.

In order to be able to play this game of chess, he paid a lot, almost half of his family property, it can be seen that his two beautiful concubines really like it, and he thought that he could win against Mr. Mu Hua, who claimed to be unable to play chess, by relying on his superb chess skills, but he didn't expect the situation to change so much.

The prime minister was holding a white child in his hand, but he didn't dare to fall for a long time, there was cold sweat on his forehead, which kept falling, it was clearly a cold winter with a howling wind, and he was hot all over his body, which was a little out of place.

Looking at the indecisive prime minister, Mr. Mu Hua did not rush to urge, but slowly drank the hot tea in the cup.

It is true that he does not know how to play chess, but he also has to divide it with whom, if it is placed among the monks of the three sects, his chess skills are indeed not good, after all, the cultivator has a long life, enough time to hone his chess skills, he is indeed not ranked among them, but if it is placed in the world, it is enough.

After all, the monks of the three religions are different from the worldly people.

The prime minister was indecisive for a long time, but the white son in his hand never fell, and in the end, his hand was even a little sore.

Mr. Mu Hua smiled slightly, and opened his mouth to relieve the siege: "In this case, it is better for the prime minister to draw chess with me, how about a tie, the two beautiful concubines and prime ministers can be taken away, as for the prime minister's family wealth, I am just a scholar, as long as all mundane things are enough, not too much, the prime minister still keeps it for himself." ”

The prime minister nodded, thanked him very happily, and put the chess pieces in his hand back into the chess box, very happy.

So the old prime minister, hugging the two beautiful concubines left and right, quickly got into the frame.

After the prime minister left, Mr. Mu Hua was about to clean up the chess game, and when he looked up, he was soon startled by Lin Shugui, who suddenly appeared in the courtyard, which made his scalp tingle.

He is a monk of the three sects, with cultivation in his body, any wind and grass will be clear in his heart, and now someone unknowingly appeared beside him, if he has a murderous intention, then wouldn't he want to be in a different place?

Mr. Mu Hua forcibly calmed down, looked at Lin Shugui standing in the courtyard, and asked, "Your Excellency is here to kill me?"

When he said this, he looked straight at the sword hanging from Lin Shugui's waist, and his face was clear.

If the sword cultivator quietly appeared beside him, then it would make sense, after all, on top of the Extinction Qingyuan Sword Dao, he also had a figure in it, for example, when he killed Chu Feng, someone took a magic weapon from him.

Lin Shugui looked at this scholar and said calmly: "You don't deserve to be a sword." ”

Say it in one sentence, simple and clear.

His Lin Shugui sword is the sharpest sword in the world, and only saints can be worthy of his sword, and once again he also wants a great monk in the realm of Tianmen, not just a cat or a dog can let him make a sword.

Mr. Mu Hua nodded, his face looked much better, and asked again, "Then what is Your Excellency doing here?"

Lin Shugui nodded, happy to answer this question, and said, "Come and kill." ”

When this sentence was spoken, Mr. Mu Hua felt very puzzled, who did he come to kill, who to kill? He is considered to be the highest person in the capital of Qingyuan Kingdom, but he can't find this mysterious sword cultivator, it can be seen why this person's realm cultivation is so profound, so who is worthy of the sword?

"Who are you going to kill?"

Lin Shugui shook his head and said calmly: "I don't know, who you want to see." ”

Mr. Mu Hua was even more puzzled.

Lin Shugui did not answer the scholar's doubts, but sat on the table, waved his hand to put the chess pieces back in place, and said calmly: "You and I in the next game, if you win me, I will kill one less." ”

Mr. Mu Hua nodded, did not refuse, although he didn't know who this person was going to kill, but he vaguely sensed in his heart that it should be a big man, and it was always right to save one.

With the passage of time, there were more and more chess pieces on the chessboard, and soon, Mr. Mu Hua, who was still in high spirits not long ago, soon saw sweat on his forehead, and he was undecided before, but he didn't expect that there was reincarnation in the way of heaven, so soon it was his turn, wiped the sweat off his forehead, raised his head, and said with a wry smile: "I lost." ”

And as these three words fell, the pressure that had been pressing on him was swept away, making him smile even more bitterly.

Suppressing people with force is the most powerful.

The ancestors did not deceive me.

Lin Shugui ignored the scholar, but looked at the chess game on the table.

Mr. Mu Hua was silent, not daring to disturb him.

Time passed slowly, and after a while, Lin Shugui raised his head, looked at the sky, and said calmly: "It's here." ”

As his words fell, the golden light of the debut was born in the sky, and the majesty of the sky appeared with the golden light, and he was a saint.