Twilight falls.

In the palace with a high wall and golden glazed tile roof in the south of the Yangtze River, the candlelight is flickering, flickering and dimming.

At the top of the main hall sat a man with blue eyes and purple beard, a national face, and a red satin flat gold embroidered python robe, like a king.

Liang can wear a python robe, and there can be a few people who worship above 10,000 people under one person, white python Mu Guihu, purple python Zhao Zhizong, blue python Zhao Zhili, red python Zhao Zhicheng. Back then, when today's son Zhao Zhiheng took over the scepter of the old emperor and ascended the throne as emperor, in the same year, the Tianlong Society instigated a large-scale invasion of the Great Liao, and the people of the entire Central Plains were not happy.

The world is in turmoil, the Liang Dynasty is full of holes and storms, the Zhao family has a tendency to decline, Emperor Zhao Zhiheng of Liang decided to deviate from the strategy of the sword blade of the vassal king, on the basis of the original king with different surnames, and then divide the three clans as the princes and kings, above everything in the locality, monopolize the military power to stabilize the people, strengthen the local strength to quell the rebellion, and bring the Liang Dynasty back to life, so among the four major feudal kings of the Great Liang, except for Mu Guihu is the only king with a different surname, the remaining three vassal kings are the blood relatives of the Great Liang Dynasty。

Qin King Zhao Zhizong and Yan King Zhao Zhili guarded the northern frontier, for the Liang to resist the invasion of the Great Liao, the war achievements to the brother Zhao Zhiheng is also loyal, only the dormant Jiangnan Zhao Zhicheng has ulterior motives, after quelling the Jiangnan rebellion, Wu King Zhao Zhicheng with the help of the rich Jiangnan land, the strength of the rapid rise, surplus grain millions of stone with hundreds of thousands, the world's talents, and the resurgence of the Tianlong Society close contacts, according to the Yangtze River natural danger and guard the bad intentions.

Outside the hall, he walked into a white-clothed Confucian who did not look good, but his eyes were blazing.

The square-faced man in the red python robe glanced at and asked the guards in the hall to retreat.

The wind blew into the hall, and the face of the white-clothed Confucian looked dark and gloomy in the candlelight, and he stroked his goat's beard, and his air was elegant and unique in the world.

After the guards retreated, the man in red python slowly got up and asked, "What has Mr. Lian gained?"

The Confucian Sheng, who was as bleak as frost in white clothes, replied: "Sure enough, as the prince expected, the guards of His Royal Highness the Great Prince were found in the Longshou Mountain Realm. ”

The corners of the red python-clad man's mouth hooked an arc.

"Lord Wang, what should I do next?" asked the white-clothed Confucian student.

"The king's baby nephew came from afar, and he didn't say hello, because he wanted to give the king a big surprise, of course, he wanted to come to the house to get together. Zhao Zhicheng stopped at the point, and his eyes showed a cold glint of horror.

After being immersed in the palace for many years, the white-clothed Confucian student understood the will of the man in red python, and withdrew from the hall after bowing.

When the white-clothed Confucian retreated, the man in red python turned around and stood with his hands in his hands, squinted his eyes at the picture of the tiger coming down the mountain on the wall, and muttered: "The tiger is going down the mountain to kill." ”

When the Confucian saint walked out of the palace, he brushed his goat's beard and drowned in the night.

The world only knows that the Confucian saint Lian Wansheng turned into a saint overnight, but they don't know that Lian Wansheng when he was young is not called Lian Wansheng is called Lian Fusheng, Lian Fusheng is an out-and-out, book-hungry reader, his father is a powerful government and opposition official, because he was implicated by the Tianlong Society in the imperial court, he was sentenced to death by Emperor Zhao Zhiheng to punish the nine clans, and the family was wiped out. The weak scholar Lian Fusheng fled to the south of the Yangtze River alone, and happened to meet Zhao Zhicheng, the king of Wu who recruited troops to quell the chaos, and even Fusheng had to be reborn in desperation, and the pseudonym Lian Wansheng entered the Wu Wangfu as a staff, but gradually Lian Wansheng, who was hated by the family and the family, had a deep understanding that Confucianism was just a lotus ping who could not help but rise and fall in the troubled times, and decided to take a different path in a fit of anger and enter the Wu Wangfu Library to retreat and learn martial arts.

After being immersed in the library for seven years, Confucian Lian Wansheng relied on his unforgettable skills, and integrated a number of martial arts cheats into one, and realized a set of his own skills.

As soon as he entered Chang'an, the Son of Heaven was furious, mobilized tens of thousands of heavy soldiers, the sound of killing was deafening, the gongs and drums were all over the sky, and Lian Wansheng was blocked outside Chang'an City.

Two into Chang'an, Lian Wansheng sneaked into Chang'an City at night, and entered the outer city of the palace with golden tiles on the vermilion wall, but was intercepted by dozens of flying fish guards and could not move forward。

Later, Lian Wansheng knew that it was not enough, so he entered Shu alone, and fought with the old sword demon Baijiantang of Xishu, killing the sky and the earth, and everywhere he went was ruins, and the people hugged each other out of the city, competing to watch, and finally the old sword demon ended the battle with his sword against Lian Wansheng's throat.

Three into Chang'an, this is also the last time the white-clothed Confucian entered Chang'an alone, this time he successfully sneaked into the palace hall, only to find that the emperor was sitting on the dragon chair with his eyes closed.

But a hundred steps away, but it is like a world away.

Lian Wansheng clenched his fists, his nails dug deep into the flesh, his eyes were red and cracked, and he wanted to break the body of the person sitting on the dragon chair into pieces.

It was probably Emperor Liang who felt the rich killing intent that filled the air, and finally opened his dragon eyes.

What the white-clothed Confucian business didn't expect was that the person sitting on the dragon chair just smiled faintly at Lian Wansheng, and the emperor's wind was like Mount Tai.

"Why did you kill me?" asked the Emperor majestically without changing his face.

"Nine clans of the Lian family, three hundred and eighty-one people, why do you still ask me as the dog emperor?" Lian Wansheng fell into a demonic madness, and his fists squeaked.

"Collusion with the Tianlong Society and the Great Liao alien race to plot against my Daliang and cause the lives of the people of Daliang to be miserable, that is deserved. The emperor snorted coldly and said in a sonorous voice.

"Phew, you dog emperor is strong, today I will take your dog's life for Tianxingdao and return the world to peace. Lian Wansheng's sea of anger was churning, his sleeves were agitated, his fists turned into palms, and he approached the Ninety-Five Supreme step by step.

"Since I took power, I have promulgated benevolent policies, resisted foreign enemies, and given both grace and power, lived with the people, and the world returned to the heart, how can I say for the way of heaven?" At the same time, the emperor also agitated with his sleeves and strong aura.

Lian Wansheng secretly said in his heart: What a powerful aura, could it be that there are peerless masters in this palace?

Outside the main hall of contemplation, the sound of killing was everywhere, and the forbidden army of Miyagi came to the rescue, and Lian Wansheng, who did not know the situation, could only leave again.

As the so-called thing is not more than three, three into Chang'an and retreat to make Lian Wansheng famous, dominating the martial arts list, but also let Lian Wansheng break the reverie of revenge alone, since then Lian Wansheng returned to the palace of King Wu in the south of the Yangtze River, and assisted King Wu to hegemony, in order to one day enter the capital and avenge the clansmen with his own hands.

__________

There are three figures rarely in the Feilai Peak Lanyue Pavilion tonight, Li Chongshan with peach wood coiled hair, Ren Xiaoyao with a wine gourd in his hand, and Li Feng who lives in a simple place.

"Senior brother, you always see the head and the tail of the dragon, and you don't say a word to me when you come back, if it weren't for Feng'er, I wouldn't know you're back. The blue-robed Taoist put his hands on his sleeves and looked at the moonlight and said.

"It's the same if you don't come back, Jixia has you, I'm very relieved. Ren Xiaoyao glared at Li Feng, and Li Feng intentionally or unintentionally turned his head to avoid Ren Xiaoyao's gaze.

"I'm finally at the end of my reign. Li Chongshan said with relief.

"What do you say? You are a good leader, why do you end up in the end, your senior brother and I are used to being happy outside, and I can't live these six pure days. Ren Xiaoyao hurriedly retorted.

"Before the master drove Hexi to the west, he told him in every way, when you return from your travels, you must let you succeed to the position of head of Jixia. Li Chongshan bluntly retorted: "Senior brother, aren't you afraid of committing the crime of bullying the teacher?"

"Master entrusted the Hair Hair to me, and I entrusted the Hair Hair to you, what is the crime?" Ren Xiao quibbled.

The blue-robed Taoist knew that his verbal skills were far inferior to Ren Yao's, and he helplessly spit out four words: "Tongue can be lotus." ”

"How's the cultivation of celestial phenomena?" asked Ren Xiaoyao with his hands on the railing of the Lanyue Pavilion.

"Still like that. Li Chongshan replied truthfully

"The celestial phenomenon is not a thing in the pool, and it will turn into a dragon when it encounters a sweet spring!" After that, Ren Xiaoyao raised the gourd and poured it violently, the wine entered his heart, and he was thorough in his heart.

Ren Xiaoyao handed the wine gourd to Li Chongshan again, and Li Chongshan, who usually doesn't drink a drop of wine, actually took the gourd and took a sip.

"Good wine!" Li Chongshan's eyes flickered faintly, and he didn't know how long he hadn't tasted the taste of wine in his liver and sausage.

Then all three fell silent at the same time.

After a long time, Ren Xiaoyao sighed and said: "This river and lake has long been a matter of people, but fortunately, the taste of wine has not changed."

"People are in this big river and lake, and they can't help themselves. Li Feng, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

Once upon a time, there was a sword god called Feng Jianxin, the three-foot sword in his hand cut all the injustices in the world, and the sword chased after Bai Jiantang, but this river and lake was never a person's river and lake, this Feng surnamed Sword God was born in this river and lake, and finally died for this river and lake.

"Baiyun is a good material, you kid carve it slowly, don't help the seedlings grow. Ren Xiaoyao took another sip of wine and said.

Li Feng nodded.

"Alright, I'm done drinking, it's time for me to go, I'm suffocating to death these days in the mountains. Ren Xiaoyao moved his muscles and said.

"Finally come back and have to leave again?" Li Chongshan, who had peach wood hair, hurriedly asked.

"I need to go to Beilan again. Ren Xiaoyao hung the wine gourd back on his waist.

"Go to Beiyan?" asked Li Chongshan and Li Feng at the same time.

"Go get something!" Ren Xiaoyao said extraordinarily calmly.

The wind blew through the mountains, and dark clouds crept over the night dome.