Half a day after the end of the Hundred Swords, most of the knights who came from all over the world embarked on the return journey. Very few people can be rich enough to choose to stay for one more night in a place like Bianliang, where they make money for a day, and Mo Dao is also a member of the returning army.

After breaking the four knives into a bundle and covering them on their shoulders with a black cloth, Mo Dao and Yue Zhishu walked out of the Bianliang City Gate side by side.

The soldiers defending the city did not examine these strangers in detail, after all, their departure was a burden for themselves.

And when they saw Mo Dao, those originally listless guards suddenly widened their eyes and stood straight one by one.

Mo Yue Zhishu covered his mouth and smiled.

Mo Dao walked quickly through the city gate. Before walking down the moat, Yue Zhishu asked, "Don't you think it's funny?"

"What's so funny?" Mo Dao asked inexplicably.

"What an elm head. Yue Zhishu squinted at him curiously, "You won Hu Buxi, and you won Zhao Wu'an, and now you are the first person in the world." Everywhere you go, you are more admired than a thousand people, are you ready for this?"

Mo Dao pondered for a moment and said, "Not necessarily. But I don't want them to look up to me either. ”

Yue Zhishu smiled and said: "Why not? The veins of the broken bones of the three mountains are not mentioned for the time being, you have entered the realm of one grade after less than a year of cultivation, and you have passed the suffering of tens of millions of people in the rivers and lakes, and have entered the realm of enlightenment." To all living beings, you are a god on the high. ”

Mo Dao frowned.

"I don't like to be a god. It's good to be an ordinary person. Be diligent and do what you can, and when necessary, you can also act bravely and do some benevolent deeds......"

"This is the rivers and lakes in your mind?" Yue Zhishu asked suddenly.

Before Mo Dao could answer, there was a loud bang in Bianliang City behind him.

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The sky-high purple qi that surrounded the Han Mansion Book Pavilion was as thick as a pillar had already dissipated with the breaking of the ground of Han Toast.

But that dragon qi didn't really disappear, but all poured into Han Zhu's body.

Han Zhujiu, who was standing in front of the gate of Daxiangguo Temple, raised his head, and a crazy smile flashed in his eyes.

Han Jiege stood in the porch, spreading his legs and raising his blade.

"Hahaha, hahahahahaha!"

A creepy laugh came out of Han's toast. He looked at Han Jige coldly, but his gaze had already penetrated his old brother, staring at the young man behind him.

Twenty years ago, with the birth of this teenager, Han Zhujiu, who stole his luck, was also imprisoned for a year of not seeing the light of day.

It's time to repay this loneliness and shame.

Han Zhuyao raised the lantern in his hand—it was the dark blue flame candle that Zhao Wu'an had seen when he mistakenly broke into the Silent Formation that night.

That cold flame was the true dragon qi that Han Toast had stolen twenty years ago.

"Brother, why do you do this? Since I was included in the emperor's family to save my life, why can't I betray the emperor's family again for me?" Han Zhujiu's eyes were full of cruel smiles, "Gaozu is crowned emperor with the addition of the yellow robe, and the broken dragon chair of the Zhao family should also be replaced." ”

"Nonsense!" Han Jiege scolded loudly.

The face of the young Tianzi standing among the black-clothed guards turned blue and purple, and Han Zhu's crazy attitude seemed to make him feel sincerely uncomfortable.

"Han Qing, kill him. The Young Emperor's voice trembled slightly.

Han Jiege's eyes were cold, and he gritted his teeth.

Han toasted and laughed: "Why are you doing this!"

Bang!

The lantern suddenly fell to the ground, breaking into countless fragments in an instant, and the bluestone street was filled with gunsmoke.

In the smoke and dust, a smart figure was as fast as thunder, and it approached the door of the Great Xiangguo Temple in an instant.

While!

Han Jige seized the best opportunity to swing the knife. One step later, his head would inevitably be torn off by the lamp pole in Han Zhu's hand.

After one move, Han Jige took a step back and quickly stabilized his figure.

Han Zhubai chased and killed him even harder, and a two-and-a-half-foot lantern could dance amazingly in his hands.

It looks like a knife and is not a knife.

Even though Han Jige has never stopped sharpening his sword skills in the past twenty years, Han Zhuan is also blessed with a vast dragon qi, even a lamp pole without a blade is sharp.

The Han family was originally good at swordsmanship, and forty years ago it was also the leading famous family in the rivers and lakes, but the Han family in the past is now killing each other in front and back of the courtyard of Daxiangguo Temple.

The young emperor's expression was as cold as ice, and the guards around him were even more nervous.

In the chaos, Zhao Wu'an, who was dragged down by the dragon's qi and half-knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and stood up.

The sea of qi was almost exhausted, and there was no strength left to control the flying sword. Zhao Wu'an staggered step by step to the flying sword that fell to the ground, leaned down, and picked up the Bodhisattva Man and Su Musha with both hands.

Dark all round.

Every time Han toasted with a move, Zhao Wu'an's dantian was implicated in the depths and there was a sharp pain. He was able to endure standing still, but once he moved, the pain immediately increased a hundredfold in intensity.

It was only a few short steps of movement, but Zhao Wu'an was close to collapse. Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped from the top of his head, and his white shirt was already soaked.

Rao is so.

After holding the two flying swords in his hands, he staggered to his feet.

His face was pale, but he did not fall. Instead, it's moving forward.

Soon, not only those guards who were engrossed, but even the emperor himself noticed Zhao Wu'an's abnormality.

He was in severe pain, but he actually stood up and was still walking towards him.

The Emperor frowned unconsciously.

"What does that mean?"

Zhao Wuan pursed his mouth and did not answer. The pain had left him speechless.

The emperor's face was covered with frost again.

"If you don't, I'll give you the order, and the Janissaries will kill you here. ”

This statement worked, and Zhao Wu'an stopped five steps away from them. He was panting and pale, but he still didn't fall.

Just when the emperor thought that the threat was effective, a question full of despair and resentment rang in his ears.

"What is the !! of the king?"

The emperor was stunned, and there was a puzzled look in his eyes.

What is the way of king?

If it was Jialan An Xulie, it would be okay, Zhao Wu'an was just an unknown layman who wandered the rivers and lakes, and he dared to ask him this question?

Zhao Wu'an didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. The fiery pupils stared at the young king in front of him.

In the Jiuda Temple, a puppet was used to replace the true monarch, which made the peaceful country of Valan have been in civil strife for more than ten years.

The battle of Gaoliang River was imminent, and the city of Youzhou changed generals on the spot, and Xie Hui was questioned for his guilt by privately casting military armor, so that until today, the sixteen states of Youyun are still outside the territory of the Great Song Dynasty.

And also.

Jialan Anxulie, who was concerned about the life of the two dynasties, died outside the pass because of a secret order of the emperor of the previous dynasty, and since then he has been humiliated by tens of thousands of Li people in the two dynasties, and he cannot die quietly.

Of course, Zhao Wu'an knew that these things were all done by the first emperor, and they had nothing to do with the little emperor in front of him.

But it was precisely because the anger of revenge was poured out nowhere and burned his body that the pain became more unbearable.

What is the way of king?

In the indifferent eyes of the young man, a different emotion appeared.