Chapter Fifty-Seven: A Natural Enemy

Outside the gate of Shiyu City, a slender long sword five zhang long lies between heaven and earth, the long sword is formed by the mixture of arrows and arrows, which seems to be a little different, but the sword intent contained in it makes the heaven and earth change color. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If it was Li Bai, who was usually bohemian and idle, he might have played with Huang Chengren, who was also a small swordsman, but he was worried about Zhu Chenhuan's safety, if it was really as Huang Chengren said, King Ning rebelled and wanted to kill His Royal Highness the Prince, then it would be troublesome.

If something happens to Zhu Chenhuan, who will he go to learn from his sword-opening poem? And more importantly, this guy who has not met is a treasure that the Terrans cannot lose, if he is allowed to die in front of him, how will he explain to the Terrans? How can he explain to those old scholars in the Tang Dynasty?

"Well, so, I don't like to protect people. ”

Li Bai shook his head and shook his head, and when he saw that the soldiers on the city wall were wound again, he sighed softly, killing his fellow clansmen is always not so cool.

"Anyway, they won't ask me to pay for this city gate, right?"

Li Bai pursed his lips, his eyes rushed out with sword light, and the long sword containing huge sword intent in the air was like a real divine sword, accumulating infinite power, and slashed towards the city gate where Huang Chengren was.

Later generations have such a record about this sword: " As soon as the long sword came out of the sky and the sky was dark, the sunlight was blocked by the sword intent, the sword was like the rising sun of the nine heavens, just in the blink of an eye, it was like cutting tofu, the sword entered the city gate, and then the wind and sand rose, the snow drifted, everyone only buzzed in their ears, the eyes were dazzling and could not be opened, and after the wind and sand stopped in half an hour, after the sun came out, the original quaint city gate had completely disappeared, leaving only a huge hole from the city wall on both sides of the city wall to disconnect, and those people on the city wall did not even see a drop of blood, let alone a little wreckage?

The power of a sword, terrifying, after the stone jade country spread a legend named Li Bai sword immortal, said that Li Bai sword fairy is the guardian of the stone jade country, whenever the stone jade country encounters a national disaster, it will appear, a sword heaven opens, and the stone jade country stands tall.

The sword was gone, and the long sword composed of arrows disappeared, and then everyone remembered the immortal Buddha-like figure wielding a terrifying sword, but when they came back to their senses, they found that Li Bai had long since disappeared.

Li Bai's sword was terrifying, and with one sword, the entire Shiyu City shook twice, and the same was true in the small courtyard of King Ning's Mansion.

Zhu Chenhuan faced Zhu Qifei, who had already torn his face, and just wanted to scold him from the height of morality, but who knew that at this time, a high-spirited sword intent rose into the sky, and then Shi Yucheng shook on the spot, and when the wind and waves subsided, he had no interest in scolding anymore.

For Zhu Chenhuan, scolding people is like fighting a war, one is prosperous, then it declines, and three times it is exhausted, and scolding people has no momentum, how can they make people's noses crooked?

Zhu Chenhuan saw the blank look in the eyes of Zhu Qifei and the others, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the person who can emit such a sword qi is not a weak person, he even doubts whether the Tianshan Tong Ye is this person's opponent, but seeing Zhu Qifei and the others, they don't know who this person is, it is obviously a sudden third party, in this way, it is better to be the enemy after all.

"Master Tong, you?" Zhu Chenhuan looked at the Tianshan Master Tong who was no longer picking his ears and nose, and asked.

Tianshan Tongye's face was also a little solemn, but he was not too worried, I saw him glance at Ji Ji, who was holding the trees and shouting about the earthquake, and said, "If I promise to protect you for fifty years, it will definitely be fifty years." ”

After receiving the affirmative answer from the Tianshan Tong Ye, Zhu Chenhuan no longer wanted to add trouble to himself, he looked at Zhu Qifei with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Finally can't help it, are you going to put me to death?"

Zhu Qifei took a deep breath, his face returned to normal, he glanced at Huijue, saw Huijue nodded, and then said angrily: "His Royal Highness the Prince, although you are His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Shiyu Kingdom, don't you respect my living monk of Lizhen Temple, is it a little too domineering?" In the past few days, everyone knows what kind of compassionate monk Uncle Huijue is, he does not hesitate to teach anyone, and the Buddha's teachings are reasonable, and he is deeply loved and admired by everyone, but you not only do not respect Uncle Huijue, but also let a beggar pretend to be a monk and insult Uncle Huijue, and the poor monk is really afraid that Shiyuguo will suffer a catastrophe in your hands. ”

"Although the poor monk is a monk of Lizhen Temple, he is also a person of Shiyu Country before he became a monk, and the poor monk's love and concern for Shiyu Country is not weaker than any person, and the poor monk is really afraid that you will destroy Shiyu Country, so if you are not disposed of today, how can the poor monk be worthy of the cultivation of Lizhen Temple?

Zhu Qifei's words are reasonable, foaming at the mouth, he stands on a high place, the whole body is shining with Buddha light, and he really spits out the truth like a real Buddha, which makes people unconsciously respectful, and his words are more and more convincing.

"Amitabha, although the poor monk does not attach importance to personal honor and disgrace, but slandering my Lizhen Temple, insulting my Buddha, it is really wrong, and I also ask His Royal Highness the Son of Heaven to return to Lizhen Temple with the poor monk, practice Buddhism, and wash away his own sins. ”

Huijue also took a step forward, compared to Zhu Qifei, the Buddha light on his body is better, many children of the big family heard this, their eyes were hazy, and they also nodded and stood in line, accusing Zhu Chenhuan of various crimes, as if Zhu Chenhuan was the most heinous person, who committed a great crime, and it was an insult to the laws of the empire if he was not executed.

There are only two people behind Zhu Chenhuan, one is the sloppy Tianshan Tongye, and the other is a madman in shabby Buddha clothes, in addition, no one supports him, and behind Zhu Qifei, there is a black press, among which there is a high monk, four warrior monks from Lizhen Temple holding a demon lord. After that, it is the representatives of the children of the major families, these children are nothing to bring out individually, but when they get together, they represent the support of the Shiyu country's families, what does a country rely on? The people's hearts are just that! And these families represent the support of the superstructure, which is not weak, in other words, it also represents that the country's fortune is deviating from Zhu Chenhuan.

Behind these clans, there are swords and swords on the walls and roofs, these warriors are burly, resolute, and their whole bodies exude the unique bloody aura of soldiers, it can be seen that these people are all elite warriors on the battlefield, and they are the kind of elite powerhouses who have experienced no less than ten battlefield battles and survived.

Zhu Chenhuan roughly counted, these soldiers with not weak combat power are no less than seven or eight hundred, if you count those soldiers who can't see the secrets, it is roughly estimated that there will be nearly a thousand.

"Stains, big strokes, really big strokes, it's enough for these people to slaughter us three times, right? But you still don't feel at ease, you still stand on the moral plane to accuse me, and even use the power of the Buddha sound to convince those ordinary people of you, stains, why are you so careful? Do you want to leave a good reputation in the history books? It's not right, history books are written by the victors, and you can't write how you want to write them?"

Zhu Chenhuan didn't have the slightest nervousness on his face when he saw his situation, he didn't care about the accusations of Zhu Qifei and Huijue and others, anyway, he knew that it was fake, and getting angry with them wouldn't it only disturb his heart?

Seeing that Zhu Chenhuan had always been so calm, Zhu Qifei's expression couldn't help but be gloomy, but after thinking about the consequences of Zhu Chenhuan next, an extremely complicated smile appeared on his face, "The poor monk doesn't understand what you're talking about, but there is one thing that the poor monk knows, that is, the poor monk likes to be perfect in everything, it was so before, and it is still the case after, and the poor monk also has a bad habit, that is, he likes to see a person desperate in despair, this process is very interesting, what does His Royal Highness the Prince think of the habits of the poor monk?"

"Oh, what a coincidence, this prince is completely opposite to your habits, what I like is not to care whether it is perfect or not, I do it when I think of it, so ah, we are really natural enemies......"