Standing in front of Wolong Slope, Liu Chen's clothes fluttered, listening to the sound of reading aloud in the distance, it was the students of the Academy of Literature, who were slowly singing the scriptures of the Holy Venerable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind blows a scorching roar, and under the high mountains and flowing waters, from time to time, there are sons and daughters of the martial arts academy, floating up and down in the pool, practicing the mystery of moving mountains diligently......

After the Extreme Star Sea trial, Liu Chen never returned to the academy, he changed from a junior to a senior brother, and all the basic disciplines were fully integrated...... No master would ask King Canglan to come to the academy for full attendance at such a time, but the long-lost freedom did not make Liu Chen's cultivation slack, and every day in the General's Mansion, his strength was steadily advancing......

Retracting his gaze from afar, Liu Chen pulled his gaze closer, and whether intentionally or not, on the mottled face where he stopped, General Xuanwei's smile was imprinted in his heart.

"I have a stepping horse, I have an autumn water sword, I have a wind and thunder army, I can be ten thousand enemies!"

In that high-spirited era, in that prosperous years, the most outstanding painters of Tianji Pavilion engraved General Xuanwei in front of the Xuanwu Gate into eternity.

Facing the smile of the person in the painting, Liu Chen can vaguely hear the golden iron horse of Longqing in the eighteenth year, that year, General Xuanwei was twenty-four years old, that year, since the four days of Wude, the glory of the four gods of Longqing shone on the entire Eastern Continent, and the Xia people took the overwhelming blood-colored battle flag, as well as the hoarse mournful elegy, so that the autumn of that year, brilliant in the waves in the long river of history......

However, today, when people continue to remember the four heavenly generals of Wude and the four gods of Longqing, they are more and more pleased to realize that this generation of the Apocalypse may be better than in the past.

The sword from the Canglan River, the cloud from the Wushen Peak, the sword from the Great Snow Mountain, and the flower from the Great Compassion Temple...... The era of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse has just begun!

From the mouth of the old mountain lord, people have become accustomed to putting Liu Chen, Wu Tong, Chen Sheng, and Kuchan together, which is called the guardian knight of Great Xia in the end of the law era......

Under the warm light, Liu Chen looked at Liu Qing and smiled, Liu Qing also looked at him, in the dark, the resonance inherited in the blood, in front of this not long or short Wolong Slope, softened all the ...... Fleeting time.

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As if laughing for more than an era, Liu Chen turned around, and under the gaze of General Xuanwei, who was lifelike on the old wall, he slowly walked away, stepping on the first-level bricks covered with moss, Liu Chen raised his head and smiled at the old man sitting in front of the old palace.

The old man was in good spirits, and there was even a touch of ruddy on his face, as early as Liu Chen stopped before Liu Qing's portrait, he had already seen everything clearly, and after waiting for a long time, he waited until Liu Chen came to him, and the wind from nowhere blew the whiteness of the old man's temples and confused his eyes, but it did not dissipate his smile.

"Mr. Shouyi!"

Liu Chen gave up his hand, and made a respectful salute in an orderly manner, in the face of the old courtyard judgment of the academy, King Canglan gave him the most sincere greetings, in those years when there was no old mountain master, the old courtyard supported this mountain, this lake, and this city alone!

No one knows, what kind of realm this seemingly old man has reached, the last time his old man made a move, he faced the sword master of the Sword Pavilion Liu Jingfeng, after a hundred moves, the two of them did not win or lose, however, when Liu Jingfeng stepped on the street of Chang'an again, he did not draw his sword in front of this old man again......

The Holy Venerable once said, "Wen Shouren, open a thousand generations of peace!Wu Shouyi, expand thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!" Therefore, Tianji Pavilion has it, and it is conformist and conformist.

These two civil and military heroes of Bauhinia Mountain seem to have been alive under the light of the old mountain lord, but just when the old mountain lord is smiling and proud of Kyushu, the two old men who abide by the way of benevolence and righteousness can also exude their own afterglow...... In this way, this is enough to prove that they are not simple.

"Decay...... I've seen the king...... The king is immortal!"

Mr. Shouyi slowly straightened up from the stone steps, and bowed his hand slightly, his face like a chrysanthemum blooming in autumn.

"Mr. Shouyi knows that in this world, nothing can be immortal!"

Liu Chen bowed again, this time, he did the junior ceremony.

"The old man lived for a hundred years, although he never saw the demeanor of the two gods of sword and martial arts, but it can be regarded as the era that belonged to the sword saint...... Today I can finally meet the king...... In general, as the colleagues in the mountains said, the king and the sword master are indeed different...... Huh!"

"Mr. said with a smile, the people who live in this world are not the same, compared to the grandfather, the student is indeed much weaker in demeanor......"

"Hehehe!" Mr. Shouyi's smile was even worse, and even his eyes that looked at Liu Chen became more and more kind, "The king said that he laughed, the Sword Saint has the excitement of the Sword Saint, and you will also have your own wonderful...... Don't be presumptuous...... Huh!"

"Sir, praise falsely!"

"No, no...... Hehe...... King, please...... The fourth uncle has been waiting inside for a long time!"

After speaking, Mr. Shouyi got out of the way, the door of the Bauhinia Mountain Temple was already open, and there was no chance for Liu Chen to continue to ask questions, the old gentleman smiled and smiled, and disappeared into this empty and old mountain col.

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Frowning and groaning for a moment, Liu Chen raised his foot and crossed the threshold of the sect temple, lightened his steps, his face was pious, and he slowly walked towards the inner hall.

The fourth uncle in Mr. Shouyi's mouth should be the old mountain master, but he made an edict to come to the temple to repent, what did the old mountain master do......?

As for the edict of sin, it was the first time of King Canglan, but in history, there have been many emperors, for some reason, who had to issue the edict of sin, came to the temple according to the rites, went on a hunger strike for ten days, and asked the sages of the past dynasties for guilt...... But I haven't heard of anyone who has someone to accompany when they repent!

When the door of the ancestral hall was tightly closed behind Liu Chen, Yu Guang looked around, but Liu Chen failed to find the trace of the old mountain master, and without thinking too much, he walked to the hall dedicated to the sage, in all directions, kneeling three times and knocking nine times, and then kneeling in front of the tablet of the Holy Venerable Chen Qiu.

Si people have been dead for many years, but the atmosphere in the lobby is a little depressing, and on the names that represent countless glories, some of the coercion is quietly diffused, and when it looks very quiet, there are countless poignant or tragic stories that complement each other here......

"The Holy Venerable of the human race, a native of Lu in the last years of antiquity, enlightened at the age of five, the head of a hundred schools of Xi's sons, led the world's articles as a teacher, and went to Beijing with relatives and friends in the township at the age of sixteen to catch the exam, and unfortunately fell into Sun Mountain...... After sinking for half a year, with the support of his fellow villagers, he began to study in the Eastern Continent countries, every time he is in a foreign land, he will have new insights, however, Zhumen wine and meat stink, the road has the scene of frozen bones, he is even more vivid, that year, the most cherished old friend of the Holy Venerable was relegated back to his hometown after the bitter advice to the king to no avail, and the Canglan River rushed to the east, but also took away the warmest memories of the Holy Venerable...... On that day, Saint Venerable Chen Qiu put down the scroll and picked up the sealed mang......"

When no one was around, Liu Chen could finally raise his head seriously and go to see the brief history on the tablet of the Holy Venerable, hehe, the Holy Venerable who once thought that reading could save people, but in the end he had to pick up the sword, but when he saved the common people, he began to vigorously support Wenzong...... The combination of civil and military forces will lead to the country's glory for 10,000 years!(To be continued.) )