The huge Liangzhou city has no night ban and the door is wide open, which is not only the reason why Liangdi has always valued business and light courtesy, but also shows the demeanor of the famous general of the vassal king Zhu Hongying.

The territory of Liangzhou is long and narrow, with a long border, bordering the Great Sui and the Later Song Dynasty, and nine border military towns, lined up in turn, echoing each other, in one go.

Now the Suzaku Dynasty is thriving, His Majesty the Emperor is majestic and strategic, chasing the founding ancestors, is in the prime of life, and the heirs are worry-free, and the good ministers and fierce generals gather together, so the three major evils of foreign relatives interfering in politics, separating feudal towns and eunuchs arbitrarily power, have long been extinct.

In the later Song Dynasty, the government and the opposition tried their best to promote Buddhism and have always had no quarrel with the world. On the other hand, the vast territory of the Great Sui is not inferior to the Vermilion Bird, but the tiger and wolf are in the midst of internal and external troubles, the temple civil officials are in the midst of internal and external troubles, the temple civil officials are in the party struggle, ten years in the east of the river and ten years in the west of the river, you sing and I appear, there is no intention to do anything, the official style is lost, the lowly is like the watchdog echo insect of the central minister, and there are very few people with straight waists on the road of the national dialect. The military generals have more than 40 large and small feudal towns, which are deeply rooted and have formed a pattern of foreign strength and middle cadres, so that it is almost difficult for the imperial court to leave Gyeonggi. There are more ridiculous mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law fighting for power, the queen mother and the queen, one side to win over the civil officials in the capital, the other side to encircle the eunuchs in the palace, open guns and hidden arrows, the temple is full of gunsmoke, greatly hurting the fundamental vitality of a country, so that when there are derogatory civil officials out of Beijing, ridicule "the southern dog is better than the northerners", which means that a dog in the south of the Suzaku Dynasty lives more nourishing than the people of our northern Great Sui.

Fortunately, when the Great Sui Kingdom was about to be broken, someone was born, amazingly talented, and used soldiers like gods. This man turned the tide, ran around, and supported a collapsed edifice on a single tree. It's just that all kinds of fragrant scandals have spread, some say that this person and the Empress Dowager of the Great Sui were childhood sweethearts, and that in fact, before the queen married into the family of the Son of Heaven, she had already made a private agreement with him for life. As for these rumors, it is difficult to say whether they are made out of nothing in the history of the barnyard officials of the Great Sui Dynasty, or whether they are slandered by the literati of the two countries after the Vermilion Bird and the Song Dynasty.

Legend has it that in the early years of the Great Sui, the extremely mediocre and confused emperor, once grabbed the arm of an auxiliary loyal minister, wept bitterly and asked a widely circulated question, "There is Zhimingjun in the history books, and on the side of the couch, no one is allowed to sleep soundly." But the snoring on the side of the couch is like thunder, how can it be good?" And the courtier, who was disheartened and about to resign from Beijing, faced His Majesty the Emperor who was angry and did not dispute his misfortune, Wenchen's answer was even more famous in the world, "Your Majesty can cover your ears."

How ridiculous?

The Sui Dynasty's big fat meat is naturally not only coveted by the Emperor of the Zhu family. Many forces, undercurrents surging. Chen Qingniu even suspected that the current chaos in the Great Sui, even if Guanyin Seat was not the culprit, it must have contributed to the trouble.

Chen Qingniu chose to settle in Liangzhou, not only because of the wealth and nobility, such as the night trip in brocade, but also because the soldiers and horses of Liangzhou are very likely to go north to knock on the pass, and the combat power of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry has always been the best among the neighboring three countries.

Chen Qingniu's steps are not in a hurry or slow, he is very regular, he does not stop, and he is diligent and diligent.

The reason why people do not have serious illnesses and cannot escape the fate of old age and death lies in the fact that people's torsos and vitality are being worn out all the time. Therefore, to practice qi, monks must not only cultivate the foundation and solid yuan, such as the high walls of the separatist forces in the feudal towns and accumulate grain, but also be able to open the source, that is, continuously draw spiritual energy from between heaven and earth, so that they can have the opportunity to attain immortality.

When Chen Qingniu was about to enter the city, he sighed for no reason: "If you have the opportunity, you must see the demeanor of the Great Sui Military God with your own eyes." ”

"By the way, who is this military master with high merit and shocking master, who is he involved in?

"Shameless!"

The bored young monk was talking to himself.

The maid beside him followed him without saying a word.

The two walked quietly in the moonlight.

When they walked through the brightly lit city gate, Chen Qingniu and Xie Shiji continued the road they took, which was unreasonable, although they entered the city from the south gate, they did not go straight forward along the central axis street, but turned into the crescent moon well side street on the right hand, and then walked north on the fork, passing through Gantian Lane, Sprinkle the golden bridge and the old Huai Lane, this north-south longitudinal line street, relatively narrow, paved by yellow mud, so every rain and snow season, muddy, cars and horses are difficult to travel, the most important thing is that it is rumored that the old Huai Lane area, the night patrol husband can often see the wandering soul when he is a child, or the white clothes have no feet, floating in the air, arbitrarily through the wall and over the wall, chanting words, or there is a woman wearing a red dowry, bleeding from the seven orifices, standing behind an old locust tree, half covering its face, charming and smiling.

Xie Shiji, who was carrying her bags, sped up her pace and walked side by side with Chen Qingniu, on the boat of Shanghulou, she did not hesitate to use the Zhushen spear engraved with the word "Jiaojin", but this time she did not have the idea of mobilizing the people. Chen Qingniu raised his eyes and looked at the street, except for the street, a man with a saber was blocking the way in the open, and on the eaves on both sides, there were shadows and shadows, sneaky, like a group of ghostly spirits that could not see the light.

Chen Qingniu said softly: "Don't be in a hurry to make a move." ”

Xie Shiji nodded.

The two of them continued to walk, the monk's ears were far sharper than ordinary people, and as for those who had attained enlightenment, they could even hear the sound of a tree spitting out buds and growing branches.

When the sound on the roof became clearer and clearer, Chen Qingniu pursed his lips, in the end, he was just an assassin in the world, the so-called master of the rivers and lakes martial arts master, as long as he did not completely break the barrier between heaven and man, then in front of the qi practitioner who entered the hall, it was not worth mentioning.

The saber killer walked forward slowly, his momentum steadily climbing, and his eyes were resolute. Chen Qingniu looks at his appearance, he is by no means a murderous person, but there is a bit of righteousness lingering, and the person who practices is often called a practitioner, although people can not look good, but the qi is the manifestation of people's nature, which can far reflect a person's heart more than physiognomy.

The swordsman cultivation is roughly located on the edge of the god, and there is still a layer of window paper that cannot be pierced, but it is a pity that one step away is often the difference between cloud and mud.

Chen Qingniu slowed down, but never stopped, straight forward, and said with a smile: "You are really bold enough, dare to intercept and kill the royal guests on the main street, I am afraid that your master will not be able to wipe his buttocks, so I helped you choose a deserted street, the shops on both sides are uninhabited, and we will not be tight." ”

As soon as these words came out, the swordsman, whose momentum was almost at its peak, suddenly stagnated his breath, and there was a near-fatal flaw.

The battle of martial arts masters, the line of life and death, the judgment is made.

But Chen Qingniu turned a blind eye to this and let the great opportunity slip away from him.

The more this was the case, the more jealous the middle-aged swordsman became, and the arm holding the handle of the knife instantly tightened his muscles, and his true qi filled his sleeves, bulging and expanding, as thick as his thighs.

The corners of Xie Shiji's mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Chen Qingniu didn't care at all, and asked curiously: "As long as you are not blind or deaf, you should know that I am a guest of King Liang's big opening door to enter the mansion, who gave you the courage to intercept and kill me? Zhu Hongying? He wouldn't be so full and supportive, take off his pants and fart." Are you a spy lurking here in the capital?"

The swordsman was expressionless, and he didn't dare to kill Chen Qingniu head-on, but moved a few steps sideways, waiting for an opportunity to find the flaws of this immortal master.

Martial arts masters and cultivators have a lot of fights.

In the end, a qi practitioner is not a martial artist who focuses on tempering and polishing his physique, and it is also common sense to taboo hand-to-hand combat. It's just that if it is said that once the martial artist is close, the cultivator becomes vulnerable, it is an absurd illusion of false rumors, in fact, even if the monk is not wearing talisman armor, the body foundation is not bad, just imagine that the breath in the body of a qi practitioner has been circulating for decades, or even a hundred years, and it will definitely feed back and benefit the flesh after all, from the inside out, somewhat similar to the path of the martial arts inner fist master.

So when Chen Qingniu had no scruples and took the initiative to help the enemy shorten the distance, the latter would inevitably have some scalp numbness and hit a hard nail that pierced his hand!

"It is a matter of course to take people's money and eliminate disasters for others. ”

After Chen Qingniu said this, he waved his hand gently. Xie Shiji took a deep breath, trotted forward two steps with a half-intercepted divine spear in his hand, and then lightly stepped on the ground, and the burly figure disappeared in an instant.

As she vanished, a majestic murderous aura filled the streets.

The swordsman with the appearance of an ordinary man stopped, his eyes widened, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

Chen Qingniu crossed his arms around his chest and said with a smile: "It's just that you kill people for money, but you are slaughtered, your skills are not as good as others, and you don't have to feel wronged." As the old saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food, and I think it makes sense. What do you think of this hero?"

The knifeman's face was solemn, and the hand holding the knife became more and more tense.

The body is slightly low, and the waist pole is slightly down.

It is clearly a killing posture of tigers and leopards waiting for an opportunity.

For the middle-aged swordsman whose momentum fell on the absolute inferior, he obviously wanted to make a desperate gamble and fight for his life.

Chen Qingniu chuckled, "It's here!"

Before the words fell, the swordsman who was ready to attack quickly drew his sword, like a white rainbow blooming out of the scabbard, but before the imposing blade approached the person, the swordsman's body was like a lightning strike, and he was smashed upside down and flew out for several feet, rolled a few times, and struggled desperately, but he couldn't stand up, so he had to sit on the ground, cough violently, and vomit out a mouthful of blood.

The man was between the electric lights and flints of Fang Cai, but in fact, after being deceived by Chen Qingniu, he hit the chest with the hilt of the unsheathed sword like a bell, and then flew out.

The hand holding the knife trembled, and his eyes were full of doubt, shock, and fear.

Chen Qingniu said something heavenly, stretched out his finger, and pointed in the direction of the roof on the side of the street, "Your accomplice has been suppressed by my accomplice, so naturally he can't help you with magic." ”

The swordsman had indeed tied all his life to the companion who was lurking in the shadows, so he hesitated for a moment, but still followed the finger of the hidden young monk, and quickly turned his head to glance at it.

But it was in this short interval of "you point out the direction, I glanced", Chen Qingniu controlled the national sword with qi, and rubbed the inner chamber of the scabbard when it was unsheathed, just like a bird flapping its wings, with a bang, a ray of rainbow light went straight to the head of the bayonet.

The latter is also a bad old man, an embarrassed donkey rolling, which can dodge the sharp flying sword that pierces the head.

The sword of the country, which arcs like an arrow in the air, stabbed into the ground of the street at an angle, leaving most of the sword body.

The golden sword spike shook slightly.

The man was almost strung with sugar gourds, his back was cold, he really had palpitations, and while panting, he couldn't help but scold: "Obviously with such a profound spell, it is still so insidious and vicious!"

Chen Qingniu stretched out his fingers together, leaned back a little, and nailed into the ground when the national sword, then the tired bird returned to the nest and returned to the scabbard of the country.

This silent scene is extremely chic, showing the style of the fairy family.

The man was still angry, spat splashing, mixed with scarlet blood, "It's disgusting to die at the hands of a villain like you!"

Chen Qingniu sighed and said: "Big brother, I never thought that you were a moral killer, disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

The man ignored Chen Qingniu's ridicule, tilted his neck, raised a finger and pointed at it, and sneered: "Come on, come on, the turtle son has the ability to cut a sword here! Grandpa, I only need to blink my eyes, and I will have your surname!"

Chen Qingniu sighed, "Okay, the soft bag armor you are wearing, the Mo family mechanism you are hiding, you can't open it in a hurry just now." It's just that even if I stand within a foot of you and let you do it, it won't hurt me in the slightest. ”

The swordsman was stunned.

At the same time that Chen Qingniu exposed the ability of the knife guest to press the bottom of the box, Xie Shiji grabbed the head of a young man with a big hand like an iron hook and carried him down the street from the eaves.

Even if the slender boy participated in the roadblock killing, for some reason he carried a heavy bag, making him look like a little turtle.

Xie Shiji let go of his fingers, and the young man ran to the side of the swordsman and squatted down, his face was pale, but his eyes were stubborn, and he stared at Chen Qingniu Xie Shiji who was standing side by side in the distance.

On the eaves, the juvenile's spells and means emerge in endlessly, from arranging traps, attacking aggressively to turning into defense, more than a dozen kinds of tricks and magical powers, each of which has its own merits, and some are dazzling, but it is a pity that he met Xie Shiji, who has a force to drop ten times, and besides, the young man's wrists are really not on the table, after all, the power is too small.

This is the fatal wound of all wild cultivators in the world.

If you can't pass on the secret of the orthodox mental method, in the end, you will cultivate a pseudo-immortality. Let you build a building and become empty in an instant.

Chen Qingniu smiled and said, "I'll give you a choice now." ”

"Of the two, I will let one go and the other will stay. But the premise is that the choices you make must be in line with my intentions. For example, if I want A to go, then as long as one of you A and B does not make the same choice as me, A still can't go. ”

"Of course, if one of you chooses to let the other party go, of course you will die, but you just give the other person a 'glimmer of life'. After all, what if I meant to want 'you' to go?"

"I count to three, and all you need to do is say the words 'I live' or 'I die.'" ”

At this point, the swordsman finally shouted, "Wait, if you want both of us to die tonight......

Chen Qingniu said seriously: "Do you need to be so troublesome if I kill you?"

Chen Qingniu smiled: "Then I'll start?"

Three.

Two.

One!

After Chen Qingniu sounded three times.

"I'm dead!"

"I live!"

Chen Qingniu smiled silently, was silent for a moment, and said to the swordsman: "You are lucky, you can go." ”

The swordsman was overjoyed, but he still stood up cautiously, not daring to turn his back on the master and servant, but walked away quickly, and finally rose from the ground and jumped onto the eaves of the street, his body disappearing into the night.

On the streets, there is silence.

The boy was a little sad, but he didn't have too much despair and fear for the upcoming life and death verdict.

It turned out that the young man said the word "I die" generously and righteously, and offered the only remaining glimmer of life with both hands. In the minds of children, the swordsman who has always been arrogant and dry and is regarded by teenagers as his own parents, said the word "I live" and secretly lived.

The boy lowered his head, wiped his tears, and then simply sat cross-legged, raised his head high, leaned on his big bag, and waited to die.

If anyone can use a flying sword technique, then on the rivers and lakes, it is the so-called land sword immortal.

And the young land sword immortal seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.

A few streets away, at the foot of the wall of a dark alley, there was a swordsman who was paralyzed on the ground, covered in blood.

The sword qi that this person was planted in a certain point in his body suddenly exploded, from the inside out, very fast, so the meridians were broken and the points were destroyed, how could he survive?

He muttered, "Liar, you said you would let me go......"

Finally, he closed his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, laughed at himself a little, leaned back against the wall, and said vaguely: "It turns out that 'let me go', but not 'let me live'...... Cultivators are lawless madmen and bastards with a broken conscience......"

It's hard to introspect.

The agency was too clever to calculate, and it cost him his life.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, the way of heaven is ruthless, don't count the heart of heaven with people's hearts.

Over there.

Chen Qingniu slowly took a few steps forward and bent down to look down at the child.

Wide-eyed staring.

Chen Qingniu knew with his ass that tonight's lame interception must be the handiwork of Zhu Zhenhe in the vassal king's mansion, and there was a small family spirit inside and out.

Well, this is like me, belonging to the same people.

It's just that he is the son of a vassal king, and he can't even be a loser, and he doesn't understand the least judgment of the situation, no wonder he hasn't been able to win Zhu Zhenying until now.

Chen Qingniu said coldly: "That swordsman was actually planted with a wisp of sword qi in his body by me, and he should have blown up his internal organs at this time. ”

The boy was stunned.

Chen Qingniu narrowed his eyes, smiled calmly, and his face was kind.

It's like an old fox who has cultivated to perfection, staring at the little fox who is shallow.

Xie Shiji stood beside the young monk, her gaze narrowed.

Her boots seemed to touch the shadow.

It's like holding hands.

The young man finally couldn't bear the agitation in his eyes, and snorted coldly, "If you want to kill or chop, listen to you!" Eighteen years later, Lao Tzu is a good man again!"

Xie Shiji glanced at him expressionlessly.

The young man who was still competing with Chen Qingniu suddenly lost his arrogance.

Before she went to the roof to kill people, the tragic bloody scene brought a huge psychological shadow to the young man, every time the burly woman shot, it was like a hammer smashing fiercely on the watermelon, bang, and it was shattered when touched!

Chen Qingniu said something that made the young man completely dumbfounded.

"Are you interested in being my apprentice?"

Chen Qingniu said again: "I have only one requirement for accepting apprentices, that is, the apprentices must ensure that in the near future, they must find a master who is like a flower and jade!"

The boy blinked.

Chen Qingniu seemed to be amused by himself, and laughed: "The first sentence is true, and the second sentence is a joke." ”

So the boy said something from the bottom of his heart, almost blurting it out, and the boy himself couldn't stop it at all: "Did you kick the donkey in the brain?"