At noon, a group of five horsemen galloped out of the city and headed north.

The five of them are not very old, and at most they are only in their age, and compared with the high-rollers and rangers of the four directions, they have more of a battlefield atmosphere of disregard for life and death.

For the first ride, it is Song Mengxiong, the general of Xiliang Bianguan, whose father Song Fengfan was the founder of the crane light horse, and the other four, except for the soil bun Yu Benzhen, the three of them are all young and handsome people who were born in the court of the general, but the family threshold is not as high as that of the Song Mengxiong family.

There are no impermeable walls under the sky.

What's more, it is Liangzhou City, where rough embryos are piled up, and those veteran generals and old military leaders are obviously even more unable to control the wind.

Soon, the shocking news of the assassination of the royal dignitaries by Song Fengfan's henchmen spread all over the high-level circles of Liangzhou City, and the rumors intensified, and there were exaggerated signs of infiltration into the bottom of Liangzhou, and it might become a public case.

It is said that the young boy who was assassinated by a sneak attack, his identity is Xuanhe, and he is the eldest grandson of the old head of the Chen family in Runan, when he was studying in the Beijing Academy, he fell in love with the county lord of Anyang at first sight, as for whether the two had a private lifelong agreement, it is difficult to say.

It is also said that the assassin is the most top-notch dead soldier of the Great Sui, and it was originally used to assassinate the King of Liang, and when the time comes, tens of thousands of border troops in Xiliang will fall into a situation where the dragons are leaderless, and the border army of the Great Sui will take advantage of the weakness.

Of course, some people inevitably fell into the ground, saying that Song Fengfan, the old thief, had actually taken refuge in the Great Sui Imperial Court a long time ago, and when he saw that Xiliang was about to marry the Chen family, he didn't care about it, so he had to try to see the dagger.

In short, the Song family in Liangzhou was crumbling overnight, and the head of the family, Song Fengfan, closed the door to thank the guests.

The city is full of wind and rain.

When the second son Song Mengxiong swaggered out of the mansion, returned to the family safely, and then accompanied his father out of the city to worship the ancestral tomb, the overwhelming rumors quickly disappeared.

Although Song Lao'er struggled to climb out of the quagmire, people with a discerning eye knew that in Liangzhou City, where veterans were everywhere, the Song family's vitality was greatly damaged.

After this turmoil, Song Menglin returned to the border in the north, and was silent along the way, compared to the high-spirited return to his hometown in the south, there is a world of difference.

Yu Benzhen had no heart or lungs, hanging on the tail of the cavalry, holding the reins with both hands at all, holding the back of his head, leaning back, and being at ease as the horse's back was bumpy.

A young harrier whose family roots were also in the state city clamped the horse's belly, sped up the horse's pace, and walked side by side with Song Mengxiong, and asked with a smile: "Brother Song, what do cultivators do?"

Song Mengxiong came back to his senses, turned his head and glanced at the robe, and said with a smile: "Tang Yu, in our own harrier, isn't Wei Qingzhou a monk?

The harrier named Tang Yu pouted and said: "The surname Wei has his nostrils facing the sky all year round, even when he sees Brother Song, you are also holding a fight, I don't like to deal with this kind of person." Besides, there have been so many encounters outside the gates, large and small, there have been more than 20 times, and I haven't seen how he made a move, I don't deny that he does have a hand in healing and healing, but why didn't he just go to Lang Zhong who hung a pot to help the world? I really don't know what the meaning of him carrying a broken wooden sword on his back every day!"

Song Mengxiong hesitated, but in the end he did not leak the military plane.

According to the military discipline of the Suzaku border, each battalion with a trade name can be equipped with two cultivators, and under normal circumstances, they are supplied by the imperial court, and most of them are decent to attack and defend. If anyone can support the monks on their own, the court will not investigate them, and the military exploits they have made can also be rewarded by the military department, but the materials required for the monk's daily practice will not be spent by the household department.

Those who practice are the most important weapons of the country!

This is the consensus of all dynasties and separatist forces in all parts of the country.

Naturally, the imperial court wanted monks to join the army in large numbers to serve the country and open up territory for the king. There is no emperor who is eloquent and strategic, and he does not want to gather millions of monks under his command, and then swallow thousands of miles like a tiger and dominate the five lakes and seas of Jiuzhou.

But this can only be an idiot's dream, and the monks who are truly successful in cultivation are often arrogant and arrogant, just imagine that ordinary masters, Jiazi is declining, and they are like ants. Is it worthy of driving my monks, and making me unhappy?

The second battlefield is in the eyes of the Wangqi scholars, since ancient times, it is the place of life and death, and it is the place where the yin qi is the heaviest, and those tragic ancient battlefields in history, especially the Shura field that often kills tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of soldiers, not to mention the Wangqi warriors who are proficient in the observation of the image, that is, the monks who have just started, will feel creepy when they are in the ruins, so in many battlefield sites, there will inevitably be Confucian saints, At the very least, the gentleman deliberately set up an inscription in the marginal area and wrote a compassionate and compassionate ancient battlefield text to prevent the yin qi from leaking out, otherwise the harm will be like a flood bursting the embankment. For example, the Bashui Battlefield, the head of the top ten ancient battlefields in Nanzhan Province, is surrounded by a huge battlefield, and there are no less than 100 ancient monuments, not to mention that there are countless Taoist monks and Taoist real people, who have gone to this place to surpass the soul, and now there is a customary rule, within the jurisdiction of each country, if there is an ancient battlefield, the Taoist immortals who have been named the real people of the country must go to the ruins to pay tribute to the heroic soul and pray for the country.

In the final analysis, a cultivator is a person who has the potential to attain immortality, and he is more afraid of death. It happens that on the battlefield, it is the easiest to die. What is the use of the monks even if they get their hands on the high-ranking officials that the soldiers desire? If we talk about the special "military salaries" issued by the imperial court, once the monks are recruited by the wealthy families, there will be no shortage of them.

So some monks joked that monks became vassals of the court or wealthy families, and they were also lackeys, once they joined the army, they needed to bite, and it was enough to take care of the family and the courtyard, and it was enough to bark lazily.

At this time, on the post road, five horses did not stop.

Yu Benzhen looked back at Nanwang alone, squinting and smiling.

This handsome young man, when the corners of his mouth were upturned and his eyebrows were slightly lowered, he looked like a fox.

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The north city tower of Liangzhou City is majestic, and compared with the south city gate leading to Shanghu, the north city gate facing the border pass is obviously more serious.

The north city building is three floors high, the corridor is circumferential, under the eaves of the top floor, the four sides of each hanging plaque, the east is the big character of the Taishi Pang Bing's handwriting, "the sunrise in the East China Sea", it is said that it is the meeting gift of the county lord Zhu Zhenying as a disciple in that year.

The other three plaques are the four-character "Louguan Canghai" in the south, the cursive "Feixia Liuyun" in the west, and the "Xiongzhen North" in the north.

Standing side by side by the fence and looking to the north, the two men were the personal servants of the vassal king Zhu Hongying and the surname He.

The plaque above the heads of the two, "Xiongzhen North", the orthodox list font, for some reason, the word Dou Da, written like an essay after waking up from a nap, without the slightest tension, but graceful and soothing, like a rich and noble son.

Strangely, at the corner of the verandah, stood a monk with a blank expression, dressed in a gray cotton robe.

The monk is not the age of the crown, and a string of ordinary wooden Buddhist beads is hung on his chest, and the young monk's face is withered, which is far from being a solemn treasure.

Neither side said hello, and it was like a stranger.

Starting from Liangzhou City, wandering to the north, and the trajectory of this north-south post road, there is a slight deviation, there are three Buddhist resorts in succession, among which the Yunhai Grottoes are the most famous, repeatedly suffered from the fire, all the wooden buildings are burned to ashes, and again repaired intact, re-glowing.

Before the grottoes, there were ten large temples with a long history, and the mountain gate was magnificent.

This is thanks to the northwest area of Suzaku, where Buddhism is prevalent, and the gentry and magnates will build stupas, shrines, and caves dedicated to the Buddha's spiritual bones or the relics of the monks. Ordinary people from well-to-do families, limited by financial resources, will also support the Bodhisattva from house to house, and try their best to build Buddha statues. Legend has it that the Yunhai Grottoes excavated the Giant Buddha of the 81st Cave in that year, and the fuel was ten thousand pots in one night, the light was hundreds of miles, and the scene was seen from afar, and the night was in a trance like the sun in the sky.

Nowadays, on the fifteenth day of the new year, believers who burn incense and pray are like ants gathering.

Zhu Hongying retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "Sometimes, I really envy those cultivators who ignore the world, buy songs and laugh with gold and whiteness, and get drunk and light princes. ”

Mr. He, who had almost become a great master of the end, shook his head and said: "The monk's understanding of the preciousness of time is far more profound than that of ordinary people. ”

Then the man who had been incognito for more than ten years laughed at himself: "It's just because of the injury of the Yuan Shen, which makes the soul mutilated, causing the body to decay, and the martial arts are blocked, so I will have nothing to do all year round, otherwise just to temper the body, I need to stop day and night." On the way of cultivation, the most taboo is to lose the enterprising spirit, and you must not take a step back. ”

Once the monk opens his mind and enters the realm of Danying, then the sea of qi conceived by himself in his body will involuntarily begin to communicate with heaven and earth, and connect with each other inside and outside, so as to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and steal it for himself, but you must know that between heaven and earth, the true yuan aura is extremely rare, but the turbid qi is endless, and it is surging from all directions. Before cultivating the Taoist Pure Body, the Glass Body of Buddhism, or the Treasure Bottle Body, once you give up cultivation, it is equivalent to opening the door widely, allowing turbidity to invade, pollute the meridians, rot the acupoints, and collapse the path.

On the other hand, the monks under the realm of Danying can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, precisely because they cannot resonate with heaven and earth, they themselves are like retreating and closing the country, blocking and backwardness, but they also smell each other, make fun in suffering, and then wait for their bodies to completely decay and dry up the sea of qi, so a long life of 100 years is the extreme.

Zhu Hongying sighed: "It's a pity that this king can't find the "Return to Puji" of Changchun Thatched Cottage, otherwise Mr. is expected to recover the physique of the Yuan Shen and regain the peak of martial arts." ”

The man was silent.

Zhu Hongying turned his head to look at the plaque, and sighed for no reason, "The four sides of the world have their own merits." ”

"Amitabha. ”

A hoarse chant sounded softly.

Zhu Hongying withdrew his gaze from the plaque above his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from, the gray-clothed monk stood ten steps away, his hands folded, and he had just raised his head.

The sideburns of the vassal king fluttered slightly in reverse.

Mr. He, who shot and stopped in an instant, stood in place, his face gloomy.

The martial arts master was not weak, and one punch was enough to blow up a hole the size of a dustpan in the city wall, and it was obvious that this Mr. He was treating the monk as an assassin.

But the young monk's qi is always as calm as a mirror, and the muscles of his whole body under the robe have no signs of-for-tat, so Mr. He's punch is simply a hit towards a motionless log, once hit, it is enough to split the young monk's body in an instant.

Mr. He's martial arts cultivation, even if he falls below most of the realm, he can still send and receive freely in a millimeter, so this punch just stopped in front of the monk's eyes and was quickly withdrawn.

With the mortal eyes of the young monk, ten out of ten don't even know whether Mr. He made a move.

The king of the Northwest Domain, who was behind his hands, smiled and asked, "This master, is there something wrong?"

The cotton-clothed monk recited Amitabha Buddha with one hand, twisted the Buddha beads with the other hand, and said slowly: "The poor monk came from the West, followed the Hue Yuan, temporarily lived in the medicine collection temple in the city, and saw the ...... of the City God's Pavilion."

Zhu Hongying frowned, and his already perfunctory smile faded a little, but he still patiently explained: "The master doesn't know, all over the territory of my Vermilion Bird, but all the places of incense sacrifice recognized by the government are all under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, and the Liangzhou City God Pavilion is also among them. Even if the king is a vassal king, he has no right to intervene, unless there is rebellion in those places, otherwise this king's interference in affairs is an act of trespassing, and he will be impeached by the officials. ”

The young monk was about to speak, when there was a thump in his chest, and the next moment, the monk fell like a kite with a broken string and fell out of the tower.

Zhu Hongying sighed, "Mr. killed by mistake." ”

Mr. He said in a rigid tone: "It's better than the prince accidentally dying in vain." ”

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The old master Gao Linlian, with the young prince Zhu Zhenye, the master and apprentice, traveled together, and needed to walk six hundred miles to the southeast, trekking through mountains and rivers, and finally stopped at the Chunshan Academy in Xiazhou, although the Chunfeng Academy was not among the seventy-two in the Jisui School Palace, it was also one of the four major academies of the Suzaku Dynasty.

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Chen Qingniu's carriage, passing through the Yunhai Grottoes halfway, but where did Chen Qingniu dare to travel to the grottoes, the eight heavenly dragons in his body are the treasures of the first Zen temple of Buddhism, in case of any trouble, Chen Qingniu, who finally saved some money in Liangzhou City, is very likely to lose money to his grandmother's house, isn't it suddenly rich and suddenly destitute.

After the Yunhai Grottoes, it is not far from the Tiebei Pass, there is Xie Shiji to drive, and he is not afraid to rush at night, as for the night stay in the wilderness, for the monks, it is not a hard matter at all, so there is no need to deliberately calculate the interval between the post stations to arrange the itinerary.

This night, the moon and stars are scarce, Xie Shiji lit a bonfire, and a hare was roasting, golden and the fire was just right.

Chen Qingniu was closing his eyes and practicing the Wei Zi Tuna Technique, his mind moved slightly, and then he heard a buzzing sound, like mosquitoes and flies flapping their wings in his ears, which became more and more obvious.

Chen Qingniu opened his eyes and pinched the sword technique according to the secret method of the sect taught by Grandma Lu of Lotus Peak.

A flying sword no longer than a foot long hovered in front of him, like a child's joy, trembling with joy.

Chen Qingniu grinned and was also very happy.

Only Qingfeng in the world lives up to others.

The flying sword broke through the air, specially located in the windless realm above the sky, the wind was extremely weak, the flying sword came and went, the sword body and true qi were consumed very little, and the ordinary swordsmith cultivation could also support the flying sword to sweep five thousand miles to thousands of miles away, if the sword was calculated in tens of thousands of miles. Among them, the unique secret messenger flying sword is set up with a special scabbard. Therefore, there is a moving saying that "the milk swallow returns to the nest and the sword returns to the sheath".

Almost every immortal mansion that is qualified to be named after the word sect will have a sword frame, and the size of the sword frame is related to the scale of the sect. For example, the sword frame of the Mountain and Sea Sword Sect is rumored to be as majestic as a mountain, hanging flying swords, dense, constantly shuttling, as many as bees and ants.

Flying Sword Letters, the letters are not physical objects, but a page of brilliant special "letter paper", with Chen Qingniu and "see the word", only to see a green and shining spiritual character in the air.

The content is not much, just more than 200 words.

Grandma Lu's words were almost harshly reprimanded, and Chen Qingniu could fully imagine that the old woman was furious when she wrote the letter, and if she was in front of her, she might be hit with a cane.

The letter reprimanded him for advocating without authorization, allowing Huang Donglai to do mischief, but he did not completely betray Lotus Peak, and also let the Lotus slave Wang Jiao go, and also threatened him Chen Qingniu If the dust settles and the two future pillars of Lotus Peak do not go up the mountain together, then he does not have to return to Qing'e Mountain, and has been removed from Lotus Peak since then. Of course, in the end, maybe the old woman was also in a slightly calmer mood, leaving room for maneuver, as long as she brought back one of them to return to the sect, as the person in charge of the precepts and rules of Lotus Peak, she would not be responsible for the past, as for the future matters, she could discuss in detail on the mountain next time.

Chen Qingniu snapped his fingers, and the characters were scattered.

Chen Qingniu didn't mean to reply to the letter, and after a while, the flying sword swished and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Qingniu also carried two messenger flying swords, in fact, one was enough to go back and forth many times, but Chen Qingniu was not at ease, so he brought one more, and both of them were left in Xie Shiji's bag.

Chen Qingniu asked, "Can you see the problem with the few items that Princess Cui asked someone to send later?"

Xie Shiji shook his head and said, "I can't see it." ”

Chen Qingniu smiled, "I can't see the fame either, but it's definitely all good." But the little white Jiao, with a good conscience, also knew that he went to Shanghu Lake and searched for three days and three nights at the bottom of the lake before he found the gadgets scattered all over the place. With it, my trip to the battlefield will be much safer. Even if it's a little unexpected, it's not like it's helpless. ”

Xie Shiji also grinned.

When he's happy, she's happy.

Seeing her smiling happily, Chen Qingniu also smiled happily.

Around the bonfire, a man and a woman, two people, silly and happy.