The five riders left the city and galloped northward at noon.

All five are not old and are at their thirties. Compared with the heroes and the golfers in the world, there is an atmosphere of indifference to life and death.

The leader was Song Mengxiong, the hero of Xiliang border. His father Song Fengfan was the founder of the Crane Control Light Cavalry. The other four, except for Yu Benzhen, were all young handsome men from the generals, but the threshold for the family was not as high as that of the Song Mengxiong family.

There is no airtight wall in the world.

What's more, in Liangzhou City, where thick embryos are piled up, those veterans are obviously even more unable to control the wind.

Soon, the shocking news about Song Fengfan's confidant assassinating a distinguished guest in the royal palace spread throughout the high-level circles of Liangzhou City. The rumors became more and more intense, and there were exaggerated signs of penetration into the bottom of Liangzhou. It might have become a story of the case.

Some say it was the young man who was sneak attacked and assassinated. He had a great identity and was 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 Princess Anyang at first sight. As for whether the two had made a private life for life, it is hard to say.

Some people also say that assassins are the most outstanding dead soldiers in the Sui Dynasty. They were originally used to assassinate the Liang King. At that time, tens of thousands of border troops in Xiliang will fall into a state of headless dragons, and the border troops of the Sui Dynasty will take advantage of the situation.

Of course, some people are inevitably involved in the insult, saying that Song Fengfan, an old thief, had actually defected to the Sui court. When he saw that Xiliang was about to marry the Chen family, he ignored it and had to find a dagger.

In short, the Song family in Liangzhou was shaking 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 walked out of the vassal residence, returned to the family safely, and accompanied his father to go out of the city to worship the ancestral tomb. The overwhelming rumors soon disappeared.

Although Old Song struggled to climb out of the mud, anyone with a discerning eye knew that the Song family's vitality was severely damaged in Liangzhou City where veterans planted everywhere.

After this storm, Song Menglin returned to the border north and was silent all the way. It was a world of difference compared to the enthusiasm of going south to return home.

Yu Benzhen was heartless and hung on the tail of the riding team. He didn't hold the reins at all with both hands. He held the back of his head and leaned back, and was free and easy as the horse's back bumped.

A young kite with a family foundation in the state city, clamped his horse's belly and accelerated his horse's slap forward. He ran alongside Song Mengxiong and asked with a smile: "Brother Song, what do people who practice practice do?"

Song Mengxiong came back to his senses, turned his head to glance at his robe, and smiled and said, "Tang Yu, among our own kites, isn't Wei Qingzhou a monk? Since you are curious, why don't you see you intimately get close to him on weekdays?"

The Harrier named Tang Yu curled his lips and said, "My surname is Wei, who is head-on and nostrils all year round. Even when he sees Brother Song, you are still polite. I don't like to deal with such people. Besides, there are so many encounters outside the pass, all of them are big and small, and they have not seen him take action. I don't deny that he has the ability to treat diseases and injuries, but why didn't he just become a doctor who can save the world? I really don't know what the meaning of him carrying a broken wood sword every day!"

Song Mengxiong hesitated for a moment, but in the end, the military aircraft did not leak.

According to the military law of the Zhuque border, each battalion with a name can be equipped with two people who practice. Generally, it is provided by the court, and it is mostly a regular attack and defense. If anyone in the battalion can provide for the monks on his own, the court will never pursue the matter. The military achievements made can still be commended by the Ministry of War. However, the Ministry of Revenue will not spend money on the supplies required for the monk's daily practice.

Those who practice cultivation are important tools for the country!

This is the consensus of all dynasties and separatist forces in the nine continents and all seas.

The court naturally hoped that monks could join the army in large numbers, serve the country, and expand territory for the king. There was no talented emperor who did not want millions of monks under his command to gather under his command, and then to swallow thousands of miles of wilderness and unify the nine continents, five lakes and all seas.

But this can only be a foolish dream. A monk who has achieved success in his cultivation often has a proud and arrogant heart. Just imagine that ordinary masters are in decline and like ants. They are worthy of driving our monks to make me unhappy?

Second, in the eyes of the warriors, it has been a place of life and death since ancient times, and it is a place of yin energy. In history, those ancient battlefields that are tragic, especially the Shura field where tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of soldiers are often killed. Not to mention the warriors who are proficient in observing images, even monks who have just started will feel creepy when they are in the ruins. Therefore, in many former battlefield sites, there will inevitably be Confucian saints, and at least gentlemen are specially erected to erect inscriptions and write an article of compassion for the world.

The ancient battlefield text is to prevent the leakage of yin energy, otherwise the harm will be like a flood breaking the dam. For example, the Bashui battlefield, the first of the ten ancient battlefields of the Nanzhan Continent, has more than a hundred ancient monuments erected around a large battlefield, not to mention that there are countless Taoist monks and Taoist sects who have been enlightened here to save the dead souls. Now there is a conventional rule that under the jurisdiction of various countries, if there is an ancient battlefield and Taoist gods who have been granted the title of the real person of the country, they must go to the ruins to commemorate the heroes and pray for the country.

In the final analysis, practitioners are those who are expected to achieve immortality and are even more afraid of death. Just on the battlefield, people are most likely to die. What is the use of high-ranking officials and generous salaries that soldiers desire? If the special "army pay" issued by the court, once monks are attracted by the noble family, there is no shortage of monks.

So some monks joked that monks became vassals of the court or wealthy families, and were also lackeys. Once they joined the army, they would need to bite people, and guard the house and bark lazily, just bark twice.

At this time, on the post road, five horses were riding non-stop.

Yu Benzhen looked back alone and looked south, squinting his eyes and smiling.

This beautiful young man looked like a fox when the corners of his mouth were raised and his eyebrows were slightly pulled.

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The northern city tower of Liangzhou City is majestic. It is obviously more solemn than the southern city gate leading to Shanghu Lake and the northern city gate facing the border.

The north city tower is three floors high, with corridors and circumferences. Under the eaves of the top floor, plaques are hung in all directions. In the east, there are large characters written by the Grand Master Pang Bing, "Sunrise in the East Sea", which is said to be the meeting ceremony for the princess Zhu Zhenying as his disciple.

The other three plaques are the four-character "Looking at the sea" with a self-smooth spirit in the south, the cursive script of "Flying Clouds and Flowing Clouds" in the west, and the "Xiongzhen North" in the north.

Two men stood side by side by side by side, looking north, where they were the vassal king Zhu Hongying and the close entourage surnamed He.

The plaque above the two people's heads, "Shenzhen North", is the orthodox font of the orthodox font. For some reason, the characters "Douda" are written like small regular script after waking up from a nap. There is no tension at all, but rather graceful and soothing, like a wealthy young man with a leisurely and charming appearance.

Strangely, at the corner of the outer corridor, there was a monk with a wooden look, wearing a gray cotton coat.

The monk was only as old as the crown. He hung a string of ordinary wooden Buddhist beads on his chest. The young monk's face was withered, and he was far from being solemn as the solemn appearance of treasure.

Neither of them said hello, and they were like strangers.

Starting from Liangzhou City, winding northward, it is slightly different from the trajectory of this north-south post road. There are three Buddhist resorts in succession, including Yunhai Grottoes, which are the most famous. They have been repeatedly burned to war, and all wooden buildings have been burned to ashes, and have been repaired again and again, shining again.

Before the grottoes, there were ten large historical temples built, with the mountain gate atmosphere, which was spectacular.

This is due to the northwest area of ​​Vermilion Bird, where Buddhism is prevalent, and gentry and great businessmen will build pagodas that worship Buddha's spiritual bones or relics of monks. Buddha silos and Buddha caves have become popular. Ordinary people with wealthy families will offer Bodhisattvas and strive to create Buddha statues due to their financial resources. According to legend, the 81st giant Buddha in the Yunhai Grotto was dug in the Yunhai Grottoes, which burned thousands of pots of oil overnight, shining hundreds of miles, and looking at the scene from afar, it was as if the sun was at its peak at night.

Now every day on the first and fifteenth day of the day, believers who burn incense and pray for prayers gather like ants.

Zhu Hongying withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "Sometimes, I really envy those who ignore the world. I buy songs and laughter with gold and white jade, and I am drunk for many months."

Mr. He, who had almost become a master of the end, shook his head and said, "The monks' understanding of the precious time is far more profound than that of ordinary people. If a flash of time passes, the monks will wish to pull their tails and sweep them down. If the dead are like this, they will try to flow backwards."

Then the man who had been incognito for more than ten years said to himself: "It was just because of the damage to the soul, which made my soul incomplete, resulting in the decay of my body and the obstruction of martial arts. This is why I do nothing all year round. Otherwise, just to temper my body, I need to stay up day and night. In the path of cultivation, it is most taboo to lose my enterprising spirit and never take a step back."

Once a monk opens his or her orifice and enters the realm of Danying, the sea of ​​qi that he nurturing in his body will involuntarily begin to communicate with the heaven and earth, and connect it inside and outside, so as to absorb the essence of heaven and earth for himself. However, you must know that between heaven and earth, the true essence and spiritual energy are extremely rare, but the turbid air is endless, and it is coming from all directions. Before you can cultivate the pure body of Taoism, the Buddhist glazed body or the treasure bottle body, once you give up your cultivation, it is equivalent to opening up the door, allowing the turbid air to invade, pollute the meridians, corrupt the acupoints, and then the Taoist practice is broken.

On the other hand, monks under the Danying realm are also considered a blessing in disguise. Because they cannot resonate with the world, they are like being in a state of being closed and blocked and behind, but they are also hearing about each other, making fun of suffering, and then waiting for their bodies to completely decay and the sea of ​​energy to dry up, so long life is the ultimate.

Zhu Hongying sighed: "It's a pity that I can't find the "Return to Pu Ji" in Changchun Caotang, otherwise the gentleman will be expected to recover his soul and reach the peak of martial arts again."

The man remained silent.

Zhu Hongying turned his head and looked at the plaque, and said for no reason, "The world and the world have their own merits."

"Amitabha."

A hoarse chanting sounded softly.

Zhu Hongying withdrew his gaze from the plaque above his head and looked in the direction where the sound came. The monk in gray stood ten steps away, folded his hands together and just raised his head.

The temples of the vassal kings float slightly oppositely.

Mr. He, who took action and stopped in an instant, stood there with a gloomy face.

Just now, the martial arts master's attack was not weak, and he handed it out with one punch, enough to blow a hole the size of a dustpan on the city wall. It was obvious that Mr. He treated the monk as an assassin.

However, the young monk's Qihai was always as smooth as a mirror, and the muscles under the cassock showed no signs of tit-for-tat. Therefore, Mr. He's punch was simply a slamming of a motionless wood. Once hit, it would be enough to dismember the young monk in an instant.

Mr. He's martial arts cultivation can still be easily sent and received in a small way even if it falls below most of the realm. Therefore, this punch just stopped in front of the monk and was quickly withdrawn.

With the young monk's mortal eyes and flesh fetus, he didn't even know whether Mr. He took action.

The Northwest Vatican king with his hands in his arms was kind and asked with a smile: "Is there anything wrong with this master?"

The monk in the cotton-padded clothes chanted Amitabha with one hand, and then pinched the beads with the other hand, slowly said: "I came from the West, followed the alms, and temporarily stayed in the medicinal temple in the city, and saw the City God Pavilion..."

Zhu Hongying frowned, and his already perfunctory smile became even lighter, but he still patiently explained: "The master doesn't know that all the places in my Zhuque territory, all the incense and sacrificial places recognized by the government, will be under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, and Liangzhou City God Pavilion is also included. Even as a vassal king, I have no right to inquire. Unless there are treasons in those places, I will interfere in affairs as an usurpation and will be impeached by the censors."

The young monk was about to speak, but a thud sounded in his chest. The next moment, the monk fell outside the city tower like a kite with a broken string.

Zhu Hongying sighed, "Sir, killed me by mistake."

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

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The old master Gao Linlian, with his young prince Zhu Zhenye and his master and apprentice, went on a study tour together. He needed to walk 600 miles southeast, traveled through mountains and rivers, and finally stopped at Chunshan Academy in Suizhou. Although Chunfeng Academy is not among the 72nd place in Jisui Academy, it is also one of the four major academies of the Suzaku Dynasty.

———

Chen Qingniu's carriage passed by Yunhai Grottoes, but Chen Qingniu dared not travel to the grottoes. The eight dragons in his body are originally the treasures of the temples of the Buddhist temple. If there is any trouble, Chen Qingniu, who finally saved up some wealth in Liangzhou City, is very likely to lose money to his grandma's house at a loss. Wouldn't he suddenly become rich and poor?

After passing Yunhai Grottoes, it is not far from Iron Monument Pass. If you have Xie Shiji driving, you are not afraid of traveling at night. As for staying in a wilderness at night, it is not a hard work for monks, so you don’t have to deliberately calculate the intervals of the station to arrange your itinerary.

That night, the moon was shining, and Xie Shiji lit a bonfire and was roasting a hare, golden and bright, just in time.

Chen Qingniu was closing his eyes and practicing Wei Liaozi's breathing technique. His mind moved slightly, and then he heard a buzzing sound, like a mosquito and flies flapping their wings in his ears, becoming more and more obvious.

Chen Qingniu opened his eyes and according to the secret technique of the sect taught by Grandma Lu of Lianhua Peak, he pinched the sword-collection technique.

A flying sword that was only more than a foot long hovered in front of him, like a child jumping, trembling happily.

Chen Qingniu grinned and was also very happy.

Only Qingfeng in the world can live up to others.

The flying sword breaks through the air, and is located in a windless realm that is located above the sky. The harsh wind is extremely weak, and the flying swords come and go, and the sword body and true energy are consumed very little. The cultivation of an ordinary swordsman can also support the flying sword to escape from five thousand miles to ten thousand miles. If the sword is counted in tens of thousands of miles. Among them, the unique secret flying swords are all equipped with special scabbards. Therefore, there is a moving saying that "the milk swallow returns to the nest and returns to the scabbard".

Almost every immortal residence qualified to be named after the word "sect" has a sword frame. The size of the sword frame is related to the scale and foundation of the sect. For example, the sword frame of Shanhai Sword Sect is rumored to be as majestic as a mountain, with flying swords hanging, densely packed, constantly shuttled through, as numerous as bees and ants.

The letters were sent by flying swords. The letters were not real objects, but a page of colorful special "poster paper". As Chen Qingniu used the "Seeing Words", he saw green and bright characters appearing in the air.

The content is not much, only more than two hundred words.

Grandma Lu's words were almost harsh and scolded. Chen Qingniu could imagine that the old woman was furious when she wrote a letter. If she was in front of her, she might have been caught with a cane.

The letter denounced him why he had arbitrarily advocated and allowed Huang Donglai to do something wrong, but he did not completely rebel from Lianhua Peak, and let him go, and threatened him that Chen Qingniu. If the Taotie matter was settled and the two future pillars of Lianhua Peak did not go up the mountain together, he would not have to return to Qing'e Mountain. From then on, she was removed from the list of Lianhua Peak. She would definitely send a letter to the entire Nanzhan Continent, and would not recognize him as Chen Qingniu as a guest guest of Lianhua Peak. Of course, in the end, perhaps the old woman was also in a little calmer and left room for maneuver. As long as she brought one of them back to the sect, she would not blame her, as the governor of the Lotus Peak, she would not blame her. As for the subsequent matters, she could discuss in detail on the next mountain.

Chen Qingniu snapped his fingers and the characters were all dispersed.

Chen Qingniu had no intention of sending a letter back. After a moment, the flying sword swished and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Qingniu also carried two flying swords on his body. In fact, one was enough to travel back and forth many times, but Chen Qingniu was worried, so he brought one more, all of which were placed on Xie Shiji's bag.

Chen Qingniu asked: "Can you see the problems with the items that Princess Cui later sent to someone?"

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

Chen Qingniu smiled, "I can't see the reputation, but they must be good things. But that little white dragon has a good conscience and knows 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 around it. It was also considered that Ye Luo returned to his roots and returned to his hometown. With it, my trip to the battlefield will be much safer. Even if it is a bit unexpected, he will not be helpless."

Xie Shiji also grinned.

He is happy, she is happy.

Seeing her laughing happily, Chen Qingniu also laughed happily.

A man and a woman, two people were silly and happy.
Chapter completed!