Song Jixin stood on the top of the mountain with a broad view. After staying in Mud Bottle Alley for so many years, it seemed that all he could see were mud walls. The young man liked the feeling of climbing up and looking far into the distance. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were all under his feet.
Song Changjing folded his precious but old fox fur. The vassal king was surprisingly chatting happily today. He pointed to a high mountain in the west, "That mountain is called Piyun Mountain. It may be named by the Great Li Edict as one of the top mountains besides the Five Sacred Mountains in the future."
One of the ten great mountains, according to the old rules left by our ancestors, a mountain god will appear at the forefront of the genealogy, and he can shape a golden statue of the god, upright and upright, enjoy the incense of the world, suppress the fate of the place for Dali, and prevent it from being scattered elsewhere.
, so as not to make wedding clothes for neighboring countries. Only when the people in the small town stand on the top of Piyun Mountain can they see the Longtou Mountain at our feet, because Longtou Mountain is protected by a large formation and cannot be seen by ordinary naked eyes.
The situation here can be regarded as an opportunity. According to the secret records of the government office, several people in history have climbed Longtou Mountain and successfully escaped from this place."
Song Jixin asked: "Then have all these people become successful? Have they become masters in our Dali or Dongbaopingzhou?"
Song Changjing smiled and said: "There were two people who did well in Dali. They were only thirty years apart. One was civil and the other was martial. They were hailed as the Twins of Dali by later generations. The literary one was given the posthumous title of Wenzheng after his death, and the military one was given the title of "Wen Zheng" by his descendants.
Although I have a very bad opinion of their descendants, I have to pinch my nose to recognize the close relationship between the two families and Da Li. After all, if they hadn't joined forces to turn the tide,
The Song family of Dali could not survive that difficulty."
Song Jixin felt the breeze blowing on the top of the mountain, and felt as if he had ascended to heaven. He asked, "What about the others?"
Song Changjing breathed out gently, becoming more and more refreshed. He suppressed the rising sea of qi in his body, just like using one hand to forcefully suppress the rising sun. Song Changjing was extremely sure at this moment that as long as he stepped out of that
If you open the Dao Gate, you will immediately reach the tenth realm, which is known as the tenth realm where martial arts ends!
All qi practitioners below the upper five realms have almost no chance of winning against a master who has reached the top of martial arts, and the only result is to be crushed and killed.
Song Changjing calmed down and gave the young man an uncomfortable truth: "Dead Jue. I once killed one with my own hands. At that time, I was only a seventh-level martial artist, and that person was a relatively difficult swordsman.
And he was at the peak of his life. That time, I and he chased each other for seven to eight hundred miles. Finally, at a small place called Baihu Pass on the southern border of Dali, I finally caught up with him and beat him to pieces.
After using the body magic weapon and the natal flying sword, I broke his neck. I had no choice but to refuse to be used by Da Li, so this was the only end. The Song family has always been kind to Qi practitioners, but the premise is that these Qi practitioners
, you must work hard for the Song family, even if it’s just for a show.”
In the second half of that capture and fight, Song Changjing entered the eighth realm.
Song Jixin was not interested in the legendary experience of the uncle of the vassal king. He just asked out of curiosity: "Did other dynasties pay a higher price? That made them betray Da Li?"
Song Changjing smiled and said: "That sword cultivator was mostly like this before. Dali is located in a remote area and the people are strong. It is a country that worships martial arts. There are many martial arts geniuses. They are not valuable at all, but they are docile and docile Qi practitioners.
They are rare, so every time a few are born, the successive emperors of Great Li wish to be enshrined as Bodhisattvas. Today, well, that is the emperor's brother, of course, is no exception. One time, the sword cultivator came to the palace to see the emperor's brother, carrying his sword.
He Xing, with his nostrils turned upward, really deserves a beating. He happened to get a protective treasure by chance at that time, and the sun was shining brightly in both the government and the public, so when he saw me, he didn't even say hello, that's all."
Song Jixin asked: "What then?"
Song Changjing glanced sideways at his nephew as if he were an idiot, "Will he die then?"
Song Jixin's face was full of bewilderment, "Uncle, you killed a great monk who can be called the mainstay of the country just because he didn't say hello to you?"
Song Changjing said calmly: "There are some people, you can't spoil them."
Song Jixin's eyes were suspicious, as if he couldn't understand how such a rebellious and unruly Da Li royal family who had no regard for the overall situation could survive to this day.
Song Changjing smiled and said: "One thing you may not know is that there is only one dynasty of Qi practitioners in the entire Dongbaopingzhou. No matter who they are from or what their backers are, they must serve the emperor on the border battlefields and fight for three years.
, if your military achievements are not enough, you can continue to stay at the border and drink from the northwest wind until you have saved enough before you can go home and enjoy the blessings."
Song Jixin was even more puzzled, "Uncle, didn't you just say that Da Li respects Qi practitioners the most? Why is there such a rule? To say the least, Da Li is not afraid that these people will die young on the battlefield?"
Song Changjing laughed and said: "This unwritten rule was established after this king took control of the military."
Song Jixin suddenly said: "Is that sword cultivator unwilling to go to the battlefield and ruining your face? It made other Qi practitioners follow suit and invisibly damaged the morale of the army and the people of Da Li? So we can only choose the lesser of two evils.
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Song Changjing shook his head and said: "That sword cultivator joined the border army when he was young. He accumulated enough military exploits in just one year and has a pretty good reputation in Da Li."
Song Jixin became angry and said: "Then what is that?! Is it because I am jealous of you, or is it because I have violated the Song family's taboo, or is I secretly colluding with the enemy and treason?"
Song Changjing's answer is simple, "Although monks and warriors are on two different paths, the former is indeed more... well, in the words of the embroidered tiger, it is more golden. Even if the tenth level of martial arts has come to an end, but Qi training
However, there are still upper five realms to climb. The difference between the two is indeed not small. If you pick out a small group of people who are the most outstanding among the two, the upper five realms of qi practitioners are like standing on the top of the mountain here.
A martial artist like Wang can only stand on the top of Piyun Mountain. Of course, it is not impossible for martial arts masters and monks at the eleventh and twelve realms to fight, but in the final analysis, in the world,
In people's eyes, a martial artist is a tough guy who only knows how to kill, like a dwarf monk. So when we met in the palace, although he didn't say hello to me, he deliberately looked sideways at me and raised the corners of his mouth, which was very provocative.
Ah, I just want to teach him how to behave."
Song Jixin was dumbfounded.
If you want to teach people how to behave, then you can at least leave a way for them to survive, but you have to break their necks?
Song Changjing didn't want to talk about the dead person anymore, "Do you really want to know about the middle-aged man who fought with me life and death?"
Song Jixin swallowed subconsciously and said nothing.
Although the three carriages went ahead, the two behind them had a head-on fight, and the sky was dark. One time, Song Changjing fell from the sky and made a big hole more than ten feet away from the carriage. Then another time, Song Changjing retaliated. At that time, the young man
I had climbed onto the roof of the car and saw with my own eyes that the strong man, who was as imposing as a dragon on land, was punched by Song Changjing and was knocked into the top of a hill. The dust that flew up was extremely spectacular.
Inhuman.
This was the boy's only perception at that time.
In fact, the fight between Song Changjing and that man who appeared out of nowhere was not magical at all. It was like punching to the flesh. From the beginning to the end, it was like trading injuries for injuries and lives for lives! The competition was to see who was more unreasonable.
Song Changjing suddenly rubbed the young man's head, and his voice was warm for the first time, "Brother Huang has great ambitions. When the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty was only looking at Da Li, he had already seen the old dragon in the southernmost part of Dongbaopingzhou.
City. Are you wondering why, as the direct prince of Da Li and the vassal king who controls the military power of a country, I have such high prestige in the military and among the people that no one can compare with me, yet I can still do what your father did?
To pay tribute to brothers and sisters?"
Song Jixin smiled and said slyly: "Uncle, you can just say it if you want to."
Song Changjing retracted his hand and said in a deep voice: "Because the only thing I want is to see the martial arts scenery above the end. Only when I get there can I, Song Changjing, live my life in vain."
At this moment, there seemed to be a torrent surging in the young man's heart, and he asked in a trembling voice: "If I were wholehearted, could I be as tall as you are today, uncle?"
Song Changjing shook his head and said with a smile: "If you are practicing martial arts and have reached the eighth level and have no future, you should just be a qigong practitioner. Your achievements will definitely be higher."
Song Jixin was a little unconvinced, "Why can I only reach the eighth level of martial arts?"
Song Changjing said with a playful smile: "Only?"
Song Jixin blushed a little.
Song Changjing didn't care about the young man who didn't know the heights of the world. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and said slowly: "Qi practitioners are a profession that relies on God's blessings for food. Whether your life is good or not is very important. I met an opportunity here today, and I will do it again tomorrow.
I picked up a magic weapon there, and accidentally met a hidden god the day after tomorrow. I looked at the scenery the day after tomorrow, and maybe I realized it. It seems that anything I do can increase my cultivation. As for us martial arts practitioners, it’s very different. It doesn’t matter.
There are shortcuts, you can only take them one step at a time, which is very boring.”
Song Jixin felt complicated and a little disappointed.
Song Changjing ignored the nephew and turned towards the carriage. After seeing the girl's back from the corner of his eye, he hesitated, walked to her side, and looked up at the gate with her.
Song Changjing said to himself: "The energy of a true dragon condenses into beads. All dragons in the world regard pearls as precious, just like the natal soul of a monk."
The maid Zhigui did not turn her head, but she showed a trace of nervousness.
Song Changjing smiled and said: "For the four words written on the plaque on the covered bridge, the price I, Dali, have paid is so high that outsiders cannot imagine. The wind is rising, the water is rising, why should the water rise? It is not hope.
When the dragon walks along the river, it can flow unimpeded. As for me, I don't really care about these things. Everything is just the wish of your young master and his cruel father. After you leave this small cave, it is estimated that except for the embroidery in the capital,
Tiger, no one will be able to tell you what to do."
Song Changjing turned his head and looked at the girl's side face, "Although the fate of you and my nephew are closely linked, and we share weal and woe, you should not be too arrogant and do not let me have the idea of taking action. Well,
For the sake of Da Li Jiangshan and his nephew Song Jixin, I can make an exception and give you two chances to seek death, just in line with the old saying that three can only solve the problem."
The girl suddenly became angry. She turned around first, then took two steps back, staring hard at the great Li clan king who terrified her, "I am not a human being, but you want to restrain me by the rules of the world, who exactly are you?"
Unreasonable? What do your golden rules and rules have to do with me?!"
Song Changjing smiled happily and said: "Don't get me wrong, I will never be harsh on you in trivial matters. On the contrary, I am your greatest talisman."
Song Changjing stared at the girl. She had a pair of strange golden eyes. He finally said: "After that fight, I and you are actually allies on the same boat. Remember this sentence, especially
In the future, when you are qualified to make important decisions, remember this sentence."
Song Changjing turned and left.
Next to the carriage, a middle-aged coachman with a rough atmosphere of the battlefield looked at the dazzling snow-white fox fur on the Great Li clan king. He couldn't help it and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, when are you going to get a new fox fur?"
Qiu, after all these years, the prince is not tired of dressing up, but we are tired of looking at him."
Song Changjing boarded the carriage, bent down to lift the curtain, and said angrily: "We'll talk about it after we defeat the Sui Dynasty."
The driver who drove the carriage laughed heartily. He was not at all restrained when facing this powerful vassal king who was less than ten thousand people in Da Li.
Song Changjing's career in the army lasted twenty years. Although he was a general, he could not take the lead in every battle. He mostly strategized in the big tent. However, the smoke was everywhere on the border of Dali. In every deadly battle, Song Changjing would definitely be involved in the battle himself. A dignified vassal king, usually
His daily life, never having alcohol or beautiful women, can almost be described as "having no external possessions".
After Song Changjing got into the carriage, he sat cross-legged and frowned: "That person asked me not to rush to the capital after leaving Lizhu Cave, but to 'wait at the foot of the mountain and look up.' What are you waiting for? What are you looking at?"
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Song Jixin and his maid Zhigui also entered the carriage, and the carriage was ready to leave through the gate.
Song Jixin found Zhigui huddled in the corner, shivering, and worriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
Zhigui said in a trembling voice: "I can feel that there are countless scary things on the other side of the door."
Song Jixin smiled and consoled him: "With my uncle here, what are you afraid of? Don't be afraid, he can hold up even if the sky falls."
Unexpectedly, Zhigui became more and more panicked. He huddled in a corner and cried, "Even he can't carry it!"
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The largest restaurant in the town has a rare visitor.
A teacher with frosty white temples ordered a pot of wine and a few plates of side dishes to go with the wine, and drank by himself. It was a pleasure.
It turns out that this school teacher did not teach today.
The school boys went home happily one by one.
When he finished his last glass of wine and finished his last bite of food, he gently put down his chopsticks.
After a snap.
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, small caves and sky, silent and soundless, everything is still.
The world here collapsed instantly.
At this moment, all the gods on the mountain in East Aquarius Island and the mortals below the mountain couldn't help but look up.
But the next moment, it seemed that there was an immortal above the immortals, using the great magical power to change the sky and change the day, covering the entire Lizhu Cave scene.
High in the sky in the northern part of East Aquarius Island, a sea of thousands of miles of clouds rolled and drooped slowly.
There was a man whose body was all white, with big sleeves fluttering. He seemed to be tens of thousands of feet tall. He was sitting upright, with a broken bead as big as the palm of his hand floating in front of him.
This person's Dharma appearance is so huge that he seems to have used an East Aquarius Island as a private school.
Above the boundless sea of clouds, there were majestic sounds like thunder exploding from the sky.
"Qi Jingchun, you are so impudent!"
"Treasonous and unethical!"
"Return to the shore!"
The scholar lowered his head and stared at the bead, slowly retracted his gaze, and finally raised his head and said loudly: "I, Qi Jingchun, shoulder the burden of the counterattack of heaven accumulated in the town for three thousand years!"