Chapter 708 Lets see who I am?!(1/2)
"That goshawk..."
Looking at the back of the goshawk that rose up from the ground, flapping its wings instead of being as fast as a meteor, Lin Daoren felt a little relieved.
He did not believe Yang Yu's so-called takeover of Nie Longtian.
He used his great master to attack the Martial Saint, which has never been seen in ancient and modern times. He is as powerful as Zhang Xuanba, but he is also trying to achieve this because of the great military situation.
He naturally looked down on Nie Longtian, but he was a martial saint who practiced the martial arts saint, but because he took a shortcut, his will was slightly inferior.
But he is still the Martial Saint.
However, with this eagle in front of him, and with his archery skills, I think he can move forward and retreat freely.
"It's good to suffer some losses..."
Daoren Lin thought so.
He practiced martial arts halfway through the journey, but he had already practiced so much that Yang Yu's talent made him move.
But he went too fast and smoothly along the way. It may not be a bad thing to suffer some losses...
As his mind moved, he was about to leave when he suddenly heard the quiet whispers from a distance.
"Gaoying's mysterious suit, two-edged sword, that person, could that person be the King Yang of Northwest?"
"King Yang! I heard that a few days ago, outside the Lianshan Pass, the Dark Moon Dharma King in Dali Tianlun Temple was defeated and suppressed by him!"
"I heard that Prince Zhao went out to the frontier not far away a hundred thousand miles, just to accept him as his disciple..."
"No wonder the murderer ran away in sight, I'm afraid he was intimidated by King Yang's power..."
...
"Um?!"
Hearing these many discussions, Daoren Lin paused slightly and his brows frowned:
"He suppressed Dark Moon Dharma King?!"
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Huh ~
In the night wind, there was a white mourning inside and outside the Tianlang Pass, and white cloth floated in front of every household, and the desolation and silence filled the entire city pass.
Before the city tower, Wei Zheng sat on the ground first, drank alone with two or three side dishes.
At this moment, it was still midsummer in the Central Plains, but outside the pass seemed to have arrived. The night wind slowly moved, blowing off the yellowed fallen leaves.
"General, it's late at night, come back."
At some point, Yu Liang came to the city wall and looked at Wei Zhengxian with a bleak expression, and sighed in his heart.
The death of King Zhao of Xifu was truly earth-shaking.
Not only was the government and the country boiling, but the wind and clouds were surging outside the frontier, the heart of this general was also shocked.
"Old friends withered one after another, it's like the fallen leaves in the wind..."
After reaching out to take the yellow leaves blown by the wind, Wei Zhengxian looked a little dazed:
"Mr. Yu, where do you think I should go?"
"Why do you have to ask me?"
Yu Liang also sat with him on the ground and poured him a glass of wine:
"I will go wherever you go."
"Wei really don't know where to go..."
Wei Zhengxian murmured to himself:
"I really have no ambitions. I just want to live with my brothers, but now it seems that it's a difficult situation..."
"It's hard, it's hard, it's easy, it's easy."
Yu Liang poured him another glass of wine, and his voice was a little higher:
"The government and the country are so turbulent, and no one can shake your position. Even if you don't save Emperor Qianheng, what can Li Yan do?
Could it be that he dares to put you in prison? Or would he dare to stop the army's food and salary?!"
Holding the wine glass, Wei Zhengxian pondered without saying a word.
"You keep this pass because of your promise to Prince Zhao. What does it have to do with that emperor? In recent years, the court has bullied us too much, and we have been owed food and wages again and again. Emperor Qianheng's Taoist Palace has become more and more prosperous!"
Yu Liang picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one go, and it was as spicy as fire:
"He raised troops for a thousand days and used troops for a while. If he didn't raise them, he would have to work hard. How could this be the case in the world?!"
Step by step ~
While the two talked, continuous footsteps sounded on the city wall, and a group of soldiers guarding the city gathered, and there were wolf smokes warnings floating in the distance.
"Fan Ruyi, here you go!"
Seeing this scene, Yu Liang's heart was beating wildly. Seeing that Wei Zhengxian was still pondering and couldn't help but raising the tone:
"General!"
Looking at the soldiers on the top of the city and feeling the unshakable will from far away and approaching, as majestic as a mountain, Wei Zhengxian crushed the wine glass with a "click".
"Let him go!"
...
In the Tianlang Pass, there were more than 100,000 elite troops, and the leader of the three heroes of Longyuan. Wei Zhengxian, who was praised by Zhang Xuanba as a martial saint, was stationed in the guards.
But Fan Ruyi still came out of seclusion calmly.
Surprisingly, but not surprising.
"Pity, sad."
The monk's robe was almost unblocked. Fan Ru looked at Emperor Qianheng, but couldn't help but feel a little compassion:
"You are also considered the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the Lord of the Central Plains, and the extremely noble person, but why are there not many people who fight for you?"
Behind him is the heroic Tianlang, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is held in his hand.
Fan Ruyi's voice is neither high nor low, but it is enough to make the people inside and outside the pass clearly hear it.
In front of the city tower, Wei Zhengxian held the wine glass tightly, his eyes closed and trembled, but he didn't say a word in the end.
"General Wei is worthy of his real man."
After stopping for a long time, Fan Ruyi praised her slightly and walked away.
He passed through the passes and cities along the way, and saw hundreds of thousands of soldiers, but there was almost no one to stop him except Xuanjia.
“What a pity…”
Feeling the aura behind him that was infinitely approaching the threshold of the Martial Saint, Fan Ru turned her mind but no longer cared about her heart.
His footwork was fast and his direction was quite certain.
After walking by for more than ten days and nights, he had already seen the military tent that stretched for a long time in a deserted forest. In it, he felt...
"The Emperor's Purple Qi..."
Fan Ru's eyes condensed slightly.
The old monster of Black Mountain, dressed in red armor, was already in front of him. The two stood apart a hundred feet apart, calmly and fearful.
"I've been missing for a long time, Brother Heishan."
Fan Ruyi stopped and refused to move forward.
"Linghui is damaged?"
After glanced at Emperor Qianheng who was like a pool of mud, the old demon of Black Mountain frowned slightly:
"Without Zhang Xuanba and Mu Qingliu blocking the way, you have not achieved your full success? Jiang Wuyang wouldn't have the courage to stop you, right?"
"Something went wrong."
Fan Ruyi didn't say anything bluntly, but just said lightly:
"It is agreed that this person will be saved by me. As for the purple aura of the emperor on his body, Brother Taoist only needs to hand over the 'Bodhidharma handbook' and take it for yourself."
"With your and my achievements today, even if Bodhidharma is resurrected and sloppy, it is not a threat. It is useless to keep this book in mere handwritten books, and it is not a big deal for you. It is just..."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old demon's eyes flashed:
"I am very curious about what is in the illusion of Bodhidharma? I can help you come out of the mountain and go in at any cost..."
"This seems to have nothing to do with our deal."
Fan Ruyi lowered her eyelids:
"Or, Brother Dao wants to destroy his promise?"
To be continued...