Sword of Coming

The short but voluptuous woman Fengyun took out a set of brand-new keys with exquisite workmanship, opened the courtyard door, and smiled as she pushed the door open: "Finally something useful."

The woman glanced at the chicken coop at the foot of the wall. There was a fluttering sound of poultry wings coming from there. She was stunned and said, "You haven't starved to death yet?"

"You have to thank me for helping you find such a good neighbor. The neighbors are harmonious and the whole world has the same spring." She quickly figured out the reason and turned to look next door. She found that because she was not tall, she could not see To see the scene there, I had to walk to the yellow mud wall, stand on tiptoes, and found that there was only an empty yard next door. I felt it was boring, so I quickly looked away, walked to the main door, took out the key to open the door, and crossed the threshold. Finally, she stretched out her finger and wiped it on the table. It was spotless. The woman was a little unhappy, as if an outsider had arbitrarily advocated smearing rouge on her daughter's face. She looked good, but of course the father and mother were not happy.

The three servants who followed the woman to the Mud Bottle Alley, while the burly man stayed in the Mud Bottle Alley outside the hospital, closed his eyes and meditated.

The old man with squinting eyes and pale face walked into the courtyard.

Only the woman holding the sword followed the woman into the main room.

The woman walked into Song Jixin's residence alone and looked around. There were beds and desks. There were also some expensive Qing Dynasty items left on the desk. It was probably because the owner didn't want to take them with him, so he simply threw them away. The woman walked to the desk and found that there were three books stacked in the middle. She flipped through them and found nothing surprising. They were just introductory books for Meng Tong in ordinary schools. They were "Primary School", "Ritual and Music", and "Guanzhi". The woman found that the three books were old and old, but there was no dirt or stain on them. The image of a certain person suddenly appeared in her mind. The woman shook her head and asked casually: "Yang Hua, how much is the price of the book "Elementary School" in Dali Capital?"

The woman holding the sword with her back to the door had a naturally cold voice, and she replied respectfully: "The slave's return to the queen will cost as much as sixty coins, or as little as forty coins."

The woman sighed and said: "It seems that the greater the principles of Confucian sages, the less valuable they are."

The woman re-stacked the three Mongolian classics in their original positions and patted the "Guan Zhi" on the top. She revealed a trace of sarcasm and sneered: "If there were no novelists who helped to fuel the fire, thousands of years of I have spared no effort to walk around the big cities and towns, streets and alleys to give him good words, but I am willing to be an unworthy official and an unofficial historian. Confucianism will not be able to take a seat in this world, and it will definitely not be able to do so."

The old man in the hospital coughed lightly and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you need to be careful what you say. This is not a place where you can speak freely."

The woman smiled and said: "Don't worry, after Qi Jingchun died, we reached an agreement with the superiors, so no one will keep an eye on this place anymore. Do you think that without Qi Jingchun, the Lizhu Cave Sky, which is a pool of stagnant water, has not had a big one in thousands of years?" Are these flaws worthy of the attention of those big shots?"

The old man still insisted on his opinion, "It's better to be careful, Madam."

The woman smiled sweetly and said softly: "Okay, okay, I won't complain about this. Xu Hunran, you really need to learn from Liang Song in this regard, others know how to observe words and expressions better than you. So you want me to watch, Da Li Chaoye It is not unfair to you at all to say that although Liang Song is your disciple, he is worse than his master. As for my uncle deliberately using words to hurt you, saying that a disciple does not have to be inferior to his master, Xu Hunran, you don't need to care, he is just that kind of person , after hearing a few words from scholars, I like to mess up the bookcases."

The old man named Xu Hunran didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He could only sigh and thought that no empress could be so comforting as you.

Just thinking about passing by the feudal lord on the way south, the old man's mood suddenly became solemn. Although Song Changjing looked tired at that time, as if he was seriously injured after a life-and-death battle, but since he dared to take the initiative to lift the car curtains in front of him, it means that Song Changjing is very likely to make great progress in martial arts. Furthermore, although the possibility of reaching the tenth realm is extremely small, after reaching the peak of the ninth realm, every time Song Changjing takes a step forward, even if it is only half a step, then for a martial arts master in the seventh or eighth realm, a small half-step difference , it may be equivalent to the difference between them.

This white-faced, beardless old man was well-known in the Dali court and everyone, and was known as the first swordsman in Dali. The suffix of the word "master" is like the word "everyone" after someone's surname in hundreds of schools of thought, and it carries a very heavy weight. Liang Song, the genius swordsman who died at the hands of Song Changjing, was Xu Hunran's most proud disciple. The old man regarded him as his own son, and his hatred was not a big one.

Xu Hunran likes to keep a sword in his sleeve, and the sword is named Baique. It is only an inch long, but it is extremely lethal. It is said that it can fly back and forth for more than a hundred miles in an instant. The sword has been returned to the sleeve, but the person is not dead yet. The method is sharp and the ghosts and gods are unpredictable.

The woman sat down on the bed, raised her hand and patted the bed board, "It's not like living in a wealthy family, but it's quite comfortable."

The young woman holding the sword in her arms said softly: "My Majesty has good intentions for His Highness, and it is hard work on His will and strength."

The woman stood up and said with a smile: "This is hypocritical. The child who is really suffering is the orphan next door. My family, Mu'er, cannot be called suffering."

She walked to the wall, thought for a while, and murmured: "The few pages of ancient books given to us by the Lu family on Fulu Street, the magical powers recorded on them have a long history and can no longer be verified. They are very different from the major talisman sects of Taoism today. Da, I remember one of the pages records an interesting little spell. What is the spell? Oh, I remember it, let’s give it a try.”

The woman turned her back to the young woman at the door and smiled: "You go directly to the next yard and wait for me to open the door."

"The sky and the earth are connected, and the mountain walls are connected. They are as soft as apricot blossoms and as thin as paper pages. I point my sword and open the door quickly. I follow the orders of Mr. Three Mountains and Nine Marquises!"

The woman did not have the most important piece of talisman in her hand. She just recited the incantation, extended her finger forward a little, and then strolled through the wall, causing a slight ripple behind her.

The woman walked to a dilapidated house with four bare walls and sighed: "Some people have a good life, and they can enjoy blessings no matter what they do. Some people have a bad life and are born to endure hardships. If you were born in the wrong child, who can you reason with? Even if you find it, Righteous Lord, do you dare to speak? Little guy, if you know the truth in the future, before seeking revenge from me, you must at least deal with three parties: Yunxia Mountain, Zhengyang Mountain and Shujian Lake. By the time you find me, it will be the Year of the Ox and the Moon of the Horse. You still have to get out of the Great Li territory alive first."

She turned her head and looked at the wall, "Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou, what is your identity? We don't have such a number one person in Dongbaopingzhou. Is he an ancient god who has lost his incense and golden body? If so, why is this little magic Still works?”

She couldn't figure out the answer for the time being, so she thought about going back to Dali Capital to check again, or asking Cui Han. She went to open the door, pulled out the latch and failed to pull it open. Then she remembered that the door must be locked, so she had to use a little force to break the copper lock. After pulling the door open, she saw that the courtyard door was wide open. Looking at the sword-holding maid and sword master Xu Hunran, he asked: "You just broke in like this? Are you still being reasonable? Find someone to fix it later. Don't forget."

She walked towards the courtyard door and added, "The locks on the house door should also be replaced with the same ones."

The old swordsman and the woman holding the sword were obviously used to this.

The burly man standing in Mud Bottle Alley frowned.

After the woman walked out of the yard, she suddenly stopped and said, "Yang Hua, follow the steps of my family's Mu'er when she was seven years old. Walk sixty-three steps to the right."

The woman holding the sword followed the order and stopped after sixty-three steps.

The woman behind her turned sideways and faced the high wall, "This should be it."

The woman looked at the mud wall, which looked nothing strange at all, and said bitterly: "Song Yuzhang deserves to die."

She quickly returned to her normal calm and calm expression, and asked with a smile: "You heard me tell you about this secret matter back then. What do you think is the crux of it? What can I do for Mu'er?"

The young woman shook her head and said, "I don't know, and I don't dare to speculate."

The woman sighed, a little sad, "My family Mu'er has two knots in her heart. The first one is, of course, that during the heavy rain, she was chased all the way from the alley by a poor man with mud legs. He grabbed his neck and pressed the button. He couldn't move on the wall. With his temperament, he must be very angry. Mu'er was still young at that time, and in addition to losing face, Mu'er must have been frightened by his peers who were so angry about killing."

The woman's eyes suddenly became sharp, she stretched out her palm, and gently pressed it against the rough mud wall, "The second knot is very interesting. So interesting that it makes my family happy afterwards, maybe it's life." For the first time, he knew the feeling of guilt. So after he met Fu Nanhua from Old Dragon City, he still couldn't make up his mind to change the person he wanted to kill from Liu Xianyang to that boy."

The young woman was finally a little curious, but serving this lady was tantamount to accompanying a king like a tiger, so naturally she would not be stupid enough to ask.

The woman put away her palm, wiped it on the sleeve of the woman holding the sword's arm, and started to turn around and walk towards the alley. She suddenly showed a bit of coquettishness. Although she was a woman and a mother, she actually had a different charm. She shouted angrily: "Mu'er just said that you, Chen Ping'an, were born on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month. After you killed your parents, living in the ancestral home prevented your parents from being reincarnated, so it's best not to live at home and move out as soon as possible."

The more the woman spoke, the angrier she became, "What does it mean to say a few jokes? You Chen Ping'an believed it to be true. Because of your stupidity, you broke your broken oath not to go to the Long Kiln to make porcelain. How can you blame my family Mu'er? What's more, how much money is the oath of a little bitch like you worth? My family's Mu'er is so valuable, and the white jade is slightly flawed, this is what secular people say. If a practitioner believes in this, he is simply asking for death. Even if He is a Qi practitioner in the upper five realms who can live as long as his country. Who is not pursuing the true immortal golden body and a pure body? How can you, a young man in the market, compensate you? Can you afford it?!"

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "You little bitch, what a crime!"

The woman holding the sword, with a golden sword tassel lying gently on her chest, looked calm.

Swordsman Xu Hunran turned a deaf ear to this and didn't take it seriously.

Only the burly man walking at the end frowned again.

When the woman was about to walk out of Mud Bottle Alley, she suddenly turned around.

Almost at the same time, the young woman and the old swordsman moved to the left and right sides respectively to make way for the woman to see.

The woman now had a smile on her face, which was both charming and innocent, with a paradoxical allure. She asked softly: "Why, Wang Yifu, do you think something is wrong?"

The man said solemnly: "Although I don't know more about the inside story, I really feel that this is wrong."

The woman was not surprised at all, but laughed and said, "He is indeed Wang Yifu, the number one general of the Lu Dynasty!"

The old swordsman, who was accustomed to squinting to see people and things, could hardly see his eyes anymore, and his sword energy filled the narrow alley.

Debris from the mud wall kept falling to the ground.

The woman holding the sword quietly took a step back, as if to give more battlefield space to Xu Hunran, the master of swordsmanship.

She looked at the burly man not far away with a sarcastic smile on her lips.

How dare a homeless dog with a broken back bark bark?

This man named Wang Yifu was once one of the generals of the Lu Dynasty. He came from a family of top generals. His ancestors were all generals on the battlefield. Before Wang Yifu surrendered, his status was equivalent to that of the Shangzhu Kingdom of the Great Li Dynasty. Song Changjing, the God of the Great Li Army, had named Wang Yifu for a good fight a long time ago. This man's ability to lead an army in battle was not outstanding, but his personal force was extremely high. Although he is a Qi practitioner, he has the strong physique of an eighth-level martial artist, is proficient in sword skills, and can control the powerful Yin God of the famous jade to accompany him in battle. He can be said to be one of the few true masters in the Lu Dynasty.

The woman stretched out her small palm like mutton fat and jade and shook it, "Xu Hunran, don't be nervous. General Wang is a reasonable person, but he is a little too upright. Now that we are in the same camp, don't be angry if we don't agree with each other." Fighting and killing. I don’t like it very much.”

Xu Hunran silently put away the mighty sword energy in one sleeve.

But the woman said at the next moment: "I will only send the people Wang Yifu sacrificed his life and dignity to protect, not to the place agreed before, but to the palace, or to the Jiaofangsi?"

Wang Yifu, who looked at her, clenched his fists tightly, his veins popped out, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The woman said calmly: "Before, I only said that I could save my life, so Wang Yifu, please don't take my Bodhisattva heart as a matter of course."

Wang Yifu suddenly laughed and said: "The empress is right, but my subordinate is wrong."

The woman smiled and said: "It's good to know your mistake. Then when you get out of this clay bottle alley, you don't have to follow us. Go pick off the head of the previous inspector, and then find a wooden box to put it in." OK, I might need it later."

Wang Yifu was surprised and said: "Song Yuzhang is the official named by the emperor and asked to come here. Madam, you have said before that this person has supporters in the Ministry of Rites and the Qintian Prison, so why do you want to kill him?"

The woman smiled and asked: "Do you need a reason to kill someone? Then what do I do as a queen?"

Wang Yifu sighed, clasped his fists and lowered his head, saying, "I accept your orders."

After the four people walked out of Mud Bottle Alley, Wang Yifu parted ways with the other three.

When the burly man who surrendered to Dali to serve his empress completely disappeared, Xu Hunran couldn't help but sarcastically said: "What a strong-willed Wang Yifu, haha, now even his bones and backbone are gone."

The woman did not go to the crowded street, but chose a secluded alley and laughed at herself: "Do you really think I have done something that I can't distinguish between good and bad?"

The old swordsman didn't know how to reply for a moment, so he simply kept silent.

The woman looked up at the blue sky and sighed for no reason: "Only when I was there, I realized that Qi Jingchun, a scholar, is really amazing."

"It's our Dali who can't stand him."

"Such a wonderful man from the past, he just wishes he could not be used by me, Da Li. No wonder His Majesty is in a depressed mood these days and sighs often."

"It's a pity that no matter how powerful Qi Jingchun is, he will still die after all."

The woman lamented all the way, but she was speaking from the bottom of her heart.

When the woman was silent for a long time, she stopped talking. Xu Hunran remembered something, first he waved his sleeves, and the sword energy spread all around, and then asked in a low voice: "Empress, it's just a matter of killing a young man from a back alley who suddenly became wealthy. Are we making a fuss out of a molehill?"

The woman seemed too lazy to answer such a question and said casually: "Yang Hua, tell me."

The woman holding the sword said coldly: "The lion fights the rabbit, one blow is fatal."

The old swordsman was speechless.

The woman twitched her lips and said, "Although my uncle is a warrior, he has a saying that is very good. When dealing with any enemy, you must never give him your head."

Unlike his colleagues from the Ministry of Rites who stayed in Taoye Lane, Song Yuzhang lived alone in Qilong Lane, a house whose owner had just moved out.

Song Yuzhang opened the door and sat at the table. There was a wine pot, a plate of salted peanuts, and a large bowl of white wine. This former supervisor had been rooted in the town for fifteen years. , whatever you eat or drink, the taste in your mouth is all too familiar.

When he saw a burly man appear out of thin air in the courtyard, Master Song, who had just picked up the wine bowl, smiled and said, "Here he is at last."

He raised the white bowl high and asked, "Can you wait until I finish drinking this bowl of wine?"

The uninvited guest hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Song Yuzhang seemed to be afraid that the guests would be impatient, so he drank half a bowl of soju in one gulp, and with a rosy face, he asked: "Can you send me a message to the young man named Song Jixin? Well, he should be called Song Mu is gone."

There was a hint of pleading in the middle-aged man's eyes, "Can you tell him that the guy named Song Yuzhang has been wanting a Spring Festival couplets from him for so many years?"

The burly man shook his head decisively this time and said, "No!"

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, his face was full of relief, and he said softly: "When I was young, I loved reading travel notes. I saw Laolongcheng at the southernmost tip of Dongbaopingzhou. There were big tides hitting the shore all year round, which was spectacular. Then Think of this bowl of great Li wine as the spring water of the South China Sea."

Wang Yifu strode forward and broke the neck of the Dali Ministry of Rites official with one hand.

After the murder, Wang Yifu felt no pleasure and gently let him lie on the table as if he was drunk.

As a man who lost his country and a general who lost his army, Wang Yifu poured himself a bowl of wine, drank silently, and finally said something to the dead man on the other side of the table: "It turns out that scholars also have good heads."