I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 170: A warrior holding a long sword, beheading and killing demons
As night falls, the sky above Tianjing gradually sinks from azure to deep dark blue. A few bright stars quietly light up the sky, like the eyes of God, silently gazing at this ancient capital.

In the courtyard, everyone had different expressions.

Yun Ting's originally depressed expression now had a bit more radiance, and his tired eyes became much more determined.

He sat cross-legged by the small pond, looking down at the Yang Sui knife in his hand.

Yang Sui is not a good sword for a Yuque Tianguan figure like him.

But for Yun Ting, this was the first time he held a knife after a year. His equally thin fingers stroked the blade, feeling the heat from the long knife.

Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun stood on the roof with solemn expressions, gazing at the vast Xuantianjing.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on every corner of the city, making the capital of Dayu look extremely prosperous.

With their eyesight, in the East City alone, they could see countless nobles' pavilions with beauties dancing gracefully, delicacies steaming from the air, and countless adults dressed in gorgeous clothes, toasting each other.

It is very different from the border.

Both of them were equally angry.

"As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, it is a time for family reunion, but the soldiers at the border have to guard against the attack of the Dali people who do not celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Not to mention eating a few mooncakes, even a day off is probably a luxury.

But these nobles in Xuantianjing can live so comfortably. "

Lu Zhujun spoke coldly.

Zheng Xuanze sighed: "You and I should be in the Five Northern States, killing those Dali barbarians at Luhui Pass, instead of wasting our time here."

"What else can we do?" Lu Zhujun glanced at the Xuantian Palace, where the lights were bright.

But he snorted coldly, with more anger on his face: "I don't want to have someone like Chu Xiubai behind me when I'm fighting the enemy at the border. If he turns around and slashes at me, I'm afraid I can't bear it.

Besides, heroes like Yu Li Ke shouldn’t die.”

Bai Jian was bored, so he lay down under a rockery with his eyes closed to rest, but he didn't feel restful. He had to sit up every ten or so breaths to look at the ceremonial gate to see if Chen Zhian had returned.

Chen Zhian was also on East Street at this time.

He stood in front of Prime Minister Song's courtyard on Baishou Street and looked up at the stars.

These stars are indeed quite bright, as if they are the eyes of God, looking down on this vast world.

"I don't know if there really are immortals in the sky, if there really is a God, if there is a God, I wonder if there is a god above, and there is such a saying as retribution."

Chen Zhian's thoughts were interrupted by the creaking sound of the wooden door opening.

He looked down and saw Song Xiqu, who was hunched over in a thin coat, coming to open the door.

But Chen Zhian didn't have time to knock on the door just now.

Prime Minister Song has not practiced martial arts, so how does he know that there is someone outside the door?

Chen Zhian was a little surprised. He bowed and followed the old man into the courtyard.

The old man seemed to have known that Chen Zhian was coming. He brewed tea on the tea table in the yard and placed two cups on the table.

The cups are like jade, emitting a cool glow under the moonlight.

"sit."

Prime Minister Song had a calm expression as he knelt on the cushion.

Chen Zhian took a seat.

Prime Minister Song picked up the teapot with his hands full of age spots and poured tea for Chen Zhian himself.

"Didn't Prime Minister Song go to celebrate today?" Chen Zhian asked, "I saw that the lights in Xuantian Palace were bright. The day after tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival. I think the saint is hosting a banquet for you gentlemen."

Song Xiqu shook his head, his voice a little hoarse: "I am old now, I always feel sleepy when I go to banquets, and I will avoid trivial matters if I can.

For example, today, I fell asleep at noon, but when I opened my eyes, it was already dark and the day had turned into night.

Chen Zhian took a sip of the tea and found it quite bitter and had no tea flavor.

But he didn't come here to drink tea. He just put down the cup, raised his head and asked, "Prime Minister Song, Chu Xiubai's killing of an innocent man and his false credit has been reported to the great officials in the capital, even that..."

Chen Zhian hesitated slightly.

Prime Minister Song smiled and said, "You mean, the saints in Xuantian Palace don't know either?"

Chen Zhian pursed his lips and did not answer.

“Chu Xiubai is the least favored person in the Chu family of Nanhai this generation, so he is eager for quick success and wants to get rid of Nanhai as soon as possible.

Many people are indeed unaware of this matter." Prime Minister Song said with a smile, "Even if they knew, the lives of a thousand border civilians are not important in the eyes of many adults. In fact, they are not very important."

"Is there no one in Xuantianjing who can weigh it? A national treasure has lasted for 480 years, but it can't weigh a mere Chu Xiubai?"

Chen Zhian gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Cikuan has become a demon. Yun Ting killed Lu Cikuan, so we must arrest him and bring him to justice. We must send him to the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice, and drive a magic needle into his forehead. We must torture him for half a year, and after he is tortured beyond recognition, we must also behead him."

"It is amazing that Chu Xiubai did such a thing, but he was still able to be awarded the title of General Pingye, with singing and dancing every day, and no ordinary people around. This is really..."

An autumn breeze blew by, and Prime Minister Song tightened his clothes and rolled up his sleeves: "These are just bargaining chips for many nobles. With a bargaining chip like Chu Xiubai, maybe one day, the Chu family in Nanhai will spit out something for them to share. Compared with these, the lives of the one thousand people on the border are nothing."

"That's why... we need a young, energetic, and undisciplined seal holder."

Song Xiqu looked at Chen Zhian with his old yet deep eyes.

Chen Zhian took a deep breath, he stood up and saluted towards Song Xiqu: "The reason why I came to see Prime Minister Song is that I want to ask Prime Minister Song, when the Prime Minister selects the person who holds the seal, he wants a big man who sits high in the temple and holds the seal in his hand.

We still need a warrior who can chop off heads and slay demons with a long sword."

Song Xi said: "I want both adults and warriors... Chen Zhian, what do you want to do by looking for me today?"

Chen Zhian said: “I am too stubborn. Sometimes when I see something dirty, and I have a long knife on my waist, I want to draw the knife and kill those filthy things.

It so happened that I saw another incident today, which caused the long sword on my waist to be covered with dust. If I don't wipe the dust off the sword, there seems to be no point in holding the seal.

I really want to draw my sword in anger, but there are too many people in Xuantianjing staring at me. If I leave the city, countless people will follow me out of the city."

Song Xiang immediately smiled: "You kid, you want to threaten me with the position of the seal holder."

"But I am powerless and I am afraid I can't help you... Why don't you go find Qin Wenzhuo?"

Chen Zhian was silent, then shook his head: "Because the Grand Imperial Guard should not be held responsible for this matter, the adults in Xuantianjing ignored the murder committed by a person like Chu Xiubai, Prime Minister Song..."

"I should indeed take the blame." Prime Minister Song nodded gently, "But aren't you afraid that I will be in cahoots with the nobles in the capital?"

Chen Zhian frowned, “For some reason, I always feel that Prime Minister Song is not the evil spirit in the court, and even the saint in the Xuantian Palace... is different from Prime Minister Song.

This may seem a little careless, but I always feel that Prime Minister Song’s plan should not only focus on the Qinglong Mirror, Luwu Mirror, and the seal. "

Prime Minister Song immediately opened his eyes, puffed his beard and glared, saying: "Stop talking nonsense, if others hear it, they will think I want to rebel."

He lowered his head again when he spoke this: "In fact, I was a little surprised that you took the initiative to come to me.

There are not many young men like this in Xuantianjing, which makes me happy. "

Chen Zhian laughed: "I am not from Xuan Tianjing, I came from Qihuang Street in Sunan Prefecture... There are several young people like me in my courtyard."

"If you want to do it, then go ahead." Song Xiang said, "Even though I am old, I cannot let you down with the position of the seal holder." "I will help you... give you a helping hand."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhian stood up, bowed deeply to Song Xiqu, then walked out of the courtyard with his chest puffed out.

When he reached the gatehouse, Song Xiqu suddenly asked him, "Chen Zhian, don't you like the prosperity of Xuan Tianjing? Don't you like wealth and honor? Why do you have to take risks and go against those nobles?"

Chen Zhian said without even turning his head: "What glory and wealth? I have already enjoyed too much in my dreams. Although the glory and wealth in Xuantianjing are good, they are not in my eyes.

But I am stubborn...if things don't go my way, I'm afraid I'll have troubles, so I just do what I want to do, so that Prime Minister Song will laugh at me."

He left.

Song Xiqu sat alone in the courtyard. Not long after, Qin Wenzhuo walked into the courtyard and sat down.

"It is very rare for a young man to have such temperament. If he can hold the seal, it will be a good thing for the world of Dayu."

Qin Wenzhuo spoke slowly, then hesitated and said, "Perhaps there will be a lot of turmoil?"

"What's wrong with turmoil? If there is no turmoil sooner rather than later, let alone waiting for the world to collapse, just waiting for those man-eating cultivators from Daqian to ride their divine images and surge over would be a huge chaos in the world."

Prime Minister Song looked a little tired: "Evil people like Chu Xiubai are alive to sharpen the sword that stops evil. This world always needs some blood to wash away the filth.

Chen Zhian drew his sword for moral reasons, which is ten thousand times better than those who pursue profit."

Having said this, he suddenly tapped the table.

For a moment, it seemed as if a dragon was turning over under Xuantianjing, and bursts of cold and ethereal clouds rose from the earth, instantly covering half of Xuantianjing.

Xuantianjing was shrouded in thick fog. Qin Wenzhuo looked at Song Xiqu with some concern and said, "Prime Minister Song, please take care of yourself."

Song Xiqu nodded, stood up, walked out of the courtyard, looked up in the direction of East Street, with a bit more envy in his eyes.

A horse in a sigh, a fire in a stone, a body in a dream.

Decades pass in a flash, and when you look back when you are old, you will envy those young people who still have the time to gallop and be impulsive.

Chen Zhian returned to the courtyard, rode on the Beiyin horse, put on the Douji long sword on his waist, and rode out of the courtyard without saying a word.

Bai Jian's whereabouts were unknown, but a silver needle was hanging next to Chen Zhian.

Among Yun Ting, Zheng Xuan Ze and Lu Zhujun, only Zheng Xuan Ze rode a horse.

Yun Ting and Lu Zhujun walked forward, their true energy flowing and their figures flashing, but they were even faster than a horse.

The capital was shrouded in thick fog. No one knew where the fog came from, but it covered up so much.

Thus, the five of them left Xuantianjing silently.

No one cares, and no one notices.

At this moment, Chen Zhian's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He rode southward, passed Qijing Mountain, reined in his horse and looked back, and saw...

Even at night, the prosperous Xuantianjing is still brightly lit, and an atmosphere of luxury flows through it.

Chen Zhian looked towards the foot of Qijing Mountain again, where a group of men in black armor and several retainers were riding their horses.

At this time, clouds suddenly gathered in the sky above Qijing Mountain, strong winds blew, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Chen Zhian looked up and saw thick clouds and fog that obscured the stars and the moon, making the world dark.

"Walk."

He gave an order and rode away first.

The other four followed closely behind.

There was a roar of thunder, and someone in the sky parted the clouds, revealing a figure in white.

It was Chen Shuijun.

Chen Shuijun was dressed in white, and the wind and clouds in the sky obscured his figure.

He had a famous sword on his waist. An indescribable aura flowed out from the sword and then dissipated, just like cicadas breaking out of the ground and floating in the sky.

Chen Shuijun lowered his head and looked down at the Qijing Mountain, his eyes fell on the yellow leaves all over the mountain, and then his eyes moved slightly, as if he saw something.

Then, he reached out his hand...

There was actually another sword in Chen Shuijun's hand.

The sword was completely white, just like the snow in the cold winter, filled with the aura of killing all things.

Such a terrifying aura was suppressed by Chen Shuijun within a radius of ten feet, and he only cut off a few wisps of clouds.

He also tied the sword around his waist, accompanied by the yellow bird wind, and then looked into the distance with a cold gaze.

At the end of the continuous mountains and rivers, there was a person sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain, also looking down, but he was looking at the Qijing Mountain. No one knew what he was looking at.

Chen Shuijun's eyes turned cold, and one hand fell on the sword of cold snow.

Suddenly, the wind and rain in the sky became even stronger...

Chen Zhian on the mountain reached out his hand, only to find that there were snowflakes mixed in with the heavy rain.

"Isn't it a little early for snow to fall on Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Chen Zhian thought so in his heart, and then shook his head: "Just right to wash away the blood."

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Yu Li Ke felt waves of severe pain coming from his right leg, which gradually made his blurred consciousness clearer.

There were blood stains on his cracked lips and a bloody smell came from his throat.

When he opened his eyes, he saw himself leaning against a huge steel cage, with his hands and legs locked by magic treasures.

It seemed as if a soul-stealing needle was embedded in the center of his brow, causing all the pain in his body to gather on his soul and making his heart tremble.

Right in front of him.

Chu Xiubai sat cross-legged, holding a small knife in his hand, cutting off pieces of flesh from his right leg.

He cut the meat very thinly, and after cutting off a piece, he casually gave the piece of meat to a black cat in his arms.

The cat was covered in dirt, thin and small, and was probably picked up by Chu Xiubai on the road.

At this time, the cat tasted the flesh and blood, and lay peacefully in Chu Xiubai's arms, allowing Chu Xiubai to cut its flesh and feed it.

The severe pain in Yu Li Ke's body seemed to devour his sanity, but he remained expressionless as he stared at Chu Xiubai.

Chu Xiubai smiled and said, "Look, you finally fell into my hands."

ps: There are too many trivial things during the New Year period, so the update time is a bit erratic, but the author will not rest and will update enough chapters every day.

There will also be extra chapters for yesterday’s monthly tickets, but they will probably be out around 4 or 5 in the morning, so don’t wait.

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