Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

   Chapter 126 I have a sword to kill the dust

   Wushan Town, Bailu Inn.

   "Qing Hui Daoist, I have sent a message to Nanling City to investigate the seven killers and Xuan Jing."

  Xiahou Chun said respectfully in the guest room.

   Zhang Ming nodded: "It's time to work."

   Yin Xue brought tea: "Master, in three days, we will be able to reach Xiaohanshan Temple."

   This time coincides with the seven-day covenant.

   Zhang Ming said with a smile: "I just don't know if the person hiding behind the scenes has any other means."

   During the speech, a clear prompt sounded.

【Ding! 】

  [Zhanhong, the son of planes, signs in at your Zhuxianjiantai (pseudo), and you get Wanjian Jue·Quan]

   Zhang Ming's heart moved, there was something good!

   He opened it and saw that this Wanjian Jue turned out to be the signature swordsmanship from Shushan, the world of immortal swords.

   "Not bad, this guy Zhan Hong is really turning around, I don't know how Jian Wu is doing."

   He took the tea and swayed it gently, only to see droplets of water in the tea cup forming a small sword.

  The direction of the ten thousand swords is full of qi.

  Xiahou Chun subconsciously felt that his scalp tightened, as if there were thousands of sword intents on his side, which could break open the world at any time, and he couldn't help but press the sword in his palm to scan the circle.

  However, in the room only Daoist Qing Hui was holding a tea cup to drink, and Yin Xue stood quietly by the side.

   Other than that, nothing abnormal.

  Zhang Ming coughed lightly, waved his hand and shook the teacup, dispelling thousands of sword intents.

   "Well, good tea!"

   Before he finished speaking, a soldier came over from the door and reported: "Captain Xiahou, the person who was listening to the news in Wushan Town has returned, and there is nothing abnormal here."

  Xiahou Chun nodded and said, "I see, you go down to rest and take turns on duty."

   "Here!"

The    soldier bowed and retreated.

  Zhang Ming asked curiously: "Captain Xiahou, the poor man sees that the guards you bring are all elite soldiers who can fight well and cooperate with tacit understanding. Could it be that you have trained them all by yourself?"

Speaking of this, Xia Houchun's face showed a hint of pride, and he immediately lowered his expression and smiled calmly: "Qing Hui Daoist, I was a member of the Northern Expedition Army before I came to Nanling, and these methods are nothing but the fur of the army. ."

  The Northern Expedition...

  Zhang Ming couldn't help thinking of that day on Qiongyu Mountain. He heard Sikong Jianli mention that the previous emperor had been on the road five times and made a great name for the Jin state, but unfortunately it finally collapsed on the way.

   "Captain Xiahou turned out to be a member of the army, disrespect!"

   He stood up and said with a smile.

  The Northern Expedition Army is the guardian of the country and the foundation for the people of Jin to live and work in peace and contentment, and it deserves this gift.

   However, some people say that the previous emperor's repeated northern expeditions exhausted Jin's financial resources, and finally became ill from overwork and died on the way, which also put Jin in danger all of a sudden.

  Fortunately, the goddess came to the throne and stabilized the situation in time.

  Otherwise, the Northern Wei Dynasty was beaten so many times by the late emperor, and if the whole country came to invade, the Jin state would be in danger.

   "Daoist, it is impossible."

  Xiahou Chun hurriedly returned the salute, and turned a little disappointed, "Unfortunately, the glory of the late emperor is not here, and now the whole country worships Buddhism and suppresses Taoism.

  The Northern Wei Dynasty was located in the wild, and the folk customs were sturdy, but it developed rapidly in ten years, endangering the world.

   If it wasn't for the advance planning of the late emperor, he resolutely set out on an expedition and interrupted the development of the Northern Wei Dynasty several times. Now, he is afraid that the country will be prosperous and the people will be strong.

  Unfortunately, now that the female emperor has ascended the throne, the prestige of the former emperor has changed, and it is either Confucianism or Buddhism.

  If the war really starts again, can we rely on these Confucian scholars and monks to save Jin?

  Thinking of this, he glanced at the Taoist priest Qinghui, and only felt that if this trip to Xiaohanshan Temple could suppress Buddhism, he wondered if the current sage would wake up?

   Zhang Ming could hear the dissatisfaction in his mouth. It seemed that this Xiahou Chun was not willing to die in Nanling City.

   "Captain Xiahou, Pindao doesn't know the situation of the military, and I don't know what number the commander belonged to at that time. How could he leave the army and come to Nanling City?"

   He had heard before that the Great Jin Dynasty and the military department were no weaker than the three sects and seventeen factions. This could deter the Quartet and suppress the demons, presumably not only because of the large number of people.

   However, this sentence stopped Xiahou Chun.

  Number...

  Number...

   He froze in place, speechless for a long time.

   "Hey, there's no such thing as a designation. I've almost forgotten myself over the years. During the Northern Expedition, the first emperor had three armies: Shenhuo, Tianji and Xuanjia, each with their own division of labor."

  Xiahou Chun sighed and said, "The Shenhuo Army is responsible for the long-range attack, the Tianji Army is responsible for fighting the enemy's strong, and the Xuanjia Army is responsible for charging into the battle, invincible in close combat!"

   "And I was just a small captain of the Vanguard Battalion of the Xuanjia Army at that time, my number... my number... Team 3 of the seventh group of the Vanguard Battalion of the Xuanjia Army... Xiahou Chun!"

   He looked solemn, as if he had returned to when he joined the army, he walked to the door and looked at the mountains in the distance.

   Zhang Ming watched quietly, without speaking.

   Yin Xue took a deep look at Xia Houchun's back, and poured a cup of tea for him at the table.

   Even if you haven't fought a battle, you can understand that the Pioneer Battalion of the Northern Expedition Army is probably the team with the most casualties.

  However, not only did he not die, but he also retired from the army and returned to Nanling City, where he was named Captain of the Light Cavalry.

   There is definitely a story in it.

   "Daoist Master, I have four major military gods in the Jin army. One of them sits on the border of Xirong, the other stands alone outside the Qilian Mountains of Dongyi, and the other two belong to the Northern Expedition Army."

  Xiahou Chun continued.

   "These two people commanded the Shenhuo Army, named Wu Dingguo. One commanded the Tianji Army, named Xu Ziyi. But they... are not the people I admire!"

   Zhang Ming asked solemnly, "Why is there no Xuanjia Army?"

  Xiahou Chun turned around and looked at him with admiration, regret and pain in his eyes.

   "Yes, the commander-in-chief of my Xuanjia Army is named Zhao Mu, known as Zhao Wudi, and he is the number one military **** of Jin! Unfortunately, in the year when the late emperor was seriously ill, the Northern Wei attacked the military camp."

   He subconsciously clenched his fists, "General Zhao led the Xuanjia Army to block the enemy's three armies outside Yanmeng Mountain, beheaded the two generals of Wei State, and finally died of exhaustion!"

  Xiahouchun hated a little: "It's hateful that the general died in battle, but half of the soldiers in the vanguard battalion survived. They were rescued by the Tianji Army and finally dismissed by the late emperor before his death."

   Zhang Ming and Yin Xue looked at each other. It turned out that the other party left the military and returned to Nanling City because of this incident.

   "But, why did the late emperor send you off?"

   he asked in confusion.

Xiahou Chun shook his head and sighed: "I heard from the sergeant who sent the order, before the late emperor closed his eyes, he said, 'Xuanjia's charge is hard to be replaced, and the whole country is ashamed of Zhao Wudi. Since he died in battle, this Xuanjia army can no longer die. Come back home!'"

   Zhang Ming suddenly realized that this late emperor was a special emperor, and he was thinking about this before his death.

   "It is also a good thing to be able to return home."

   Zhang Ming comforted.

  Xiahou Chun lowered his head: "But, I don't want to go back to the country. The Xuanjia Army is wearing black armor and black clothes. Only General Zhao wears white armor. Every time he fights, he will rush to the enemy's camp."

   "The world knows that to destroy the Xuanjia army, first kill Zhao Baikai. He is protecting the entire army with one person. Now that the white armor is gone, I wait for the black armor to survive."

   "In my lifetime, I, Xiahou Chun, wish for nothing but to reunite with the Xuanjia Army and return to the Northern Wei Dynasty!"

When he said this, he respectfully bowed to Zhang Ming: "Qinghui Daoist, this trip to Xiaohanshan Temple, please be sure to win! Only by winning can you give this empress in the palace who only knows Taiping. Drink it right away!"

   His words were already a little disrespectful, but he didn't care, he held down the knife and said, "If you win, but you can't bear to kill, Xiahou Chun would like to be this villain, slaughter Xiaohanshan Temple, and wake up this dynasty with blood!"

   Zhang Ming was stunned.

   He did not expect that this light cavalry captain came all the way, not only to open the way and **** Guo Xiang, but also to slaughter Buddhism and awaken the dynasty?

   For the first time, he realized that this trip to Xiaohanshan Temple affected not only the hearts of Buddhists, Taoists, and aristocratic clansmen, but also the Great Jin Dynasty and the military...

  When you travel alone, the clouds move in all directions!

   "Pindao doesn't want to fight for anyone. Whether Xiaohanshan Temple survives or perishes, we have to see it at the scene."

   Zhang Ming finally shook his head and said.

   He didn't want to be kidnapped by anyone.

   Maybe Xia Houchun is right.

   But the Northern Expedition was the decision of the dynasty, how much does it have to do with his spiritual view?

   Even if there is, there is no need to overwhelm the future of Taoism.

   He wants to win this trip, but winning doesn't mean he is willing to be someone else's pawn.

   At this moment, he even had some doubts, were the seven killers and Xuanjing really arranged by Xiaohanshan Temple? Or is a force like Xiahou Chun fueling the flames?

  Xiahou Chun was a little disappointed, but still raised his head and said solemnly: "Follow the arrangements of the Taoist priest."

   Then, he was a little tired.

   "Master, we will stay outside the inn. Everyone has a night's rest and will leave tomorrow morning."

   said, he said goodbye and left.

  Yin Xue glanced around and asked worriedly: "Qinghui Daoist, you said that if the Northern Wei Dynasty really came over, can the current Dajin Dynasty stop it?"

  Zhang Ming sat back in the chair, took a sip of tea, and said, "You and I don't need to worry about these things. The empress in the palace is not a fool, so she naturally has a plan."

   He closed his eyes and said with a smile, "Even if she doesn't have any plans, if the Northern Wei Dynasty really comes, then the battle will be over. You can't defend Jin, but Pindao can defend Zhuoguang Mountain."

   Yin Xue sighed: "But what about the people..."

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.

   Zhang Ming glanced at her: "The common people are the foundation of the country. If the Northern Wei treats them kindly, it may not be a bad thing to unify the world. But...if the Northern Wei bullies or massacres the city..."

   His tone became a little cold.

   However, he did not continue.

   He is not from this world, he does not have such deep feelings for Jin, but he has his own bottom line.

  Yin Xue was a little stunned to hear this, and after a long time said, "Daoist Qing Hui, I'll add some more tea."

  …

   At this time, on a mountain road.

  Lu Xueqing took the disciples of the Qiongyu Sword Sect, set up a tent in the woods, and raised a bonfire.

   "Senior sister, according to the itinerary, we will arrive at the county seat of Dongling County at noon tomorrow."

   A disciple came over to report.

  Lu Xueqing sat in front of the bonfire wiping his sword and said, "I see, you all go to rest."

   "Yes, Senior Sister Head!"

   This disciple led the way.

  The mountains soon fell silent, only the light chirping of insects and the occasional crackling of the bonfire.

   "Master, I don't know where you are..."

   A woman in a blue dress was sitting in front of the bonfire. The light of the fire reflected on her cold cheeks, making her look rosy, as if the goddess of ice and snow walked into the world and watched the lights of thousands of homes.

   Every time at this time, the girl has fireworks on her body.

   She looked down at the swords of Ziqing Shuangjian, which reflected Lu Xueqing's beautiful face.

   However, the figure was rippling, like a wave of water, and the face of a blue-robed Taoist priest immediately emerged.

   "Master..."

  Lu Xueqing said in a daze.

  The tail on the sword is like a restless heart.

  The exquisite dice and red beans make you know if you are in love.

   For the first time, she realized that after she became a teacher, the deep-rooted love in her heart not only did not diminish, but instead grew like a seed, and the deeper it was planted, the deeper it grew.

   She was reluctant to admit it, so she became colder in appearance and more respectful in front of Zhang Ming.

   She is sometimes envious. Uncle Qingquan can shout out what he likes and dislike, and Junior Sister Yiyao can face everything with a smile.

   Even Zhanhong... can also seek a sword wholeheartedly.

   However, her heart was disturbed.

   "My Tao, what is my certainty?"

   Now this deep feeling has become a demon. Therefore, she has not been able to advance to the life-shaping realm for a long time.

   is at the peak of this reunification realm, a little bit of polishing, just like carving a sieve with a knife, sketching the appearance of red beans on it, and writing the word lovesickness on it.

   This is something she has never experienced.

   On Zhuoguang Mountain, in the Lingshu Temple, the appearance of the man quietly watching his sword practice, from clear to blurred, from blurred to clear again, and then unforgettable.

   People all over the world say that a person must be vulnerable before he can declare that he loves something.

  However, one must be strong before he dares to declare, and then carefully suppress the deepest love in his heart.

   "Thorn."

   Moths fell from the forest into the firelight.

  The girl was stunned, maybe this is love, moths to the fire, willing to be teased by this fate.

   But this love, she can't face it.

  Lu Xueqing glanced at the reflection on the sword, turned the sword over suddenly, and pressed the reflection on her leg.

   However, his eyes fell.

   A handsome face appeared in the new sword body.

   "Yiqing, do you know why the purple and blue swords are blue and purple, in pairs?"

   A familiar voice seemed to ring in his head.

   "Because whether we are born or die, we are all lonely. But loneliness is life, but not this journey. Life is brilliant because of company."

  Lu Xueqing followed his memory and read word by word.

accompany……

   Brilliant...

   Suddenly, the girl's eyes lit up in the bonfire.

   She slashed with her backhand sword, slashing the hair on the right side, and in an instant, strands of black tail hair fell off.

   Then, she carried the sword behind her back.

"I broke the blue silk, carried a long sword on my back, washed away the joys and sorrows of rivers, lakes and seas, and spent all my youth, leaving only the strong bones that I don't want to abandon all my life, and then borrowing this heavenly palace to accompany me for a lifetime, it may reach the white head of this world. ?"

   At this moment, the girl thought clearly.

   Since love cannot be buried.

   Since you don't love, you can't be yourself.

  Then just stick to this love and accompany him until the white head, who said that if you like it...you have to get it?

   Moth...it never got it.

  I have a sword and a heart to cut the dust, and I don’t read the world, but only the Qing.

   The bonfire suddenly grew a lot.

   At this time, a disciple who was vigilant suddenly exclaimed: "Be careful! All prepare for battle, the enemy will attack!"

  PS: 2 chapters, 4000 words delivered

   (end of this chapter)