The king will never go to court

Chapter 168 Chapter 167: Leave
The many disciples of Ling Xuezong and Fanghua Pavilion instantly became the focus of the battlefield. Whether it was the disciples of the major sects of the Qian Kingdom who were present, or the elders of the major sects of the Yan Kingdom not far away from the city, they all locked their eyes on this place at this time.

However, the fierce battle scene that was supposed to appear did not appear.

Just when the two sides were at war, a young disciple of Fanghua Pavilion walked over from behind the Qianguo army.

He walked very slowly, but the figure walked through the thousands of troops at an extremely fast speed.

"Give them back the body."

The voice was very cold, but all the disciples of Fanghua Pavilion slightly pressed the weapons in their hands down a few inches.

Everyone was furious in their hearts, and their faces were also angry, but they still obeyed the order of the visitor.

"Eldest brother, why is this?" A muscular young disciple stepped forward and asked angrily.

The young man holding the Jiuweiqin didn't answer, but went straight to Lu Ming's body.

Looking at the pale face of his master, he hid the tears that were about to fall in his eyes very well.

"What? Master is dead, so you don't listen to my orders anymore?"

"Don't dare." All the disciples of Fanghua Pavilion put away their weapons and made way for Ling Xuezong's people.

The two disciples of Ling Xuezong hurried forward, took Yunhe's body, and watched the Fanghua Pavilion disciples around vigilantly.

I thought it was a scam, but I didn't expect that there would be no cavalry and sect disciples chasing after returning to Kaijing's more than ten moats.

"Let's go." The young man tied the Jiuweiqin behind his back, hugged Lu Ming's body with both hands, and walked slowly towards the north.

"Eldest brother, where are we going?" A disciple asked with a sad face, looking at other disciples from other sects around them and their group, and asked in puzzlement.

Although the other dozen or so disciples did not directly ask questions, they also had a hint of doubt on their faces.

"Go back to Fanghua Pavilion, I don't want Master to bury his bones in another land."

"But, but, we."

Before the disciple could continue talking, a young man's cold voice came, "Our Fanghua Pavilion has already paid so much, and the master is dead. Is the court still not satisfied? Do you want you all to die here?"

Previously, on the high platform, when Elder Lingxuezong appeared, the elders of other sects in Qian Kingdom could have helped, but they did not move at all, waiting for something to happen.

The young man remembered the expressions of everyone on the high platform in his eyes, even the fleeting smile on the face and eyes of a Fanghua Pavilion deacon beside him, he saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart .

Hearing the big brother's questioning, the more than ten Fanghua Pavilion disciples behind him no longer dared to speak out, and they all followed behind silently, leaving the battlefield under Kaijing City together.

On the battlefield, the cavalry of the Qian Kingdom and the disciples of the various sects gave way one after another, watching the people of Fanghua Pavilion follow the young man in the lead, and head towards the north together.

No one stopped, and no one dared to ask.

Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the high platform of the Qianguo camp hid his displeasure very well, watching the dozens of disciples of Fanghua Pavilion leave the Qianguo army formation and continue heading north with a sad face.

On the high platform, His Royal Highness the Prince Qian, who saw this scene in his eyes, showed a sad expression on his face, and waved his hand to order the troops to withdraw.

Hearing the sound of Mingjin, Qianguo iron cavalry and disciples from all major sects retreated one after another.

The tense expressions of the people above Kaijing City also relaxed. Zhao Lingbai even leaned his back against the city wall, feeling the icy breath on the city bricks, and kept awake all the time.

"On the first day, I always endured like this."

On the other side, more than a dozen disciples of Ling Xuezong took over the body of their master, and they did not return to Kaijing, but headed south all the way.

Yan Guo opened the battle of the capital, the first day.

Two second-rank powerhouses died, and Fanghua Pavilion and Lingxuezong disciples left this sad place with their injured brothers and sisters.

The moonlight is like washing, and the cold moon hangs high.

Xie Wufeng stood with his hands behind his back. Seven or eight attics have been built by the Crescent Lake in front of him, and some lights are reflected on the sparkling lake.

The new Prince Wu's Mansion has already been repaired, and the abandoned vegetation, pavilions and buildings in the courtyard have been renovated.

At this time, everything in Kyoto returned to normal, as if nothing happened before, such as the burning of the city by the real dragon, the death of the whole family of the old Zaifu, and so on.

Mu Ziyue didn't live in Wu Wangfu these days, but he still came to ask Xie Wufeng for instructions every day, but he was stopped by Lu Zhongliang.

"The prince is retreating.", "The prince is resting.", "The prince is reprimanding Miss Long.".
In short, Mu Ziyue would come three or four times a day, and each time he was either stopped by Lu Zhongliang or other guards of the palace.

In desperation, Mu Ziyue could only forcibly occupy an empty mansion on the right side of King Wu's mansion.However, he only repaired a courtyard next to the courtyard wall of King Wu's Mansion.

I don't go to the Zhengshitang on weekdays, I only work here.

Although the capital seems to be calm on the surface, Mu Ziyue's position as the prime minister is becoming more and more stable.But he knew that everyone was waiting for the development of the matter.

King Wu was waiting, and so was the man in the palace.

"Sigh, the speed in this world of martial arts is really slow." Xie Wufeng stood there for a long time, Huo Long'er beside him kept his head down, not daring to look at his master who had been beating him for the past few days.

"Have you worked hard these few days?"

Huo Long'er pursed his swollen mouth and let out a "huh".

"Still eating?"

When Huo Longer heard this, he quickly swallowed the contents of his mouth, then immediately put his hands on his chest and swayed back and forth, his eyes were full of sincerity, "No, no. Absolutely not."

"You've been fine these few days, you need to practice more diligently in the future."

With a faint smile on the corner of Xie Wufeng's mouth, he took in a trace of the dragon's breath from the fire dragon.

After Huo Long'er practiced the supreme dragon skill "Tai Su Long Yun Jue", the dragon energy emanating from his body became more pure and rich.

However, Xie Wufeng still felt a little ashamed, feeling that he was constantly exploiting Huo Longer.

After half a cup of tea, Xie Wufeng absorbed all the dragon energy around him into his body, and then circulated his inner breath for a small cycle.Slowly repair the losses suffered in the mountains, rivers and forests.

In the dead sea of ​​consciousness, Xie Wufeng's phantom appeared outside the seal again.This is the strongest sealing formation he can use so far, and he has set up a huge inner energy barrier around his sea of ​​consciousness, which only he can open.

With the protection of dragon energy, this formation and sealing barrier has become more powerful, and it can already control the sea of ​​consciousness.

But if the afterimage hidden in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness launches a full blow, he will still suffer a great backlash.

That's why, Xie Wufeng has been adjusting his breath by the Crescent Lake for the past few days, hoping to completely strengthen the seal of the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness through the Dragon Qi.

At present, I still don't know the origin of that afterimage, but Xie Wufeng also has a guess in his heart, this afterimage must not belong to the things owned by Xie Wufeng in this life.

It can only be a terrible imprint buried in his own sea of ​​consciousness during the process of using the reincarnation formula.

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