martial arts mythology system

Chapter 187
【Special episode [-]】

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The spring grass is new, and the dark and light green are all over the outside of the city.

Pale golden sunlight flows down from the sky like dye, and the earth is a warm color.

A city is isolated beside the peach blossom forest and the plain, silent for thousands of years.

This is Yuchenjing, where the century-old imperial capital is located.

There are many peach trees.

The sunlight passes through the gaps of the peach blossoms on the branches, shining light beams of pale gold. Occasionally, one or two peach blossoms fall, covering a beam of light in the air for a moment, and the sunlight that penetrates disappears in a flash, and then appears in a flash.

The young man in a green shirt looked a little haggard, and walked under the peach tree.

With a Xiao, a jug of wine, and a sword.

In front of him was a noble young man with his back turned and waiting.

Hearing the footsteps of the blue-clothed swordsman, the noble young man turned around brilliantly.

"Huaixu, you're here."

The young man with a bright smile saw that Jun Huaixu's face was obviously haggard, and the smile gradually faded away.

Somewhat doubtful and apprehensive.

"what happened?"

Jun Huaixu looked directly at the noble young man in front of him, his knuckles were white, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said lightly:

"Pear tone, you're dead."

The noble young man took a step back, he couldn't believe it at first, then he was overwhelmed by the great sadness welling up in his heart, and asked tremblingly:

"who is it?"

"It's the Southern Barbarian Devil's Cult."

After the question and answer, the two were silent.

Peach blossoms, sunshine, green shirts, teenagers...and the unstoppable intense sadness.

"Let's go now," the noble young man suddenly raised his head, the anger in his eyes seemed to turn into a fire that would burn the world, "Let's go to Nanman together, two horses, two swords...Let's go now!!"

Jun Huaixu shook his head, calmly looking at his best friend in front of him.

"If I wanted to go to the Nanban Devil's Sect, I would have gone there long ago. Would I still come to you?"

The noble young man couldn't understand Jun Huaixu's words, and there were two emotions of anger and doubt in his eyes.

Jun Huaixu continued:
"Ah Ci, do you want to be emperor?"

The noble young man couldn't understand it, and was taken aback for a moment.

Jun Huaixu continued to ask:
"Are you willing to be emperor? I can cut off all the shackles for your country, and together we can change this corrupt world full of killings."

"I……"

The noble young man was speechless.

"This world is so disappointing," Jun Huaixu stated slowly, "Those who are unarmed and those with good intentions are the weak in this world... Liyin's death should be blamed on this world rather than on the Demon Cult! The Nanman Demon Sect needs to pay a price, and this world should also be changed!"

The noble young man was so shocked by Jun Huaixu's words that he couldn't speak, he looked into his eyes... the haggard young man only had the most vivid eyes, just like when he first met him.

That young man is always sincere and full of emotion, and there is always light in his eyes.

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19 years away from Yonghe, Jun Huaixu, who has not yet become the head of the Xuanjian Division, entered Fuyuan Road under the pseudonym Zuo Qianqiu.

In the same year, he and Yuan Daoyi, the chief disciple of the Dongxuan Sect, contacted Jianghu and founded the Qitian League.

In the following years, the entire Liguo Jianghu fell into a great shadow.

Numerous grievances, hatreds, conspiracies and conspiracies centered on the Qitianmeng radiated the entire Jianghu of Liguo.

In the end... a chaotic war broke out in the rivers and lakes.

The decisive battle between good and evil is on Jiangnan Road, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

Fuyuan Daoist sacred place [Daofa Altar] was destroyed under the siege of the four major sects.

The Nanman Demon Sect, which was beaten to pieces by the imperial court and fled into the Mangu Mountains, was also drawn into the center of sight of the rivers and lakes, and finally completely destroyed, with no survivors.

Liguo Jianghu completely withered.

……

Yuchenjing, under the nine-story tower, in the palace of the imperial city.

Monarch Mo Changci woke up at night, walked out of the hall, and looked up at the moonlight in the sky.

The eaves and corners of the high and low pavilions are shadowed by the moonlight.

The high and low rails are transparent, reflecting the moonlight in the sky.

Dressed in a black robe, the lonely emperor walked from the door of the main hall to the center of the group of halls.

Standing alone between the sky and the earth, his back is silent and lonely.

It's like taking the weight of time and years on your shoulders.

Slowly raising his head, the scene in the dream seemed to emerge in the shadow of the moon.

That year when I walked alone on Chang'an Road, the boys and girls I met changed from one person to many people... In the end, there were only two people left.

That person became the head of Xuanjian, but he was no longer that boy.

I dreamed again... the time of a teenager.

That young man who is always passionate and sincere.

(End of this chapter)