martial arts mythology system

Chapter 472
The clouds and rosy clouds in the sky are gone, infecting the world one after another.

The heroes of Liguo's martial arts gradually dispersed, and there were still tens of thousands of people from the major sects of the Righteous Way, retreating from Taiyue City to defend the Confucian stronghold Nanyin Academy.

Nanyin Academy is located on the Ruzhi Mountain in the east of Chang’an Road. The mountains are high and the ancient roads stretch... There are many houses in the academy but they can’t accommodate tens of thousands of people. Therefore, the righteous army can only camp along the mountain.

Tens of thousands of tent lights are scattered on the mountain, and the night is as vivid as a painting.

The sky is dyed red, and the starlight is a little dim.

Jiang Xiaohu was sitting on the edge of the cliff, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and a calm ancient sword beside him.

After taking a sip of wine, accompanied by the moonlight into the throat, later people gradually lived like their predecessors.

"Why is our boss drinking here alone?"

The voice is gentle, which makes people feel relieved.

Jiang Xiaohu, who was half drunk, turned his head, and saw a girl in a white dress approaching, like a light cloud in the moonlight.

"Qianqian, you are here."

Jiang Xiaohu was already a little drunk, and his tone of voice was more frivolous and lazy than usual.

"You man, how come you have learned to drink away your sorrows?"

Yang Qianqian walked up to Jiang Xiaohu and sat down, snatching the wine gourd from Jiang Xiaohu's hand.

"Eh……"

Jiang Xiaohu reached out his hand to say something, but was stared at by the girl, and held back.

Seeing Jiang Xiaohu's appearance, Yang Qianqian couldn't help being amused and smiled.

Jiang Xiaohu saw the girl laughing like that, and laughed himself.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to have traveled through a long time, returning to Yunchendu a long time ago.

They looked at each other and smiled, then sat side by side.

The moonlight is like water, clear and gentle.

One person drank the intense shochu under the moonlight in one sip, and the picture carried a kind of reserved tenderness.

"Sometimes, I'm thinking, what would it be like if there weren't so many things, we will always be in Yunchen as the little Si Wei who makes trouble for us, you won't be the head of this department, and I won't see you for a long time you."

After a few sips of wine, Miss Qianqian was also a little drunk, she put her hand on Jiang Xiaohu's shoulder, and chattered.

Jiang Xiaohu lowered his head and did not answer.

Yang Qianqian stretched out her hands to hold Jiang Xiaohu's cheeks while being drunk, and turned his face away.

In an instant, the girl seemed to breathe in a piece of ice, which flowed down her throat and into her heart.

The speechless Master Xuanjian had tears in his eyes, and the tears that he held back did not flow out, reflecting the crystal light under the moonlight.

In a daze, the current Master Hanging Sword overlapped with the soft-spoken young man back then.

"Little Tiger..."

The girl in white whispered the boy's name.

Jiang Xiaohu looked at Yang Qianqian, the vision in his eyes was blurred by tears.

"I really hope none of this happens..."

"I originally wanted to be a hero like my master, but now I don't want anything else..."

"Could you just be an ordinary Siwei... come and go in Yunchen every day, with everyone... and Master..."

Even Yang Qianqian did not expect that Jiang Xiaohu, who was already the absolute leader before the world, would look like this.

At this moment, the myriad of thoughts have become emotions that cannot be expressed in words. The girl turned the current Master Hanging Sword into her arms and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Jiang Xiaohu didn't expect that his emotions would suddenly lose control, probably because the pressure of this time was too great, and when he calmed down, he realized that he had been hugged.

In fact, both of them felt a little overwhelmed when they regained their strength. Let's hold it... I feel a little embarrassed, send it... I'm afraid it's even more embarrassing.

That's it... Both of them thought so.

On another cliff on the mountain, Xu Fu and Zhi Daolin sat facing each other, with two cups of tea in front of them.

"Sometimes the poor monk wonders whether we are putting too much pressure on these young people."

Zhi Daolin has often reflected on himself since the battle of the Compassionate Zen Forest, but his temperament has changed a lot.

Xu Fu smiled gently, raised his glass and sipped tea:

"The monk king must know that these pressures do not come from you and me, but from this... troubled world."

"Ha, that's right, in such a troubled world, who can take charge of one's own life?"

The torches all over the mountain are burning towards the sky, flickering and extinguishing; the stars in the sky are flickering, like brilliant diamonds on black satin.

Jiang Xiaohu hugged Yang Qianqian for a long time, and then let go, his face was slightly hot, and he didn't know what to say.

In the end, it was Jiang Xiaohu who stumbled and opened his mouth:

"I...actually..."

Without waiting for Jiang Xiaohu to finish speaking, Yang Qianqian reached out and handed over a sachet.

"For you...you always put yourself in danger, you must pay attention to safety."

The girl's voice whispered, handed the sachet to Jiang Xiaohu's hand, then got up and left quickly.

Jiang Xiaohu watched the girl's back go away, and then looked back at the sachet in his hand, on which the word "Ping An" was embroidered with unskilled needlework.

Looking deeply, as if he wanted to engrave these two words into his heart, Jiang Xiaohu put the sachet in his arms, sat on the cliff and looked at the distant galaxy.

Yang Qianqian left the cliff, walked back to her tent, passed through the woods, and stopped suddenly.

"How is he?"

Feng Ning on the tree also holds a wine pot in one hand, and a long sword in the other hand resting on his knee, looking reckless.

In the battle of the Shentian Ruins, Feng Ning was possessed by a spirit demon, and now his cultivation has grown rapidly, and he has reached the peak of the fourth rank.

"If you care about him, go find him yourself."

Yang Qianqian left after speaking.

Feng Ning looked at the girl's back and took another sip of wine.

"Do I care about him..."

I care about you...

A mountain like Zhizhi, with tens of thousands of lights at night, hides an unknown amount of tenderness and loneliness.

At the foot of the mountain, a wisp of ghost energy condensed and turned into the figure of the ghost master, standing with his hands behind his back, and slowly went up the mountain.

Xu Fu and Zhi Daolin felt something, moved to the foot of the mountain, and looked at the person coming.

"Ghost Lord is here, do you still want to chase after him?"

The ghost master wore a mask and smiled slightly:
"No, I want to discuss a cooperation with Li Guo."

……

At the same time, outside the [Sacred Heart Gate] resident [Fengyutai], the night was deep and dark, and the sky was turbulent.

Since leaving the country into chaos, the Sacred Heart Gate has hardly appeared, and has not been involved in any incidents, so the world has not paid much attention to the Sacred Heart Gate.

The Sacred Heart Gate gathers power, the four Holy Spirits, the Six Immortals, and the 28 Palaces do not set foot in the rivers and lakes, and no one comes to provoke them.

But at this moment, what descended outside the Sacred Heart Gate was the real top of the martial arts world.

This is—Shu Mountain!
The majestic Shu Mountain hangs upside down, with towering clouds, facing the sky full of stars and moonlight, slowly descending from the invisible nine heavens, with a grand momentum, causing strong winds on the flat ground below.

Qinglong Luaoye and Xuanwu Zhenmo, who were sticking to the wind and rain platform, suddenly stood up as if they were facing a formidable enemy, with tense expressions on their faces.

In the Holy Spirit Sea, the White Tiger and Suzaku also quickly flew out, and in the Holy Spirit Sea, the Sacred Heart Sect army was mobilized.

But... the world knows the terrifying power of the demon world Buddha towering over the world, even if the Sacred Heart Sect is responding urgently, everyone knows that it is really time to start a war with the Heavenly Court, and today is the time for the Sacred Heart Sect to perish.

"what happened?"

Mu Hanguang raised his head and looked at the overhanging mountain peak that looked like a miracle.

Gu Beizhen shook her head:

"I don't know...but it seems that the visitor is not kind..."

After Gu Beizhen finished speaking, he felt a chill in his heart. The Sacred Heart Sect had never offended the Heavenly Court, so why did it come to the Sacred Heart Sect?
Fortunately, at this moment, Chu Qingni walked out of the hundreds of millions of fireflies in the Holy Spirit Sea in a red dress, and came to the wind and rain platform.

"Miss, the other party is Heaven... You'd better go back to the Holy Spirit Sea and wait for the sect master to come out."

Qinglong Liaoye watched Chu Qingni approaching, and spoke with concern.

Chu Qingni smiled at him, looked up at the magnificent Shu Mountain above the brilliant starry sky and said:
"I want to see the leader of the heaven here."

As soon as Chu Qingni said this, everyone in the Sacred Heart Gate felt cold.

The Buddha of the Demonic World stands tall in the Northern Martial Arts Forest. All the big and small events in the rivers and lakes have proved that the leader of the Heavenly Court is at least an innate talent. If Chu Qingni speaks like this, it means that the Heavenly Court will bloodbath the Sacred Heart Gate today.

However... what surprised the Four Holy Spirits was that...a brilliant rainbow light actually fell from the Shu Mountain, reaching the edge of the stormy storm.

Four holy spirits: "???"

Chu Qingni smiled when she saw it, and walked forward with her hands behind her back, ready to step on Hongguang.

"Miss……"

Seeing this, Gu Beizhen still spoke up.

Chu Qingni turned her head and smiled brightly at everyone:
"Don't worry, everyone, I'll come as soon as I go."

The rainbow light gathered, and brought Chu Qingni up the overhanging mountain peak, and landed in the middle of the Baiyu Square outside the main hall of Shushan Mountain.

The red-clothed girl looked around, the place was solemn and holy, full of fairy spirit, except for the mysterious man in front of him who was wearing a black and white feather cloak and a majestic mask, there was no one else.

Taking a step forward, and walking in front of the mysterious man, Chu Qingni made a vicious expression on purpose:

"What's the matter with you, you are making such a big commotion at my door, do you want to tear down my house?"

"That's not good. If you are homeless, I can take you in."

Han Feng took off his mask with a smile, and took a step closer to the girl in red.

Chu Qingni didn't expect this guy's face to be so thick after not seeing him for so long, she was suddenly flustered by being close to her, she took a step back, and looked aside:
"You don't come here, talk about things when you have something to do, don't do this with this girl."

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from Miss Chu," Han Feng said, bowing lightly, "I just wanted to borrow some Sacred Heart Sect Rare Item [Holy Infant Blood] from you."

"Holy Infant Blood?"

Hearing the words, Chu Qingni thought of the rumors in the heavenly court, and instantly guessed Han Feng's plan, showing a clear expression, smiling at the corner of her mouth, and nodding to look at Han Feng:
"You guys are trying to mess around again."

Han Feng took another step forward:
"Miss really understands me."

(End of this chapter)