Comprehensive Martial Arts: Read to become a sage, use martial arts to break the ban

Chapter 121 Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang

Xiao Luo stood on the palace wall, watching the Taifu walk out of Tianzi City.

After leaving this time, he really won't come back.

Outside the south city gate, the Jingwu Army was still cleaning the battlefield, and the smoke from the incineration of the corpses of the rebels rose into the sky.

The people had long forgotten the panic of the previous two days, and instead complained about the inconvenience caused by the closure of the south gate.

Xiao Luo looked down at a yellowed booklet, which must have been flipped through by people from time to time, the ink on the surface was a little faded, but the title of the book could still be clearly seen - "Juzilu".

This was given to him by the Taifu before he left: "One day, if you come to Jixia Academy, you can use this booklet to ask to see Master."

Fan Huiming came from Jixia Academy, and was taught by his master himself.

Xiao Luo couldn't help laughing, this year's system's task is to familiarize himself with Mohist classics, and the Taifu actually gave him this "Ju Zi Lu".

Mohism is a rare school with strict organization in the pre-Qin period. The leader is called "juzi".

The disciples of the Mohist school must obey the orders of the giant, and in order to implement the ideas of the Mohist school, sacrifice their lives to practice the way.

Disciples who are sent to various countries as officials must also implement Mohism's political ideas, and would rather resign if it doesn't work.

The Mohists who are officials should donate their salaries to the group, so as to "divide the money with each other", and the leaders should set an example and implement the "law of the Mohist".

This "Juzilu" was written by Fan Huiming, who must be the leader of the Mohist school of this generation.

No wonder he is dressed in coarse linen and has no appearance of wealth. It turns out that all his family wealth has been donated.

Xiao Luo caressed the scroll and fell into deep thought, perhaps he could find the essence of the Mohist school through the Taifu's three-dynasty policy.

There is also the Master and Jixia Academy mentioned by the Taifu, which aroused Xiao Luo's greater interest.

When the sky is over, we must go to have a look.

Back in Zhenwu Division, Li Fan rushed up and hugged him: "Xiao Luo, they are all appointed officials, where are Wei Lang and me?"

"You yourself rejected the General."

"That can't be nothing, can it?"

Xiao Luo gave him a frown: "What do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Li Fan thought hard, he was not interested in being an official, let alone gold, silver and treasures, and he couldn't drink too much, it seemed that he didn't need anything.

Xiao Luo asked Wei Lang again: "What do you want?"

Wei Lang blinked, thinking about what to ask Xiao Luo for.

He is different from Li Fanban, who grew up in Qingcheng Mountain and is used to being pure-hearted and ascetic.

Wei Lang was raised in Fugui Township and has seen everything.

"Hey, I want a lady, can you give it to me?"

"Find it yourself."

Xiao Luo pushed them away.

The Zhenwu Division was so badly damaged that it was almost in ruins. Su Dahan was sweating profusely directing the craftsmen to repair it.

"Master, you will move with me to the East Palace for the time being."

Xie Xuan was surprised: "You haven't been canonized yet, how can you live in the East Palace?"

"You can't live in a dilapidated house."

"Luoer, as the crown prince, if you don't abide by the rules, how can you make the world follow the rules?"

Xiao Luo smiled and said, "Master, what I abide by is the law, not the etiquette."

"Etiquette is the foundation of law."

"Today, the gentlemen and gentlemen of the world, who sincerely desire the wealth of the world, hate its poverty; desire the order of the world, but hate its chaos, they should love each other and benefit each other. This is the law of the sage king and the way of governing the world. It must be done. .”

Xie Xuan was stunned: "Have you started reading "Mozi" again?"

"Ha, I plan to study Juzi's theory and apply it to the attack and defense of Tianzi City."

The tenth of the first lunar month.

Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi and Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang met outside Longmen Yedu.

One goes north, the other goes south.

Li Han was flying in the pale yellow twilight in his white skirt, with the water of the great river behind him, flowing eastward mightily.

Luo Qingyang stood in the wilderness, with nothing behind him, but seemed to be carrying a Muliang City.

"We finally meet."

Li Hanyi said first that she came here for Luo Qingyang.

"We don't need to meet."

After receiving Yi Wenjun's news, Luo Qingyang immediately set off and ran thousands of miles to Tianzi.

"Did you know that I defeated Zhao Yuzhen?"

"What's so great about winning against him?"

"It's nothing special, it's just that I have a reason to challenge you."

Gu Jianxian, ranked first among the five great sword immortals.

Li Hanyi pulled out the Iron Horse Glacier, and the temperature in Yedu suddenly dropped, and there was snowflakes falling.

Luo Biaoyang's eyes flashed brightly, and he praised: "You have finally activated the sword soul of this sword, which was born in the thousand-year cold marrow of Kunlun Mountain."

"I want to see your Jiu Ge."

When Luo Qingyang was young, his family fell into disarray, and he came to Tianzi City alone, where he was taken in by the Shadow Sect master, Yi Wugou, and became Yi Wenjun's senior brother.

After Yi Wenjun entered the palace, he went far to the northern border and stayed in the deserted Muliang City, practicing sword day and night.

The name of the sword is Jiuge, and the meaning of the sword is bleak.

When Ye Dingtian led the Demon Cult's Eastern Expedition, Luo Qingyang mastered swordsmanship, and once protected Yi Wenjun to Gusu, where he saw Ye Dingzhi for the last time.

Everyone in the world knows that Luo Qingyang will do anything for Yi Wenjun.

"If you want to watch Jiuge, can you watch it for as long as you like after I come back from Tianzi?"

Li Hanyi shook his head: "Meeting is fate, you don't need to ask the date to prove the sword."

Luo Qingyang was silent for a moment, and then said: "You came here specially to find me, it seems that some people in Tianzi City don't want me to go."

Xiao Luo's shadow floated across Li Hanyi's mind, she smiled: "This is just a battle between you and me, I hope you don't get distracted, otherwise you will definitely lose."

"Then offend, there are people waiting for me in Tianzi City, I can't be defeated."

Nine songs sword out.

Wind in the wilderness.

The fluttering snow adds to the desolation.

Jiu Ge is not a famous sword, the sword technique is also created by Luo Qingyang, there are only eleven styles, which are:
Donghuang Taiyi, Yunzhongjun, Xiangjun, Mrs. Xiang, Da Siming, Shao Siming, Dongjun, Hebo, Shangui, Guoshang and Lihun.

Unlike Zhishui swordsmanship, Jiuge is not a move, but a sword dance.

Once dancing, like an ancient sacrifice, it cannot be interrupted.

Luo Qingyang, in a broad robe with big sleeves, raised his sword to the sky. His sword dance was solemn, smooth and magnificent, like a fairy coming from the clouds.

The first trick: Donghuang Taiyi.

The name of the Taiyi star, the god of the sky, is shrine in the east of Chu to match the East Emperor, so it is called the East Emperor.

Luo Qingyang danced and chanted: "Auspicious days come with Chen Liang, Mu Jiang is happy with the emperor; stroking the long sword with Yu Er, gong and clang with Lin Lang."

Li Hanyi was moved by his expression, almost wanting to join Luo Qingyang's dance.

But she chose to take out the sword, her heart moved with the sword, and she chopped off her head.

Behind him, the big river boiled, and the river water surged, shaking the sky.

Luo Qingyang twisted his figure, striding left and right, avoiding the Iron Horse Glacier by a hair's breadth.

The second trick: Yun Zhongjun.

Lord Yunzhong, God of Clouds.

With this dance, Gudu blew up a long wind, and the clouds gathered on the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Li Hanyi spun and flew up, her skirt and blue silk fluttering in the wind.

The Iron Horse Glacier slashed down from the sky, cut through the dark clouds, and saw the sun again.

The sword qi criss-crossed, forcing Luo Qingyang to retreat.

Jiuge's third change: Xiang Jun.

Luo Qingyang's sword dance gradually became fanatical, and the sword intent changed from remote simplicity to mysterious witch wish.

"Looking at the future of your husband, who cares about playing the difference? Flying the dragon and marching to the north, Bing my way and the Dongting."

Xiangjun, the god of Xiangshui, was transformed by Shun who died in Cangwu while visiting the south.

The ancient sages, how strong were their lives, how sad were their deaths, and how crazy were their thoughts.

Luo Qingyang's sword intent has the madness of a flying dragon, traveling thousands of miles, hopping up and down.

"Good sword! Good dance!"

Li Hanyi felt the wildness of Jiu Ge and the desolation of Luo Qingyang.

She was in mid-air, and struck again vigorously, the big river rushed up, followed the iron horse glacier, and turned into a glittering ice dragon.

The ice dragon turned to the flying dragon, and the two dragons roared, shaking the sky and shaking the earth.

Luo Qingyang's chest froze, his breathing became a bit disordered, and when he made the fourth move, his pace unexpectedly slowed down by a beat.

Ye Hanyi seized the momentary opening, flew down in an instant, and the sword merged into one, piercing Luo Qingyang's chest.

Luo Qingyang retreated while dancing, and said quickly: "The emperor descends to Beizhu, his eyes are dim and sorrowful. The autumn wind is curling up, and the waves of Dongting are under the leaves. Climb the white scorpion and look forward to it. .What is the bird in the apple, what is the bird in the wood."

Every time you read a sentence, you quit a few feet.

When the fourth trick was finished, Luo Qingyang had retreated thirty li.

In the wilderness where he retreated, a deep ditch was dragged out, which was the sword energy he vented through his steps.

Li Hanyi was in the air, his sword moves moved according to his heart, the sword intent opened and closed, and the two swords kept colliding, breaking Luo Qingyang's chant with a deafening intersecting sound.

"The reason why you are called the No. [-] Sword Immortal is because of the momentum of this sword dance. No one in the world can break your momentum until the last move is superimposed and can kill heaven and man."

Luo Qingyang was aroused by the sound of the sword and her words, and felt restless in his heart.

Yi Wenjun is in a dire situation, and his life is in danger every second. He is afraid that he will go too late and never see the woman he loves again.

"Li Hanyi, do you have to divide life and death?"

"Luo Qingyang, if you think you are invincible, I can stop. Li Hanyi won't prove the sword of evasion."

Luo Qingyang took a deep breath, Jiuge suddenly changed, and his figure became slow and dignified.

He broke his momentum and directly performed the ninth move: Mountain Ghost.

"The people in the mountains are full of fragrance and duruo, drinking stone springs and shady pines and cypresses, the king thinks of me and doubts; the thunder fills the sky and the rain is dark, and the chirping and chirping are the night chirping."

The wind is rustling and the trees are rustling, yearning for the person in my heart, and being sad alone.

The slow sword pose was full of indescribable sadness.

Yedu was speechless, the river was sad, and there seemed to be a sigh from the heaven and the earth, and he asked the sentence for Luo Qingyang: "Is it true or not that you miss me?"

Li Hanyi suddenly felt that the iron horse Binghe in his hand hung his head and cried out in mourning, her sword intent was actually suppressed by Luo Qingyang.

Even in my own heart, bursts of frustration and sorrow came out.

Who hasn't missed others?

Thousands of miles to the northern border, and for whom?
At this moment, Li Hanyi just wanted to abandon his sword and cry.

Just as her hand was gradually losing strength, a faint spark rose from the Lingtai, which was the sword seed hidden deep in her heart.

Li Hanyi woke up instantly. She was bewildered by Luo Qingyang's situation and almost lost her mind.

Hold Yuan Shouyi, hold the hilt of the sword again, and attack resolutely: "Xiaoxiang Floating Night Rain!"

If you want to be desolate, I will send you an even more desolate cold rain.

The Iron Horse Glacier lit up, shining brilliantly, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky turned into intense rainstorms in the infinite sword intent, pouring down from the sky.

Hearty.

(End of this chapter)