The heavens started from the Sun Moon God Religion

Chapter 124 The Gathering of Heroes
Late at night, Qianqing Palace.

The palace is brightly lit and warm as spring.

In the main hall, Lu Song, the Commander of Jin Yiwei, dressed in a silver flying fish suit, stood with his hands down.

Click!

The 25-year-old Jiajing Emperor Zhu Houcong sat high in the dragon chair, and with a crackling sound, he crushed a small piece of bamboo tube in his hand, revealing a small piece of paper inside.

He spread out the paper, his eyes swept over, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were as deep as the bottom of the deep sea, even Lu Song couldn't see what the emperor in front of him was thinking.

In the 12 years since he ascended the throne, Emperor Jiajing has always lived in a low-key manner. On all important matters of the imperial court, the cabinet would provide ideas and regulations, and then the Chief of Ceremonies would approve them and submit them to the emperor for reading.

And most of the time on weekdays, Zhu Houcong lived in the deep palace, practicing martial arts and Taoism under the guidance of Wudang School, Zhengdao and other masters.

Under the accumulation of countless precious materials and secret treasures in the imperial palace, it has broken through to the peak of the second-rate realm in 12 years, and it is believed that it will break through to the first-rate realm in a short time.

Martial arts progressed very quickly, but the emperor, who advocated martial arts and Taoism, did not slack off at all.

However, in martial arts training, diligence is important, but talent and talent are also indispensable. In Lu Song’s view, the martial arts talent of the emperor in front of him may be considered to be above average, but compared with Lu Jiu, Dongfang Bubai, Feng Feng, etc. Compared with Qingyang and others, they are far behind.

Zhu Houcong stared at the piece of paper for a long time, then suddenly closed his eyes, and the paper slipped silently from his palm.

"Commander Lu!"

Lu Song's spirit was shaken, and he said quickly: "The servant is here."

Zhu Houcong pondered for a moment, then asked, "Has anyone been found?"

Lu Song lowered his head: "The servants have already dispatched most of the Jinyiwei in the capital, and Eunuch Lu sent someone from the East Factory, but...

The servant is incompetent!Please punish me, Your Majesty! "

Zhu Houcong opened his eyes, looked directly at Lu Song, his eyes were sharp and cold: "You should understand the importance of this matter!"

The cold words shocked Lu Song. Even though he was Zhu Houcong's confidant, he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart. If this matter couldn't be done well, he might have lost his position as the commander of Jinyiwei.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty!"

Frightened, Lu Song quickly assured Zhu Houcong: "Before dawn, my subordinates will definitely catch and even kill Zhao Ding!"

Zhu Houcong nodded: "Send another person to watch near the Canggong Building to see what's going on with Lu Jiu!"

"Yes!"

……

Lu Song led away, and the whole hall fell into silence again.

After a long time, Zhu Houcong got up and changed into his regular clothes, and came to a side hall.

The candles in the hall were dim and flickering.

Zhu Houcong came to a bookshelf, and twisted his palm on one of the white jade porcelain bottles. With the sound of "rumbling", a dark and deep portal appeared behind the bookshelf.

After waiting for a moment, Zhu Houcong stepped in.

A quarter of an hour later, a rock on the back hill of the imperial city shook, revealing Zhu Houcong's figure.

After finding a direction, Zhu Houcong unfolded his body skills and quietly disappeared into the night like a wisp of breeze.

……

In the south of the city, Songhe Villa.

The whole villa is built on the mountain, with stone walls as walls, the walls are two or three feet high, surrounded by iron nets.

In a hall at the highest point in the villa.The hall is brightly lit, and the light shines on every corner.

Six large carved chairs were lined up side by side, and these six chairs were already full of people at the moment.

"Haha... I didn't expect that Gang Leader Liu, the Dragon King of Jianghan, who is invincible in the Jiangnan area, would also be invited."

Opposite to Liu Fengzhou, Jianghan Dragon King of the Hengjiang Clan, Yue Buqun, head of the Wuyue Sect, said with a smile, he held a folding fan in one hand, and curled up a pair of orchid fingers in the other, giving people a kind of obsession in a trance.

"This head doesn't remember any enmity between the Hengjiang Gang and Lu Jiu?"

Liu Fengzhou frowned. It was rumored in the Jianghu that Yue Buqun was a righteous gentleman who was given the nickname Junzijian. How could he behave like a eunuch when he saw him now?
There is absolutely no temperament of a righteous gentleman.

On the other hand, a young man standing behind Yue Buqun made Liu Fengzhou take a second look. There was an inexplicable sharp energy surging in his body, and he obviously had a deep passion for swordsmanship.

According to Yue Buqun, this person is his eldest disciple Linghu Chong, and he is also the successor of the former Huashan Sword Master. He has a rather elegant demeanor.

In terms of magnanimity alone, Linghu Chong was somehow higher than his master Yue Buqun.

Thinking of this, Liu Fengzhou turned his eyebrows and glanced at the person beside him.

Dressed in a red robe, with a few petals stuck between his eyebrows, his words and deeds are feminine and charming. It is Dongfang Sheng, the re-established leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, who has now been renamed Dongfang Bubai.

undefeated?

Liu Fengzhou sneered coldly, and asked who among the heroes in the world can always win and never lose?
Even Lu Jiu, the devil who ruled the world, would probably be buried in the palace soon, right?
"Master, eat an orange!"

Behind Dongfang Bubai, stood a middle-aged man with sunken eyes and skin and bones, but he exuded a cold and forbidding aura, like a drowned ghost in a dry well, which was intimidating.

Dongfang Bubai smiled charmingly, opened his small cherry mouth, and ate the orange slice handed over by the middle-aged man.

At the same time, he took another piece of orange from the middle-aged man's hand and handed it to the middle-aged man's mouth: "Brother Lian, come! You can eat a piece too."

The middle-aged man is none other than Yang Lianting of the hundred households in Baishan City of Jinyiwei in the past.

Only 12 years ago, Yang Lianting was a burly man with a rough appearance, but now he is like a dead tree, looking more like a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s.

Smiling indulgently, Yang Lianting ate the orange petals in Dongfang Bubai's hands.

Seeing the two people acting like this, Liu Fengzhou, Linghu Chong and others all felt chills on their bodies.

"Boundless Daoist, Layman Yang, your brows and eyes are dark, and your skin and flesh are disfigured. This is clearly a sign of loss of energy and blood." On the other side, Zhang Taisu, a celestial master, said with a whisk.

Dongfang Bubai glanced at him.

But Yang Lianting smiled coldly at Zhang Taisu.

call!
A gust of wind suddenly blew up, and Yang Lianting swept to Zhang Taisu's side like the wind, with his skinny five fingers spread out, like a big net hanging towards Zhang Taisu.

"Humph!"

"Stubborn!"

Zhang Taisu snorted coldly, kicked his feet, his body and the chair he sat on flew backwards, dodging Yang Lianting's claws, and the silk whisk in his hand exploded like a steel rod, urging endless sharp air to sweep towards Yang Lianting.

"Ok?"

Yang Lianting smiled coldly and grabbed Fuchen with his big hand, but it was the latecomer who came first and grabbed Fuchen in his hand.

"I don't know how to live or die! You..."

Zhang Taisu also sneered, and was about to use his strength to break the whisk, but unexpectedly, a terrifying suction force came from the palm holding the whisk, and the true energy in his body poured into Yang Lianting's body like a flood.

(End of this chapter)