Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 184 What qualifications do you have to accuse you!

The grievances between Xia Houchun and the Yang family originated from the day of the palace change.

At that time, Xia Houchun led the East Palace Guards to launch a palace coup, and conspired with Yang Zhong, the former right commander of the Yulin Army, to kill the noble concubine Xiao Mei, but Yang Zhong did not move, causing the former prince to fall into the "Palace Coup" like a moth to a flame. The trap was given to death by Xiao Mei with 'Royal Wine'.

Although things are different, Yang Zhong was also imprisoned afterwards, but Xia Houchun relied on Emperor Jing's favor and remained intact. So far, Yang wanted to turn around but lacked the determination to break the boat, and finally turned against him at a critical moment and became an abandoned son.

Even though the two met again in Fangchu's mansion in Luoyi, the eastern capital, Xia Houchun resisted the urge to kill Yang Zhong several times, but in the end because he wanted to find out the mastermind behind the scenes, he wanted to take a long time to catch big fish. Let it follow by your side.

At that time, Xia Houchun suspected that it was a "Hongmen Banquet" meeting in Fang's mansion. He happened to meet Xiao Yishao from the Xiao family and rejected him fiercely. After slapping the other party several times on the spot, he fanned him into the garden.

He also got acquainted with Liu Banshan, Liu Banshan, who is about to be the hero of the Liu family in the Nantou Zhennan Army, and met Liu Yu, the former head of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and also met the hidden Luo Yiling.

Of course, he also saw the battle between the banquet painter Luo Qiuyue and An Chengshou's "Painting Saint" masterpiece, and knew Wei Boyu's "mystery of death" and got acquainted with Sun Yuanhui, the eloquent daughter of the left-behind mansion in Dongdu. .

Except for the white-haired old man Shi Gongyi, who was unpredictable and had a Buddhist name, and the unpredictable Wang Steward, it was the left-behind prostitute who impressed him the most. Yu Xiahouchun was informed about the secret knot of the bead fetus, and he admitted that his father, Sun Yuanhui, who stayed behind in Dongdu, also received a flying letter from the Dongyan Army, but he did not agree.

Now, this Ms. Sun, who is full of lies, is afraid that her plan to gain profits by cheating and abducting her will come to nothing. Not only will she lose money by stealing chickens, but she will also lose her personal wealth and be scammed completely.

A few days ago, the Qinzhou army sent a message that they had jumped over Qingliang Mountain and arrived in Daizhou. Unexpectedly, the lieutenant generals of the army suddenly mutinied. Hua Yuanhua, the Liangzhou school lieutenant who happened to arrive, took action to suppress it. After shooting and killing three lieutenants and five hundred rebellious Song Yanqing former troops, the decline was stopped.

However, what surprised Xia Houchun was that Wang Jin, who had met him once in the Songjing Mansion, showed great loyalty and courage. The tent was firmly guarded, and his son Wang Shili was sent to suppress the mutinous soldiers. Among the thousands of troops, he beheaded Yang Zhong. After going around the camp, he and his father Wang Jin assisted Ding Zhongyin in the survey rebellion.

Mentioning Wang Jin, Xia Houchun's mind came up with the scene of him and his children kneeling outside Qinzhou city on one knee and praying to follow him when he left Qinzhou. Xia Houchun even comforted him a few words , and politely declined the man on the grounds that 'this trip to the north of the palace is to comfort the imperial border, and it is not suitable to drag the family with the family'.

Unexpectedly, after Wang Jin thanked him, he turned around and joined the Qinzhou Army, and asked Ding Zhongyin to tell him that if the prince hadn't rescued him that day, he would have ordered his son to kill the greedy and lustful Qinzhou governor Shi Zhouxian, but that is undoubtedly the case. It would put him in prison, and even if he fled with his family afterwards, he would be wanted by the governor's office and even the Qinzhou government.

Fortunately, Xia Houchun appeared and saved his Wang Jin family, so after careful consideration, he decided to join the army and follow the prince to the north.

And because of Yang Zhong's rebellion and punishment, Xia Houchun felt bad for the Hongnong Yang family, and even harbored hostility towards Master Wei Yang, so he had the idea of ​​"subduing".

At least, he does not allow another real person to hide in the dark, who can take his head off anytime and anywhere.
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Flying swordsman beheaded thousands of miles away, soaring above the sky, he is also a fairy in the sword.

The courtyard was deep, with broken walls and ruins. Sun Fengwei was about to sneak away, but Song Xiaowan glared at her and shouted coquettishly, "Catch her."

Therefore, this left-behind daughter who intended to tarnish Xia Houchun's reputation became a prisoner.

On the contrary, Song Zhao secretly hated him. Taking advantage of Yang Weijun's battle against Xia Houchun, he used the weird secret technique of "Golden Cicada Escapes its Shell", quietly escaped from the lock of Zhichan and other Qi machines, and escaped.

The sound of the sword chanting was like a beeping sound, and the vibrato was like the vibration of a bowstring. The buzzing sound was loud, and the sound of piercing the air was shrill and ear-piercing, reaching Yang Weijun's face.

It was too late to say, but in an instant, Shan Jianqing and the Zigui sword complement each other, changing camps up and down, left and right, and flying alternately, looking from a distance like two inseparably entwined blue and purple auras circling and circling Come in, dazzling and beautiful.

However, the piercing sword energy carried invisibly is like a sharp blade that cuts bones and flesh, making other people's cheeks ache and sore, and the evil spirit that belongs to sword repairers flies around like crimson sparks, piercing their bodies like embroidery needles , creepy, shuddering.

Everyone's hearts trembled, Tianxin looked strangely, and said to himself: "What kind of monster is this guy?"

Murong Yan and You Rongyan, with a gooseneck standing upright, like a proud little peacock, she smiled, with joy and admiration in her eyes, "As expected of you, you are as talented as ever."

Feeling lost, the swordsman sighed: "There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has been in the limelight for hundreds of years."

The burly middle-aged man turned to ask Zhang Xianming, "If I call you you, how many days will it take?"

"Mr. Zhang", who is honored by Confucian disciples, has always boasted of being "extraordinarily talented, crowned state county". After hearing this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and after holding back for a long time, he burst out: "Every line is like a mountain, a majestic saint How can it be compared to the low-level path?"

Song He glanced at him expressionlessly, Zhang Xianming froze and smiled embarrassingly.

"Concentrate on watching the battle." The old man didn't reprimand and admonish him, but just left this sentence lightly, and didn't say any more.

The sword energy was terrifying, Yang Weijun's eyes shrank, and when the warning sign appeared in his heart, he drew back without hesitation.

But Shan Jianqing and the other three flying swords followed like a shadow, especially the Nanke sword, which seemed to shuttle between the virtual and the real, and escaped within the yin and yang. All parts of his body are like maggots attached to the bones, which are difficult to get rid of.

"Drink!" Seeing that going on like this is not an option, he thought about the method taught by the sect to deal with sword cultivators.

The way of flying swords is not common, but it is not a rare method. Since Xuanzong knocked down the second "Jianzong" in the world 300 years ago, the power of sword repair has never been the same, not to mention the fact that the way of swordsmanship originated from sword refining. There are many steps, such as learning swords, studying skills, cultivating sword pills, and refining sword energy, etc., and the road is difficult.

In particular, he still suffers from the pain of sword energy eroding into the body, going crazy, and even thousands of swords piercing the heart. If you count the self-cultivation of high-quality sword pills, brewing sword energy, and realizing the sword intent, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, so Looking inside and outside Dajing, there are many swordsmen, but very few disciples who are really immersed in the line of swordsmanship.

In addition, most of the remaining reasons are the suppression and sanctions from the Taoist sect. For this reason, the "Sword War" 300 years ago, the Taoist sect developed dozens of methods to curb sword repair.

After more than ten years, they finally gained something. They believed that first of all, the biggest weakness of sword cultivators is their own bodies. Since they have practiced swords, their physical bodies are slightly weak. If they can kill the cultivator in one fell swoop, they will fly The sword naturally collapsed without attacking, and Yang Weijun subconsciously glanced at the pale golden defensive magic weapon on Xia Houchun's body, and knew that this way was not going to work.

Since he couldn't kill the monks, he could only work on his 'flying sword'. A thought flashed in the corner of his eyes. The power of the flying sword lies in its ability to kill first, especially to restrain its sharpness in cutting things. It was the most important thing, his eyes flashed, and he slapped the storage pouch on his waist with his big hand, and a wisp of veil flew out.

The name of this yarn is called shark silk, and it is said that it is a light yarn woven by sharks in the South China Sea. The yarn is tough and unbreakable. It is tight, and because of this, the silk has also been refined into shark's tears and South Sea clam beads, which can suppress the sharpness of Jian Xiu's flying sword, so it can have the effect of trapping the sword.

The thin silk came out of the sleeves, and the scarf stretched into the sky, blocking the two flying swords of Shan Jianqing and Zigui, who were like broken bamboos. The tighter it is, the sooner the two swords will be trapped like wrapping zongzi.

laugh!
Jianguang suddenly appeared.

Yang Weijun's face changed, it was actually the Nanke sword that broke through the void.

His heart sank, he never expected that the crocodile would be useless to this sword, and looking at its free and easy posture, it seemed that the crocodile was never in his eyes.

When Song Xiaowan saw the shark, she rolled her eyes and said to Murongyan in a low voice: "Sister Murong, this treasure is similar to your white brocade, after the prince brother snatches it later, let her give it to you. "

With a smile on her face, she said quietly: "But don't use it to kill people, it's too elegant."

Murong Yan rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Brother Shi is still fighting with others, danger is everywhere, life and death are unpredictable, don't you worry?"

"Hmph, Sister Murong, you don't understand now. In my opinion, if the elder brother of the prince hadn't studied the flying sword, he might be defeated by this person, but after he can kill people with the sword, then even if he is defeated, he will still be defeated." be invincible.”

She giggled, "So what we're thinking about is how to divide those treasures after the prince's brother wins."

In the blink of an eye, Murong Yan turned his face upright, looked at Song Xiaowan seriously, and said, "I'm not as good as you."

"Hee hee hee, no, I just saw that grandpa didn't move, so I knew that the prince's brother would definitely not be in danger."

Murong Yan is not this simple and lovely eldest lady of the family, she is vain and sweet. After watching the battle with concentration for a while, she said in a concentrated voice: "Don't be negligent."

Song Xiaowan's cherry mouth was slightly deflated, and her small and exquisite Suzaku embroidered shoes kicked Sun Fengwei who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and muttered, "It's boring."

Sun Fengwei snorted in pain, "You!"

The little girl immediately raised her eyebrows, "Huh?"

Sun Fengwei immediately pursed her lips and remained silent. She was also a child of the aristocratic family, and she knew better than the true and innocent Murong Yan that this Miss Song Mansion in front of her was the real hateful one.

Quirky, unruly and willful, even under the protection of the Song Mansion, Song Xiaowan is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, seemingly gentle and delicate, but in fact she is cruel and merciless.

Of course, all of this is just Sun Fengwei's personal prejudice and does not represent anyone else.

Song Xiaowan rolled her eyes, glanced quietly at Murong Yan, and pretended to sigh: "Oh, what a pity, such a precious treasure will be given to another lady by the prince's brother in the future.

Take a look at her, she is already a fair lady, if she puts on this crocodile gauze with her graceful and graceful figure, and makes a pose in the spring breeze, tsk tsk tsk, I'm afraid even my heart will be moved, the palm is weak and the dance clothes are so light. "

Murong Yan cast a sideways glance at Song Xiaowan, which means you should try it, Song Xiaowan laughed a few times.

Just like what Song Xiaowan said, the charming figure is covered with crocodile gauze, like an ethereal murloc, twisting its figure in the air, it must be a beautiful scenery.

But what if a middle-aged man in a black Taoist robe is covered with a layer of pink silk?
That picture is unimaginable, it makes people have goosebumps all over their bodies, their hairs stand on end, and they shudder.

Xia Houchun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and helplessly looked at Yang Weijun, who was guarding against him, "Master Yang, your image may be detrimental to your prestige."

Unexpectedly, the other party's face was blushing and his heart was beating, "Why, what tricks does His Royal Highness have? Just use it."

Although he lost his face, Yang Weijun still felt that his face was hot and a little hot.

Xia Houchun smiled slightly, silk yarn is not suitable to break through, but Yang Weijun forgot that he has a magic weapon to restrain this silk thing.

He patted the storage bag embroidered with mandarin ducks. This sachet was originally Xiao Jiyue's gift to Xia Houchun as a token of love, but he used it as a storage bag, although it does have the effect of storage.

A crimson light appeared in his hand, Xia Houchun held the fire phoenix bow, tightly clasped the bowstring of the phoenix tendon, creaked, pulled it to the full moon, and the phoenix feather arrow automatically floated up.

Whoosh!
A distance of several zhang came in the blink of an eye, and sharp arrows came through the air in an instant. Under Yang Weijun's discoloration, the cluster of arrows pierced the crocodile like a shattering one.

A crisp sound.

The silk was broken, and the unique fire aura of the Fire Phoenix Bow instantly burned the crocodile. The mountain gradually turned green, and the Purple Osmanthus Sword followed closely behind, attacking the city and plundering the land like a bamboo, smashing directly at the Huanglong's chest to Yang Weijun's chest.

"Good method!" Seeing that the two magic weapons were unable to achieve meritorious deeds, Yang Weijun smiled exasperatedly, and with a Miao Zan, his smile suddenly disappeared, and his eyes turned cold.

Since the two paths of beheading monks and restraining the flying sword are not feasible, the last one can only be chosen.

The last way to kill sword repair is the 'dirty sword'.For sword cultivators, the way of flying swords lies in "intelligence". At that time, the flying swords had no owner, and it was useless to harm the overall situation. But now Xia Houchun has really stepped into the way of swordsmanship, and entrusted his spiritual consciousness to these three flying swords On the other hand, as long as this ray of consciousness is erased and this layer of spiritual accumulation is polluted, although it will not destroy people immediately, it can also seriously injure their vitality.

His eyes were deep, and he suddenly said: "Little friend Xiahou, if you follow me to the Cui family, apologize to Mrs. Cui, and admit your mistake, how about this matter being exposed?"

He looked sincere and serious, "Don't worry, someone Yang will keep you safe."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's eyes were fixed, huh, if they can't win, they ask for peace?

But is this way of song summation too difficult?
Below Song Xiaowanjiao shouted: "Brother Prince is my Dajing Crown Prince, you asked him to humbly apologize to others? The surname is Yang, are you out of your mind?"

Tianxin's face was frosty, her breath was cold, her eyes flashed coldly, and she said sharply: "I don't know what to say."

Even Murong Yan's eyes froze, and he said coldly: "Idiots are talking about dreams."

Xia Houchun was startled when he heard the words, and shook his head with a broken smile. He said with a half-smile on his face, "Master Yang, you want the crown prince of this palace to apologize to Mr. Cui? Are you sure you are right?"

Yang Weijun sighed, and said with regret: "Since this is the case, then Yang can only destroy these three flying swords of yours."

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Weijun patted the storage pouch, and a red wishful handle appeared in his hand. It was bloodshot all over, and it was tender and beautiful, as if it had just been picked up from the blood, and there was still a cloud of blood floating all over it, and there was a strong smell of blood permeating it from afar. .

The corner of Xia Houchun's eyes twitched, and his tone was gloomy, "You have such a magic weapon!"

Yang Weijun was calm and calm, and said lightly: "How can the magic weapon be divided into good and evil? It's just imposed by monks."

Murong Yan stared, and said sharply: "The evil spirit is so full, it seems that more than ten thousand people must be killed, that is to say, there are at least tens of thousands of people who died because of the blood, and you said that there is no right or wrong. What is this? Do you really think we are blind!"

Yang Weijun sneered and said: "Do you feel sorry for the tens of thousands of people who died? Do you know how many people died under the horseshoes in the years of Dongjing's founding of the country? How many people died under the horseshoe? At that time, why didn't you make a big fuss?" To mercifully stop Dongjing from massacring the city and destroying the village?"

He sneered and said: "And when Xuanzong wiped out all the sects, how many people were those so-called 'evil demons and crooked ways' who were killed? Now I will tell you that there are a hundred thousand monks!"

His eyes were indifferent, and he said slowly: "This is not counting the ordinary people who are vassalized by various factions. If all of them are counted, the entire Jinzhou City will not be filled with dead people."

Xia Houchun's eyes were deep, and he said slowly: "It is the great plan of our country to conquer the disobedient ministers in Dongjing. It is not only to save the tyranny of the former Yan Dynasty, but also to end the disputes in the troubled times. The merits of the country will benefit the future, otherwise the princes will be left alone." The attack will inevitably lead to the loss of life, and hundreds of millions of people will also be in dire straits, so it is in accordance with the fate of heaven."

He stretched out his sleeves, "Telling you this is not to explain to you, but to tell you that the way of heaven is permanent, and all things have their own limits, and all follow its laws."

He paused, looked down at Yang Weijun with a high posture, and looked down at him coldly, "I just thought that you are an upright and upright cultivator. You can find the way of immortality from the top, and see the secrets of living beings with spirits from the bottom. Only then can you search for secrets, visit immortals and ask questions, and become a real existence of great freedom, great freedom, and great real people."

There was sarcasm in his eyes, and he sneered: "But now it seems that I have admitted the wrong person. At this moment, you are not looking for the right way, but you are putting the cart before the horse, using evil methods to cultivate spiritual treasures, killing ordinary people without any shame. Let me ask, like you What qualifications do people with corrupted minds and consciences have to pursue the Dao and Immortal Paths?"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Weijun's face turned blue and red, his eyes were gloomy like water, and his appearance of a real person disappeared in an instant. There was only an evil monster who would do anything to defeat the enemy.

Tianxin's eyes were piercing, and he said coldly: "A devil is a devil. He acts treacherously and does a lot of evil. No wonder he is cast aside by the world."

"shut up!!!"

Yang Weijun let out a loud shout, and his voice went through all directions, rolling like thunder, mighty and mighty.

His eyes were red, and he said in a desperate voice: "You were born into a wealthy family, with no worries about food and clothing. There are elders who love and care for you; you have servants and servants, countless powerful slaves, and minions everywhere. How can you know what I, Song, did in the past? Suffering?"

"Everyone has been dressed in fine clothes since they were young, wearing Russian blogs, and wearing gold and jade. It is hard to know the hardships and hardships of the world? That's all. You people claim to be elites, but you can stand on the so-called moral high ground self-righteously. , other than blindly blaming others, what else can you sit on?"

He flicked his sleeve robe fiercely, "Remember what I said, you officials who are powerless and only corrupt and lazy, what can you sit on?"

He looked directly at Xia Houchun, and said word by word: "And you, the person who is the least qualified to teach me Song here is you. If it weren't for you Xiahou, how could my Yang family be reduced to the devil's minion?"

"If Taizong didn't demote my whole family, my Yang family would still be an immortal clan for thousands of years, and it was all because of you! It was all because of your Xiahou clan!"

Xia Houchun's eyes were deep, and he suddenly sneered and said: "Joke! You Yang family has no eyes, you don't know the fate of my ancestors, you wantonly interfere with the laws of heaven, and try to draw the fate of the Great Jing Kingdom for your Yang family's personal gain. In such a situation, you are just belittling you." The official positions of a few people are extrajudicial favors!"

His gaze gradually became fierce, "Why, could it be that Er Hongnong Yang's family is going to plot rebellion?"

hum! !

A wave of hot blood rushed straight into his brain, and Yang Weijun's breath exploded.

Ruyi squeezed the blood in his hand.

with a snap.

The magic weapon shattered in an instant, and the huge blood-stained air swayed away in an instant.

Almost at the same time, Xia Houchun, who was twenty feet in front of him at some point, suddenly pulled him.

Nan Kejian, Shan Jianqing and other flying swords held down by Yang Weijun trembled, and were directly pulled back by Xia Houchun.

Immediately he turned and left.

At the same time, he raised his head and shouted: "Monk, escort!"

Above the sky, Sanskrit sounds burst out, and the sound of Longzhong and Dalu resounded through the sky.

There are gods and Buddhas all over the sky, sitting cross-legged, overlooking the people below.

Yang Weijun raised his head suddenly, and the others only saw gods and Buddhas, but he saw a giant palm descending from the sky, clasping the bottom tightly and pressing down slowly.

In an instant, the sea of ​​clouds churned and the world trembled.

With disheveled hair and red eyes, he roared, "So you actually wanted to kill me!"

Xia Houchun, who was fleeing hundreds of feet away, turned around suddenly, his gaze was colder than ever before: "I have said from the beginning, I want to kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, the three flying swords on his body floated into the air again, trembling, and he shouted sharply:
"kill"

At the same time, he silently said in his heart: close the door and let the monk go.

As if saying nothing, the old monk in the sky pressed it expressionlessly.

Boom.

The giant palm of Qingtian slammed down.

Everything is settled.

(End of this chapter)