I Am Immortal

  Chapter 130 Cut!

  In a separate courtyard in the capital city of Zhongzhou.

   "Hahaha, why are you being so polite?"

   "If you have free time, then this hall will naturally go to see the scenery of Zhongzhou that Qing and the others mentioned."

"Just listening to Qing and other descriptions, I am already happy in my heart, and I don't really yearn for it, but you also know that I am busy with work, and the daily arrangements have been prepared. I have woken up from the time of sunrise and the morning dew. , every night at three o'clock, I can rest, but I don't know when and when I can go to have a look."

   "It is a blessing for this dynasty that His Highness is so diligent."

   "It's also the luck of the people in the world!"

   "Hahaha, why are you talking like those sycophants?"

A handsome man was holding a scroll, and was turning his head to chat with a majestic man, talking about all the elegant and interesting things in Zhongzhou, laughing and praising from time to time, and after a while, the majestic man got up and left, the handsome young man smiled and said: "Mr. Busy, this hall is here only for some private matters, so I won't keep you here."

  The voice paused, and then he joked: "Otherwise, I won't be able to use you if I get the name of a high-ranking local official."

  The majestic man smiled and said: "Everyone knows that His Majesty values ​​His Highness the Crown Prince very much."

   "We are not afraid of the shadow slanting, so we don't worry about this."

  The young man said: "We still need to be on guard."

  The majestic man laughed a few times, and cupped his hands: "Hahahaha, of course, His Highness doesn't need to send you off anymore, I will leave."

  The young man got up and saw the man off with a smile, and then sat down peacefully, holding a scroll in his hand, looking up, wondering what he was thinking, and suddenly said flatly: "Is everything done?"

"yes."

   "Take it out and have a look."

  A young man who was not as feminine as a man walked out, bowed to salute, poured tea for the prince, and then bowed back.

   When he turned out again, he was holding a tray in his hand.

  On the tray, store one thing.

It was a roll of white silk with names written in black characters. They were left by the army. The last one was Cen Yungui, who was fifty-five years old and joined the army at sixteen. The Battle of the North, the Battle of the Fissure of the Demon Kingdom, the Battle of Pacifying the Invasion of the Suzaku Tribe in the South...Accumulated military exploits, one hundred and sixty-three monster heads were accumulated in the army tent, and they were called Iron Cavalry Captains because of their martial arts. The sword conquers the world.

  Beside the brief introduction of the name, there is a pen and a small cinnabar.

  The prince picked up a pen, looking at the name, he didn't know what mood he was in, and said: "I was born in a commoner, but I was able to accumulate martial arts and become a cavalry captain. I have to say that I am a loyal and brave man, but I don't know the military order."

   "But I don't know who owns the world!"

   "Still a bit dull."

  Pick up the pen and erase the name.

This means that the name Cen Yungui, who fought for his country for forty years, escaped from death countless times, fought **** battles countless times, drank and sang songs countless times, the country of horse herding monsters no longer exists. Personal will does not have the slightest ability to resist at this time.

  The prince put down the pen and waved his hand.

  Then the feminine young man unfolded the scroll.

  The roll of white silk was unfolded, and there were many members with their names written on them.

  From a partial general of the Yunqi Army to the small pawns, densely packed, all of them have made great military exploits, and they were all erased by the cinnabar pen.

   On the white silk, there are all red marks.

  That's all.

   "Twenty-seven, this is the last one."

   "The rest are all dead."

  The handsome young man nodded and said casually, "By the way, where are the family members of these people?"

The feminine man smiled and bowed and said: "Except for some smarter ones, who never had family members, the rest have [deceased], the wives' clan, father's clan, mother's clan, and those who were close to each other have been disposed of. Do not leave any hands or feet, Your Highness can rest assured."

  The prince scolded with a smile: "Actually, you don't need to tell me about this matter, you just take care of it yourself."

   "After listening to it for no reason, people were moved with compassion. Maybe they couldn't drink alcohol or sleep well for several days."

   "Aren't you here to share my worries?"

  The feminine young man replied: "This matter needs to be written by His Highness himself."

The prince said: "Haha, you and I grew up together since we were young, and you know that I hate such trivial things the most, so you just help me share it, ahem, let's not talk about these boring things, What this hall is asking about is the [Ode to Dapeng], can you collect it?"

   "Father, he wants to change the year name, and say it is the beginning of reform with the people. This article by a celebrity has been liked by my father for a long time."

   "We came to Zhongzhou for this article, haven't you picked it up yet?"

  The feminine young man knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said, "Your Highness forgive me, I will wait a few more days..."

   "Kneel what kneeling."

   "You are my own family, different from those untouchables, get up."

  The prince smiled and asked his confidant to get up, and the latter naturally turned behind the prince and kneaded his shoulders for him.

  The prince relaxed, raised his glass to drink tea, and said to himself leisurely: "This time I came to this land of Zhongzhou for two things."

   "One is to congratulate the sage for this "Fu of Dapeng."

   "The second is for the two cousins ​​in this hall."

"After all, my cousin is the eldest son of my uncle, my uncle's subordinates, and my father. He can't and can't kill them all. We can only take it slowly. My cousin can't die, but he can't walk outside alive. This time , even if you want to force him, you have to take him back, just for the reason of [congratulations to the saint]."

   "As for my cousin..."

  The prince lowered his eyes, thinking of the appearance of playing together when he was young, but also thinking of the crown prince's uniform, he finally sighed and said:

   "Too smart, tell me, what should I do?"

  The feminine young man said: "This subordinate dare not say anything."

   "If you don't dare to say it, then you know it? Tell me."

   "I dare not."

   "Well, why don't you dare, there are only you and me here, I forgive you for your innocence."

  So the feminine young man in black clothes lowered his voice and said, "Marry."

The prince raised his eyes, thoughtfully: "Marriage... yes, killing is impossible, and it may cause some troubles. Why don't you just send it out to make a marriage? As for the marriage partner, if it's from other small countries, it's inevitable that some cousins ​​will be killed. Dominating the government and endangering my chances, it just so happens that my father seems to have plans to make peace with the Yao Kingdom..."

   "Find an excuse, marry to the demon country and get married."

   "The sky is high and the road is far away, and it is useless to be smart."

  The feminine youth said: "Your Highness is wise and kind."

  He raised his eyes slightly, seemed to think of something very interesting, and whispered a few times in the prince's ear.

The prince sighed sadly, and said: "What you said is not bad, if you are more cruel and merciless, it should be like this... Speaking of which, my father died because of those three demon kingdoms, so as you said, if I marry her to a certain demon country back then Lord of the country, tell me, what will my cousin, Bing Xin, who is as smart as a man, be as decisive as a man?"

   "Killed himself in humiliation."

   "Or do you mean that you will endure humiliation for the sake of the stability of the world?"

   "Or assassinate the lord of the demon country on the wedding night?"

  He was holding the teacup, suddenly seemed a little complicated, and said: "However, it's better not to talk about such things."

   "No matter what, I won't marry her to the demon country to get married."

   "I, can't do it."

  So the feminine young man seemed to sigh, regretful after all.

   Then he knelt down and kowtowed:

   "The prince is kind, please forgive me for lying."

  Prince said: "I asked you to say it, and there is no one else present here. What crime do you have? Get up."

Holding the tea, he finally said: "When I was young, I used to play with my cousins. At that time, my father and uncle had a harmonious relationship with each other. When my father made mistakes, it was always my uncle who made a noise." Guarantee him, when the plum blossoms were in full bloom, I was playing around with my cousin behind the tree, while my cousin was only studying there."

  “When I was young, I was always immature, and felt that the relationship between each other could last forever.”

   "Where can I expect such a situation?"

   "Although I won't send her to those three demon kingdoms for marriage, it's hard for her to stay in the imperial city."

"My brother can't bear to imprison his cousin, and he can't bear to marry his sister to the wilderness, but the crown prince has to do this. After all, I will still imprison Erlang in the palace, and then marry my cousin to our country Among the benevolent demon clan."

  Suddenly, his body moved slightly.

  The official from the state capital just walked out of the courtyard, his footsteps slightly settled.

For a moment, they all had the illusion that the hairs on their backs were standing on end, as if some kind of icy sharp blade was against their hearts, even within the realm of the human race, the boundless and boundless human luck seemed to be irresistible. At this moment, the entire other courtyard was peacefully silent, only the sound of his own heartbeat could be heard.

   But this feeling came and went quickly, and disappeared almost instantly.

  The prince looked down at the rippling tea in the teacup.

  What was that just now...

   Illusion?

When he was palpitating, he suddenly heard a burst of crying, and his expression changed slightly, so he got up, and quickly went back to the inner courtyard, where several maids and guards brought from the palace were bowing their knees, waiting for a group of A crying child, that child is only a few years old, young, is the youngest son of the current emperor.

   "Big brother, big brother."

   "I, I'm scared, woo woo woo..."

  The child cried and ran to hug the prince.

  The prince was very tolerant towards the child, and said, "What's wrong?"

The man who could have been the father of the next generation of emperors was still just a child at the moment, hugging his elder brother's knee and crying loudly, unable to speak clearly. It was not until a long time later that he was comforted and stopped crying. Sobbing softly, he said, "Imperial brother, I just had a dream, a very bad dream."

  “I dreamed that I found a bird, and then dreamed that the bird suddenly spread its wings and flew very high.”

   "I also dreamed that I found a small snake. It was only as thick as a finger at first, and it was wrapped around my wrist for playing. Suddenly it became very tall and big, but, but..."

The child cried again, and said, "I suddenly saw a man who cut off the bird and the dragon that flew into the sky with a sword, and the blood drenched me all over. I was frightened, and then I cried. wake up."

   If you don't make a song, you're done. It's a blockbuster.

   If you don’t fly, you’re fine, soar into the sky.

Such a strange dream made the prince's expression slightly changed, but he still suppressed the change in his heart, just squatted down to comfort his younger brother, and said with a smile: "The dream is just a dream, it's nothing, don't think too much. "

  He stretched out his hand to wipe his younger brother's tears, but was startled.

  There is a wound on the child's temple, not big, but it is real.

   Slightly stagnant.

   Then the prince reacted instantly and said angrily:

   "Come on, come on!"

   "There is a traitor!!"

  ………

  The Thief-Slaying Sword in Qi Wuhuo's palm screamed.

  He used this sword to strike the Prince's Qi Luck light beam horizontally, and only tried once. Sure enough, the confrontation of luck has nothing to do with the distance.

And this also comes from the will of all living beings and the [Sword of Killing Thieves], which is composed of the will of all living beings and a ray of vitality. For almost the same source of human luck, but two ways of cohesion, it has the same restraint as fire burns ice, or in other words It is the characteristics of mutual restraint and mutual ablation, but because of this, it can break the extremely strong defense of human luck, and can also avoid most of the backlash of luck.

   But even so, it is still just exempted rather than ignored.

His wrist was in severe pain from the shock, and the Thief-Slaying Sword seemed to be extremely passionate, but it was only a slash, but it had no effect. After all, the sword was just trying to condense, and the luck was not pure, and compared to the prince's majestic beam of luck. Said it was too weak.

  The young Taoist put the thief-killing sword into the scabbard.

   "It really doesn't work."

   "Even if I try my best, it is impossible to cause any harm to the prince."

   "After all, it is imitated from the internal logic of human luck. If you want to use the principle of human aura [protection] to complete the concept of this thief-killing sword [kill], isn't it the opposite?"

   "We still have to think of other ways."

  He put the sword aside.

   Bring up the dossiers and classics again, and go to the bookshelf to get more things you want to know.

  By relying on the intertwined luck just now, he glimpsed the roll of white silk full of ink marks and cinnabar.

  At this moment, I should put the sword in the sword box and continue to read the classics, but there seems to be a lingering feeling in the heart of the young Taoist. I always feel that some things should not be like this. Why is it like this? The old man who drank poisonous wine for seven years once fought to the death into the demon kingdom, and all his legs were amputated during the **** battle.

   Shouldn't he enjoy his old age?

   Isn't he a hero?

Thirteen stick monks burned the relics to open the way forward, six hundred sword repair soldiers disbanded, and ten thousand cavalry fought to the end, only twenty-seven people remained, and these twenty-seven people, who were unknown, drank seven Years of poisoned wine, watching the seven years of Spring and Autumn, drinking poisoned wine at night, watching the sword so many times that tears flowed down my face, and there are more than three million souls.

  The young Taoist stood quietly for a while.

  He put down the classics he picked up.

  The right hand was raised, and it rested on the hilt of the sword again.

  Raise the sword.

  Little Peacock asked suspiciously: "Aqi? Isn't it impossible?"

  The young Taoist replied earnestly: "It's impossible, it can't be done, it's not that it can't be done."

   "It just occurred to me."

   "It seems that being unable to do it and whether to do it or not are not the same thing. Being unable to do it is seeking an external result, which should be something the Master does."

  “To do or not to do is to ask me from within.”

   "I don't want to make it, I just want to do it."

  When the young Taoist held the sword in his hand, the sword screamed violently in the scabbard.

  "A cultivator should calm down and look around the world of mortals, but after I have looked around the world of mortals, if I still have this uneasy heart, I should draw my sword."

   "Since there is no law in the eyes of the king, then use force to violate the law."

  Gripping the sword with five fingers, the Thief-Slaying Sword roared again, and the blue Taoist robe suddenly swayed as he lowered his eyes.

  The general outline of the Hunyuan Sword Code circulated in his heart.

  The swordsman of the husband cuts off the seven emotions inside, and cuts off the ordinary heart outside.

Holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand, when he exerted a little force, his waist exerted force, and then his shoulders, elbows, wrists, and the sword rubbed against the scabbard, making a low groan. But when it exploded, there seemed to be red luck on the blade of the sword, only watching the prince's beam of luck from a distance, followed the method taught by the fortune teller, and slashed away.

  Or, it is to send the luck obsession on this sword.

  【Punish the evil party in the world, kill the ghosts in the underground】

The other courtyard where the prince and His Royal Highness temporarily lived was completely in chaos. A group of strong fighters gathered quickly, and there were also practitioners of Buddhism and Taoism. The prince's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand and drew his sword. Long Wei was vigilant with a sword in his hand, lowered his voice and said, "Is it a battle of luck?"

   "Which prince is it?"

   "Which county king?"

   "If it weren't for such an identity and status, how could it be possible to condense this luck and then attack it horizontally?"

  At this moment, an extremely tragic **** aura erupted again.

  Everyone's bodies seemed to freeze.

The prince raised his head abruptly, in his eyes he saw that the sky suddenly turned red, as if he saw a **** sword light slashing towards his own human destiny, as if he heard the roar of countless people, the prince recognized this It belongs to the human way, but he relaxed, and subconsciously reprimanded majesticly: "Rebel, do you know that I am the son of the emperor?"

   "Since you are a descendant of my human race, how dare you make a mistake here!"

   "Quickly retreat!"

  Raise your hand to mobilize your humanitarian luck to attack and block.

  Like a jade seal.

   Make all the people you see and the people you oppress kneel down.

   Suffer death!

  But this time, being able to resist Taoist supernatural powers, the human luck of Buddhist magic was shattered like this.

  The blood-red aura descended.

  It is constantly being offset by the luck of humanity, but its momentum does not stop at all.

  Boom! !

The violent air wave exploded, and the courtyard was almost submerged. The prince's complexion changed suddenly, as if he had never expected such a change. Heart palpitations made his eyes go blank, as if a rough voice was roaring in his ears, but he couldn't hear it.

   That voice is too weak.

   But too many, too complicated.

  My brain went blank, and time turned quickly.

   Blood flowed down, and the prince's shoulder was injured by the backlash of this luck.

   The pillar of luck is still strong.

That **** strange luck was shattered by the prince's own human luck. Even so, the aura that slashed towards him like a knife, ignoring the loss, even though it was only for a short moment, unexpectedly There was a tragic demeanor, the prince was short of breath, and the roll of white silk was lifted up in the air, torn and smashed, and scattered in all directions.

   There is still some sunshine left.

  The names erased by the cinnabar can still be seen through the cinnabar in the sun, like blood-stained figures.

  They came in armor and armed with swords, shouting thus—

  The crown prince finally heard that noisy, weak but thick roar, as if bursting out of thunder and fire, roaring with blazing anger and unwillingness—

   Kill the thief!

   Kill the thief! !

   Wow!

  The white silk was swept by the strong wind and danced in all directions, names scattered in all directions, and the setting sun was like blood.

   It seems that there is a sword like the sky and the sea of ​​clouds.

  The luck is condensed, like a sword slashing down, pointing directly at the prince.

  (end of this chapter)