Chapter 438

In April of Xuanping, Ling Jia Meng Su led 50000 cavalry to rush southward from ningzhou, and attacked Tongguan in one day. The Central Plains was shocked by his achievements. The Ling Jia flag inserted above Tongguan echoed the flag of Guangnan Road, and many people began to turn their attention away.

The setting sun, like a wheel, reflected the surging Yellow River water more bright red, and the towering mountain shadows on three sides of Tongguan also took on magical colors. A bright azalea leaned out of the mountain wall and bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, bringing out a glimmer of vitality.

Meng Su sat on the top of the city wall and looked at the bustling flow of people in the small town below. In only half a month, the small town had recovered its former prosperity. There were still traces of thunderbolts on the city wall, but the people below had already recovered their smiles.

This is due to the Ling family's philanthropy in Shaanxi Road for so many years. Large tracts of farms in Weinan, mines in Lingbao, and medicine mountain in Tongguan. Wherever Ling family is located, roads are built and schools are established free of charge. No matter whether men or women are taught for free until the age of 15, spring ploughing can borrow seed farm tools on credit, autumn harvest can hire labor, rent low, and ensure sufficient security. In this area, Ling family's reputation is far greater than Tianjia, Because Tianjia makes you unable to live, Ling Jia not only gives you a way to live, but also sacrifices himself to protect your life.

So as soon as his army arrived in Qinchuan and bypassed Chang'an city to this place, when he saw the flag of the Ling family, local people took the initiative to lead the way, and even opened the small gate of Tongguan city. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to attack Tongguan and jintaiguan in one day.

Tongguan is in hand. When he Li's army comes down, it can attack Chang'an city. In this way, the east of the Guanzhong river is in hand, forming a pressure on the Central Plains.

Unconsciously, Meng Su held nuanyu again and gently rubbed her. Meng Su's eyes looked to the south again, and she didn't know where she was now. Last year, after receiving the message that she left Beijing safely, the Ling family captured Guangnan road. Knowing that the Ling family had raised the flag, Meng Su changed his flag. Before the snow melted, he left Du ming to fight against the Dangxiang and led the army from the north, The northwest army and Xiang soldiers who refused to obey Shaanxi Road were killed all the way, and now there are only 50000 soldiers shrinking in Chang'an city.

Qingyu, when I call Chang'an, should you also come?

The sky is dim, and the morning light shines faintly on Shaoshi mountain, with mist swirling, as if it were real or unreal,

The morning bell rang slowly, winding and reverberating in the woods. The gate of Shaolin Temple was opened. The little monk with a broom rubbed his eyes and went out the door to sweep the floor. He heard a solemn voice saying, "master, I'm here at the three-year appointment of Master Kong Wu. Please inform me."

The little monk was stunned, raised his head, and saw two people standing in front of the temple, holding the reins in their hands, with dew on their shoulders. He thought he had waited here for some time, and hurriedly saluted: "the two benefactors are polite, and Master Kong Wu is still in seclusion, so he doesn't see outsiders."

The two men came out from under the tree. In the morning sun, the person in front was as beautiful as heaven and man, but his face was as cold as jade, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

The young man said faintly, "please tell Kong Wu, little master, that Ling JIAYE's ten night spirit should come at his appointment three years ago."

Three years ago, the battle of Wolong peak was a pain Shaolin dared not mention. Kong Wu, who has always been responsible for supporting justice, actually helped the tyrant and killed Yan San by mistake. Kong Wu was closed for three years. This matter is well known in Shaolin Temple.

However, after three years of seclusion, Kongwu's strength is higher. This boy is only sixteen or seventeen years old. How can he be his opponent? Dare to challenge?

"Please wait a moment, benefactor. I'll go to the messenger right now." The little monk saluted again, dragged the broom and ran inside. Anyway, it was the owner who came to the door, but he could not deal with it as a little monk sweeping the floor.

Kong Wu has been closed for three years, and his skills are only afraid to be more refined. Even if ye Xi has made great progress in martial arts, he will not be his opponent. Night soul silently looks at Ye Xi's back. He brings himself here, and does he want to collect his body by himself?

Yan Qi died of an old injury three years ago. Without him, there would have been no demon moon. Ye Xi lowered his eyes and hid a trace of blood red from the bottom of his eyes. After breaking the army of King Cheng, Xiao se temporarily reached an agreement with Han Ziqing to clean up the remnant of King Cheng and those Wuling barbarians together. He scattered his subordinates to chase Ling Qingyu. When Xiangyang caught up with her, he heard that Yan Qi was dead, and his heart was hurt. Seeing her eyes again, his heart was broken.

Even if she didn't say anything to blame him, he couldn't pass his level, so he came to find Kong Wu to keep the appointment. Even if he died, he would have to fight.

The mountain wind blew, blowing the leaves of the tree in front of the temple, and the undulating sound of chanting scriptures came out of the temple door.

Night spirit was restraining his mind, secretly thinking about a move in the Mohist knife technique. Seeing ye Xi's side looking at the road up the mountain, his ear moved, and he heard the sound of horses' hoofs coming from the mountain path.

The two looked at each other, stepped back and became invisible under the shadow of the tree.

A dozen horses ran up from the mountain path. One of them was in his forties. His eyebrows were frowned and he was very serious. Next to him was a beautiful woman in red. The men who followed him were all with swords hanging from their waist and wearing uniform clothes. It looked like the style of the Wulin aristocratic family.

auzw. When he got to the door, the middle-aged man raised his voice and said, "Master Kong Xuan, Luoyang shuilianqing asks for an audience."

A monk in brown cassock came out of the door. After glancing at them, he saluted and said, "benefactor water, the abbot has said many times that Shaolin is a Buddhist and does not participate in secular affairs. I'd better ask benefactor water to go back."

"Master Mingxu, now the puppet emperor in Bianjing has no way, and the people all over the world are in dire straits. Shaolin has always been responsible for upholding justice. How can he sit idly by? The prince of duan'an has always been thinking of the people, and now he stands up for the people all over the world. Is Shaolin unwilling to support such a bright King?" Shuilianqing shouted.

Mingxu saluted again and said, "Shaolin is an outsider. You can't interfere in worldly affairs. Water donor doesn't have to say much. Please leave quickly."

"My father has invited you again and again for the sake of making friends with Shaolin for many years. You are so arrogant that you are not afraid of the princess sending troops to attack? Even if your Shaolin martial arts are unparalleled, you can't stop the princess's 100000 army!" The woman in red snorted coldly and snapped.

"Xiang'er!" Shuilian qingduan drank, and then saluted Mingxu: "little girl Wuxing, please don't be surprised, master Mingxu, but what little girl said is true. If Shaolin doesn't help the prince, the prince is afraid that it's hard to say."

Mingxu has been bowing down with a very polite appearance. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at shuilianqing with bright eyes, Then he sneered: "three years ago, donor water was also kind-hearted, persuaded martial uncle Kong Wu to go to Xiangyang, arrested the man in the red chamber to Ning Yu, and then encouraged her to hold the Wulin Conference for Lu Yao. At the time of the incident, donor water did not appear in Wolong peak, but it was a good trick and kind-hearted, which made martial uncle Kong Wu still shut up because of guilt. Now, is this a threat to us?"

Shuilianqing's face changed slightly, and Shuixiang nearby cried, "that can only blame Ning Yuli's desire to smoke his heart. It was a great Wulin event, and my father was also kind!"

"Kind?" Ming Xu snorted, "I'm afraid if there's no Ling family matter, you can just let those Wulin sects who don't obey the instructions of the prince duan'an fight with the demon sect red chamber, and then you get the secret treasure of the red chamber yourself. Unfortunately, you got nothing when you went to the Qingyun peak, didn't you?

Shuilianqing took a deep breath, and then said, "in this case, Shaolin must refuse to cooperate with the prince, so shuimou can't do it anymore. You should take care of yourself."

"Good to go, no!" Mingxu snorted.

Shuilian snorted coolly, turned his horse's head, and saw two teenagers standing in front of him. Under the slanting sun, a layer of golden light floated on them.

"Young master Ning!" Looking at the boy's head raised in the sun, Shui Xiang exclaimed, and then gave shuilian a timid look.

"Master Mingxu, please close the door." The long knife had been out of its sheath, and the young man who was full of murderous Qi was cold and said.

This is the pure land of Buddhism. If you want to fight, can you fight in another place? Looking at the murderous spirit of the two teenagers, Mingxu silently stepped back, didn't close the door, and stood on the threshold.

The people of Ling family can challenge Kongwu, either because they are super arrogant or because they have real skills. In addition, three years ago, the prince of shuilian Qing and duan'an was the culprit, so they had to let them go and find Kongwu's stupid martial uncle.

"Ning ye?" Shuilianqing looked at the boy who slowly pulled out his sword in front of him and asked with a sinking face.

"Ling Jia Ye Xi!" Ye Xi's voice fell, and his body moved, and the cold light came straight to shuilianqing's face.

Shuilianqing tiptoed a little, swept his body from his horse, and spun in the air like flying flowers. He could only hear the sound of clang clang sword blades intersecting. By the time shuilianqing fell to the ground, the two had fought more than a dozen moves.

The followers behind shouted and pulled out their swords one after another, and a sharp knife wind came face-to-face, and the body that could not retreat was immediately colored.

Shuilianqing ranked 10th in the Jianghu, and there were many masters of the water family. Mingxu was originally absorbed in saving the two teenagers once they were defeated. After watching for a quarter of an hour, his eyes widened, but his hands relaxed.

How can you have such strong internal power at a young age? And that move was also something he had never seen before. The sword method was wide open, heavy and coagulated. The sword method was light and cold, like the winter snow flying, beautiful but murderous.

"I'm afraid it's the long lost Mohist sword and yuenv sword." Behind him came a low voice. Mingxu looked back and saw the abbot Kong Xuan. He bowed down and waved, standing beside him to watch.

Mohist knife, Yue NV sword, Ming Xu looked at the bald head emerging from the guard door and sighed in his heart, is the most powerful knife and sword technique in the Warring States period all in the hands of Ling family?