Chapter 461 Xing Tian Sword

Before leaving Liang Zhou to enter Ji Zhou, Meng Liang deliberately stopped at the border for a day.

Big Yellow City on the border between Liangzhou and Jizhou had been rebuilt. Although the scars left behind by the war were still visible, the passersby who were walking here seemed to have forgotten the life-and-death battle. As usual, they came home early in the morning and late in the evening. They were busy for their livelihoods, and they were also happy for their lives. Only the mass graveyard outside the city gate, where 200,000 Great Xia cavalry were buried, was barren and seemed to be telling of the tragedy of the great war.

Meng Liang sat down beside a steamed buns shop in Big Yellow City and ordered a cage of steamed buns. He ate the steamed buns without any appetite and looked up at the three majestic peaks in the distance.

It rained yesterday.

The morning sun rose, and the water vapor was hazy. The distant mountain peak was surrounded by the water vapor, looking like a paradise from afar.

Meng Liang thought that it was in this Immortal Realm that he met Ziyu, and his mood inexplicably became much better.

He put the last bun in his hand into his mouth and drank another glass of water. He stood up and carried the strange sword wrapped in white cloth tightly on his back. He picked up the sword on the table and walked out of Big Yellow City.

The news that Great Xia was going to use force against Great Zhou in the autumn had spread like wildfire in recent days. The people in Jizhou were already used to the conquest that would begin every three or five days. The news of the great war did not bring any unusual or frightening news to these people. Although the crowd on the official road could not compare to the past, it was still rustling and there had never been a break.

"Doesn't that mean that the old man has lived for a thousand years?" Perhaps it was because he was too boring, Meng Liang suddenly muttered to himself as he walked along the official road.

Of course, he did not receive a response, so he sighed, as if he felt that this "talking to himself" should not be so silent.

But very quickly, Eldest Young Master Meng raised his spirits again and began to nag about the next step.

"Didn't I read the records of the Mausoleum of the Swords? Didn't I say that immortals in the world, if they weren't True Immortals, would be doomed to perish on the tenth millennium tribulation? Look at how the Daofather was so busy coping with the tenth heavenly tribulation. Why is the old man still leisurely sitting in the Mausoleum of the Swords?"

'"Also. Didn't you say that our Sword Mausoleum is the guardian of the sword? The Xingtian Sword is gone, and this evil dragon asked me to bring it out. Then why are we still guarding the mausoleum? If we split it up, then we'll be finished. Why must we guard that place?"

'"Right, what exactly does that Daofather want to do? Could it be that he can really rely on his own abilities to become a True Immortal?" I heard the old man's tone. Why do I feel that this Daofather won't be able to recover for long? "

Meng Liang's inquiry was like a barrage of cannons, but it was still just a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

He was a little dissatisfied, at that moment, he curled his lips and finally prepared to release a big move. So he cleared his throat and his tone became a little strange.

"Sigh, you said that you helped the Headmaster of the Tian Ce Mansion plant the Dragon-Snake Twin Technique on him back then."

"You plotted against him like this. Do you think he will see you if I bring you to him?"

As he spoke, Meng Liang felt the sword in his hand suddenly tremble, and then a rough voice rang out in his mind.

"Little bastard, stop spouting nonsense. If I really want to harm him, why would I spend so much effort to get him a demon arm?"

Young Master Meng, who had been scolded with a dog's blood shower, was not angry at all. Instead, he was rather excited.

It had been too long since anyone had spoken to him. Young Master Meng cleared his throat, sorted out the thoughts in his mind, and was fully prepared to welcome this cursing battle.

"In that case, you left him a chance to survive?"

"Nonsense!"

"Then why did you recruit a surveillance team?"

"How the hell do I know? It was just a twin of dragons and snakes. If that brat was extracted with dragon qi and vitality, the boundless demonic qi in his demon arm and the vitality belonging to the Demon Monarch would infect his body and resurrect him. As long as he could survive this calamity, it would be greatly beneficial to him in the future. However, how would he know that the Supreme True Man of the Lunar Temple was also involved in this matter? He also wanted to seize the dragon qi, seal that brat's demon arm, and then there would be the arrival of a monitor! "How did I expect this kid to come from such a big background!" The voice grew more and more irritable, somewhat angry, and also somewhat lacking in confidence.

After all, no matter what, he had schemed against Xu Han, and he was always ashamed of this.

"Then what are you going to do to see him this time? Apologize?"

"Apologize? I've been running around the world for 60 years, and I've never known how to write the word" apologize "!" The tone of the voice became loud again.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Pay your debts!"

Meng Liang was stunned when he heard this, but he quickly reacted and said, "That's an apology."

"No!" The owner of the voice stubbornly repeated his logic.

Meng Liang was too lazy to entangle himself with him in this matter. He changed the topic and continued, "Didn't you say that he was carrying a calamity and that even the people in the heavens were unwilling to let him go? Are you going to save him?"

"Then what can we do? Can we just watch him die?" The voice asked.

"But you might die."

"I'm fucking dead!"

Hearing this, the corner of Meng Liang's mouth suddenly hooked into a smile.

He fell silent and did not intend to continue fighting with that voice. However, the owner of that voice seemed to have reacted at that time. His voice sounded in Meng Liang's heart again, "Brat, are you testing me?"

Hearing this, Meng Liang's expression became somewhat awkward. "I can't say that it's … testing it out … I just want to know what Martial Uncle is thinking."

The owner of the voice was silent for a while, and his tone suddenly became strange. "What if I said that I was going to kill that brat and please those big shots? Perhaps they would give me a body and let me be reborn? What would happen to you?"

"In this wilderness… bury a sword. I don't think anyone will accuse me of killing and hiding a corpse, right?"

Hearing this, the voice fell silent again. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of disciple did Mo Chen find?"

After saying that, the sword in Meng Liang's hand trembled again and everything returned to calm.

But before that, the voice finally said, "Stop dawdling and hurry up to Great Xia. If it doesn't work out, it will be an hour. Something really happened to that kid. I really won't be able to die in peace."

Meng Liang did not care about this. The smile on his lips was even more intense. The sword intent in his body surged out at that moment. Amidst the exclamations of the surrounding pedestrians, his body jumped up and turned into a streak of light that leapt towards the north.

Perhaps because he felt that traveling alone was too boring, Meng Liang once again activated his chattering temper after about a hundred breaths of time.

"By the way, why did you steal the Heavenly Punishment Sword from the Mausoleum of the Swords back then?"

'"Was it to kill the Emperor? But why didn't the Emperor send the sword back when he was already dead? Didn't he say that the fierce sword would become a great calamity if it flowed in the world? Our Sword Mausoleum is to defend the sword. Now, it's good that Xing Tian Sword hasn't been brought back, so I took out another one."

Meng Liang originally thought that he would not be able to get a response from the person who had lost interest in such a long chatter, but who knew that not long after he said those words, that voice sounded in his mind again.

"No matter how strong the fierce sword is, it is only a sword."

"The most terrifying thing in this world is never the sword, but the heart."

"No matter how strong the Sword Mausoleum is, it is impossible for someone with a heart to resist it. Ten years of hard work, a hundred years, or even a thousand years of calculations have flown through the world. If someone is able to control this sword and make good use of it, it will be a great fortune for the Sword Mausoleum, and also for Yu Cangsheng."

…

"Xu Lai, Xu Lai." Song Yueming hugged the pink baby in his arms and repeated its name with a smile.

The little fellow, who was still in his infancy, widened his eyes. He looked at the man in front of him with some doubts and intimacy. At his age, he hadn't even learned how to speak, so how could he understand what Song Yueming meant? He only thought it was interesting and memorized the words Xu Lai and Xu Lai.

The woman dressed in green looked at the man holding the child with a smile on her face. Her crescent-shaped eyes shone with light. Although she did not say anything, her face was already filled with happiness.

Song Yueming seemed to have sensed the woman's gaze. He moved his mind away from the child's body with difficulty. Then, he looked at the woman and sincerely said, "It's been a long time, Madam."

The woman shook her head obediently, "Being able to share her husband's worries is what Zi Chuan should have done."

When Song Yueming saw how sensible he was, he felt even more guilty. But he quickly put away this thought and asked, "Oh right, you just gave birth. You should rest in Linglong Pavilion for a few more days and bring the child along. It's really hard to come to Chang'an City."

"Do I know anyone in the pavilion, "There's no one who wants to talk. It's boring. Besides, there are disciples in the sect who are easy to take care of all the way here. I don't feel tired. It's all thanks to Lord Master that we've arranged these things. I understand that we haven't seen each other for many days. Speaking of which, this child hasn't seen his father since he was born!"

As Xia Zichuan said this, she couldn't help but glance at Song Yueming in a somewhat reproachful manner.

However, Song Yueming's expression changed slightly at that time, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal.

He hugged the child in his hand, looked at the cute face, and teased him happily again. He gently waved his hand up and down in front of the child, saying, "Xu Lai, call father, call father."

Seeing this, Xia Zichuan could not help but rebuke, "Husband, Lai'er is only a few months old. Why would he call you father? Didn't you not know how to call him father when you were his age?"

Song Yueming, who was being blamed, scratched his head awkwardly. Just as he was about to say something, a few disciples dressed in black walked into the manor and bowed respectfully to Song Yueming. "Hall Master! Elder Sikong, welcome!"

"Yes. I understand." Song Yueming seemed to have expected this long ago. He handed the baby in his arms back to Xia Zichuan without any change in expression. He said softly to the woman, "You and Lai'er go back to your room to rest first. I will come find you in a while."

Xia Zichuan did not notice him. She smiled sweetly and nodded, "Husband, just go. I have nothing to do with Lai'er."

Song Yueming smiled faintly. Then, she turned around and looked at the disciples. Xia Zichuan, who led him out of the courtyard and watched the man leave behind, could not imagine what would happen. The moment the man left the courtyard, the smile on his face suddenly dissipated, leaving behind only a heart-shaking cold and dense baleful aura between his eyebrows.

…

The hall of Linglong Mansion was still lingering with a lingering aura of darkness. This point had not changed at all even in the beautiful spring month of March.

Song Yueming walked into the main hall and cupped his hands towards the old man sitting on the high platform. "Song Yueming greets Master."

"Have you seen Zi Chuan?" A deep voice sounded from the stage.

"Yes." Song Yueming replied.

"Are you satisfied with the surprise I prepared for you?" That voice asked again, his tone as low as ever, making it difficult to detect any emotion fluctuations in his tone.

Companion was like accompanying a tiger. Song Yueming knew very well that even if he had the slightest hesitation at this moment, he would face a great calamity, and all of his plans along the way would be wasted.

Therefore, Song Yueming did not hesitate to reply, "Thank you for your kindness, Master, for allowing me and my wife to gather together."

The people on the stage were silent for a while. He seemed to be weighing whether Song Yueming, who had given such an answer, was in his heart.

This silence quickly caused traces of sweat to appear on Song Yueming's forehead.

"What do you think of Yuwen Nanjing's establishment of the Orthodox Church?" Fortunately, after a few breaths, the voice of the people on the stage sounded again.

Song Yueming heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly replied, "This matter is naturally a great thing. Being able to become an Orthodox Sect's Linglong Pavilion is equivalent to being tied up with the Great Zhou Imperial Court. Wasn't the so-called cooperation between Master and Zhu Xian the same thing?"

However, Song Yueming was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by the Supreme Being.

"You know that's not what I'm asking."

Song Yueming's body trembled and his expression changed slightly. He said with an expression of sudden enlightenment, "Is Master talking about the Heavenly Punishment Sword?"

The old man on the stage didn't care if Song Yueming was dressed up or not. A surge of blood glowed in his eyes and his tone became a little deeper. "Yuwen Nanjing's request is very simple. He wants me to return the Heavenly Punishment Sword to the Mausoleum of the Swords. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Song Yueming pondered for a moment before asking, "Is Master worried that Yuwen Nanjing is only doing this to make us hand over the Heavenly Punishment Sword? In the future, he is afraid that we will run out of bows and bows?"

The old man on the stage replied in a deep voice, "All ancient emperors are like this. Wang Ye has never been merciless in front of him. There are only pros and cons. Today, she has established our Exquisite Pavilion as the Orthodox Church. Once she hands over the Heavenly Punishment Sword, we will be a chess piece to him that can be discarded at any time."

However, such words made the corner of Song Yueming's mouth curl into a smile. He said, "Master is overthinking it. Master thinks carefully. The Xingtian Sword has already cut off the heads of two emperors. If Master were to sit in that position, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to safely let this thing stay by the side of the bed."

"Yuwen Nanjing why to make my exquisite pavilion as the Orthodoxy, not all because of fear of the Heavenly Punishment Sword, so to force us to submit, her biggest purpose is Tiance Prefecture! "For her, Tiance Prefecture has won the support of the people of the world, the support of the officials, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Big Yellow City Sword Dragon Pass. Such a colossus is only comparable to the Long Night Division back then. Compared to Tiance Prefecture, Xing Tian Jian is far from being Yuwen Nan Jing's heart's problem."

"She was afraid of it because it possessed terrifying power. If she did not mention it at all, I thought that she would need to worry more about her intention of setting up the Exquisite Pavilion as an Orthodox Church. However, since she had made this request, it meant that Yuwen Nanjing was determined to support the Linglong Pavilion against the Heavenly Policy. The disciple thought that she was not afraid of the Heavenly Punishment Sword, but rather she was afraid that the Linglong Pavilion, with her support, would possess more power than Tiance Prefecture that could threaten her imperial throne.

After Song Yueming finished speaking, the old man on the stage pondered for a while before saying, "But if she can attack the Tian Ce Mansion today, she can also attack the Linglong Pavilion tomorrow without the Heavenly Punishment Sword."

"Master is confused." However, before the old man could finish his words, Song Yueming interrupted him.

He stared at the old man who had a gloomy expression because of the interruption. He said calmly, "Once Yuwen Nanjing supports our Exquisite Pavilion, it is up to Master to decide how and when Tiance Prefecture will be destroyed. As long as we are willing, we will have enough time to become an existence that even without the Heavenly Punishment Sword will make Yuwen Nanjing fearful."

"Although the rabbits and dogs cook the birds, as long as we don't let the rabbits die and the birds die, we will never have a day for Yuwen Nanjing to cook the bows and hide."

As if moved by Song Yueming's words, the red light in the old man's eyes suddenly shone. He stared at Song Yueming for a long time before his voice rang out in the pitch-black mansion gate again.

"Since that's the case, who do you think is the safest to escort this sword back to the Mausoleum of the Sword?"

When he asked this question, the old man narrowed his eyes. His seemingly extremely casual tone carried a hint of mockery.

Song Yueming's heart trembled slightly. "Although Master has decided to return this sword, the power of the Heavenly Punishment Sword is enormous. It has always been spied on by people from all walks of life in the Great Zhou Empire. If it falls into the hands of a villain, it would be a calamity to the world. Therefore, this disciple dares to ask Master to personally escort this sword back to the Mausoleum of the Swords!"

After saying that, Song Yueming's body suddenly knelt down at that time, and the tone in his mouth could be said to be extremely sincere.

The gazes of the people on the stage flashed again. He watched as Song Yueming knelt at his feet for a hundred breaths before saying, "Yueming, do you know why the tens of thousands of disciples in the pavilion only have their eyes on you?"

"Disciple, I don't know. Please teach me." Song Yueming said loudly without raising her head.

"Because you are very smart, smarter than everyone else, I am relieved that you will handle this matter."

Hearing this, Song Yueming's face, which was crawling on the ground, was delighted, but his mouth was extremely respectful as he said, "Thank you, Master, for your ridiculous praise!"

"Hehe, go. I will arrange for you to deliver the sword with the two elders tomorrow. Be careful on the way."

"Disciple, accept my orders!" Song Yueming suppressed the peculiarity in his heart, raised his head and cupped his hands towards the old man.

After saying that, he wanted to retreat, but as he walked out of the manor, the voice of the person came again, "Yue Ming!"

"What other teachings does Master have?" Song Yueming asked doubtfully.

At that time, the corners of the old man's mouth suddenly curled into a smile. He whispered, "Go early and return early. Don't let your wife and children wait too long."

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