The woman holding a light green horse swung her white long skirt, and the green belt hanging from her waist was swaying with a jade pendant. She walked onto the official road. It was almost noon. She looked up at Shichen and then turned over and ran back to the city.

Last night, monsters appeared frequently, and even the night sky turned into a golden dragon shape. But the next day, no matter the people outside the city, they all needed to live. The people who repaired the roads and vendors waiting to enter the city gathered. Many foreign caravans also fought here. Seeing the chaos outside the city, they couldn't help but ask the people nearby.

"What happened? There is also a forest on the road that was gnawed by a dog, why did it all come piece by piece?"

"I just came to Beijing, right?"

"Yes, I'll arrive in the morning." "Oh, then you don't believe it. Last night, there were masters fighting in this capital city to subdue demons and eliminate demons. That monster is so big. When I stand up, they are taller than the city wall, just like a mountain, tsk..."

"Then you have to say something."

Most of the foreign caravans wanted to enter the city. The caravans came here and had to separate here to go elsewhere. The boy carrying a wooden sword carrying a package and listened to the other side talking about what happened in the capital last night. After a moment, he turned around and left.

"I don't know how the practitioner in the Taoism compares with his master, but he definitely can't compare it. Even if he can compare it, his appearance will not be comparable..."

The whispering boy looked for a caravan heading south and passed by the woman riding a shallow green horse. Min Yuerou didn't care about the noise around her and showed the token given to her by her father. She saw all the way to the city, including yamen runners patrolling the streets, tea shops, and wine shops, mostly discussing last night's events, and some talked about the emperor's death, but they were all talking in a low voice for fear that others would hear it.

When he returned to Baiguanfushe Street, almost every family cried and howled. Just as the funeral was held, Min Yuerou walked into the house, handed the horse to the servant, took it away, walked to the side courtyard, and recruited the two servants guarding the door to the side.

"What's wrong with Zuo Qianwei?"

"Report to Miss, Qianwei has not woken up yet."

The conversation came into the room, on the bed filled with herbs, Zuo Zhengyang opened his eyes wide open, his upper body was naked, and he was wrapped in thick bandages on his left shoulder to his ribs. In fact, he had already woken up and stared at the roof of the room in a daze.

The vague words outside echoed clearly in his ears.

".........After waking up, you two will take good care of Qianwei and don't mention your arms in front of him."

"Also, you can't talk about the funeral of Your Majesty. If you're better off, it's not too late to talk about it..."

On the wooden pillow, Zuo Zhengyang blinked his eyes lightly, turned his face to look at his bare left shoulder, closed his dry eyes hard, and remembered everything that happened yesterday, his cheeks were swelling.

After a long time, my clenched teeth loosened, I took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

"From the way... there is only one arm... there is one hand."

"Your Majesty has also passed away. I can't continue to work..."

Listening to the intermittent words outside, staring at the burning oil lamp on the table, shaking slightly, Zuo Zhengyang felt a little confused when the road behind him.

"How to walk on Zuo's road?"

A creaking sound occasionally came from the door. Someone leaned in and saw the man on the couch awakens. Then he closed it again. The broken sunlight shone brightly on the entire city. The imperial city in the middle was in the middle, and black smoke rose and drifted with the wind.

White banners were hung in every conspicuous place in the palace. The huge copper cauldron flames rose and the heat came. Some of the paper money spilled in the eunuch's hands were flying in the sky in the wind.

Min Changwen's hair was spotted and his eyes were bloodshot. He had never closed his eyes since last night. He led a group of officials who were temporarily promoted to organize the emperor's funeral. The prince was taken by the imperial concubine to guard the coffin and shed tears.

Soon, a fast horse entered the palace and handed it to the old man with an expedited document.

After expanding it, Min Changwen put it away, waved his robe sleeves without any fluctuation, and let the person come down to rest. When he was in the corner where no one was around, he looked carefully again, and suddenly he hit the wall with his head and punched hard.

"Your Majesty is in the sky, and there is another great enemy in the north. This is what will bring about my Chen Chao..."

The letters hanging in the hands are simple and dazzling.

——The Prime Minister of Northern Zhou, Jian, changed the Sui Dynasty to the Zhou Dynasty and made great efforts to prepare for wars and horses.

Chang'an, North.

Yang Jian, who was majestic, walked out of the palace, and countless soldiers were waiting for the battle. Soon, teams of cavalry surrounded him and headed to the military camp. On the huge school ground, he dragged his cloak step by step to the platform, clenched the hilt of the sword in one hand and squeezed it into a fist on the side of his legs.

His face was solemn, and he swept over the endless soldiers without anger, who were his thousands of subordinates.

‘Mr. Lu’s words come true.’

The wind blew over, and at some point, he pulled out the Emperor's sword and raised it high, hissing.

"Da Sui--"

The sword body was carrying a whisper of "clang" and echoed in the air. The big flag with the word "Sui" was written on it and roared in the wind with his cloak.

As the sun shone, thousands of people on the school ground were holding long soldiers, and the cold was rippling, and the shouts shook the world.

"--Long live!!!"

Countless voices shouted and rushed into the sky.

"Long live your Majesty!!"

On the high platform, the figure of the Emperor's Sword was held, and the sword edge reflected the sunlight and drew a brilliant spot of light, turning away.

Then, Yang Jian waved his arm and slashed down and pointed to the south.

"The southern expedition to the Chen Dynasty, and the nine provinces are unified!!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The gun forest swayed, and a piece of essence and wolf smoke filled the air.

The sky was filled with clouds, and the changes in the north had not crossed the river. The fat monk first led two young ferries to the land in the south. When he heard the news of Emperor Nanchen's death, he was a little shocked.

One of the boys raised his hand: "What does it have to do with us? Fat Monk, what's the matter with Mr. Lu you mentioned?"

Further south, Li Sui'an, carrying a wooden sword, smiled and took a caravan to Hegu County, and promised to help do some chores as a travel expense. He sat on the edge of the car, tapped his worn shoes, raised his still tender face and looked at the tilted sunset, full of longing.

"…I want to be that hero in the world!"

A county town near the river, Zhang Feng, Zhao Liu and Wang Ti walked in the fields in the countryside, checking the crops for the next season. There were still many farmers coming and going in the fields. Soon, Ma Tang ran across the fields with a letter from a northern friend.

"It's Brother Chongwen..."

The four of them gathered around and read the contents of the letter. They all looked at the city walls in the distance, and their shoulders were shaking with smiles. They were already ready for promotion.

....

At this moment, the news of the emperor's death spread at an extremely fast speed in Nanchen. On the intertwined official road, countless fast horses carrying official documents were galloping.

"drive!!"

From north to south, on the official road leading to Hegu County through Fulinzhou, the yamen runners carrying official documents ran wildly, splashing smoke and dust. On the side of the road, an old donkey shook his tail slowly chewing the grass, shaking bookshelf, slightly opened small door, the toad Taoist swayed gently along the left and right as he shook. A small smoke bounce from the frog web was taken out from his mouth, and a white smoke floated out, and he followed Hong Lian in the scroll next door to hum a small song.

The Taoist rolled up his sleeves and pulled Yuelong's sword hard, and his sharp-mouthed face turned red, and then gave up and returned the sword to the scholar in front of him.

"Then did Zhou Yu lie to you?"

When the sun shone down, Lu Liangsheng reached out and took Yuelong over and looked at the scabbard: "It shouldn't be."

After leaving the capital, I originally planned to study the dragon energy that flew into the sword body along the way, but I found that the sword could not be pulled out...even if it was poured into magic power.

The fingertips brushed the shark's sheath and poured a trace of magic into it. It was as sank to the sea as before, without any resounding.

"This is strange."

Lu Liangsheng asked his master, and the Toad Taoist guessed that the sword block might have encountered the dragon energy and nurtured the spiritual heart.

"Do you need to recite the formula? Unsheathed?!"

At this moment, with a clang, Yuelong suddenly popped out a small piece of his hand, and without waiting to reach out to grab it, he shrank back again.

"Hey, this sword is amazing!" The Taoist came up and said something. The Yuelong sword popped out a little more, and it shrank back in less than half a breath.

"Do you really think what the old toad said is that this sword has spiritual consciousness?"

After a moment, Yuelong popped out and retracted.

clang!

clang!

clang!

Just under the eyes of the two, they went in and out.

A faint sound came from inside.

‘I’m out, I’m in again, I just won’t show you! Come and hit me!’
Chapter completed!