Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

The latest website: Wushan Town, Bailu Inn.

"Daoist Qing Hui, I have sent a message to Nanling City to investigate the seven killers and Xuan Jing."

Xiahou Chun said respectfully in the guest room.

Zhang Ming nodded: "It's work."

Yin Xue brought the tea: "Master, in three days, we will be able to reach the Xiaohanshan Temple."

This time coincides with the seven-day covenant.

Zhang Ming smiled and said, "I just don't know if the person hiding behind the scenes has any other means."

During the speech, a clear prompt sounded.

【Ding! 】

[Zhanhong, the son of planes, signs in at your Zhuxianjiantai (pseudo), and you get Wanjian Jue·Quan]

Zhang Ming's heart moved, and there was something good!

He opened it and saw that this Wanjianjue turned out to be a signature swordsmanship from Shushan, the world of Immortal Sword.

"Not bad, this guy Zhan Hong is really moving from time to time, I don't know how Jian Wu is doing."

He took the tea and swayed it gently, and saw that the droplets of water in the tea cup formed a small sword with a handle.

Wan Jian's direction, Gang Qi vertical and horizontal.

Xiahou Chun subconsciously felt that his scalp tightened, as if thousands of sword intents erupted beside him, and could break open the world at any time, so he could not help but press the sword in his palm to scan the circle.

However, in the room only Daoist Qing Hui was holding a tea cup to drink, and Yin Xue stood quietly by the side.

Other than that, nothing unusual.

Zhang Ming coughed lightly, waved his hand and shook the teacup, dispelling thousands of sword intents.

"Well, good tea!"

Before he finished speaking, a soldier came over from the door and reported: "Captain Xiahou, the person who was listening to the news in Wushan Town has returned, and there is nothing abnormal here."

Xiahou Chun nodded.

Said: "I see, you go down to rest and take turns on duty."

"Here!"

The soldier bowed and retreated.

Zhang Ming asked curiously: "Captain Xiahou, I think the guards you brought are all elite soldiers who can fight well and cooperate with each other. Could it be that you have trained them all by yourself?"

Speaking of this, Xia Houchun's face showed a hint of pride, and he immediately lowered his expression and smiled calmly: "Qing Hui Daoist, I was a member of the Northern Expedition before I came to Nanling, and these methods are nothing but the fur of the army. ."

Northern Expeditionary Army……

Zhang Ming couldn't help but think of that day on Qiongyu Mountain. He heard Sikong Jianli mention that the late emperor had driven five expeditions in person and made a great name for Jin, but unfortunately he finally collapsed on the way.

"Captain Xiahou turned out to be a member of the army, disrespect!"

He stood up and bowed.

The Northern Expedition is the guardian of the country and the foundation for the people of Jin to live and work in peace and contentment, and it deserves this gift.

However, some people say that the previous emperor's repeated northern expeditions exhausted Jin's financial resources, and in the end he became ill from overwork and died of illness on the way, which also put Jin in danger all of a sudden.

Fortunately, the goddess came to the throne and stabilized the situation in time.

Otherwise, the Northern Wei Dynasty was beaten so many times by the late emperor, and if the whole country came to invade, the state of Jin would be in danger.

"Daoist, I can't make it."

Xiahou Chun hurriedly returned the salute, but turned a little disappointed, "Unfortunately, the glory of the late emperor is not there, and now the whole country worships Buddhism and suppresses Taoism.

The Northern Wei Dynasty was located in the wild, and the folk customs were sturdy, but it developed rapidly in the past ten years, endangering the world.

If not for the advance planning of the late emperor, he resolutely set out on the expedition and interrupted the development of the Northern Wei Dynasty several times.

It is a pity that now that the female emperor has ascended the throne, the prestige of the former emperor has changed, and it is either Confucianism or Buddhism all day long.

If the war really starts again, can it be possible to rely on these sour Confucian scholars and monks to save Jin?

Thinking of this, he glanced at the Taoist priest Qing Hui, and only felt that if this trip to Xiaohanshan Temple could suppress Buddhism, he wondered if the current sage would wake up?

Zhang Ming could hear the dissatisfaction in his mouth. It seemed that this Xiahou Chun was not willing to die in Nanling City.

"Captain Xiahou, Pindao doesn't know the situation of the military department. I don't know what number the commander belonged to at the time. How could he leave the army and come to Nanling City?"

He had heard before that the Great Jin Dynasty and the military department were no weaker than the three sects and seventeen factions. This could deter the Quartet and suppress the demons, presumably not only because of the large number of people.

However, this sentence stopped Xia Houchun.

number...

number...

He froze in place, speechless for a long time.

"Hey, what's the designation? I've almost forgotten myself over the years. During the Northern Expedition, the first emperor had three armies: Shenhuo, Tianji and Xuanjia, each with their own division of labor."

Xiahou Chun sighed and said, "The Shenhuo Army is responsible for the long-range attack, the Tianji Army is responsible for fighting the enemy's strong, and the Xuanjia Army is responsible for charging into the battle, invincible in close combat!"

"And I was only a small captain of the Vanguard Battalion of the Xuanjia Army at that time, my number... my number... The seventh group of the Vanguard Battalion of the Xuanjia Army, the third team... Xiahouchun!"

He looked solemn, as if he had returned to when he joined the army, and walked to the door, looking at the mountains.

Zhang Ming watched quietly and did not speak.

Yin Xue took a deep look at Xia Houchun's back, and poured a cup of tea for him at the table.

Even if you haven't fought a battle, you can understand that the Pioneer Battalion of the Northern Expedition Army is probably the team with the most casualties.

However, not only did he not die, but he also retired from the army, returned to Nanling City, and was named the captain of the light cavalry.

There is definitely a story here.

"Daoist, there are four military gods in our military headquarters in Jin. One of them sits on the border of Xirong Kingdom, the other stands alone outside the Qilian Mountains of Dongyi Kingdom, and the other two belong to the Northern Expedition Army."

Xia Houchun continued.

"These two commanders of the Shenhuo Army are named Wu Dingguo. The other commander of the Tianji Army is named Xu Ziyi. But they... are not the people I admire!"

Zhang Ming asked solemnly, "Why is there no Xuanjia Army?"

Xiahou Chun turned around and looked at him with admiration, regret and pain in his eyes.

"Yes, the commander of my Xuanjia Army is named Zhao Mu, known as Zhao Wudi, and he is the first military god of Jin! Unfortunately, the year the late emperor was seriously ill, the Northern Wei attacked the barracks."

He subconsciously clenched his fists, "General Zhao led the Xuanjia Army to block the enemy's three armies outside Yanmeng Mountain, beheaded the two generals of Wei State, and finally died of exhaustion!"

Xia Houchun hated a little: "It's hateful that the general was killed, but half of the soldiers in the vanguard battalion survived. They were rescued by the Tianji Army, and were finally dismissed by the late emperor before his death."

Zhang Ming and Yin Xue looked at each other. It turned out that the other party left the military and returned to Nanling City because of this incident.

"But, why did the late emperor send you off?"

he asked puzzled.

Xiahou Chun shook his head and sighed: "I heard from the sergeant who sent the order, before the late emperor closed his eyes, he said, 'Xuanjia's charge is hard to be replaced, and the whole country is ashamed of Zhao Wudi. Since he died in battle, this Xuanjia army can no longer die. Come back home!'"

Zhang Ming suddenly realized that this late emperor was a special emperor who was thinking about this before his death.

"It's also a good thing to be able to return home."

Zhang Ming comforted.

Xiahou Chun lowered his head: "But, I don't want to go back to China. The Xuanjia Army is wearing black armor and black clothes. Only General Zhao wears white armor. Every time he fights, he will rush to the enemy camp."

"Everyone knows that to destroy the Xuanjia army, first kill Zhao Baikai. He is protecting the entire army with one person. Now that the white armor is gone, I wait for the black armor to survive."

"In my lifetime, I, Xiahou Chun, have nothing else to ask but to reunite with the Xuanjia Army and return to the Northern Wei Dynasty!"

When he said this, he respectfully bowed to Zhang Ming: "Qinghui Daoist, this trip to Xiaohanshan Temple, please be sure to win! Only by winning can you give this empress in the palace who only knows Taiping. Drink it right away!"

His words were already a little disrespectful, but he didn't care, he held down the knife and said, "If you win, but you can't bear to kill, Xiahou Chun would like to be this wicked person, slaughter the Xiaohanshan Temple, and wake up this dynasty with blood!"

Zhang Ming was stunned.

He did not expect that this light cavalry captain came all the way, not only to open the way and escort Guo Xiang, but also to have his own plans to slaughter Buddhism and awaken the dynasty?

For the first time, he realized that this trip to Xiaohanshan Temple affected not only the hearts of Buddhists, Taoists and aristocratic clansmen, but also the Great Jin Dynasty and the military...

Traveling alone, the clouds move in all directions!

"Pindao doesn't want to fight for anyone, Xiaohanshan Temple survives or perishes, we have to go to the scene to see."

Zhang Ming finally shook his head and said.

He didn't want to be kidnapped by anyone.

Maybe Xiahou Chun was right.

But the major event of the Northern Expedition was the decision of the dynasty, how much does it have to do with his spiritual view?

Even if there is, there is no need to overwhelm the future of Taoism.

This time he wants to win, but winning does not mean that he is willing to be someone else's pawn.

At this moment, he even had some doubts. Are those seven killers and Xuan Jing really arranged by Xiaohanshan Temple? Or is a force like Xiahou Chun fueling the flames?

Xia Houchun was a little disappointed, but he still raised his head and said solemnly, "Follow the arrangements of the Taoist priest."

Then, he was a little tired.

"Master, we will stay outside the inn. Everyone has a night's rest and will leave tomorrow morning."

Saying that, he said goodbye and left.

Yin Xue glanced around and asked worriedly: "Daoist Qing Hui, you said that if the Northern Wei Dynasty really came over, can the current Jin Dynasty be able to stop it?"

Zhang Ming sat back in the chair, took a sip of tea, and said, "You and I don't need to worry about these matters. The empress in the palace is not a fool, so she naturally has a plan."

He closed his eyes and said with a smile, "Even if she doesn't have any plans, the Northern Wei Dynasty really comes, then the battle is over. You can't defend Jin, but Pindao can defend Zhuoguang Mountain."

Yin Xue sighed, "But what about the people..."

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.

Zhang Ming glanced at her: "The common people are the foundation of the country. If the Northern Wei Dynasty treats them well, it may not be a bad thing to unify the world. But...if the Northern Wei Dynasty bullies or massacres the city..."

His tone became a little cold.

However, it didn't go on.

He is not from this world, he does not have such deep feelings for Jin, but he has his own bottom line.

Yin Xue was a little stunned when she heard it, and after a long time she said, "Daoist Qing Hui, I'll add some more tea."

...

At this time, on a mountain road.

Lu Xueqing took the disciples of the Qiongyu Sword Sect, set up a tent in the woods, and raised a bonfire.

"Senior sister, according to the itinerary, we will arrive at Dongling County at noon tomorrow."

A disciple came over to report.

Lu Xueqing sat in front of the bonfire wiping his sword and said, "I see, you all go to rest."

"Yes, Senior Sect Master!"

The disciple took orders.

The mountains quickly fell silent, only the light chirping of insects and the occasional crackling of the bonfire.

"Master, I don't know where you are..."

A woman in a blue dress was sitting in front of the bonfire, and the firelight reflected on her cold cheeks, making her look rosy, as if the goddess of ice and snow walked into the world and watched the lights of thousands of homes.

Every time at this time, the girl has fireworks on her body.

She looked down at the swords of Ziqing Shuangjian, which reflected Lu Xueqing's beautiful face.

However, the figure was rippling like water waves, and the face of a blue-robed Taoist priest immediately emerged.

"Master..."

Lu Xueqing thought blankly.

The tail light on the sword is like a restless heart.

Delicate dice An Hongdou, deep in love, I don't know.

For the first time, she realized that after the apprenticeship, the deep-rooted feelings in her heart not only did not diminish, on the contrary, they sprouted like seeds, and the more they were planted, the deeper they became.

She didn't want to admit it, so she became colder on the outside and more respectful in front of Zhang Ming.

She is sometimes envious. Uncle Qingquan can shout out what he likes and dislike, and Junior Sister Yiyao can face everything with a smile.

Even Zhan Hong... can also ask for a sword wholeheartedly.

However, her heart was disturbed.

"My way, what is my certainty?"

Now this deep affection has become a demon. Therefore, she has not been able to advance to the life-shaping realm for a long time.

Just at the peak of the reunification realm, a little bit of polishing is like carving a sieve with a knife, sketching the appearance of red beans on it, and writing the word Acacia.

It was something she had never experienced.

On Zhuoguang Mountain, in the Lingshu Temple, the appearance of the man quietly watching his sword practice changed from clear to blurred, and from blurred to clear again, and it will be unforgettable again.

It is said in the world that a person has to be vulnerable before he can declare that he loves something.

However, one has to be strong before he dares to declare it, and only then can he carefully suppress the deepest love in his heart.

"Thorn."

Moths fell from the forest into the firelight.

The girl was stunned, maybe this is love, moths to the flames, willing to be tricked by this fate.

But she couldn't take it seriously.

Lu Xueqing glanced at the reflection on the sword, turned the sword over suddenly, and pressed the reflection on her leg.

However, his eyes fell.

On the new side of the sword, a handsome face emerged.

"Yiqing, do you know why the purple and green swords are blue and purple, in pairs?"

A familiar voice seemed to ring in his head.

"Because whether we are born or die, we are all lonely. But loneliness is life, not this journey. Life is brilliant because of company."

Lu Xueqing followed the memory and said word by word.

accompany……

brilliant……

Suddenly, the girl's eyes lit up in the bonfire.

She slashed with her backhand and slashed at the hair on the right side, and all of a sudden, strands of black tail hair fell off.

Then, she carried the sword behind her back.

"I broke the blue silk, carried a long sword, washed away the joys and sorrows of the rivers, lakes and seas, and I was full of youth, leaving only the strong bones that I didn't want to abandon in my life, and then I borrowed this heavenly palace to accompany me for a lifetime, which may reach the white head of this world. ?"

At this moment, the girl thought clearly.

Since love cannot be buried.

Since you don't love, you can't be yourself.

So just stick to this affection and accompany you until the white head, who said that if you like it...you have to get it?

Moth...it never got it.

I have a sword to slay the dust, and I don't read the red dust, but only the Qing.

The bonfire suddenly grew stronger.

At this time, a disciple who was watching the night suddenly exclaimed: "Be careful! All prepare for the battle, the enemy will attack!"

PS: 2 chapters with 4000 words delivered