Taiping Inn

Li Xuandu is now twenty-five years old, which is considered a young man. A few years ago, he was also a young man who had just come of age.

Although for Li Xuandu now, the world of martial arts probably only has four colors: black, white, red, and gray, but when he was a teenager, he was not immune to the world, even in the swords and shadows of being hunted, he still retained many colorful colors.

That year, he had just completed the feat of roaming the north and south of the Yangtze River with one sword, and topped the world evaluation held every three years in the martial arts world, and changed from a purple mansion guest to a purple mansion sword fairy. Then he traveled to the imperial capital with great pride, and met a pair of brothers and sisters there.

The brother and sister's surname was Zhang, the brother was Zhang Baigui, and the sister was Zhang Baiyue.

It was not until a long time later that he knew that the brother and sister were the children of Zhang Suqing, the prime minister of the dynasty.

This is also the reason why he, a free and easy person in the martial arts world, appeared in the battle of the imperial capital.

Recalling his trip to the Imperial Capital before the battle, Li Xuandu couldn't help but sigh. For a young man who was full of vigor at that time, the most memorable thing was the various women in the Imperial Capital, but most of these women had no chance with him.

The ladies from aristocratic families despised him for not having read much, being rough and rude, and not having much literary elegance.

The daughters of the royal family thought he was a man of the rivers and lakes, full of blood and murderous aura, and kept their distance from him.

As for the fairies of the rivers and lakes like Su Yun'an and Yu Qingning, they probably thought he was involved with the people in the court and that they had different paths and could not make plans.

There were only two types of women who were willing to deal with Li Xuandu. One was the scheming women who were attracted by Li Xuandu's martial arts and had ulterior motives, and the other was the prostitutes in the major brothels.

But Li Xuandu didn't like these two types of women.

In the end, Li Xuandu only had two friends in the Imperial Capital, one was Zhang Baigui and the other was Zhang Baiyue. He only had one female friend, and that was Zhang Baiyue.

But life is unpredictable and helpless. The Imperial Capital was defeated. Although Li Xuandu was able to fight against Yan Feiqing, Su Yun'an, and Yu Qingning, he was still powerless to save the situation. The four ministers were defeated, Zhang Suqing was killed, Zhang Baigui committed suicide in prison, and Zhang Baiyue swallowed gold and died when the Zhang Mansion was raided by the Qingluan Guards.

After Li Xuandu fled the Imperial Capital alone, he wandered alone and traveled around. He changed from the high-spirited Purple Mansion Sword Immortal to the down-and-out Jianghu traveler now.

All the beautiful colors were blown away by the wind and rain, leaving only black and white, the gray between black and white, and the blood-red color of murder.

The wine of the spring breeze and peaches is no longer there, only a lonely lamp in the night rain of the rivers and lakes.

This is Li Xuandu's Jianghu.

However, when he saw Shen Changsheng holding an umbrella for Zhou Shuning, his mind was inevitably aroused, and he recalled many past events. Some other colors appeared between black, white, gray and red. Although they were small, they were like a seed, which might take root and sprout, or just be short-lived.

When he came to the "feng shui treasure land" mentioned by Shen Changsheng, he found that many people had been buried there. Unlike mass graves, this place was well-maintained. There was a monument in front of each grave, some with names and some without names. The similarity was that each monument was engraved with the year and month of monument erection. Li Xuandu glanced at them and found that the earliest one was seven or eight years old, and the latest one was just last month.

Li Xuandu put down the coffin in his hand, chose a flat place with higher terrain, and slapped it with a palm strike, blasting a square hole on the ground.

Shen Changsheng, who was standing not far away, saw this scene and his eyes lit up. The shopkeeper once said that there are two types of Qi control: the coarse and fine. The coarse one is like a cow chewing a peony, which is crude and vulgar, while the fine one can do a Taoist ritual in a snail shell, and see a great horse and golden sword in a small space. This guest obviously belongs to the latter. He controls the Qi in a meticulous way. The same Qi, in the hands of Zhang Qingshan and others, may only exert 70% to 80% of its power, but in the hands of this guest, it can exert 120% of its power. The difference between the two is obvious.

After Li Xuandu's palm, he slightly trimmed and widened the corners of the pit with the palm wind to make it fit the size of the coffin, and then slowly put the coffin in it.

Zhou Shuning looked at the coffin, pursed her lips hard, and cried silently.

Shen Changsheng stood beside her, wanting to comfort her but not knowing where to start.

In the end, the two could only watch Li Xuandu's every move. First, he sealed the grave, then he placed a blank stone tablet that Shen Changsheng had prepared earlier in front of the grave, and finally used his finger instead of a pen to carve the words "Tomb of Zhou Gong Tingchao and his wife" on the tablet.

After doing all this, Li Xuandu turned around and looked at Zhou Shuning, and whispered: "Shuning, kowtow to your parents."

Zhou Shuning knelt in the mud in front of the grave without any extra words, and kowtowed heavily.

…

Taiping Mountain, praying for peace, asking if this world is peaceful or not?

Everyone knows that the most mysterious Taiping Sect among the twelve sects of the righteous path is located in Taiping Mountain, but Taiping Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, spanning two states and three prefectures. There are very few people who really know where the Taiping Sect's mountain gate is located. It is just like the poem "Only in this mountain, the clouds are so deep that I don't know where it is."

At this time, Taiping Mountain in Huainan Prefecture was covered by heavy rain, but Taiping Mountain in Fengyin Prefecture was drizzling. There was a mountain pavilion at the junction of the two prefectures. It was built by no one in what year. It had octagonal eaves, glazed golden tiles, and red painted pavilion pillars. There was a stone table and four stone benches in the pavilion. The table was engraved with 19 vertical and horizontal lines. There were stone boxes on the left and right of the chessboard, which contained chess pieces made of two colors of smooth stones.

A couple was taking shelter from the rain in the mountain pavilion. The wife sat on the stone bench, holding her chin with one hand and knocking the chess pieces with the other hand.

My husband looked at the railings, looking at the vast rain and mist outside the mountain, rubbing a Taiping money with his fingers, and whispered: "I haven't left Taiping Mountain for hundreds of miles in these years, and I have heard of the Zifu Sword Immortal. The name, I can see it today, is really extraordinary."

The woman asked with a smile: "I heard that the Sword Immortal of the Purple Mansion is known as the number one in Guizhen Realm?"

The man smiled, "At the peak, I can be said to be well deserved, but now I am the old emperor's experience. Now the number one person in Guizhen Realm should be Yan Feiqing who entered the Tao with pure Yang."

The woman felt a little regretful, "That's a pity. If there was another great sword immortal in this world, our four sects would probably be able to surpass the Zhengyi sect."

The man shook his head and said, "If this is true, it is only because Qingwei Sect has suppressed Zhengyi Sect, and it is only for a while, and it is destined to be difficult to last."

The woman was silent.

The man put away the Taiping Money in his hand and said slowly, "Don't underestimate Zhengyi Sect. Why can Yan Feiqing become the youngest leader among the twelve Sects? This is not a matter of being in trouble, but a successor, and the rest of the others The sect also relies on the older generation to support the situation, and from this point of view, it has fallen below. When the younger generation of the other eleven sects truly takes over the old generation's mantra, Yan Feiqing's general situation has come true. By then, one step Slower means slower, and I don’t know if I will be pressed on the head for decades.”

The woman asked, "You mean, we are betting on Zheng Yizong this time?"

The man shook his head and said, "Two things, it's true that the first move is the first move, but invincible move does not mean that the middle move and the final move can be invincible. Looking at the history, there are never a shortage of things that are about to start and end, so what I mean is, just watch the changes, Take a look again.”

The woman responded, pulled out a piece from the stone chess box and threw it onto the stone table.

The chess pieces rolled and the sound was crisp.

Finally, the chess piece stopped at Tianyuan position.

The woman who is proficient in chess skills whispered to herself: "Golden horns, silver edges, grass belly, and a belly full of heaven. From common sense, this is a bad move, and on the other hand, it is also an unreasonable move."