Chapter 836 – The Years and the Great Zhou Imperial Capital
Chapter 836 – Age and the Great Zhou Imperial Capital
[Spirit Sacrifice:Si Ying ……
Origin:Hongkai Purple Mulberry Tree.
Note:Shareable.]
[Spirit:Chen Fang……
Origin:Mengqi Thousand Flowers.
Note:Shareable.]
The water on the surface of the well swayed as two brand new Sacrificial Spirits appeared, and the Moonwatch Well seemed to have a sense of what the Well Master needed the most, and could directly share their Origin alone.
Under the crumbling ruins, Xin Zhuo’s face flushed with a hint of redness, the origin can be shared, then it can be fused with the pure spirit origin, he only needs to follow this direction in the future, everything is promising.
Only, what would happen when fusing the Origin, whether his body would be able to withstand it was unknown at the moment, he needed a peaceful hiding place, or he could say it after he went to the Great Zhou Palace.
Just about to go down the mountain, behind him came a sound of breaking wind, only to see two old crone with hundreds of green and black disciples swept in, trembling and sweeping a glance at the surrounding area, even the sect shattered can not be cared about, the look of panic and humble, bowed in unison to salute.
Just now those three people engaged in battle, comparable to a miracle, far beyond their understanding, even after hiding in the mountain stream at the back of the mountain, they were still shaken to the point that their bodies were sore and numb, and their minds were in a trance.
At this moment, only Xin Zhuo was still alive, naturally he had won, and the gazes towards Xin Zhuo were filled with admiration and fear.
Xin Zhuo was a little embarrassed, so he had to say, “I am sorry for spoiling your sect’s mountain gate, but I just don’t have any money left in my body nowadays ……”
Those two old crone panicked and stepped forward, arching their hands and saluting: “Sect Master …… Great King …… Your Majesty ……”
Changing several addresses in a row, hundreds of Wudang disciples with lowered heads looked at each other, only feeling puzzled.
Xin Zhuo was also greatly surprised: “You are ……”
A slightly shorter crone boldly stepped forward a few steps, gently smiled: “Bold vermin, in broad daylight, bullying a handless person, there is a king’s law?”
Words said some strange, and intentionally put out a young girl’s scolding and arrogance, but full of old folds and squirming posture, looks more or less a little bit horrible.
However, Xin Zhuo suddenly recognized her: “Miss Qin Li Rong?”
The lady warrior Qin Li Rong who was heroically rescued when she ran away from the Volsung Mountain and brought Cui Ying Er and the others to break into the world.
The old woman was a bit embarrassed: “There is no such thing as a girl, she is seventy years old.”
The tall, thin crone on the side also smiled with difficulty: “Your Majesty, I am Song Xijun.”
Xin Zhuo was stunned, his thoughts drifted to those years many years ago when he broke into the jianghu, those haphazard and various operations, the female warriors and jianghu heroes of those years.
How many years ago was that already?
These years he lived in seclusion in the town of Long Xian, although he witnessed the life and death of some old friends and the growth of some children, but he did not have much emotion about the passage of time, as if he was an outsider who always had to leave, until ……
Seeing the two in front of me, green silk for white hair, young girl pretty turned into late twilight years, a kind of age, once covered by the feeling of water, so that his heart infinite frustration.
For a while, only then sadly said: “even so old ……”
Sang Li Rong laughed bitterly: “I should be three years older than your majesty, this year eighty-four years old, poor life, not into the earth immortal, Shaohua is easy to pass away, how can it not be old? Senior sister is eighty-seven years old this year, a few years longer than me, although both have never married in their entire lives, but they are already at the age of being a great grandmother.”
That Song Xijun laughed: “On the contrary, His Majesty’s eighty years old, the appearance is still like a young boy, handsome and spiritual, I’m afraid that now has entered the Martial Immortal registration?”
“Martial Immortal ……”
Xin Zhuo sighed, slowly walked towards a piece of stone wall on the side that had not yet collapsed, waved his hand to manipulate his true qi, and wrote a piece of handwriting with a dragon flying.
“Brewing the creation of heaven and earth, cultivating the divine sword that captures the sky ……”
From the Confucian Sect’s [Heaven Capturing Blade Technique] spell.
He turned back to the two of them: “I still have things to do, I can’t catch up, this blade art is gifted to you as an indemnity for destroying the mountain gate, take care!”
The figure instantly dissipated like a bubble and disappeared without a trace.
“Martial Immortal secret art! Sent!”
Hundreds of Wudang disciples hurriedly surrounded the stone wall, excited, only Sang Li Rong and Song Xi Jun stumbled and rushed to the edge of the steps of the mountain gate, looking at the pitch-black night, with a hint of frustration on their faces. Xin Zhuo was a great man of the highest realm they had ever seen in their lives, and how could it not be their youthful years back then?
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Xin Zhuo has arrived at the bottom of the mountain, with the little yellow continue to travel to the imperial capital of the Great Zhou, only after walking more than ten miles, he suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask them, who is the emperor nowadays, and where is that kid Ji Yu?
It is always unattractive to go back and ask again, so he had to face the moonlight and walk slowly.
The next day at the beginning of the hour, the distance from the imperial capital has been less than thirty miles, too long did not come back, the capital of the various roads of the long street, post, the official road have changed the appearance, unknowingly around to the east gate “Shenwu Gate” nearby, for this door to come many times, Xin Zhuo killed and would not want to walk again, simply with a small yellow blindfolded and back to the west of the capital road of the official road. The official road.
Outside the west gate, the ten-mile long embankment has become thirty miles, and in March, when everything is recovering and the withered trees are springing, the weeping willows have sprouted new buds and issued new branches, together with the purple and red flowers in tight clusters, and as far as the eye can see, there is a beautiful purple and red color.
On the official road, people are like a sea of cars, and noblewomen are busy picking flowers.
It was busy and noisy, but not annoying, even those temperamental aristocrats also slowed down their transportation, lifted the curtains, and looked around.
Here, even if the mood is dull, can not help but relax a lot.
“Master!” Xiao Huang wagged his tail, rubbing against Xin Zhuo’s pants leg, with an evil face: “Look at these military masters, boys, noblewomen, ladies, thousands of golden girls and dignitaries, all reserved, with a stand, if you burst out and shouted, I am the supreme emperor, how will it be? Will it scare them silly?”
“They would be treated as idiots!”
Xin Zhuo sighed, “You’re a good dog, where did you learn a bellyful of forced pretense routines?”
Little Yellow laughed strangely: “People don’t pretend to be a teenager in vain, back then the master said that in the Xuan Tian Sword Sect.”
Xin Zhuo said: “We are together more than a hundred and fifty years old!”
Xiao Huang: “Ah this ……”
“Ah this dog can talk, my God!”
A group of boldly dressed, rouge-scented thousand-dollar ladies on the side looked at Little Yellow in shock, and then …… the words turned, “So cute!”
Xin Zhuo:”?”
Little Yellow:”……”
Madly wagging his tail, pretending to be a simple little earth dog, rushed toward the girls.
Xin Zhuo shook his head and walked forward.
In the distance, a scholar chanted:”…… Late the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the grass and trees are fragrant in the spring breeze. Colleagues, what do you think?”
“No, no, no, the prose poems left behind by the Great Sage Supreme Emperor Saint Ancestor back then, such as ‘Jasper is made into a tall tree, ten thousand threads are draped with green silk tapestries’, and then ‘A few early warblers scramble for warmth in the trees, and who’s spring swallows peck at the mud in the spring’, have long since said all that spring has to offer. Any poem is not as meaningful as it should be.”
“That’s right, how can I compare with the great saint like Emperor Sheng Zu? By the way, everyone, this year’s spring exams, how much confidence do you have in being honored on the royal list? How can you see all the flowers in Andu?”
“Hahahaha, this year, I will be a scholar and a first-class scholar! I’ll be honored to be on the royal list!”
……
Xin Zhuo looked over, only to see a group of young scholars dressed properly handsome, full of mouth flowers, not far away from the groups of young girls eyes flooded with spring light.
Can not help but smile.
This side continues to move forward, looking at the long embankment of a weeping willow, he was pondering when Su Miao Jin entered the capital, where did he meet himself?
I don t know why I thought of her again ……
At this time behind suddenly came a burst of agitation, a row of luxury car driving across the road, attracted passers-by have cursed, but saw the horseman driving the car smugly said: “His Highness the King of Jiaojiang car driving, be careful of the trouble coming out of the mouth!”
Only then did the crowd shut up and dared not speak out in anger.
Jiaojiang King is only twelve years old, but today’s third prince’s eldest son, the third prince was loved by the emperor, Jiaojiang King is the palace of the Empress Dowager’s heart baby, it is rumored to be quite similar to the Shengzu Emperor, even if the evil is full of, the entire imperial capital and who dares to mess with?
Xin Zhuo also with the passers-by to the side, the car drive just past, see small yellow face rouge color, shaking his head and ran back, a face of complacency.
Continue to move forward, see the front to the “Shengmen”, the sky suddenly started a light rain, the official road such as the sea of the crowd rose a colorful umbrellas, more girls and the scholar’s panic running, accidentally bumped into a full embrace, may become a literati writers and ink writers write millions of years is not out of date the love story bridge.
When it is easy to squeeze into the “De Sheng Men”, finally arrived at the big Zhou imperial capital “An Du” which has become completely strange!
I fell asleep after work, there’s still one more chapter, I’ll post it later!
(End of this chapter)