Chapter 836 Time and the Imperial Capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty
[Sacrifice to the spirit: Si Ying...
Origin: Hongkai purple mulberry tree.
Note: Can be shared. 】
【Sacrifice to the spirit: Chen Fang...
Origin: covered with thousands of flowers.
Note: Can be shared. 】
The water on the surface of the well swayed, and two brand-new sacrificial spirits appeared, and Wangyuejing seemed to have a sense, knowing that the owner of the well needed the most, and they could directly share their origins alone.
Under the dilapidated ruins, Xin Zhuo's face turned rosy. If the origin can be shared, then it can be integrated with the pure spiritual origin. As long as he follows this direction in the future, everything will be promising.
It’s just that what will happen when the origin is fused, and whether the body can handle it, is currently unknown. He needs a stable hiding place, or he can go to the Great Zhou Palace.
Just as he was about to go down the mountain, there was a sound of breaking wind behind him, and he saw two old women coming with hundreds of disciples in green and black clothes. They glanced around tremblingly, not even caring about the broken sect, and looked panicked and humble. , all bowed and saluted.
The battle between the three people just now was comparable to a miracle, far beyond their understanding. Even though they hid in the mountain stream behind the mountain, they were still sore and numb from the shock and their minds were in a trance.
At this moment, only Xin Zhuo was still there, so naturally he won. His eyes looking at Xin Zhuo were full of admiration and fear.
Xin Zhuo was a little embarrassed, so he had to say: "I'm really sorry for destroying the gate of your sect, but I don't have much money now..."
The two old women hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "The leader...the king...your majesty..."
After changing several names in a row, hundreds of Wudang disciples with their heads lowered looked at each other, feeling confused.
Xin Zhuo was also surprised: "You are..."
The shorter old woman boldly stepped forward and smiled softly: "Bold thieves, bullying in broad daylight one Is there any way for a person who has no power to restrain a chicken?"
The words were a bit strange, and he deliberately acted like a girl with a coquettish and arrogant look, but his face was full of old wrinkles and a coquettish posture. Somewhat scary.
But Xin Zhuo suddenly recognized her: "Miss Qin Lilong?"
When she ran away from Fulong Mountain and led Cui Ying'er and the others into the world, the heroine Qin Lilong was saved by the hero.
The old woman was a little embarrassed: "There is no girl, she is already seventy or eighty years old."
The tall and thin old woman on the side also smiled with difficulty: "Your Majesty, I am Song Xijun."< br>
Xin Zhuo was stunned, and his thoughts drifted back to those years when he was wandering the world many years ago, the various operations that were carried out, the heroines and the high-rollers of the world in those years.
How many years ago was that?
He has lived in seclusion in Langxian Town for these years. Although he has witnessed the birth, old age, illness and death of some old friends and the growth of some children, he does not have much emotion about the passage of time. It is as if he is an outsider and will always leave until...< br>
Seeing the two people in front of him, green hair changed to white hair, the girl's beauty suddenly turned into her twilight years, a feeling that the vicissitudes of time have made it difficult to recover, which made him feel infinitely sad.
After a while, he said sadly: "So old..."
Sang Lirong smiled bitterly and said: "I should be three years older than your Majesty. I am eighty-four this year. I am poor. In my entire life, I have not yet entered the realm of immortality. Time flies by. How can I not grow old? Senior sister is eighty-seven years old this year. She is a few years older than me. Although she has never married, she is already old enough to be a great-grandmother."
Then Song Xijun smiled and said, "Your Majesty is in his eighties, but he still looks like a young man. , handsome and smart, maybe he has become a martial artist now?”
"Wuxian..."
Xin Zhuo sighed, walked slowly to the side of a stone wall that had not yet collapsed, waved his hand to control the infuriating energy, and wrote a piece of handwriting in a flying and flying way.
"Bringing together the creation of heaven and earth, cultivating the divine sword that seizes the sky..."
The [Sword Seizing Technique] from the Confucian sect.
He looked back at the two of them: "I still have things to do, so I can't reminisce about the past. I give this sword skill to you. You have the right to destroy the mountain gate to apologize. Take care!"
The figure dissipated like bubbles in an instant and disappeared without a trace.
"The secret technique of Wu Immortal! It's revealed!"
Hundreds of Wudang disciples hurriedly surrounded the stone wall, extremely excited. Only Sang Lirong and Song Xijun staggered to the steps of the mountain gate. , looking at the dark night, a trace of loss appeared on his face. Xin Zhuo is the most powerful person they have ever seen in their lives, so why is he not in their youth?
……
Xin Zhuo had already arrived at the foot of the mountain, and took Xiao Huang to continue to the imperial capital of Zhou Dynasty. After walking for more than ten miles, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask them, who is the emperor now, and where is that boy Ji Yu?
I went back and asked again, but it was not beautiful after all, so I had no choice but to walk forward slowly facing the moonlight.
At the beginning of the second day, we were less than thirty miles away from the imperial capital. It had been too long since we had been back. The long streets, inns, and official roads in Gyeonggi Province had all changed. Unknowingly, we went around to the east gate again. " "Near the Shenwu Gate", Xin Zhuo didn't want to walk through this gate that he had visited many times, so he simply took Xiao Huang, who was bewildered, back to the official road of Jingxi Road.
The ten-mile long embankment outside the west gate has turned into thirty miles. It is March in the spring, when everything revives, and the dead trees are in spring. The weeping willows have sprouted new buds and sent out new branches, plus purple and red flowers. Clusters, looking around, they are all colorful.
There is a sea of people and cars on the official road, and ladies and gentlemen are busy picking flowers.
Busy and noisy but not annoying, even those wealthy and aristocratic people with great tempers drove slowly, opened their car curtains, and looked around.
When I get here, no matter how dull my mood is, I can't help but relax a lot.
“Master!” Xiao Huang wagged his tail and rubbed Xin Zhuo’s trouser legs with a devilish look on his face: “Look at these military lords, young men, ladies, ladies, rich ladies and dignitaries. I am reserved and put on airs. If you shout loudly, I am too What will happen if you go to the emperor? Will you scare them away?”
“You will be regarded as an idiot!” A trick to show off? ”
Xiao Huang smiled strangely: "Don't pretend to be young. That's what the master said in the Xuantian Sword Sect."
Xin Zhuo said: "Together we are more than 150 years old!"
< br>Xiao Huang: "Ah this..."
< br>"Ah, this dog can talk, oh my God!"
A group of boldly dressed, rouge-scented young ladies looked at Xiao Huang in shock, and then... the words changed, "So cute Yeah! ”
Xin Zhuo: "?"
Xiao Huang: "..."
Wagging his tail crazily, pretending to be a simple little country dog, he rushed towards the girls.
Xin Zhuo shook his head and walked forward.
There are scholars singing in the distance: "...The scenery is beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant. Colleagues, what do you think?"
"No, no, the prose poems left by the Great Sage, the Supreme Saint and the Ancestor Emperor back then are like, 'Jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down.' Another example is, 'Where are the early orioles vying for the warm trees, whose spring swallows peck at them? Chunni' and others have already expressed the meaning of spring, and any poem is a bit meaningless."
"That's right, how can I compare with the great saint like the Holy Ancestor Emperor? By the way, this year's Spring Festival. How sure are you of being on the imperial list?"
"Hahaha, I will be ranked first this year!"
...
Xin Zhuo looked over and saw a group of young scholars dressed handsomely and with colorful mouths. Not far away, there were groups of young girls with bright eyes.
He couldn't help but smile.
Continuing to move forward here, looking at the weeping willows on the long embankment, he was wondering where Su Miaojin met him when he came to Beijing?
I don’t know why I thought of her again...
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from behind, and a row of luxury cars drove wildly, causing passers-by to curse. However, the horseman driving the car said proudly: "Glue Prince Jiang, please be careful when you get out of the car!”
The crowd then shut up, not daring to speak out in anger.
King Jiaojiang is only twelve years old, but he is the eldest son of the current three princes. The third prince is deeply loved by the Supreme Emperor, and King Jiaojiang is even the favorite of the Queen Mother in the palace. It is said that he is quite similar to the Holy Ancestor Emperor back then. There is so much evil going on, who in the entire imperial capital dares to offend?
Xin Zhuo also followed the passers-by and stepped aside. As soon as the car passed by, he saw Xiao Huang running back with a rouge-pink face, shaking his head and looking proud.
Continuing forward, I saw the "Shengsheng Gate" in front of me. Suddenly it started to rain lightly. Colorful oil-paper umbrellas rose from the sea of people on the official road, including girls and scholars. Running around in a panic, accidentally bumping into someone's arms, it may have become a romantic plot that has not gone out of style for thousands of years in the writings of literati.
After finally squeezing into the "Deshengmen", we finally arrived at the "Andu", the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, which was completely unfamiliar!
I fell asleep after get off work, there is another chapter, I will post it later!
(End of this chapter)