In autumn, a mysterious force appeared in the world.
That power massacred Mount Longhu and killed Zhang Tianshi. Then, it destroyed several branches of the True Martial Dao Sect. Following that, it began to wreak havoc in the Song Nation, continuously exterminating sects. Its methods were extremely cruel and bloody. Those who went to investigate afterwards felt that it was a tragic sight.
It was said that this mysterious force was made up of more than ten masters in the Seethrough Realm. The leader wore a silver mask. These people rode on black horses and wore black Taoist robes. They came and went like the wind. Their whereabouts were mysterious and they were cruel and merciless. They did not even have a normal human nature. They were extremely cold and bloodthirsty.
The entire Southern Continent was shocked. The cavalry of the West-Hill Divine Palace and the armies of various countries attacked repeatedly in an attempt to kill these black knights. However, they could not even catch their traces.
The higher-ups of the Divine Hall and the royal family of the South Jin Kingdom had already connected these black knights with the fallen knights. However, they could not understand why these fallen knights, whose cultivation had been destroyed, could regain their strength and become even more powerful than before. What made them even more confused and frightened was who the man in the silver mask was?
There was a clear stream in the mountains. A piece of red leaf floated on the stream. It was like a decoration on a mirror. It looked extremely beautiful. It was quiet all around.
Suddenly, the hooves of the horses stepped into the stream, crushing the red leaves and disturbing the calm surface of the stream. Then, even more hooves stepped into the stream. The birds by the stream let out frightened cries and flew away quickly.
More than ten black-clothed riders crossed the stream and followed the mountain path to the southwest. No one in the troop spoke. Even the frequency of the black-clothed rider's breathing was exactly the same as that of the horses' hooves. And the object of this frequency was the silent young man on the horse at the very front.
The West-Hill Divine Palace and the armies of other countries were setting up defenses at the border of the Kingdom of Song, trying to intercept and kill these black-robed knights. No one would have thought that these black-robed knights could easily pass through several interception lines and come to the Qingling Mountains in the southwest of the South Jin Kingdom.
More than ten black knights temporarily rested beside a stone spring on the mountainside. The fallen knights sat cross-legged and meditated. Having regained their strength and majesty, they did not want to go back to the sad life of fleeing. Therefore, they did not want to waste any time to recover their strength and cultivate.
After an unknown period of time, the fallen knights opened their eyes and woke up. They looked at Prince Long Qing, who was meditating under the tree by the cliff, with fanatical worship in their eyes.
Before the drastic change of the snow cliff, Prince Long Qing had been their direct superior. He had gained the absolute loyalty of many people in the Judicial Department. Not to mention that these fallen knights could continue to live because of him. Moreover, they were living so arrogantly. In addition, they had spent so much effort in the Earthly Pill. Their loyalty was unquestionable.
After escaping from the Zhishou Abbey and returning to the mortal world, Prince Long Qing had recruited a group of loyal subordinates from various countries in a short period of time. Most of them were the spies from the Judicial Department hidden in the Taoist temples and the marketplace. These spies were now his eyes. Therefore, the encirclement of the West-Hill Divine Palace cavalrymen and the armies of various countries was no secret to him. He and his subordinates could still easily deal with them.
Of course, this was also because the West-Hill Divine Palace did not know his identity and did not pay enough attention to him. In the eyes of the Divine Palace, these fallen knights were just rats who had survived for a few days in the glory of Haotian. After all, they could not live forever. If the West-Hill Divine Palace knew that the commander of these knights was Long Qing and that he had committed unforgivable crimes in the Zhishou Abbey, the intensity of the pursuit would naturally be much more terrifying.
With such a terrifying existence as the West-Hill Divine Palace, as long as they really got serious, no matter how many adventures Long Qing had, no matter how powerful these fallen knights were, they would be crushed into powder.
Thinking of this inevitable possibility, Zi Mo's face revealed a trace of worry. He walked to the edge of the cliff and bowed to Long Qing who was sitting under the tree. He whispered, "Priest, now that the cavalrymen of the Divine Hall have been alerted, it is obvious that the Judicial Department knows about this. If Great Divine Lord Ye personally takes action …"
Long Qing opened his eyes and looked at the green hill in the distance that was like a mountain but not as steep as a mountain. He said, "What do you want to say?"
Zi Mo said, "Your Excellency, I suggest that we leave the sphere of influence of the Divine Hall as soon as possible."
The glory of Haotian shrouded the world. The sphere of influence of the West-Hill Divine Palace was the entire Central Plains. Although the Tang Empire was an exception, these fallen knights whose hands were stained with blood would certainly not be stupid enough to enter the Tang Empire. Therefore, there was only one way left for them, and that was to leave the Central Plains.
Long Qing was silent. Although he was powerful now, especially after sucking the cultivation of Master Zhang and several elders of the Martial Arts Sect, he was even more powerful. However, he still did not have the confidence to defeat that woman.
Because that woman had already sat on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade. She had proved with blood that at least in some periods of her life, she was stronger than the previous Great Divine Priest of Judgment.
Long Qing had never thought that he could escape for a long time in the sphere of influence of the West-Hill Divine Palace. When he was not absolutely powerful, such as the peak of the human world, the longer he stayed under the glory of Haotian, the more dangerous it would be.
He looked at the green hill in the distance and said indifferently, "Leaving the Central Plains is an inevitable choice. However, before leaving, I really want to do one thing."
A few days ago, he had obtained a piece of intelligence from a Taoist temple in the South Jin Kingdom. That intelligence was actually meaningless, at least to his great cause of leading these fallen knights. However, that intelligence was like a stone that pressed on his heart, causing his breathing to quicken.
The intelligence said that Ning Que had brought his little handmaiden, who was good at drinking, to attend the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival in the Lanke Temple with the diplomatic corps of the Tang Empire. However, after passing through the Great Swamp, Ning Que left the diplomatic corps with his little handmaiden for some unknown reason. They took a black horse carriage and traveled alone.
According to the specific figures in the intelligence, the horse carriage was not far from where Long Qing and the others were. It should be traveling in the mountains and was about to reach the green hill on the opposite side.
Long Qing raised his head slightly and took a deep breath.
He felt that he could smell the scent of the horse carriage in the mountain wind. He smelled the fragrance of wine on the little handmaiden and the foul smell on Ning Que's body.
No matter what the smell was, it made him feel intoxicated. His handsome face was slightly flushed, and the inconspicuous scar on his cheek seemed to light up. He was clearly expressionless, but in the depths of his eyes, which were rapidly changing between black and white and gray, there seemed to be flames burning.
Long Qing's chest rose and fell slightly. He squinted his eyes and his hands trembled slightly. He said, "Only by killing that person can my Taoist Heart be truly clear. And I want to suck away all of his cultivation … the cultivation that has the smell of the Academy. The smell of the Academy is rare and very pleasant."
His voice was very calm and indifferent.
However, Zi Mo felt that he saw a legendary monster called Tao Tie under the tree. He subconsciously felt fear. It was a kind of fear of absolute greed and coldness.
As the most loyal and most useful subordinate, no matter how afraid he was, even if it would make the Lord unhappy, Zi Mo still had to give his opinion. He reminded in a low voice, "During the time when you were in seclusion, something happened … I heard that Ning Que killed Xiahou in a head-on challenge. And it is said that his little handmaiden will become the Divine Priest of Light. She is not an ordinary person either."
Long Qing did not say anything. He slowly put on the silver mask, stood up and walked to the horse by the spring.
As he walked, the gray in his eyes gradually turned turbid. The dust under his feet slowly floated up, like bees chasing the soles of his boots, and finally became willing stepping dust.
Looking at this scene, Zi Mo was even more in awe and did not dare to say anything more.
More than ten black cavalrymen roared down the mountain.
Standing under the tree by the cliff, one could see the Great Green Mausoleum among the mountains in the distance. There were many weeds in the mausoleum, and there was not a single tree. The view was very wide, and there was a Buddhist temple on the top of the mausoleum.
Even though it was very far away, one could feel the dilapidated aura of the Buddhist temple. Naturally, it could not be the Lanke Temple. One could faintly see a few patches of red in the temple, but one did not know what they were.
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They took the Tang warship across the Great Lake and went ashore at Moling in the South Jin Kingdom. Ning Que proposed to leave the diplomatic corps and go ahead with Sangsang, which immediately attracted a lot of opposition.
Xiaocao could not bear to be separated from Sangsang, and the girls from the House of Red Sleeves could not bear to lose the opportunity to be close to Mr. Thirteen. As for Xian Zhilang, the Imperial General, his consideration was much more direct. He only thought that it would not be safe for Ning Que to leave the diplomatic corps with Sangsang.
When faced with Xian Zhilang's reminder or warning, Ning Que's answer was also very direct. "Don't forget that I am the core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy. I have taken away Wang Jinglue's title. Those who can defeat me will know my identity and background, and they will not dare to provoke me. Those who are blinded by passion and dare to provoke me will not be able to defeat me."
Xian Zhilang found that Ning Que's words were very correct, so correct that there was no way to refute it. In this world, those who could defeat Ning Que must be those Grand Cultivators in the Knowing Destiny State. Grand Cultivators had their own sects and inheritances. How would they dare to provoke Ning Que and risk the Academy's wrath?
Therefore, Ning Que bought a lot of liquor at Moling Ferry and arranged for the diplomatic corps to visit the South Jin Kingdom government. After settling the matters of entering the state cities, Ning Que and Sangsang left the diplomatic corps in a black horse carriage.
The reason why Ning Que had to leave the diplomatic corps and travel alone was because he was worried about Sangsang's illness. Although Sangsang's illness did not seem to worsen, it did not seem to be getting better either. Since the Headmaster of the Academy said that the Lanke Temple could cure Sangsang's illness, Ning Que naturally had to go to the Lanke Temple as soon as possible.
The black horse carriage left the South Jin Kingdom's official road at Moling Ferry and followed the roads between the state cities, heading southeast. It drove on a simple mountain road in the remote mountains and crossed rivers and streams. It did not deliberately hide its whereabouts, nor did it interact with the world. It just focused on rushing on the road in silence.
As time passed, the sound of the carriage became more urgent. The autumn leaves on the top of the mountain gradually turned red, and the autumn wind on the mountain road gradually became cold. They were getting closer to the Lanke Temple.
Perhaps it was because they were getting closer to the Lanke Temple, the world gradually became more Buddhist. Occasionally, they could see a few temples on the road. Although they were not as prosperous as the Taoist temples, they were not lacking in popularity.
One day, there was a sudden autumn rain.
The autumn sky in the rain became increasingly gloomy.
However, the maple tree in the broken temple on the Qingling Hill became increasingly red.
Ning Que put down the curtain and looked at Sangsang, who was lying on his knees. He looked at the tired expression on her face and said, "There is a temple in the mountain, and the scenery is not bad."
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(Chapter one. The next chapter will come out before eleven o 'clock.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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