Two red suns, one in front and the other in the back, rose slowly on the eastern horizon.
After dawn, the morning mist dissipated.
A new day had arrived.
For the Northern Song, this day might be nailed to the pillar of shame.
Because the most beautiful woman in the empire, the most beautiful pearl of the empire, was forced to marry the head of the Nangong family.
One was a young girl in her prime, and the other was an old man with many wives and concubines, who was known to be a playboy.
For any woman, such a marriage was undoubtedly a disaster.
The imperial palace was decorated with lanterns and streamers.
The disciples of the Nangong family were all beaming. They went in and out of the imperial palace as if they were in a busy market.
Nangong Chunliang had completely occupied the imperial palace, and the emperor of the Northern Song was forced to offer the imperial palace as a place for his wedding.
In the past few days, the members of the Nangong family, as well as some disciples of the sects attached to the Nangong family, went in and out of the imperial palace at will, causing a lot of trouble. It was even said that some palace maids were raped, and even some concubines and princesses of the emperor of the Northern Song were molested. The news spread out and caused an uproar, but the royal family of the Northern Song could do nothing about it.
Nangong Chunliang, who was 249 years old and dressed in a red robe, stood at the gate of the Hall of Diligent Government, overlooking the imperial palace, feeling a sense of carefree pleasure.
That day was extremely important for him and the entire Nangong family.
He had absolute confidence in his son.
The Nangong family had been dormant for a thousand years, and finally soared to the sky as they wished.
The number one martial artist in the world appeared in the Nangong family.
And as the head of the family, he had the opportunity to become the first existence to surpass the three empires in the history of the Divine Land. Just thinking about it made him tremble with excitement.
The sun rose in the east.
"Master, the emperor of the Northern Song and others have been waiting outside the imperial palace according to your order. They will go with the carriage to pick up the bride." A young man with a red sand mark between his eyebrows, who was capable and dressed in black, came over and reported respectfully.
He was Zhang Yue, the eldest disciple of Nangong Chunliang.
Nangong Chunliang asked, "Is Yu 'er back?"
Zhang Yue said, "Young Master's flying boat went out last night and hasn't returned in the early morning."
Nangong Chunliang smiled and said, "Before the battle, Yu 'er is still so leisurely and elegant. He must be sure to win. Don't worry about it. He won't miss today's event … Let's go."
The experts of the Nangong family gathered together.
Surrounded by hundreds of people, Nangong Chunliang arrived at the gate of the imperial palace.
The emperor of the Northern Song, with gray hair on his temples, stood at the door with a bitter look on his face, as if he were a follower. The other members of the royal family also dared not say anything despite their anger. They just walked behind the experts of the Nangong family, as if they were servants.
There was a hubbub of voices along the way.
Experts from various sects and clans who came to watch the ceremony lined up on the street. There were tens of thousands of people in the martial arts world alone. Coupled with a large number of people of the Northern Song who were forced to attend the ceremony, the street could be said to be packed with people. The scale of the ceremony was extremely grand.
For anyone in the Northern Song, today was undoubtedly a humiliating day.
Soon, Lord Virtuous the Eighth's Mansion was in sight.
Half a month ago, the entire Prince's Mansion had been completely surrounded by the forces of the NanGong family. Only people could enter, but not leave.
"Hahaha, I'm already here. Why don't I see the bride coming out to greet my husband?" Nangong Chunliang's attitude was a little too arrogant.
In fact, he did it on purpose for everyone to see, and in this way, he wanted to stimulate Li Mu. He believed that Li Mu must have come today. Perhaps he was hiding in the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to save the bride.
He wanted to use this way to attack Li Mu's heart of martial arts.
The feeling of stepping on the reputation of a martial arts legend to rise to the top was really great.
Lord Virtuous the Eighth slowly walked out of the gate with the people in his mansion.
"Yo, Mount Tai came out to greet you in person. Why don't I see the Countess?" With a smile on his face, Nangong Chunliang stepped forward and said, "Didn't I tell the Countess to come out to greet me in her wedding dress? She hasn't married yet, but she already disobeyed her husband's words? "
Lord Virtuous the Eighth's face was livid, but he did not speak.
Zhao Ji, who was dressed in white, finally couldn't help saying, "Master of the Nangong family, why are you so aggressive? Since ancient times, there has been no reason for the newlyweds to come out to greet you in person. Are you going to humiliate the Countess on purpose? "
Nangong Chunliang's eyes fell on Zhao Ji. "You are?"
"Zhao Ji of the Northern Song."
Hearing that, Nangong Chunliang smiled contemptuously and said, "Oh, I've heard of it. It's said that there is an idiot named Zhao Ji in the Northern Song. He was originally a talent of the Northern Song and once became the top scholar. Unfortunately, he was greedy for beauty. For years, he fell in love with Countess Huanzhu. He gave up his bright future and was willing to be a funny pug under this woman's knee … How pathetic."
Zhao Ji's face was filled with resentment as he said, "At least it's much better than the Nangong family bullying the weak and robbing us of our dignity."
"Give me the sword." Nangong Chunliang stretched out his hand.
Zhang Yue handed over a simple and unremarkable ancient sword.
Nangong Chunliang held the sword in his hand and said calmly, "This sword is the personal sword of Dao Ling, the head of the Qingcheng Sect of the Northern Song. Dao Ling was in charge of Mount Xuankong, but he lost his virtue and refused to follow the orders of the Nangong family. My son, Nangong Yu, killed him in Mount Xuankong. After the Qingcheng Sect was destroyed, the sword fell into my hands. Based on what you just said, you deserve to die 10,000 times. However, considering that you used to be a talent, if you can take a sword strike from me, I won't kill you today."
After that, without waiting for Zhao Ji's answer, he slashed out with the sword.
The air parted like butter.
Zhao Ji's face changed dramatically. He felt that the shadow of death was descending in an instant.
He had passed the literary examination and learned martial arts later. How could he be a match for Nangong Chunliang, the head of a thousand-year-old family? How could he survive a single sword strike?
"Puff!"
The sword light slashed at Zhao Ji.
He spat out a mouthful of blood. Like a paper kite with a broken string, he flew backward dozens of meters and fell at the gate of Lord Virtuous the Eighth's mansion.
Nangong Chunliang sheathed his sword, smiled, and said, "I suddenly changed my mind. Today is a joyous occasion, and it's not appropriate to kill people. I'll spare your life and let you see how I sleep with your beloved woman. Haha … Guards, hang him at the gate of the mansion for me."
Lord Virtuous the Eighth couldn't stand it anymore. He took a step forward and said, "Patriarch Nangong, enough is enough."
Nangong Chunliang smiled and said, "Old Mount Tai, step back. I don't want to hurt the friendship between us today."
Lord Virtuous the Eighth stood in front of the seriously injured Zhao Ji and said angrily, "Humph, how can there be any friendship between us?"
"Haha, you're so old. Why are you still so ignorant? There are some things that should be said, and some things that shouldn't be said. "Nangong Chunliang sheathed his sword, and his eyes gradually turned cold.
Lord Virtuous the Eighth seemed to have made up his mind. He refused to give in and said loudly, "I'll make it clear. Today, you can't marry Yu 'er unless I bleed and die in front of the gate of this mansion." His expression and tone were extremely firm.
"Haha, you're really ignorant." Nangong Chunliang shook his head and said with a smile on his face, "Old man, I'm afraid you can't stop me. It's a pity that your old bones are buried today. I'll give you one last chance. Step back."
Lord Virtuous the Eighth looked resolute and fearless. "I said, unless I die."
Nangong Chunliang smiled contemptuously and said no more.
With a sneer on his face, Zhang Yue, the eldest disciple, walked directly over and violently grabbed Lord Virtuous the Eighth's neck. Then, like grabbing a chick, he dragged him aside.
The old man's neck was suffocating. He made a croaking sound and struggled with his hands and feet.
The other disciples of the Nangong Clan dragged the unconscious Zhao Ji to his feet. Some even came over with iron hooks, which were covered with barbs, and were about to pierce Zhao Ji's shoulder blades and hang him at the gate of the mansion.
The members of the royal family of the Northern Song looked humiliated.
The surrounding people of the Northern Song were all restless.
"Today, our Nangong family rules the world, and we're going to kill the chicken to warn the monkey. Haha, whoever dares to disobey will be killed without mercy." Nangong Chunliang looked around and swept his eyes across the faces of countless Song people. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain.
His voice was like thunder, resounding in the surroundings and reaching everyone's ears. He said, "Now, in this world, who else can stop our Nangong family? The so-called number one martial artist in the past, the God of Broadswords in Taibai City, also hesitated in front of my son's sword. He didn't dare to show up and didn't even dare to save his own woman. What a good-for-nothing, haha … "
As he spoke, suddenly, a figure stumbled from the direction of the imperial palace in the distance and shouted from a distance, "Master, master, something bad has happened …"
"Plop!"
The figure fell in front of Nangong Chunliang and said in a panic, "Master, something bad has happened, something bad has happened …" It was Nangong Chunliang's second disciple, Kong Gang.
Nangong Chunliang looked angry and said, "Why are you panicking? Get up … Get out of the way."
He had just made such a domineering speech, but he was interrupted before he could finish. The aura he had created was destroyed. His heart was already burning with anger.
"Kong Gang is usually very sensible and perceptive. Why is he so reckless today?"
Kong Gang, however, seemed to not feel his master's anger. With a panicked look on his face, he explained in a panic, "Master, listen to me. The sky is falling. The sky is falling. I …"
Halfway through his words, Kong Gang suddenly froze.
He looked up at the sky in front of him with a look of horror on his face, as if he had seen the most terrible thing. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he raised his hand to point at the sky. His whole body was trembling with fear. "M-M-Master … Master …"
Nangong Chunliang was stunned, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.
He looked in the direction Kong Gang was pointing.
Everyone looked in that direction.
At some point, a tall and thin man, who looked like a bamboo pole, was standing in the air. His clothes were fluttering even though there was no wind. He was carrying an antique erhu on his back and a rectangular jade box in his hand. Like an immortal, he looked down.
"Who … is this man?"
In front of the gate of the Lord's Mansion, there were so many experts of the Nangong family, as well as experts from all over the world. They were all martial arts giants, but none of them noticed when this tall and thin man had appeared.
"Master Nangong?" The tall and thin man landed on the ground gracefully and stared at Nangong Chunliang.
Nangong Chunliang frowned and said, "Your Excellency, you are …"
"I'm a servant of the Knife Hut in Taibai City. I've brought you a big gift." As the tall and thin man spoke, he raised his palm. The rectangular white jade box, as light as a feather, flew toward Nangong Chunliang.
"Taibai City? The Knife Hut? "Nangong Chunliang came to his senses.
He sent out a gentle force to catch the jade box. Holding it in his hand, he sneered and said, "Are you Li Mu's man? Why didn't Li Mu come himself? Haha, what big gift? Are you afraid? If you are, come to my Nangong family and admit defeat in person. Be a slave for a hundred years. Maybe I can let him go … "
As he spoke, he opened the jade box.
A pungent smell of blood rushed out.
"This is …" Nangong Chunliang's face changed dramatically.
There were two heads inside.
One was Nangong Yun.
And the other was Nangong Yu.
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