As the old saying goes, don't do things more than three times.
However, this was the fourth time this West Chu remnant had come to the imperial palace.
However, when the official Cao Zhangqing stepped into Great Peace City this time, there was a young woman by his side.
She hovered on her sword, her clothes fluttering in the wind. The civil officials who had the slightest bit of knowledge were dazed for a moment. This woman was beautiful enough to cause the downfall of a country, right?
After more than a thousand people came back to their senses, the civil and military officials instantly changed from east to west, to north and south. The military generals, led by the two assistant ministers of the Ministry of War, Lu Baijie and Lu Shengxiang, as well as many old great generals, rushed to the south. The civil officials retreated to the north. There were also two hundred people who walked very fast or very slow. The ones who walked very fast were the next generation of West Chu people. They were very flexible and only wanted to draw a clear line between them, afraid that they would be implicated. The older generation was the complete opposite. They almost all cried at the same time. When they turned and retreated, they raised their sleeves to cover their faces and stumbled. There were dozens of old people who cried on the spot. Among them, there were some fearful descendants who wanted to support them. Without exception, the old people threw their sleeves and glared at them. This made the young talents who had finally managed to get a place in the imperial court feel ashamed and unable to show their faces.
Many of the remnant officials who had been accepted into the imperial court because of the Liyang imperial court also sighed emotionally and had complicated expressions. The eight fallen countries of the Spring and Autumn Period slowly merged into Liyang. Only West Chu was still "rampant" and wanted to rise from the ashes.
The Emperor of Liyang was the first to step out of the hall. Unexpectedly, the son of the Zhao family, who had been disrespected time and time again, was not angry. He only laughed loudly and said, "Mister Cao, what a good West Chu coming to Great An City!"
Cao Changqing was dressed in normal green robes. His hair was white. If he was not standing high on the walls of the imperial palace, he would be no different from an old scholar from the Hanlin Academy.
The son of the Zhao family continued to laugh and said, "My Liyang Dynasty has a white-robed monk who hangs the Yellow River in Beimang's Dao De Sect and Mister Cao has come through eighteen gates. This is a blessing for my dynasty."
When these words came out, the originally uneasy civil and military officials in the square all felt reassured and smiled.
A talented emperor of a generation should be able to swallow the world with his aura.
Cao Changqing said calmly, "I'm waiting for you to return the favor."
Curses were immediately heard at Cao Qingyi's feet, cursing him for not knowing what was good for him. Most of the curses came from the mouths of the civil officials. Most of the generals were so angry that their hair stood on end. They only regretted that they did not have any weapons in their hands. Plus, they were afraid of Cao Qingyi's reputation as the Confucian Saint, so they did not dare to act rashly. They were afraid that they would fail in their mission and be ridiculed instead.
With a crash, someone turned their head first, and then they all turned to look at the stalwart man in the red python robe. Dragging his spear, he walked up the steps. The tip of his plum wine spear was pointed to the ground. He came to the side of the Emperor and spun the body of the spear, stabbing the handle into the ground.
One man could guard the pass.
The plum wine turned from green to purple.
With the War Saint Chen Zhibao protecting the Emperor, the son of the Zhao family was even more heroic. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Great General Gu Jiantang at the bottom of the steps. Until now, no one had been able to shake the throne of the number one martial art master in the Liyang army. When Chen Zhibao entered the capital, everyone was looking forward to a showdown between the two. Unexpectedly, not only were the two old and new Ministers of the Ministry of War not like fire and water, there was even a rumor that Gu Jiantang had personally brought wine to the Chen mansion for a drink. Gu Jiantang saw the Prince looking at him and nodded lightly. Holding the handle of his saber, he strode forward. The generals retreated one after another. Gu Jiantang did not directly pull out his Nanhua Saber. Everyone knew that Gu Jiantang had a pair of sabers. This Nanhua Saber came from the collection of the Eastern Yue Imperial Palace. It was not wrong to call it a talisman saber. It had been blessed with layers of talismans by successive generations of Taoist state teachers. Since ancient times, Eastern Yue had been the birthplace of famous swords, but the Nanhua Saber still took away the title of the champion of weapons. Together with the Wudang talisman sword Shenshu in Wang Xiaoping's hands, they were known as the "Twin Talismans".
Directly south of the palace wall was Cao Changqing, who walked barehanded, and the fallen princess Jiang Si, who rode on her sword.
To the east was the Wu family's sword tomb, the "Su Of Gojoseon", who had failed to stop them. Behind them was a large beehive created by the sword tomb's unique sword-controlling technique. Eight hundred of the Wu family's hidden swords gathered together.
To the west was Prime Minister Qingci Zhao Danping, who came from Mount Longhu. This Great Celestial Master, who was dressed in feather-clothes, stood side by side with a burly old man whose identity was unknown to the world. On the old man's back was a large sword that was almost twice the length of an ordinary ancient sword.
At the foot of the wall, there were two rows of imperial guards holding colorful ceremonial halberds.
"Gu Jiantang returns the courtesy first."
After Gu Jiantang finished speaking, he stretched out his arm, and a ceremonial halberd flew out from the hands of the imperial guards. Gu Jiantang, the Number One Saber User in the World, rushed out in large strides and grabbed the ceremonial halberd that was flying rapidly toward him. With a soft shout, he blasted it toward Cao Changqing on the wall like a thunderclap.
Cao Qingyi took a step forward and hovered in the air. She put her index and middle fingers together and gently raised them toward the tip of the halberd that was coming at her with the force of thunder.
The ceremonial halberd that was one and a half feet long did not break inch by inch. Instead, it shattered into fine powder.
Cao Changqing's hair was not messed up at all.
"Second Zhao Danping returns the courtesy."
The sage-like Zhao Danping was wearing a yellow-purple Daoist robe. She was like an immortal. She raised her sleeves and took out nine peach wood swords with peach talismans stuck on them. There were nine flying swords. She actually used the celestial technique of Daoism's Daoism.
Cao Changqing sneered, "You are reciting the ancient language, but you are doing it as one of us. How do you ask for immortality? "
The distinguished official who dominated the world stretched out a finger and pointed it lightly.
Among the nine swords, eight of them killed each other and shattered in the air. The last sword tried its best to reach in front of Cao Changqing. Even the weak civil officials who did not have the strength to truss up a chicken could see that it was like an arrow at the end of its flight. Cao Changqing's finger that did not retract moved smoothly. The peach wood sword changed the direction of its tip and swept toward Zhao Danping. Its speed was much faster than that of a chicken and a falcon. Zhao Danping frowned. When the flying swords came out of her sleeves, she was outstanding. When she retracted the swords, she was embarrassed. When the flying swords returned to her sleeves, everyone saw that her Daoist robe's sleeves were swaying. It did not calm down for a long time. It was said that this great Daoist Master was very familiar with eliminating demons. However, the Confucian Saint's sword was full of Great Spirit. How could it be easy?
She returned the courtesy twice, but it was resolved by the black-robed woman with a flick of her fingers.
Cao Zhangqing had passed through the palace thrice, but he had never done so under the watchful eyes of so many people. Other than Handiao Temple and a few other top experts who were hiding in the palace, no one else had seen him with their own eyes, much less experienced him. The second time he entered the palace, there were three hundred Imperial Guards in front of him, but they were directly bypassed by the black-robed woman. At that time, if Han Diaosi did not have the unique advantage of Xuan Finger against celestial phenomena, the emperor of the Zhao family would not be the emperor next to Chen Zhibao. Gu Jiantang, who came out with his saber, was only halfway through returning the courtesy when he was interrupted by Prime Minister Qing Ci. He was faintly unhappy, but he still respected him as a Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain. He forced himself to suppress his majestic Qi until the second courtesy was over. He rose from the ground and unsheathed his Nanhua Saber, which almost made the world lose its color.
Cao Changqing, who had been floating in the air, took three steps forward. He proudly put one hand behind his back and used his right hand to welcome the Nanhua Saber.
His palm directly passed through the saber light and pressed down on the edge of the Nanhua Saber.
"What I slay is a Saint."
Gu Jiantang chuckled. The Nanhua Saber light disappeared. He let Cao Changqing press down on the edge of the Nanhua Saber while his left and right hands pressed down on the hilt.
Cao Changqing frowned slightly and was instantly relieved. He turned his body like a spinning top and finally faced the ground with his feet facing the sky. His right hand did not leave the Nanhua Saber. A muffled thunder exploded in the sky.
The rumbling was incessant.
The sky was clear and there were no clouds for thousands of miles. It was really a winter thunder that came without warning.
Cao Changqing held the Nanhua Saber and stood still again. Gu Jiantang did not forcibly seize the saber. Instead, he took two steps back and floated to the ground.
Cao Changqing waved his sleeve.
His sleeve was torn.
Five more thunders sounded in the sky one after another.
Cao Changqing smiled. "It turns out that you are so out of your mind. You are indeed Gu Jiantang, who made the saber extraordinary."
He gently threw the Nanhua Saber to Gu Jiantang, who had landed on the square.
Gu Jiantang did not pester him endlessly. He hung the Nanhua Saber and turned to walk forward.
At this time, everyone saw the "path" behind Cao Changqing slanting to the Ninth Heaven. The clouds shook violently and ordinary people could see it clearly.
On the stairs, Chen Zhibao and the Emperor whispered. The latter was enlightened.
The Earth Immortals were the so-called superior Celestial Beings in the world. However, Cao Changqing was a Confucian Saint. He had not been here for a long time, but he had already reached the peak of the Earth Immortal Realm. He was probably only one and a half levels away from Ancestor Lu who passed through the Gate of Heaven and returned hundreds of years ago.
Cao Changqing, who had used all his strength and only had a slightly tattered sleeve, looked calm.
Many of the civil officials in the square suddenly remembered the words he had said to all of West Chu when this person had entered the Saint Realm at the Western Wall.
"Cao Changqing is willing to die for the world to be turned upside down. I am willing to die for the world to be peaceful."
Cao Changqing was so close to being invincible.
But immediately, everyone felt a sharp sword intent, which was piercing and cold.
As far as the eyes of the woman on the sword could see, the civil officials and generals on the line subconsciously moved to the left and right to avoid it.
Until one person "floated to the surface."
Hsu Fengnian of Beiliang.
That year, West Chu fell.
That year, she had dimples on her cheeks.
That year, his hair had not turned white.
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