Silence, lights in the distance. Shangguan Haitang and Duan Tianya stared at Su Changqing, waiting for his answer. "I am naturally a man of the Divine Marquis, loyal to the Shang Dynasty and the royal family." Su Changqing said. "Okay, Junior Brother, your words are enough." Shangguan Haitang smiled, heroic, and nodded. Duan Tianya and Shangguan Haitang left until the edge of Yunlong Lake. Looking at the blue waves in front of him, he said nothing. "Someone from the Jinyiwei investigated that Su Changqing had been deep in the Tianlao and had a close relationship with Cao Zhengchun. He even got the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" from Dali Prince Duan Yu and used it when he was in the Zhongwang Mansion." Duan Tianya sighed softly. "When my junior brother entered the Zhenfu Division, he was bullied and almost died. After that, he practiced hard and became a disciple of the master, and then he became famous." "Father only gave him a frost and snow knife, brother, this is reasonable." Shangguan Haitang shook her head.
Although she respected her foster father very much. But Su Changqing and Zhu Wusi were not related, but the grace of the emperor of the Shang Dynasty was greater. Su Changqing climbed up from a chorman in the Jinyiwei, and it was impossible to work hard. She knew this very well. Duan Tianya's eyes condensed and he drew the golden sword from his waist. The next moment, he suddenly swept across. The sky exploded, the blue waves set off a raging wave, and layers of sword light emerged and clanged. Phantom sword. Under the crystal dewdrops all over the sky, it was gorgeous and dazzling. Duan Tianya held the golden sword, his face was like jade, and he was in harmony with the moonlight, which was natural and extraordinary. Shangguan Haitang stared blankly, and suddenly smiled: "Brother, Su Changqing once rushed thousands of miles to save Yidao. No matter what, he will not betray his adoptive father." "Is Su Changqing a traitor or a villain, Haitang, please forgive me for not being able to tell, but Yidao is not here now, and the two of us must be careful." "The dragon boat will arrive tomorrow, and my adoptive father will need some time." Duan Tianya took a deep breath, turned around, and stared at Shangguan Haitang. "If he really surrendered to Cao Zhengchun, then I will use the secret hand left by my adoptive father to abolish him at all costs." "For your sake, let him be a rich man in Chang'an in the future..." "I will personally marry Jiang Xingxing and Su Changqing." Shangguan Haitang was stunned. Zhu Wusi had no children, and Duan Tianya was treated as his own son. Duan Tianya was never strong in swordsmanship. He was ranked number one because of his strategy and deployment of troops. Shangguan Haitang had also heard of the hidden hand he mentioned, but he never knew where it was. Only Duan Tianya and Zhu Wushi knew it.
That was the foundation of the Hulong Villa, thirty-six Tiangang and seventy-two Disha. Under its formation, only the Martial Saint could defeat it. "I hope my junior brother won't do anything stupid." Shangguan Haitang sighed softly. ........................... Su Changqing stood at the gate of the tent, and did not go back, but raised his head and stared at the sky. "Duan Tianya, Shangguan Haitang, and Guihai Yidao should only obey Zhu Wushi." "They thought I surrendered to Cao Zhengchun and wanted to target Zhu Wushi..." Su Changqing shook his head and chuckled, turned around and walked into the tent, looked at Jiang Xingxing and said: "Junior sister, let's go and get the Martial Saint's remains." ........................... The two of them rode on a lone boat. One in red, one in black, with mountains and rivers all under their feet. The moon was like a round disk, with bright moonlight falling on the ground, and white mist rising. The lake flowed, and the boat moved forward. "Brother, the master's tomb was originally at the junction of the second peak and the first peak, in a reef." Jiang Xingxing looked at the second peak and said to Su Changqing who was rowing the boat. Su Changqing used his true energy and quickly landed at the junction of the first peak and the second peak. There were many rocks and reefs here, and the boat soon hit a huge reef with a thump. Su Changqing looked down, his eyes slightly fixed, and the bottom was densely covered with reefs, some large and some small. The boat obviously could not move forward. "Brother, follow me." Jiang Xingxing smiled. She jumped up and jumped into the water, like a red koi, shuttling in the water. Su Changqing followed behind her. Soon, she came to the largest reef among them, exerted force with both hands, burst out true energy, and separated them all. There is also a dry well here, which is quite similar to the one on Zhenwu Mountain. But this dry well is not as terrifying as the one on Zhenwu Mountain. There are no wild beasts in it, and the breath that makes people palpitate. Jiang Xingxing puffed her mouth, fluttered her hands in the water, turned around and signaled Su Changqing to follow her into the well. Although the two of them held their breath for a long time, they could not stay in the water for a long time. Su Changqing nodded slightly, and the two entered the well and swam across an underground river.
Soon, a wide underground cave appeared in their eyes. This place is really a different world, it seems to be naturally formed and extremely wide. There is a sculpture here, a dark room door, the whole body is made of black gold, and on the other side of the door. There is a stone sculpture with sword eyebrows, about fifty-six years old, and long beard. "Brother, it was here that I got the three knives of the master's burial flower." Jiang Xingxing's eyes moved slightly, staring at the sculpture, and said. Including her burial knife, it also came from here and was picked up by her from the door. Su Changqing nodded slightly and looked at the dark room carefully. His eyes were slightly fixed. There were traces of hammers on it. This dark golden door, I don’t know what it is made of, and the hammer can’t hurt it at all. Gongsun Wuji should be nearby, but I don’t know where he went. God knows how long he has been hammering this door in the past few months. Jiang Xingxing drew his long sword, the blade trembled slightly, and kept clanging. The Burial Flower Knife, the blade is three feet and seven inches long, red as blood. The Burial Flower Knife in the world will always draw blood. Snow is falling on the earth! Blood-red snowflakes fell all over the sky, like petals, scattered on the ground. With a rumble, the door slowly opened. What came into view was the body of the Burial Flower Martial Saint. He had one arm and sat cross-legged. He was tall and majestic, overlooking the vast world and dominating the world. His clothes were covered with dust, but his eyes were still sharp, and his eyebrows were sword-like. There is a crystal flower on his head, lavender, condensed on the top of his head, with wisps of purple air lingering, extremely terrifying. The flesh body of the martial saint, who can see the gods and fight against the immortals in the world. "Where is the martial saint's remains? Did he eat the master's flesh?" Jiang Xingxing entered, widened his eyes, and asked with some doubts. "This flower on the top is the essence of the burial flower martial saint." Su Changqing shook his head. Jiang Xingxing didn't understand, but he had seen this thing in the classics. Su Changqing stepped in front of the burial flower martial saint, pinched his hands, and took the purple flower in his hands. The burial flower martial saint collapsed instantly. From the eternal existence of the flesh to turning into ashes, it only took a moment, scattered all over the ground. Su Changqing was startled, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. In front of the burial flower martial saint, there is a sword manual, with the characters flying diagonally, which is the three burial flower swords, the entire sword manual. Jiang Xingxing once received the teachings of the burial flower martial saint.
This one is the sword manual written by the Martial Saint Zanghua himself. "He is only fifty years old, how could he die?" Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was puzzled. A Martial Saint can live to be 200 years old. His life span is as high as 480 years due to the blessing of Xuantian Qi, Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, and Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. But the Martial Saint Zanghua lived too little time. ...........................
