Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Chapter 146

Que Xianming didn't know how things came to this point.

The cold and dangerous aura emanated from Lingshan's body, completely dispelling the hot summer night wind, passing through his clothes and soaking every inch of his skin. It was as if he was entangled by a vine, no, a poisonous snake, so stiff that he couldn't move.If he was the original form of a peacock, his feathers would definitely be blown out at this moment.

Que Xianming didn't realize until tonight that Lingshan's monster power is so deep.

"Are you afraid?" Ling Shan said softly, "You are shaking."

A wisp of cool air drifted out, and along with the voice, entered Que Xianming's cochlea.

Que Xianming finally couldn't help it, shuddered, immediately lowered his eyes, and made a submissive gesture: "Your Majesty is very powerful."

It wasn't that he was afraid, but this kind of little monster's instinctive physiological reaction to the big monster was beyond his control.

According to the original plan, after the opening dance, the red host will introduce him to Lingshan.However, when the kings entered the palace, Que Xianming heard from a well-informed palace servant that the red host was ill and was absent from the banquet tonight, but the host's good friend "King of Kunshan" came with his pets.

Without the bustard in the middle, how to stand out from the crowd of dancers and attract Lingshan's special attention?Que Xianming thought for a while and decided to take the initiative.

The guard of honor came back from patrolling the city, got off the chariot from Lingshan Mountain, and walked towards the garden.

A few daring palace servants hid behind the flower trees, watched from a distance, and whispered:

"That's the king, really majestic."

"Don't look, go back to work quickly, and be careful not to be punished by the manager."

Que Xianming mixed in among the demon servants, saw the right moment, pretended to be accidentally pushed and pushed by the demon, and fell out of the flower tree with a loud "Aiya".The group of demons behind the tree were shocked, and Asuka appeared in a hurry as if out of the forest, knelt down on the ground, confessed repeatedly, and glared at Que Xianming resentfully.

"What monster?! Dare to charge the king Yijia!" All the monster soldiers surrounded Que Xianming.

Que Xianming raised his head, his appearance was pure and unremarkable, his expression was half panic and half pitiful: "Forgive me, my lord. My name is Xinxue, and I am a little demon who entered the palace to perform. It's my disrespect, and it's none of their business."

An unintentional mistake is not enough to cause death. He just wanted Lingshan to take a look at it from afar and leave a preconceived impression: "I've seen this male demon before."

Who knew that Lingshan not only looked at it, but also walked over.To the surprise of the group of monsters, the surroundings were so quiet that a needle could be heard for a while.

Que Xianming lowered his head, staring at the wide and drooping sleeves of the other party's gorgeous dress.

Swaying the big black sleeve, stretching out a pale, slender hand, Ling Shan said condescendingly: "Come."

Countless shocked and envious eyes shot at Que Xianming, almost turning into blades, cutting him every inch.

Something is not right.Que Xianming vaguely realized that this move was wrong.But he could only bite the bullet and walk down, with a cliff in front of him and a swamp behind him, with nowhere to turn back.

He stretched out his hand and touched Lingshan's cold fingertips: "Thank you, King."

Lingshan chuckled, retracted his five fingers, and exerted force suddenly, Que Xianming was caught off guard, and jumped into his arms with his strength.From the other demon's point of view, it looks like the little demon "Xinxue" who can't wait to throw herself into her arms.

Que Xianming hates it.

Then, as Meng Xueli saw, behind the silk curtain, his friend Peacock was imprisoned beside Lingshan, sitting on the throne together.

Que Xianming looked at the group of monsters, more anxious than Meng Xueli.He has a bad temper to begin with, and he is at the limit of being able to act patiently for so long, not to mention having to bear the heavy pressure and cold air of Lingshan.

Fortunately, he didn't get nothing. He felt that Lingshan was in a state of high vigilance, and there was no flaw in his body's evil spirit.It turns out that Lingshan is very wary of the monsters around him, and the closer the distance is, the more wary he becomes.

He needs a chance to let the other party relax, even if it is fleeting.Give it a go and leave the rest to fate.

The demon kings from all over the world toasted with the king of Lingshan, praising the magnificence of Fengyue City, the luxury of the demon palace, and the generosity of the king.

After the group of demons are seated, the band is ready, three heavy drums are played to set the tone, the music is played, dancers and singers enter the arena one by one, their skirts swaying.

Xinxue whispered: "I would like to dance for the king."

A smile curled up on the corner of Lingshan's lips, and he patted the opponent's waist: "Go."

He looked around the scene and wondered where Meng Xueli was hiding?Seeing Que Xianming, can you still hold your breath?

After losing his demon body, he still dared to come to the demon world and enter the demon king's palace.Now that you're here, do you still want to leave?

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Outside the Yaowang Palace, the lanterns and fireworks were as bright as day.The little demon got wine from the King of Lingshan, drank and sang, and celebrated with the whole city.

Only the prison in the west of the city was as quiet and heavily guarded as ever, like a spectator watching an absurd drama with cold eyes.

Fengyue City gathers the scenic spots of the Three Realms. It is not accurate to say "gathering", it should be a heap of extravagance.Even the prison in the city is modeled after the abyss of the demon world, with a total of [-] floors. A spiral stone staircase is dug out of the ground, extending in a spiral shape, leading directly to the underground river.

Ji Xiao doesn't quite understand this kind of "stacking" aesthetic.His Taoist companions only need a small stove to warm up and a small platform to watch the stars. Compared with other monsters, the requirements are really low.

The underground air was cloudy and cold, and the demon soldiers with a keen sense of smell patrolled with torches, looking vigilant.Ji Xiao walked past them, just like traveling alone in Fengyue City at night a few days ago.

If he is the only one, the breath can be integrated into all things, like light and dust, so it is easy to come and go, but he is here to rob prison.

Only white cranes and purple foxes are imprisoned in the Zhenyao Pagoda, and its symbolic significance is higher than its practical value.The water dungeons are crowded together, and the cages are separated by iron fences, and the monsters who have turned into their original forms are trapped in them, and let out a breathless cry of pain, accompanied by the gurgling sound of the underground river.

The only human race with exclusive special treatment at the bottom.His shoulder blades were pierced by two chains, his legs were soaked in corrosive cold black water, his hair was in a disheveled bun, and his Taoist robe was torn.

Ji Xiao was walking with some water, when the man heard the movement, he raised his head slowly, with a surprised expression on his face.

Ji Xiao saw the young man's face, it really wasn't Jing Di, he looked younger than Jing Di, his face was still young and childish, but his eyes were gloomy and indifferent, forming a great contrast.

Ji Xiao fed him a healing elixir, and a sword energy cut through the iron chain.The boy almost fell into the water, Ji Xiao helped him up, took advantage of the situation to probe his veins, and couldn't help frowning slightly.Flesh wounds can be healed by the power of medicine, but the internal meridians still need to be recuperated slowly.

"Let's go." Ji Xiao said concisely.

The young man didn't waste time by asking any questions, and directly called out the long sword from the storage bag, and followed him with the sword pillar.

Suddenly, there were chaotic footsteps in the darkness, the sound of armor clashing, and a loud shout from a high place:

"Your Majesty said that if you shut him down first and don't kill him, someone will come to rescue him. It's true! Your Majesty is wise!"

Countless torches were lit, and the dark water prison suddenly brightened.There are enemies on all sides. As for the only exit, the spirally rising stone steps are covered with vicious monster soldiers, extending to the end of the line of sight.

The demon general shouted loudly: "The ground exit has been locked, you can't fly with your wings!"

He raised his head and laughed, but found that the two human races had no expressions.

The boy looked at Ji Xiao and asked hoarsely, "Do you know me?"

Ji Xiao shook his head, he really didn't know each other.

"You don't know me, but I know you. I have seen your sword track, above the secret realm. I know who you are."

Ji Xiao didn't speak, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was stretched out.

"Crack." Without hesitation, Ning Wei handed over the hilt of the sword—Jian Zun stretched out his hand, of course he wanted to borrow the sword.Otherwise, do you still borrow money?

In the courtyard of the central city in the secret realm, a sword pierced through the sky and seriously injured the priest of the Zhou family.It is not just Xiao Tingyun, a disciple of Changchun Peak, who can use such a sword.

Ning Wei had tasted the warmth and coldness of human nature too early, and the sinister world, and became precocious and sensitive.Originally, it was just a tentative speech, but seeing the other party's reaction, I became a little more certain.

Regardless of whether Ji Xiao changed his appearance, reincarnated, or in other circumstances, Sword Master is still alive in this world.

So even though he was in a tight siege at this moment, even though he didn't know why the other party was willing to come to rescue him, he felt at ease.For some people, even if there is only a wisp of wandering soul left, it gives people a feeling of "doing nothing."

Seeing that the two dared to chat like no one else, the demon general said angrily, "Go!"

Ji Xiao drew the sword half an inch, the blade was thin and clear, like drawing out a ray of lingling moonlight, illuminating the black water for a moment.

Ning Wei said: "This sword is called 'Silver Hook'."

Ji Xiao said lightly: "The last time I saw it, it wasn't called this."

Ning Wei was puzzled, and was about to ask a question, when suddenly a bright light shot out from the scabbard, causing him to close his eyes for a moment.

The sword energy passed through like a gust of wind, and before the monster soldiers on all sides even had time to scream, they felt a blur before their eyes, and suddenly flew backwards and fell into the water, splashing heavy waves.

Holding the "silver hook" in Ji Xiao's hand, it looks like lightning instead of moonlight.

Ji Xiao held a sword in one hand, killed while walking, and protected the junior with the other hand. The cold hilt of the "Silver Hook" reminded him of the past.

That was more than 200 years ago.Ji Xiao is still young, has just mastered the art of swordsmanship, and has just begun to gain fame. Walking down the mountain is not famous. Most of them are exploring secrets and treasures, collecting various classics, answering doubts in his practice, and looking for materials for refining weapons and alchemy for Hu Si.

I remember that time, the spirit grass that Hu Si asked for was not easy to keep, and he needed to take it now, so he had no choice but to take Hu Si with him, but he met Mingyue Lake all the way to Jianxiu.

Hanshan and Mingyue Lake have different ways of swordsmanship, and the dispute between orthodoxy has a long history.When sword cultivators of the same generation meet, nine times out of ten they will compare swords.

But the Mingyue Lake team has a large number of people, a long age, and a high level of cultivation, so it can't justify it, and it will inevitably spread the bad name of bullying the small with the big, and bullying the small with the big.But letting Han Shan and the others off like this made them unwilling, so they wanted to use their mouths to show off their prestige.So it was proposed to conduct a "oral discussion of swords and friendly exchanges".

The leading disciple of Mingyue Lake spoke the first sentence, reporting his family name: "My sword is called 'Zhan Yutu'."

Ji Xiao held the wooden sword "Shocking the Wind and Rain" and nodded lightly.

Hu Si seemed to hear a joke, and suddenly laughed: "Say it again, what's your name?"

The birds on the branches were startled, completely destroying the solemn and solemn atmosphere of the discussion.

The disciple said angrily: "Haven't you heard of 'Climbing the Tower and Looking at the Jade Rabbit'? It means going upstairs to see the moon. I practice the Bright Moon Swordsmanship. The name of the sword is 'Zhan Yutu'. What's wrong!"

The other party had already explained it seriously, but Hu Si still laughed, covering his stomach with one hand and supporting Ji Xiao's shoulder with the other, unable to straighten his waist: "Little Yutu, junior brother, do you still have the heart to beat him?"

The opposite side scolded: "You deserve to laugh too? Who doesn't know, you are the disgrace of Han Shan, you don't know anything about sword art, you think about crooked ways all day long, and you only hide behind your junior brother's back to show off your prestige!"

Hu Si: "You don't have a junior brother, so you're jealous of me."

All the disciples of Mingyue Lake were deeply humiliated, gave up their verbal arguments, and challenged to fight in anger, Ji Xiao had no choice but to draw his sword.After beating, tell Hu Si not to make fun of others casually, no matter what the name of their sword is.

Hu Si: "Are you afraid you won't win?"

Ji Xiao: "It's easy to win, but there's no need to waste time."

From Ji Xiao's point of view now, he didn't know the world situation back then, so there was something wrong with his handling of things.Such words should not be said in front of those Mingyue Lake disciples.They are still young, if their hearts are not firm, they will leave a shadow.

Afterwards, he never saw those disciples who lost so badly. He only heard that the sword was renamed as "Silver Hook", which also means the bright moon.

I don't know if the old grievances of the past are wiped out, or if the old grievances are like crochet needles, never forget the shame of the past.I am afraid that only Mingyue Lake Guiqing knows.

If there is no accident, Jian's name will not be changed easily, just like the name of a person, if you don't change your name, you won't change your surname when you sit down.It's a pity that the fate of people is unpredictable, and so is the sword.

Today, an abandoned disciple, an abandoned piece on the chessboard, is holding an abandoned sword.The sword and the human have the same life and love each other.