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Chapter 86 It's a pity, no one can stop a sword!
It seems that the Sword God needs a trip.

Zheng Ming looked up at Ximen Chuixue.

"Mr. Ximen, would you like to go to the Blue Mountain Sect?"

"What are you going to do?" Ximen Chuixue asked.

"kill!"

"How much to kill?"

Zheng Ming paused slightly and said, "All the warriors of the second rank and above in the Blue Mountain Sect."

Ximen Chuixue nodded slightly.

Zheng Ming looked at the indifferent Ximen Chuixue with pity in his heart.

It would be a waste to let the Sword God kill those people in the Blue Mountain Sect.

At the very least, the opponent of the Sword God should be a strong master, and killing some first- and second-rank warriors is simply an insult to the Sword God.

Suddenly, his heart moved slightly.

"Mr. Ximen doesn't need to go back to Shanhai County after finishing the Blue Mountain Sect."

When Ximen Chuixue heard this, he looked at him with some doubts.

Zheng Ming's expression was slightly positive, and he said, "Go to Kyoto and join the Royal Temple."

The Royal Highness is a hall established by the royal family to recruit the masters of the Jianghu masters. Once you join it, you can get a lot of privileges.

For example, establish a sect, obtain fiefs, receive a generous salary every year, and obtain various treasures from the royal treasury.

Of course, wanting to join it is not an easy thing.

The cultivation base must be above the first rank, and it must have the potential to break through the master.

That is to say, only Grandmasters or those who have the potential to become Grandmasters can join.

Of course, this is very simple for Ximen Chuixue.

Today, there are three grandmasters enshrined on the bright side of the royal enshrinement hall, and each of them is a long-established master master.

Great Confucian Wang Shouming.

The benevolent abbot of Jingshan Temple.

Heartless Swordsman Ye Nanxin
These three are definitely top figures in the Dali Dynasty, and even his emperor, Lao Tzu, has to be courteous by three points.

In particular, the Great Confucian King Shouming, the representative of the Great Glass Confucianism, has taught disciples in almost the entire court over the decades.

To put it in a bad way, the royal family has not lost control of the imperial court under the suppression of Bailianzong, and Wang Shouming's merit accounts for five points.

The remaining five points are the heritage of the royal family.

Speaking of which, Zheng Ming doesn't know how much power the royal family controls.

Don't look at him as a royal family, in fact, he doesn't know much about the real royal family.

His predecessor was too small to interfere in the affairs of the royal family, and after he crossed over, he came to Shanhai County, and naturally he did not understand the strength of the royal family.

Perhaps the clearest should be his emperor Lao Tzu.

Zheng Ming asked Ximen Chuixue to join the Royal Enshrinement Hall. One was to find out how much power the royal family had, and the other was to arrange the capital in advance.

In the capital, he had not much power to use. Although Eunuch Wei was facing him, there were some things Eunuch Wei couldn't do because he belonged to Zheng Qingsong.

Apart from Duke Wei, he has almost no power in Kyoto.

And let Ximen Chuixue go to Kyoto just to help him build some heritage.

This kind of thing does not need Ximen Chuixue to do, just need Ximen Chuixue to join the royal worship hall, and the rest can be handled by the Inspection Yuan.

"As long as Mr. Ximen is willing to join the royal worship hall, I believe the royal family will not refuse." Zheng Ming said affirmatively.

Thanks to the identity implanted in the system, Ximen Chuixue's origin is well traced, even if the royal family really has some concerns, they will not reject Ximen Chuixue.

After all, for the royal family, a powerful grandmaster is too important.

Even if the master is not sincere, they will put him in the worship hall.

After Ximen Chuixue heard it, he looked at Lian Xing, and then nodded slightly, as he agreed.

The reason why he looked at Lianxing was because Zheng Ming's safety was the most important thing to him.

With Lianxing by Zheng Ming's side, it should be enough to protect Zheng Ming's safety.

"In addition, please don't expose your relationship with this king, sir." Zheng Ming said again.

Ximen Chuixue said, "Please rest assured, Your Highness!"

After Zheng Ming explained a few more words, Ximen Chuixue left with the black devil.

……

Outside Dilan Island.

A small boat floats slowly in the turbulent sea.

Ximen Chuixue, dressed in white, sat in the boat with an indifferent expression, and a large boat was slowly leaving in the distance.

Looking at the beautiful Dilan Island, Ximen Chuixue waved his hand, and the boat shook slightly, turning into an arrow off the string and shooting at Dilan Island.

in a blink.

The boat has been docked on the shore.

Ximen Chuixue walked towards the island step by step on the soft sandy beach.

Not slow, not too slow.

Walk from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.

Along the way, there were quite a few fellow travelers, all of them wearing blue robes, they should be disciples of the Blue Mountain Sect.

Finally, he came to the gate of the Blue Mountain Sect.

The mountain gate made of white jade looks very delicate, shining with crystal brilliance in the bright sun.

Three gilt characters are written on the mountain gate.

Blue Mountain Sect!
Should be right!
Ximen Chuixue looked up at the mountain gate, and then slowly stepped into it.

"Stop, who is coming? Sign up to come!"

In front of the mountain gate, four Blue Mountain Sect disciples asked.

"Ximen Chuixue!"

"What are you doing at my Blue Mountain Sect?" a disciple asked in a low voice.

"kill!"

In an instant, the eyes of the four disciples became vigilant.

However, before they could react, Ximen Chuixue stepped forward slightly, and his figure disappeared instantly.

When they reacted, Ximen Chuixue had already walked [-] meters.

Spreading all the way to the stone steps at the top of the mountain, an isolated figure floated up.

Every step you take, you will advance dozens of meters.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

The four disciples guarding the mountain gate stared blankly at the stone steps, without any movement for a long time.

on top of the mountain.

Ximen Chuixue stood on a hill.

The wind on the mountain blew his white shirt hunting, as well as the dark black hair.

The mountain flat built of bluestone is the training ground of the Blue Mountain Sect. At this time, many disciples are practicing martial arts in it.

"Who are you?" A disciple looked at Ximen Chuixue suspiciously and asked.

This disciple probably thought that Ximen Chuixue was a guest of the sect, so he asked curiously.

Ximen Chuixue ignored him and focused on a middle-aged man.

Second rank warrior!
The body moves slightly, the breeze blows.

The middle-aged man who was instructing his disciples to practice suddenly froze, a tiny sword mark on his neck slowly cracked open, and crystal blood beads seeped out from the sword mark.

With a thud, he fell to the ground.

All the disciples were stunned.

what happened?

The master was fine just now, why did he suddenly fall down?
They were puzzled.

"Master, master!" A disciple stepped forward and called softly.

However, no response was received.

He turned the corpse over slowly, and suddenly saw the slight sword mark on the neck.

"Master is dead!" he cried out in disbelief.

For a time, everyone on the entire mountain fell into a panic, but no one noticed that the white figure disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, panic spread throughout the entire Blue Mountain Sect like a tide.

One by one warriors above the second rank fell inexplicably, and groups of disciples who were overwhelmed exclaimed.

"what happened?"

"Elder Fu is dead!"

"Ah, Deacon Song is dead!"

"Sect Master, Sect Master is also dead!"

But for a moment, the entire Blue Mountain Sect fell into endless panic.

After the Blue Mountains.

Ximen Chuixue stood on a large rock.

The white clothes beat the snow, and the breeze was blowing gently.

He gently blew the blood on the blowing sword, and the blood beads gently arced in the air and landed on the stone.

The sword was still shining like snow, reflecting a pale and lonely face.

There was an unspeakable loneliness in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, no one can stop a sword!"

The whispered words echoed in the mountain breeze.

(End of this chapter)