I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 119
Wen Yue looked at the Great City of Liangdu standing horizontally on the ground in front of him with a calm expression.

There was sadness in his eyes.

Mr. Tu Shan in the banner knew why Wen Yue was melancholy.

In fact, it's also his fault, he knows too little, he only knows how to practice, he doesn't understand conspiracies and their own schemes, and he doesn't understand those monks in the practice world
Even he himself doesn't know how to teach his disciples.

Wen Yue is growing up, and so is Tu Shanjun.

He only took half a step longer than the banner master.

Being beaten this time is for the sake of not being beaten next time, no one can know it by birth.

However, there are some mistakes, and it’s fine to make them once. People can’t always fall in a somersault.

No matter how many holes lay in front of him, they were all dug out with the shovel.

Just like the Liangdu in front of me, it's just a bigger hole, but it's nothing.

"call."

Wen Yue let out a long breath.

This should be his second return to Liangdu from Tongguan.

It was really different then than it is now.

At that time, he still had illusions in his heart, thinking that relying on the sharp and enterprising Emperor Liang, relying on the complicated interests behind him, and his own military achievements, he would be able to survive safely.

But he forgot that in the whirlpool, the strongest backing is always only himself.

something.

One person, one streamer, is enough.

"Open the gate."

Wen Chong roared.

The gatekeeper trembled in fright, and the soldiers of the guard hurriedly pushed open the city gate after seeing the big flag.

More than ten riders followed Wen Yue into the big city and galloped along the official road.

After a while, Wen Yue had already arrived at the door of his house.

The door of the Hou Mansion is of course grand, but just looking at it makes one feel deep, and the lacquered red is even more daunting.

Standing at the door of the house.

Wen Yue didn't dare to go in for a long time, and just stood there, motionless.

"buzz"

Wen Yue hurriedly took out the soul flag, only to see two words 'scared' printed on it?
"afraid."

I'm really afraid.

Wen Yue admitted frankly that he didn't want to hold on to it, and he didn't want to tell his husband some nonsense that even he didn't believe, it was useless.

Tu Shanjun no longer responded.

Maybe Wen Yue is waiting for him to give a solution, but he is not good at comforting people.

I don't even know how to revive the courage of young people.

If Wen Yue stood here fearfully, Tu Shanjun didn't want to do anything more.

If you don't want to go, stay where you are.

Tu Shanjun didn't want to turn the flag masters into puppets without their own thoughts, let alone be a baby daddy, and even had to take care of his mood, so he simply avoided it.

Seeing the soul banner rolled up, Wen Yue shook his head and laughed, this is really in line with the style of Mr.

Sir, asking you, is simply asking you.

After picking up his mood, Wen Yue still pushed open the door.

He knew that his wife Song Ran was already standing at the door, so when he opened the small courtyard door and saw Song Ran, he didn't show any surprise, but with guilt in his eyes, he said softly, "Ma'am."

Song Ran's pupils widened slightly, she could see colors and recognized Wen Yue.

But what about Wen Yue's black hair?
Why is his eyes so pale now?

It was as if the person in front of him had gray hair.

"Husband, your hair." Song Ran rushed forward nervously, holding Wen Yue's hair tightly.

"Ma'am... I'm sorry."

Hearing this, Song Ran looked up at Wen Yue, her body tensed, and she asked nervously, "Could it be daddy?"

Wen Yue shook his head: "Three Tigers..."

……

Wen Yue forgot what he said to his wife in the end.

very many.

In the end, I just remembered that my wife didn't cry, but he cried once.

"Father, I want to gamble."

"I know it's unfair to the family, but I want to try, I have to."

"If I don't come back...."

The wheels of the carriage creaked and turned, crushing the turbulent thoughts in Wen Yue's mind.

I don't know when, it turned out to have arrived at the foot of the palace.

After tidying up his clothes, Wen Yue walked to the main meeting hall under the leadership of Xiao Huangmen.

This time, it wasn't him waiting for Emperor Liang, but Emperor Liang was waiting for him.

Stepping into the main meeting hall, Wen Yue bowed his hands and bowed in salute: "My minister Wen Yue, I respectfully invite Shengan."

Emperor Liang, who was seated in the front seat, was originally full of anger, and it didn't even subside for more than a month, but it became more and more exuberant.

He originally thought that Wen Yue would not obey the order and return, so he thought about using people from the Hou Mansion and Annanbo Mansion to threaten Wen Yue into submitting.

But he didn't expect that after the first edict, Wen Yue would come back.

Gray-haired and tired-looking.

That's great, everything is fine, but I should never have killed Geng Lie.

If you kill him, you will be killed. The key is that Geng Lie is a third-rank member of the imperial court. How can this not make Emperor Liang angry?

But when he saw Wen Yue, Emperor Liang felt most of his anger dissipated.

It turned out that Wen Yue was already gray-haired.

After all, this person is a great hero of the country and the pillar of the country that he once recognized.

At a young age, he will have a bright future, but now he has gray hair.

It was originally planned to be a Marquis, one family and two Marquises, isn't that important enough?

Why can't you bear it any longer?
Emperor Liang also hates Geng Lie now, he has nothing to do, why make things difficult for this and that, if he had known, he would not have sent Geng Lie there, he is a complete idiot, not smart at all.

If you're not smart, you don't understand his balance.

Emperor Liang looked gloomy and stared at Wen Yue.

He pounded on the table and slammed the exquisite porcelain to the ground.

Nothing was said, and it seemed as if everything had already been said.

Wen Yue got up, and took out the documents and evidence stored in his arms: "I have evidence that Geng Lie and Zheng Zhong collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country."

"Third rank official, if you dare to kill me, don't you want to kill me?"

Emperor Liang looked directly at Wen Yue, how much he admired Wen Yue in the past, and now he is so annoyed.Wen Yue stepped into the hall today, don't think about going back alive.

Qi practitioners are of course very strong for ordinary people, but this is a palace of a country, and monks are not considered powerful.

If Wen Yue felt that Qi practitioners were his confidence, he would be completely crushed today.

Wen Yue shook his head and said, "Revenge for blood relatives, that's all."

"it is good!"

"You said revenge, so you are Wen Yue." Emperor Liang gave a thumbs up.

"Arbitrarily killing high officials of the imperial court, crimes and treason, according to the law, they should be cut in half in the city and transferred to the three clans."

"I didn't want to affect the heroes, but you have committed a great crime. If you, Wen Yue, can walk out of the gate alive today, I forgive you for your innocence, and I will add a pillar country to you. If you can't, I will not punish your three clans, and give you the last dignity." Great burial."

"The Luohe River is in front of me, and the Tongshan Mountain is behind me. I swear by the river and the mountain, and I have treated you with the utmost benevolence and righteousness."

"I do this not only to you, but also to all heroes."

"Feng Gan was defeated and died. I also didn't anger his family. Wouldn't I be angry? I know restraint, why don't you know restraint?"

Perhaps because he felt that he had lost his composure, Emperor Liang did not continue.

"What else do you have to say?"

Emperor Liang stood up with a complicated look on his face.

Today he was about to chop off the pillars with a wave of his hand, the taste of this was really sad.

Wen Yue bowed and saluted, "Minister, I have nothing to say."

If Wen Yue doesn't want to be decent, then someone will help him.

But because Wen Yue made great contributions, Emperor Liang didn't want to erase the great achievements, so he raised his hand and spared the rest.

After successive defeats, it was not easy to find someone who could win the battle. He was still a young man, but he was not sensible.

It's hard to suffer defeat all the time, Emperor Liang has already been beaten and lacks self-confidence, and now he has to cut the strongest card in his hand.

"Go ahead."

Emperor Liang waved his hand wearily, and then walked into the side door of the meeting hall.

The battle between Qi practitioners still has a great impact on ordinary people, he just needs to wait for the final result.

Lu Laodao and others, who had been preparing for a long time, appeared in the hall.

"My lord, we meet again." Lu Laodao smiled and cupped his hands.

While returning the gift, Wen Yue looked around at the worshiping monks in the main hall.

There were seven people in total, five people from the Hou's mansion that day, and two strangers.

Mr. Tu Shan in the banner looked carefully, the two fresh faces, the stern big man was at the fifth level of Qi training, and the young man in his early twenties was at the third level of Qi training, both of them were okay.

Lu Laodao has the highest level of cultivation, the sixth level of Qi training, which is only half a step away from the seventh level.

The monk chanted Amitabha Buddha to practice Qi, but his cultivation level was also at the sixth level.

The fat man is on the fifth floor, the man with low brows and the beautiful woman in her 30s are both on the fourth floor of Qi training.

As for the boys and apprentices on the first floor of Qi training who do their homework in the enshrinement building, they are leftovers from the Five Spirits Sect, and the highest they can reach in this life is the fourth floor of Qi training.

If you are old and still on the first and second floors, then you have no future.

"Everyone, you are no match for me." Wen Yue looked at everyone with a smile.

It has to be said that Emperor Liang really spent all his money, and the masters of the entire shrine building gathered here just to kill a courtier who became a Qi trainer.

"Oh, anyone can say big things."

The young man looked at Wen Yue with a smile.

Wen Yue's pale hair seemed to be the sequelae of over-consumption of the original source. How could they be their opponents with this old and twilight posture in front of him?

"Don't talk too much nonsense with him. If his head is taken, a certain family still has unrefined utensils."

"Amitabha."

"Pity."

Lu Laodao had already gotten along with them.

Half a year ago, Wen Yue was still a cripple with lingering sickness, but now even if he became a monk, his cultivation base would not be much higher, at most he could only cultivate one or two levels of qi.

But after all, they are the worshipers of Daliang, and they naturally do their part to this kind of thing that happened among the monks in Liangdu.

Everyone shot immediately.

With the surge of mana, the effect of the turtle's fetal breath technique disappeared immediately, revealing Wen Yue's true cultivation.

Lu Laodao couldn't help being surprised.

The aura on Wen Yue's body is so huge, it must have reached the fifth level of Qi training, but how is it possible?
The rest of the priests were also surprised, but they didn't think too much about it. It would be better to say that Wen Yue had a secret.

There are secrets they can reveal after killing Wen Yue.

Wen Yue poured mana into the soul banner.

A tall figure stood behind Wen Yue, with black air billowing all over his body, forming a black mask to resist the offerings coming from all directions.

It was difficult for the seven of them to make an inch of progress.

They all showed astonished expressions, as if they had seen a ghost.

Ripples, mana surging, Tu Shanjun is as immovable as a mountain.

Fierce explosive power.

Push your hands forward.

The black mask exploded with a bang, and the air wave rolled over, immediately blowing all the seven priests aside.

Everyone was affected and fell into a mess.

Those with higher cultivation bases can still stand still, and some priests have to roll twice before they can stabilize their stature.

All of them opened their mouths wide, staring at the tall ghost standing behind Wen Yue in dumbfounded.

That is simply not something they can compete with.

Later?

Or complete Qi training?

They can't see it either.

This red-haired evil ghost with a solemn green face and scarlet ghost eyes looked down, and it was even more oppressive than those ghost kings in the shade to the north.

Wen Yue clenched the magic weapon in the shape of a white token tightly in his hand, and hid it with his sleeve robe.

Few people noticed this scene, but some priests still noticed it.

They were all guessing what the token magic weapon was and how it could be so powerful.

They were actually able to summon the guardian ghosts whose strength they couldn't see at all.

(End of this chapter)