infinite power system

Chapter 34 The general sends a thousand miles away, the oiran looks at the head of the city (third update)
The blood splattered on the vermilion gate of the palace, bright and coquettish, adding a chill and solemnity.

The man in the golden armor froze, like a clay sculpture and wood carving, Zhang Luohua, he was the master in the big red python robe, he had a high status, but he was beheaded just like that! ?
Tang Feng carried his shoulders on his left hand, and his right hand held a pawn crossing the river. His white clothes fluttered, not stained with dust, and his temperament was sharp and elegant.

He looked at the man in golden armor and smiled faintly.

"Go, go!"

The man in the golden armor trembled all over, calling the guards to flee. Tang Feng's smile was too terrifying and extremely cold, which made him feel chills in his heart.

"Well, I just left, and I still want to compete with a real master of the soul realm."

Tang Feng regretted, and there was a fighting spirit in his heart.

Hearing this, both Xu Wan and Tang Tiannan looked weird, looking at Tang Feng as if they were looking at a monster.

A sword cultivator of the fifth rank of the pulse state actually wanted to fight against a master of the ninth rank of the soul state. If someone who didn't know heard it, he would definitely laugh out loud, because the leap was too big, like a natural moat.

However, they knew that Tang Feng might really have the ability to cross the chasm and head-to-head with soul-level masters.

"Xiaofeng, this imperial decree..."

After a long time, Tang Tiannan opened his mouth with difficulty, his eyes were a little dark.

Tang Feng knew what Tang Tiannan wanted to say, so he smiled easily and said, "Isn't it just being exiled for thousands of miles? It's just right, I'm going to experience it."

Tang Tiannan showed a look of relief, this time Emperor Yunqin was really angry, if he resisted the edict again, then the desolation and Yunqin Palace might really break out into a war.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the Yunqin Palace, but he didn't want Tang Feng to face the desolation after the battle with the Yunqin Palace.

"Where do you want to go?"

He felt a little guilty, whether it was Tang Feng's previous decadence or his current exile, he and the Lianghuang cavalry were the ones who treated Tang Feng badly, and all the Lianghuang cavalry still didn't understand, thinking that Tang Feng had not contributed to Lianghuang. I am very wronged.

"Well, think it over, Dad, don't worry."

Tang Feng smiled at Tang Tiannan, which was not all relief, because it happened to be a way to go to Tianxuan Gate, find another sword mark of the Heaven-Kowling Sword, and learn this mysterious sword technique.

Xu Wan was one of the few people who knew Tang Feng's pain best, her eyes were a little red at the moment, but she left quietly without being seen.

The autumn leaves are falling, and the desolate city is full of jade flutes these days.

Tang Feng was exiled and news spread that he was about to go south thousands of miles alone. Many Confucian and Taoist literati sighed and complained for Tang Feng, because whether it was beheading with a sword or forcing marriage against the decree, it was reasonable and forced to fight back.

However, what people didn't expect was that the most violent reaction to this was actually countless geisha singers and young girls waiting to be married.

Tang Feng's poems such as "Picking Mulberries" and "Magpie Bridge Immortal" were sung endlessly in the Qinlou and Chu halls.

Hearing this news, Tang Feng couldn't laugh or cry, because this is a bit like a famous literati on the earth-Liu Yong, the prime minister in white!
"Every household sings my poems, and countless women weep for me. Is this a kind of happiness?"

Tang Feng shook his head. He has been cultivating hard for the past few days, trying to break through again, but unfortunately he has made little progress, so he decided to leave tomorrow.

This night, the light rain pattered, and the rain beat on the banana leaves, bringing sorrow.

Tang Feng came to the lake center building, holding the last bit of Overlord Shrimp in his hand, as a farewell to the sloppy old man.

The atmosphere was a bit dull. It was rare for the slovenly old man not to laugh at Tang Feng anymore. After eating the wine and meat in silence, he didn't speak, but asked Tang Feng to practice the ruthless secret technique for him again.

The petals are flying, the fragrance is all over the building, and at the same time, there is a sword energy gushing out, which is weird and full of sadness.

It wasn't until Tang Feng's spiritual power was exhausted that the old man spoke again, saying: "One sword can kill dragons and snakes, two swords can destroy old mountains and rivers, and three swords have a consonant finger, that's all I said, get out."

Tang Feng opened his eyes wide, and looked at the old man in surprise, but before he could speak, the sloppy old man flicked his sleeves, and Gang Feng directly swept him out of the building and closed the door.

"Thank you senior for bestowing the sword!"

He looked solemn and moved in his heart, he just wanted to say goodbye to the sloppy old man, but the other party actually taught him the first three swords on the parchment scroll.

After earnestly saluting to the Lake Tower, he walked away slowly in the bitter wind and rain.

Inside the Qingjin Hall, the slovenly old man had complicated eyes, finally heaved a long sigh and hid the Qingjin Hall.

Just after dawn, Tang Feng led a horse and left the palace, one rider and one rider, and no one saw him off.

If he didn't want to give it away, he really couldn't or didn't dare to give it away, because he was afraid that Tang Feng would be left behind if he gave it away.

The light rain is as moist as crisp, Tang Feng walks alone with his horse, and the meaning in his heart is difficult to understand.

However, after turning around an excuse, the scene in front of him completely stunned him.

Women, wearing tulle, no makeup, no umbrellas, just stood on both sides of the street.

Seeing Tang Feng coming with a horse, I don't know who opened the mouth first, it was the song "Picking Mulberry Nine Days".

The voice is melodious, like resentment or admiration, like weeping or complaining,

This poem is originally homesick and cherishing relatives, and the emotional tone is very sad. Now it is even more sad with the bitter rain and wind.

"Who remembers each other in the deep autumn, the leaves are rustling. The country road is far away. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.

When the time is good, I cherish the scenery farewell, not for climbing.I just feel fascinated.When the geese return home, they are even more lonely. "

Sentence after sentence, accompanied by the swirling raindrops, Tang Feng felt a little sad when he heard it, and reminded him of the earth again.

He was still dressed in white, leading a horse, and walked step by step through the street full of women.

As he approached the city gate, he saw a woman dressed in red, holding a guqin in her arms, with the most beautiful makeup on, and a maid beside her holding an umbrella for her.

Ning Xiaomei.

"One foot of crimson is better than Qu Chen..."

The first line sung by this famous desolate oiran was the song "Nangezi".

"Acacia Peach Pit can finally be hated..."

She watched Tang Feng approaching the tower step by step, and smiled, saying one sentence after another, not very sad, but it made Tang Feng cry.

He looked towards the top of the city, knowing that Ning Xiaomei wanted to give him the most beautiful impression, and he didn't want the rain to spoil his makeup, otherwise he wouldn't have specially asked a maid to hold an umbrella.

"One day, I will hold an umbrella for you."

He whispered, the voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to Ning Xiaomei's ears.

"it is good!"

Ning Xiaomei bit her lip, but there were two lines of tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes.

Going out of the city gate, there is a woman who is like an iceberg covered with snow, but today she changed into a long skirt and waited with bare hands.

Xu Wan didn't say a word, just took the reins and led the horse for him.

"Thank you."

Tang Feng sighed, he didn't know what to say, Xu Wan was very kind to him and helped him a lot in secret, and now she came to send him off even at the risk of taboo.

Xu Wan lowered her eyelids and bit her lips lightly. She really wanted to ask him a question, but she didn't.

Hand-washing red beans for Junsu, how is Junxin?

"Linglong dice and red beans"

"Love to the bone and know what you don't know"

The drizzle was hazy, and there was a young man in white sitting on a horse, slightly drunk from drinking.

On this day, there are two scenes in Desolate City.

There are generals who send people thousands of miles away.

There is an oiran looking through the city.

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(End of this chapter)