Fu Canglu

Chapter 659 Soaring Sword Qi Three Thousand Miles ([-])
There was a bang of thunder, except for the torrential rain and wind and thunder in the hall, it was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

"I don't care about Tian Que's original intention of doing this, Huang Su, can you bear to see with your own eyes all kinds of pain caused by yourself, acting on a person?" Yi Xiao stroked her lotus clothes Sleeves, eyes raised upwards, looking at the huge Bodhisattva: "After doing this, when facing the Buddha statue, will you not feel ashamed?"

Princess Anle stood still, raised her eyebrows: "Why are you ashamed? Your Highness is a great practitioner of the Holy Island, and you should know that life is born with all kinds of pain, born by me and born by others. In the Buddhist scriptures, there is only the bliss of death. Since you are alive , then live."

Yi Xiao suddenly said: "Then do you know that your son will feel extremely painful because of what you have done?"

Huang Su narrowed his eyes.

"After the incident in Lujia Town, Rouge should be imprisoned to death in the prison, and he will be given the death penalty when everything recedes." His Highness said slowly: "No one related to Yuan Tiangang can escape. Those who are hiding in the fairy tower, when the Great Wei destroys the country, Xiao Buyi and I will find out one by one, and the treatment of the princess will be sent to the eighteenth floor of the prison."

Huang Su smiled indifferently.

"Huang Hou is a hero in Lujia Town. He pleaded hard for Yan Zhi, saying that he was willing to tell all the information about Yuan Tiangang in exchange for the undead Xiao Buyi agreed." Yi Xiao lowered his eyebrows and tied his fingertips with black vitality tied into a rope, The sleeves of the lotus clothes are tightly strangled, the sleeves are no longer wide, the caliber is strangled to death, and the white skin at the interface is set off like white jade.

"Why do you do this, the princess doesn't know? Or do you know it in your heart, but you don't want to believe it?" Yi Xiao said dumbly: "Eating fast and praying to Buddha, praying for the safety of your children. One thing before people, one thing behind one's back, I will clarify with you today, Huang Hou has long wanted to elope with Rouge, if he knew the truth, then your last relative in this world would hate you to the bone."

Huang Su gathered her collar silently, and her voice was a little hoarse when she laughed: "Your Highness, I, Huang Su, have never had any relatives since I was born. Now that I know that I was born with pain, how can I not accept it?"

Yi Xiao looked at the beautiful woman in her early thirties with a gentle smile in front of him, he shook his head and said no more.

"A scale fish. It's not worth my troubles. When I came back from the front line, the battle in Fengting City has not yet begun. Xiao Buyi can rest assured, but I can't rest assured." Yi Xiao stared at the woman in front of him, and finally I didn't intend to go into it further, but said four words concisely: "Amulet. Bring it."

Huang Su said calmly: "That sign has already been sent away from Lanling City by Yeqi. The fastest horse in Qiliang took the fastest path, and it should have almost reached Qijiang by now."

Yi Xiao stared at the woman in front of her: "So you've been stalling for time?"

Huang Su sighed softly, and regretfully said: "I have another very interesting story. Your Highness... don't you want to talk any more?"

Yi Xiao laughed softly. From the sleeve of his fastened lotus robe, a small black snake of sword energy oozes out, spreads to the palm, and condenses with the movement of bending the middle finger and clasping it on the thumb.

The little sword-qi snake spit out the letter silently, and arched its body.

"Slap" loosen his fingers.

The body fell to the ground, overlapping with the sound of rainwater rolling down the eaves outside, and then turned into a long black and continuous line, which flew up the moment it hit the ground, moving continuously, and shuttling through the rain curtain.

In the Buddhist hall, His Royal Highness did not move. He looked around and found a wicker chair. He sat in front of Princess Anle, posed carelessly, and said with a smile, "Princess Huang has a long night tonight. You finish the story. But at dawn, the iron cavalry will not be able to reach the Qijiang River, and Huang Su will no longer be the princess of Anle Palace, so please cherish the next time."

A woman in a white robe and a red scarf stared at the young Highness hiding in the darkness.

She said something calmly.

The little Highness in the dark had no smile at all.

"King An Le. He is not dead."

The wind passes through Juanzhou, and the rain enters Hongliu City.

A black shadow, like a hurricane.

The horse's hooves step on the splashing muddy water, like an arrow that shoots out quickly, flying past, the thunder suddenly appears on the ground, reflecting everything in the world, this iron ride is like a phantom, galloping away in the flash of thunder , even Lei Guang couldn't catch the trace.

It is indeed the fastest horse in Qiliang.

It is indeed the closest Tao.

Outside the Great Compassion Temple, there was a long jet black line flashing out, like a snake like a dragon, with fierce sword aura, shuttling through the majestic heavy rain, wind and thunder howling, criss-crossing.

It is appalling to hear the world's control of Yuan, and it is shocking to go out of the body.

If everything can be a sword.

Then pop out with your fingers, run with a sword, and you can take the head of a person thousands of miles away without leaving any traces.

With this sword, the sword energy is out of the body for three thousand miles.

"I have been married to that man since I was 14 years old. No one knows better than me. He drinks and has fun every day, and he is dissolute, but in the end, he shouldn't die of drinking and sex."

Huang Su's voice sounded in the hall.

"In the second year of the Spring and Autumn Period, on the eighteenth day of March, Xiao Raven died of alcoholism." Princess Anle said softly, "This is the ending he deserved. It seems like a good ending to die on something he likes the most? But no. People know that he prefers longevity to wine and sex."

"A person who hopes to live long enough to have enough time to enjoy the glory and wealth, he has no ambitions, because he knows that he can't compete with Xiao Wang. He wants to 'survive' and live forever. Such a person, How could he die so easily?"

There was a bang of thunder.

The main hall was rendered white by thunder.

Sitting in the dark, Yi Xiao's face was revealed for a moment.

Huang Su said softly: "I know what Your Highness wants to ask, if he is still alive, where is he now?"

Yi Xiao lowered her eyebrows in thought.

"Of course I don't know." Huang Su paused, then smiled and said, "The 'dead' I said is just a state. I don't believe he is dead, but that's the truth. After posting a sad eulogy, I became the master of Xu Lingdao, even if he is still alive, so what?"

"Does your Highness feel that such a description is very similar to an old friend?"

Three words almost blurted out from Huang Su's mouth.

Xiao Chongding.

It almost overlaps with the image of Prince An Le.

She pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "Compared to His Royal Highness, Xiao Raven is just a poor prince. No one cares about him. I don't love him, and I don't have any intention of finding traces of his existence. My lord said that the real death is that everyone forgets this person, and the next-level death is that there are still people who have not forgotten you, but everyone thinks that you are dead."

"He has died in our cognition."

"Does it matter where in the world he lives?"

When the last thunderbolt flashed in the night sky.

The muffled sound in his head made Yi Xiao in the darkness open his eyes. He woke up from the posture of propping his chin, sat upright, and looked at the woman in the hall.

Huang Su looked at Yi Xiao and asked calmly, "Is this story interesting?"

Yi Xiao pursed his lips tightly, and the threadless thoughts in his mind began to erratic, without the lotus figure, and because of the connection of sword energy, the sea of ​​souls became wider and vast.

The sudden flash of fire polished it.

Everyone has forgotten about Yi Xiaoan.
Including Qi Shu, Qingshi, and everyone around them, they don't remember that such a person is still alive.

So is she still alive?

Everyone thinks Xiao Chongding is dead
So does it matter where in the world he lives?If the memory of 'Xiao Chongding' dies, then his life is equivalent to dying in the perception of everyone in Lanling City.

Just like Xiao Raven, Prince of Anle.

This is a person who shouldn't have died, but has 'died'.

Where did they go?

"Your Highness, I believe in Buddhism, and I believe in the six realms of reincarnation." Huang Su said softly, "I have been troubled by illness since I was a child. I don't care about bringing pain to others since I am free."

"That sign, even if His Highness has great means, can't get it back."

The land far away.

A ray of sword energy flew across the distance, three thousand miles away, across the land, mountains and rivers, and the speed was faster than that of the white tiger.

Finally disappeared without a trace.

Like the melting wind and snow, it finally returns to nothingness.

The iron cavalry pursued by that ray of sword energy galloped all the way, and finally disappeared into the world as if out of thin air, more like breaking into hell, or a place that does not belong here.

In the hall, Yi Xiao stood up, and disappeared the moment he stood up.

Thousands of miles away from here, the surface of the Qijiang River is turbulent, and the rolling river stands vertically and spreads loudly.

A column of water on the surface of the river soared into the sky.

The wind and snow rolled back, and time was frozen. The young man in lotus clothes stepping on the river was extremely majestic. Looking at the wind and frost boat hanging from the nine heavens, his voice was like rolling thunder, and every word was like an imperial order.

"Bring it!"

The majesty is always surrounded by sword energy, smashing the domain of the first generation of city lords.

The drops of water froze, and the wisps of mist remained in a state of dispersing.

The ferryman above Xinghui stood on the boat, looking silently at Yi Xiao on the river.

The sword energy soars to the sky for three thousand miles.

Dressed in lotus clothes, Juechen came.

(End of this chapter)