Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 1

Fenglingdu, with iron cables across the sky, is the iron cable bridge on Luoshui, the last river leading to Luoyi. After crossing the iron cable bridge, it is Yimapingchuan.

Two fire dragon horses with no variegated fur, pulled a carriage and galloped from the high mountains. The driver was a burly man. The windows of the car were closed, but there were obvious marks of swords and axes on the panes. Criss-crossing, some even cut off the panes.

Although the two fire dragon horses are BMWs, they are exhausted.

"My lord, don't panic, after crossing the bridge, no one will dare to chase you down!" A man's deep voice came from the carriage.

"Uncle Duanmu, I'm not afraid!" A childish voice came over.

"Zhong Yong, how far is it?"

"I've seen Fenglingdu, and there's still a mile to go." Zhong Yong, the driver of the car, replied, with no trace of joy in his tone, because he saw a few people appearing in Fenglingdu, wearing bamboo hats and wearing black clothes .

He raised his whip, and the whip made a crisp sound in the air. The exhausted horse suddenly accelerated, rolled up billows of smoke and dust, and headed straight for Fenglingdu.

The men in black lined up in three rows, the first row was slightly shorter, dragging the horse-cutting blade, and charged straight over.

In the second column of manual movement, countless hidden weapons, like migratory locusts, covered the carriage.

The third column is special. There is only one person, who is taller than the others by two heads, like a giant. What is creepy is that he is holding a big iron vertebra in his hand, with a diameter of three or four feet. When the wheel was round, it was smashed out according to the carriage.

Before the carriage arrived, the hidden weapons had covered the sky and covered the sky.

Zhong Yong yelled, and the whip in his hand immediately became blurred, as if layers of water rippled, hidden weapons fell one after another.

He snorted, a small amount of hidden weapons still slipped through the net, he was hit by a barbed wire on his left shoulder, and several hit the carriage behind him.

He didn't allow him to think too much, the big iron vertebra came through the air, and the small horsewhip was fine against hidden weapons, but it couldn't stop such a huge iron vertebra at all.

Just as he was about to block it with his body, a force surged from behind: "Get out of the way!"

Zhong Yong was involuntarily thrown high by this soft force, flipped forward, pulled out the sword from his waist, and landed in front of the left. Just as he landed, the light of the saber shone, and the saber slashed towards him, and his sword also handed out.

Zhong Yong didn't have time to look back, but he knew that Duan Muliang made a move.

Duan Muliang, Zheng Hou's good general, Zheng Guozhi Gancheng, the teacher of his son Bai Liming, led his son on a tour, was shocked to hear that Zheng Hou was seriously ill, traveling in starry nights, encountered more than a dozen assassinations on the road, all his men and horses were destroyed, and he saw the wind lingering There are still dozens of miles to cross, and the capital of the country is in sight, but the opponent is intercepting and killing at Fenglingdu.

He guessed who it was, except for the young master Bai Licong, who else could do it.

Bai Licong, the eldest son of Marquis Zheng, was born of a concubine, usually generous and kind, Duanmuliang knew that this was the truth.Marquis Zheng has four sons, because Bai Licong is a concubine, and the eldest son Bai Liming stands in front of him.

With a bang sound, the big iron pillar hit the carriage, and the carriage was torn apart, but the people inside were fine, because Duanmu Liang's internal force poured into the carriage, and with the help of the disintegration of the carriage, the impact of the big iron pillar was resolved.

A woman's terrified cry came from inside the car, and the two maids lay on the ground.

Duanmuliang stood majestically on the carriage, holding a black iron mace in his hand, and Shizi was behind him. The fire dragon horse let out a long hiss and rushed towards the chain bridge.

He knew the danger. The chain bridge was different from ordinary bridges. Usually, the carriages passed by slowly, but there was no time. Duanmuliang believed in himself.

Zhong Yong saw that the sword was coming, he did not parry, he strode forward, the light of the sword was sharp, the sword did not reach his body, the sword had already pierced the opponent's throat.

He didn't stop, turned his sword, and strode forward. His swordsmanship is the swordsmanship in the army. It is simple and practical, pays attention to momentum, and the brave wins when he meets a narrow road. There is no trick at all.

The enemies fell one after another, and his body was also covered in blood, and both sides were brave enough to die.

The carriage rushed up the Fenglingdu Iron Chain Bridge with a cloud of smoke and dust.

The bridge deck is fixed with wooden boards, but it is well maintained. Fenglingdu is an important hub of the vassal state Zheng.

The carriage has become a flat-bottomed cart, and the two maids are trembling on the carriage board. Duanmuliang is holding a black iron mace, standing awe-inspiringly. Although his son Bai Liming is pale, he stands on Duanmuliang's side like a small pine tree. behind.

Although the bridge was quite bumpy, the speed of the vehicle did not decrease, and one-third of the time passed in a blink of an eye.

A spray of water rose suddenly, and a sword light shone like a sword, mixed in the spray, suddenly appeared from the surging river without warning, and went straight to Bailiming.

Duanmu Liang shook his mace, moved his feet slightly forward, shouted loudly, water splashed, and there was a sound of steel clanging, a figure suddenly stopped in the air.

This was a young man with bright eyes, but his face was covered. The sword in his hand suddenly lit up and exploded. Duanmu Liang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help screaming: "Broken Sword Mo Xian! You are Broken Sword Mo Xian!"

Mo Xian, the sixth killer of the killer organization Yan Luodian, no one has seen his face, because his assassination is often done in one blow.

I don't know how many masters of Yan Luodian that the world has never heard of.

Duanmuliang only heard about it vaguely. He didn't expect to meet Mo Xian one day. He just heard of Mo Xian's broken sword technique. He couldn't figure it out. Since the sword was broken, how could he succeed in assassination?

With the bright light, Duanmuliang instinctively wanted to close his eyes, but then he realized that he couldn't close his eyes. Not only could he not close his eyes, but his eyes were opened wide. Seeing that the sword in Mo Xian's hand was blooming like a flower.

Duanmu Liang instantly understood the true meaning of the broken sword technique, and saw a thinner and smaller sword stabbed towards his throat like a stamen in the fragments, with a kind of mournful beauty.

This is the true meaning of the Broken Sword Technique. It looks like a sword, but in fact there is a sword hidden in the sword. The outer sword is specially processed and stimulated by internal force, just like an explosion. The real deadly sword is the one hidden within it.

There was no way for Duanmu Liang to evade, the mace in his hand was cruel, he ignored the sword, and smashed it down towards Mo Xian.

He is not an ordinary person. In this case, his choice is undoubtedly correct, to die with the enemy, but he is wrong. If this trick can be successful, I am afraid that Mo Xian will not be famous for his broken sword.

At this moment, Mo Xian's figure drew a strange arc, and Duan Muliang's trump card actually failed, but Duan Muliang only felt a chill in his throat, all the strength in his body suddenly flew, his eyes went dark, and his last thought was actually I'm sorry Zhenghou.

Mo Xian turned the sword in his hand and saw Bai Liming. Bai Liming's face was pale. Things were going so fast that Bai Liming couldn't even react. His mind was blank, and he saw a sword light in front of him. All dumbfounded.

Seeing that Bai Liming was about to be injured by Mo Xian's hands, Mo Xian calmed down like a god of death, he killed people as if it was an unrelated matter, Yan Luodian bought Bai Liming's life with gold, he didn't care who wanted Bai Liming Ming death is just to complete an ordinary thing calmly, anyway, people are always going to die, what is the difference between dying earlier and dying later.

"Namo Shakyamuni Buddha!" ​​The sound of the Buddha's trumpet exploded in his ears, in his ears, and even in his whole body. Mo Xian couldn't tell the difference. He felt that there was no sense in his body that was not under the sound, and his blood was floating all over his body. .

He had never experienced this kind of situation at all, but he still put the task first, and stabbed at Bailiming with a sword, but the charm of this sword had long been lost, not only slow, but also full of flaws.

Bai Liming suddenly came to his senses. Although he was young, he was General Duanmuliang's apprentice. He was stunned for a while, but now he came to his senses. He took a step back and pulled out the sword at his waist. With hatred in his heart, he held a sword.

Mo Xian's sword fell short, and his heart trembled. At this moment, he heard the sound of the wind behind him, and a huge aura overwhelmingly pressed him, knowing that someone was making a move from behind.

With an arc at the foot, the person has already turned an angle, and what comes into view is a Zen stick, with a golden light, flying towards it. There is no one behind, and the stick leans on the sky.

Mo Xian was shocked. He had heard of Buddhist masters who subdued dragons and subdued tigers, and had supernatural powers that the world could not imagine. He never thought that he would face them one day.

Mo Xian shook the slender sword in his hand, and the sword immediately shot forward like a mountain of swords, but how could it be against the flying stick? Immediately bloodstained.

With a plop, Mo Xian fell into Luoshui, a trace of blood slowly blurred on the surface of the water.

On the bridge, the Huolong horse's legs softened, and fell to the ground with a plop. The damaged carriage rushed forward, and the bridge body shook violently. With the scream, Bai Liming couldn't stand still, staggered, and his body involuntarily rushed off the bridge and fell into Luoshui.

Zhong Yong, who was fighting on the shore, saw his eyes cracked, and cried out in grief: "My son..."

At this moment, the Zen staff that leaned on the sky suddenly radiated light. At this moment, wherever the golden light went, everything was still.

"Namo Shakyamuni Buddha!" ​​An old monk appeared out of nowhere, just as he should be here, appeared in the golden light, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the Zen staff.

His face moved slightly, which made people feel a kind of charm. In the murderous intent, people felt like a spring breeze, and the Zen stick in his hand stopped, and the two maids and Bai Liming returned to the carriage with a whoosh.

The old monk looked at Bai Liming kindly: "Fool, you haven't woken up yet!"

Bai Liming was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, he knelt down abruptly: "Disciple Huiming pays homage to Master!"

The old monk laughed loudly: "You remember, good! Good! Come back from the calamity! Let's go!"

Baili Ming, also known as Hui Ming, looked around, struggled on his face, walked up to Duan Muliang's body and kowtowed: "General, I will definitely avenge your revenge, you can go at ease!"

The old monk frowned and sighed: "When will the injustice be repaid? I rescued you from the world of mortals in this life, but you have caused karma in the world of mortals. What a shame!"

Huiming hesitated for a moment: "I awakened the frontier today, but I still have to pay back the karma in this life!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhong Yong. At this time, the man in black had retreated quietly. When Mo Xian fell into the water, they all dispersed in a crowd. Zhong Yong was rushing to the bridge. Hearing this, he couldn't help being anxious: "My son, why did you become a monk? Your father is waiting for you to go back!"

"The coming and going of people is just a matter of karma!" said the old monk, and he walked away. Huiming followed him closely, seemingly slowly, but disappeared at the other end of the bridge in a blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)