"Evil Lord" Guan Ying once escaped from the National Master and the Demon Queen respectively, and also defeated the Ghost King, Jue Dao, and Ruyi Monk together to be undefeated, which shows his strength!

The bitter wind naturally brought bitter rain. The autumn rain gradually began to fall outside the mountain temple, and the night became darker.

Lu Zhongqi did not mention rushing to the capital at night, because in such an environment, it is easy to be attacked when walking at night, and there will be no time to rescue him. It is better to stick to the mountain temple.

The wind was heavy and the rain was coming, making the tiles crackle, adding to the feeling of silence in the dead of night.

At this time, the windows on all sides were suddenly knocked open, and five or six figures jumped in.

Just as they were about to take action, they saw Shang Yi sitting cross-legged next to the fire, motionless as a clock, with a black black bird on his shoulder staring at them coldly, which made several people feel cold in their hearts.

The attacker was stunned and looked around subconsciously. He saw five corpses lying in a staggered position near the gate of the mountain temple.

One of them was tall, with a rough face, wide eyes, and a dead look. The other four looked exactly the same, and they were neatly dressed, as if they had never fought before. Only the center of their eyebrows was a little red, which was a sword wound, killing them with one blow!

These people looked away in fear and looked at Shang Yi, who attracted the most attention in the ruined temple.

"escape!"

These people shouted in unison and jumped out just as they came, but without their murderous aura and agility, they looked embarrassed and panicked.

The temple became quiet again. This time, Lu Zhongqi, Taoist Hu and others relaxed a lot. The sound of Ruan Yushu's guqin also changed, and the gurgling water moved the clear sky. Lu Guan simply picked up the book of war and read it carefully by the light of the fire.

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Another group of people came outside. They saw the broken windows and doors, and felt that there was no movement inside. They were shocked and did not dare to act rashly. They quietly came to the window and looked inside.

When they saw this, they were startled. Lu Guan and his party seemed to be taking a leisurely outing, without the panic and nervousness of being chased and intercepted.

They swallowed and carefully looked at the situation inside the ruined temple.

Suddenly, their eyes froze, their pupils shrank, and they said in silence: "Sword General!"

"The four evil men of the Zheng family!"

After a short silence, many people turned around and left without looking back. Even the four murderers of the Zheng family died here. Who dares to take action?

There are still a few bolder ones left. They feel a little weird. Since the people inside can kill the four murderers of the Zheng family, why don't they come out and kill themselves and others? Is there something fishy? The one who killed the four murderers of the Zheng family is not

They have already left, so they only dare to scare people but dare not actually take action?

Someone mustered up the courage, climbed up to the roof, found the right spot, broke the tiles and wooden beams, and struck down in the air!

The other few people quickly turned around and looked inside. Once they showed their weakness, they immediately took action themselves.

ah!

The few people only saw the young man with a black bird on his shoulder waved his hand, and a cold light flew out from his sleeves and pierced the eyebrows of the attacker. The next moment, it flew around the temple and returned to the young man's hand. It was a

A flying sword with a handle the size of an index finger.

This is because Shang Yi deliberately slowed down the flying sword to scare them, and also told the people behind them to send out their masters.

They turned and left one by one in silence.

After that, several more waves of people came, but no one dared to enter the mountain temple anymore. They all just watched for a while and then left silently, coming in and out in the rain!

After the rain and clouds dispersed and the sky gradually became brighter, Shang Yi stood up slowly and said calmly:

"It's time to go."

Although Shang Yi acted faster than Meng Qi, he still followed the spiritual prompts and continued the original plot like Meng Qi.

In fact, he understood that this was probably a script designed by Emperor Fengdu. He wanted to use this to observe and understand himself, and at the same time, he wanted to find out from himself the whereabouts of Moro Tawo who was hidden in the Nine Netherworld.

Peishui, the long river on which the capital city depends for its survival, has rolling water and cascading sail shadows, making it very lively.

"I haven't seen you in nine years. The capital is as prosperous as yesterday." Lu Guan half sighed and half sighed.

"If the Western captives go south and such a prosperous scene will no longer exist, please ask Marshal Lu to take care of the health of the people and the world." Taoist Hu said sincerely.

He glanced at Shang Yi and sighed:

"Little friend Huai Kong, although I don't know your origins, this matter is entirely due to the help of you and Miss Ruan. Everyone in the world is afraid of the power of spies and the masters around them. Only you are responsible for your righteousness. Although I can't do it for you, I can't help you."

All the people in the world can thank you on their behalf."

Lu Guan nodded lightly: "Heroes come from young, and Lu will bear in mind the kindness of these two little friends. I hope that I can repay you in the future."

"We are doing it for justice, not for personal favors. If Commander Lu can defeat the Xilu, it will be the best reward for us."

Shang Yi spoke Meng Qi's lines in the original work.

Lu Guan nodded solemnly: "It is Lu's lifelong ambition to expel the Western captives and eliminate future troubles forever."

With the capital in sight, pride and pressure suddenly arose in his heart. After boarding the boat, he remained silent, watching the rushing river and the crowds of people on the shore.

"Compared with the capital city, Yuexi is like a place on earth or in the sky." Lu Zhongqi obviously relaxed a lot. After crossing Pei River and reaching the other side, he could find the inn and take out the imperial edict. By then, the danger would be over.

So he was in the mood to admire both sides of the Pei River and the outline of the capital.

Taoist Hu chuckled and said, "I don't have any feelings about this. I just miss the number one scholar in Desheng Tower. Tsk, just thinking about it makes the wine bug in my stomach start to roll."

Along the way, he had actually refrained from drinking because he was afraid of causing trouble.

Shang Yi felt the river breeze and nodded slightly. The capital here is indeed larger and more prosperous than Xuanwu, but there are obviously fewer heroes with swords. Scholars and ladies are walking under the willows on both sides of the bank.

A large boat went down the river and passed in front of the ferry boat with five people sitting on it. Shadows shrouded it, as if the sky had darkened.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over from the building, moving very fast, with almost an afterimage remaining.

His sleeves were spread out and fluttering in the wind, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit. They perfectly formed a whole with the rolling river water, the slowly descending building boat, and the shadow between the two boats. Regardless of the angle or posture,

It was extremely harmonious, as if it was taking the surrounding world with a palm, making Ruan Yushu on the side feel as if he was being rejected by buildings, boats, rivers, and shadows. It seemed that the world was so big that there was no place for him.

The attacker slapped it with his palm, but it seemed that he didn't use any force. It was empty and empty, and it became bigger and bigger, making people extremely uncomfortable.

Shang Yi pointed out a finger with a smile on his face. This finger seemed to contain endless Zen thoughts, pointing deep into the heart of the attacker.

"Pick your fingers!"

Ruan Yushu's red lips parted slightly, and she looked at Shang Yi in surprise.

But considering that this is a Buddhist disciple who has inherited the inheritance of the Buddha, the King of Freedom in the World, I think he knows a lot about Buddhist martial arts!

Nianhua pointed at the attacker, who was slightly stagnant in the air. He wanted to change his palm skills, but he saw the smile on the corner of Shang Yi's mouth in a trance, and fell into the peace deep in his heart, as if he was about to be saved.

Shang Yi's Buddhist realm and spiritual power are so powerful that even if the person coming is an evil king, it is still difficult to resist Shang Yi's finger-twisting skills.

Therefore, in everyone's eyes, Evil Lord was like a moth flying into a flame. He hit Shang Yi with a casual finger and immediately lost the slightest breath of life.

There was no time to use it.

"Plop~~~"

The sound of Evil Lord Guan Yingde's body falling on the deck made the others react and looked at the middle-aged scholar with slightly white temples and a wide-banded Confucian robe.

A sense of chill and joy arose in the hearts of the Hu Taoists, followed by an unparalleled shock.

Who would have thought that the evil king, who could defeat the Ghost King, Jue Sword, and the Ruyi Monk, would die so easily in the hands of the "Sword Immortal" Huai Kong today.

"The Evil Lord Guan should be conferred, and the spread of the Immortal Seal is cut off. The third side task is completed, and three hundred good deeds are rewarded. The "Immortal Seal" was taken from the Evil Lord's arms, and cannot be exchanged for good deeds, nor can it be taught to others."

The ferry arrived, and the five of them stepped onto the pier and headed to the inn.

Under the arrangements of the inn officials, iron cavalry escorted him into Beijing soon.

Not long after, a group of people arrived outside the city. Shang Yi looked at the tall city gate and smiled slightly. He had already sensed Meng Qi's aura in the city. It was obvious that Meng Qi had entered the capital one step ahead of them, and he might have also broken out.

The name "Shocking Sword" has come.

"Successfully escorted Lu Guan to Beijing. Once the main mission is completed, each person will be rewarded with two hundred good deeds. After settling in, go to Xiaoxiang Tower, meet up with Meng Qi and his party, and start the second main mission."

The majestic and solemn voice of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation sounded in the hearts of Shang Yi and Ruan Yushu.

In an elegant mansion, a very good-looking old man looked at the person in front of him in shock: "Did Lu Guan enter the capital alive?"

"Forgive me, Prime Minister. I really didn't expect that Lu Guan would have a master as good as the Ghost King beside him." Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the man in front of him.

"Which master is it? Didn't you say that Evil Lord also took action?" The old man calmed down.

The person who reported the report shook his head: "The evil king was killed. The master was very scary and very young. He was called the 'Sword Immortal' Huai Kong."

"Sword Immortal!?"

The old man repeated the name.

In the courtyard filled with the fragrance of flowers, a graceful veiled woman suddenly stood up: "Is Lu Guan not dead?"

"Yes, it is rumored that Evil Lord took action himself, but was easily killed because he had a very strong master beside him, who is said to be the 'Sword Immortal Sword' Huai Kong."

The woman who reported the report was a little scared and a little disdainful when she talked about the evil king.

"Hmph, isn't he known as the best in the world in immortal sealing techniques...'Sword Immortal'..."

The veiled woman paced back and forth.

In the Star Observation Tower, a white-haired old man looked at the astrolabe in front of him, frowned and said to his disciples:

"Obviously Lu Guan was going to die, so why did a meteor pass by and change the traces?"

"Disciple doesn't know." His disciple couldn't understand it at all.

The white-haired old man whispered to himself: "The Sword Immortal is empty-handed..."'
To be continued...