Meng 49 sword

Chapter 113 Deception and Deceit

On Yulin Terrace, a palm-width sword mark goes up the steps, cuts through the jade platform, cuts through the upturned eaves of the high pavilion, and extends all the way to the emerald green pearl on the top of the high pavilion.

Meng Qiqi followed the sword marks up the stairs until she stood on the platform, looked up at the cracked orb, trying to trace Zhou Ziheng's footsteps.

This sword cut was really unrestrained, but the sword was still restrained at the end.

The person holding the sword seemed to have softened his heart, otherwise, if the sword went down, Yulin Terrace would have been wiped out.

"It's a pity that the high pavilion doesn't fall down, and people's hearts are easily scattered." Meng Qiqi looked at the gate of the high pavilion now. The door is open, and there is no ladder to go up, but it leads down to the deep dungeon.He seemed to be able to hear the cries for help and wailing from the ground, accompanied by Yin Qi, chilling his heart.

The sergeant in charge of guarding Yulin Terrace had noticed the two early in the morning, and now Yulin Terrace was under the jurisdiction of Princess Yihe, so someone had already rushed to the Princess Mansion to report.The rest, however, did not dare to do anything to Meng Qiqi and the others.

"What's your purpose in choosing Yulin Terrace as the location?" Chen Boyan asked.

"Of course." Meng Qiqi knelt down, stretched out his hand to caress the sword marks on the ground, carefully felt the remaining sword intent, and said, "Although I worship the old pavilion master as my teacher, I only have one title. My tactics and fighting style are basically inherited from Zhou Ziheng. It’s just that during the few years I followed Zhou Ziheng, my foundation was too weak, and I didn’t have time to comprehend many things. Later, he sent me back to Jiange to learn as a teacher. It was originally agreed He came to pick me up after a while, but unfortunately he disappeared. If I can feel a trace of sword intent from this sword mark, I will be more confident in the battle."

"And...he used to cut his sword here, there is no place more suitable for fighting than here."

After finishing speaking, Meng Qiqi simply sat cross-legged next to Jianhen.He didn't say another word, facing the challenges that may come at any time, he closed his eyes and meditated in peace.

Because of Chen Boyan.

Chen Boyan stood beside him with a sword in his hand, looking down at a fallen leaf above his head, slowly opened his consciousness, and wrapped Meng Qiqi carefully.

Grinding the gun before the battle, unhappy also light.

As time passed by, Meng Qiqi couldn't help frowning slowly.Could it be that all the sword intent in this sword mark, all the emotions belonging to Zhou Ziheng, have been washed away by years of rain?

It shouldn't be, but it's only been ten years, that is Zhou Ziheng's sword full of emotion, it cannot be washed so clean by the world.

He must have overlooked something.

Zhou Ziheng once told him that even if a good swordsman holds a crudely made blunt sword in his hand, the sword moves he uses must be spiritual.

Because the sword is ruthless, but people have feelings, the sword moves with the heart, and its meaning lasts forever.

So, he must have overlooked something, or... what covered up this sword intent?

Meng Qiqi slowly and slowly stretched out his consciousness. He could feel the defense Chen Boyan had set up around him, but that defense was useless to him.

Chen Boyan was defenseless against him, his consciousness easily passed through Chen Boyan's barrier of consciousness, spread out until it covered the entire Yulin Terrace, and then looked at the entire sword mark from midair.

This feeling is very mysterious. The integration with Chen Boyan's spiritual consciousness made him feel that he was not alone, and the uneasiness he felt when his spiritual consciousness was blown by the wind of the world after leaving his body was gone.

He saw very clearly the long scar-like sword mark, the torn jade platform, and the tall pavilion that had lost its red paint and was filled with fallen leaves in the tile cracks.

If it was ten years ago, what would it be like in front of you?

In the spring, the students in the imperial examination middle and high schools push cups, chant poems, and squander the romance of their youth to their heart's content.There are them here, there are the emperors whose destiny belongs to them, the famous knights who shake the world, a gathering of heroes, and a prosperous age can be expected.

It can be said--the spring breeze was once on Yulin Terrace, and the romance was all in this joke.

What made it all come to naught?What cut it all to pieces?

Is it Zhou Ziheng's sword?

No, it's not.

If he were Zhou Ziheng, he would feel extremely pained watching all the beautiful things covered by dark clouds.The friend's ambition became bigger and bigger, and the pure feelings between them were eroded by interests and power. He wandered between drunk and sober, searching repeatedly, but he could no longer find the original heart.

So he drew his sword, intending to cut off the cloud above his head.

Zhou Ziheng once said that in one's life, one is constantly swinging a sword.People have too many concerns and desires, like clumps of vines wrapping themselves, the longer they grow, the thicker the vines, until it is no longer possible to pry into the original heart.

Is Chuxin still alive?

Its life or death is uncertain.

People say growing up, growing up, being sophisticated, and tactful, but Zhou Ziheng said to Meng Qiqi——If one day you also become such a boring soul, kill yourself, and don't embarrass me, Zhou Ziheng.

Meng Qiqi watched him swing the sword again and again, cutting off the vines all over his body.There were spikes growing on some vines, so he had no choice but to chop off his flesh and blood, and move forward lightly.

He said that even if we turn forward 100 years and turn back 100 years, I, Zhou Ziheng, will still be that Zhou Ziheng.The heaven and the earth cannot change me, the avenue cannot change me, I am who I am, and I will not change according to anyone's will.

But now, what covered up his indomitable sword intent?

Meng Qiqi frowned and pondered, her spiritual consciousness gradually settled into the sword mark, shielding all disturbances outside.

Chen Boyan paid close attention to his situation, not daring to be distracted for a moment.Gradually, the wind suddenly picked up all around, and the wind rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, and slowly swirled around Yulin Terrace. The leaves began to rattle, like a musician gently plucking the strings.

The wind is coming.

The leaves are falling.

The guards of Yulin Terrace looked at the changes around them in surprise, and couldn't help but stretch out their hands to block the wind in front of them.But the wind seemed to be very mild, not harsh at all.

No, it was a mournful wind.

Chen Boyan frowned slightly, the word "sorrow" did not quite match Zhou Ziheng.

Meng Qiqi also noticed this strangeness, what covered up Zhou Ziheng's sword intent?This layer of grief, like a dark cloud, firmly covered the sword mark, but the darkness, hatred, and remorse mixed in this grief did not belong to Zhou Ziheng.

He couldn't help but condense his consciousness and turned his hands to probe, but this probe felt like falling into a cold and endless pool.The chill in it made him shiver uncontrollably.

Almost instantly, Meng Qiqi's expression changed slightly.His consciousness seemed to be trapped.

Not right.

Chen Boyan's heart trembled, his spiritual consciousness was intertwined with Meng Qiqi at this moment, and he also felt Meng Qiqi's feeling at this moment.So he immediately stretched out his hand and put the palm of his hand on Meng Qiqi's shoulder, directing Yuanli into Meng Qiqi's body continuously.

At the same time, Chen Boyan's spiritual consciousness expanded again, gradually expanding and expanding, until it wrapped Meng Qiqi's spiritual consciousness again, blocking all wind and rain outside.

After finishing all this, the sword mark between Chen Boyan's brows lightened slightly, and the Wuwang sword in his dantian kept buzzing.It wanted to go out, it felt Meng Qiqi's predicament at the moment, it wanted to go out.

And just at this time, a breaking wind came from outside Yulin Terrace.

someone is coming.

Chen Boyan raised his head abruptly, and glanced coldly beyond the range covered by his spiritual sense, and at the first sight saw that Nanzhou swordsman Li Le, the challenger, was coming.

The situation is a little bit bad, a little bit out of control.

One of Chen Boyan's hands was still on Meng Qiqi's shoulder, steadily sending him energy and protecting him with his spiritual consciousness.The other hand was pulled out instantly, the wrist was flipped, the blade trembled slightly, and several long sword phantoms composed of yuan force immediately split off from the shining silver long sword, shooting towards the surroundings violently.

Outside the Yulin Terrace, Li Le and other monks have touched Chen Boyan's spiritual barrier.

Several people stopped one after another. Suddenly, Li Le took a step back, "Be careful!"

I saw several Yuanli flying swords passing through the barrier of spiritual consciousness like lightning, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the eyebrows of everyone.The killing intent and coercion at that moment made cold sweat ooze from their backs.

Everyone hurriedly retreated, crushing the blades of grass, and the atmosphere was chilling.However, the sword stopped suddenly just before it touched them, and then the tip of the sword hung down, just like that, it stopped in the void, in a defensive posture.

Li Le quietly clenched the sword in his hand, glanced sharply at the situation, and calmly made a judgment: "This is Chen Boyan's natal sword, something must have happened inside."

The rest said: "Are we going to break in? Or wait?"

"We're here for a fight, it doesn't seem good to force our way in."

Li Le thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we spread out and take a look in other directions."

These people were not companions, but challengers who came together. Li Le didn't dare to be arrogant, so he only spoke as a proposer.The rest of the people discussed a few words and agreed to the plan, so they went in different directions.

However, the east, south, west, north, four directions of Yulin Terrace are guarded by Chen Boyan's natal sword.

Li Le frowned slightly, and was thinking about what the two of them were up to, when he heard someone from the north asking loudly: "Meng Xiuke is in there? We have handed out the battle invitation according to what you said. Why did you come here?" Dodge it again?"

Meng Qiqi didn't answer, but Chen Boyan's voice came out, saying: "Little uncle is enlightening, please wait a moment."

"Let's wait, don't care about the moment, but nephew Chen's battle is not the way to treat guests?" Li Le shouted immediately.

Hearing this, Chen Boyan glanced down at Meng Qiqi who was still frowning, and said, "Please forgive me for being rude."

But Li Le insisted on clenching his teeth: "You guys evade again and again, don't you really want to avoid and not fight? If that's the case, why don't you say it clearly?"

At this moment, many curious spectators also rushed to Yulin Terrace, looking at Chen Boyan's sword guard formation, they all showed surprise and talked a lot.

But Meng Qiqi was completely immersed in that sorrow at this time, and was ignorant of everything outside.This situation has completely exceeded his and Chen Boyan's expectations.

Logically speaking, Zhou Ziheng's sword intent should be close to Meng Qiqi.He was more accessible to this sword intent than anyone else, but Meng Qiqi never expected that this sword intent was covered with a layer of intention left by someone.

He tried to fight against this idea, but the opponent seemed to be able to mobilize the majestic power of the earth veins, and the vastness of his idea made Meng Qiqi speechless.

Wait, leylines?

In this huge Shenjing city, who can have the unique advantage to absorb this power?At the Yulin Terrace spring banquet that day, who else was there besides Zhou Ziheng?

The answer is imminent.

The other party is the real Dragon Emperor, with the blessing of the fortune of the country, he can firmly suppress an ordinary man like Meng Qiqi.He is the only one who can cover up Zhou Ziheng's sword intent in the special place of Shenjing.

Maybe he didn't do it unintentionally, but at this moment, the only thing Meng Qiqi has to think about is how to crack it.

What should I do?

Meng Qiqi quickly thought of a way, his spiritual consciousness sank deeper and deeper in that grief, and he even wanted to go deeper.If this is really the emperor's own intention, he must come here often, staring at this sword mark in a daze.

He has been angry, regretted, and doubted.

At the end of the day, he realized that he and Zhou Ziheng were not on the same side at all, but why couldn't he understand himself?He is the emperor, the emperor whose destiny belongs, he has given Zhou Ziheng all the privileges he can, but why can't he understand himself once?

Who is more ruthless?

The world is long, who can really understand his mind and stand by his side?

The surging emotions rushed towards Meng Qiqi like waves after waves, and Meng Qiqi gasped for breath as if he was really choking on water.

Chen Boyan's heart trembled, he held Meng Qiqi tightly with his palms, the sword marks on his brows became more and more sharp, he used his own energy to comfort him over and over again.However, at this moment, a louder shout suddenly sounded from outside.

"Meng Xiu, you liar, do you dare to come out?!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar from all sides.After a while of quarreling, the man continued to argue loudly: "You let Meng Xiu come out and confront him face to face, how much is his real cultivation? He can deceive others, but he cannot deceive the big defensive formation of Shenjing. Everyone who enters Everyone in Shenjing will pass through the enchantment at the gate of the city, and this enchantment can detect the monk's true cultivation!"

After the words fell, if the "liar" just now made everyone stunned, then these words were a bit shocking.The royal family has always claimed to Xianmen that the large formation at the gate is only to maintain the safety of Shenjing, but it has never said that it can also test the realm of monks.

Although the vast majority of monks do not intentionally conceal their own realm, it is one thing whether they are willing to reveal it, but it is another thing for the royal family to keep it secret.

"This is impossible!"

"Yeah, how dare they deceive the monks in the world?"

"Wait, so what is Meng Xiu's true realm? Didn't he kill Taoist Wuyan in Jinling City? He even defeated Yu Yao from Beidoumen!"

There are also some people who don't care about the royal family's deception, but care more about Meng Qiqi's true cultivation.All of a sudden, voices of doubt arose everywhere, and every sentence was inseparable from Meng Qiqi. The waves of voices superimposed, almost toppled the entire Yulin Terrace.

"You probably don't know that Meng Qiqi only has the strength of the second level of Great Perfection, and he hasn't even reached the third level of Great Perfection!"

"He is the biggest liar in the fairy sect, playing tricks and trying to gain fame! Zhou Ziheng's fame will be lost to him!"

The most feared thing has come.

Chen Boyan restrained the increasingly restless Wuwangjian, slowly closed his eyes, and tried to call Meng Qiqi's name in his heart.