Chapter 580: Your Majesty, the rebel king Xu Jingtang has just died at the foot of Zhengyang Mountai

Chapter 580: Your Majesty, the rebel king Xu Jingtang has just died at the foot of Zhengyang Mountai

Chapter 580: Your Majesty, the rebel king Xu Jingtang has just died at the foot of Zhengyang Mountain!
Talk alone?

Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment and looked at Lao Zhang suspiciously, not knowing what the other party was up to.

Jin Jian and Yu Xiu were also stunned and didn't want to move, but since their master had spoken, they had no choice but to follow Zhong Pan away reluctantly.

After the three men left, only an old man and a young boy were left in the hall.

Zhao Duan stopped pretending and acted nonchalantly: "Why do you want to carry someone else's words, Master?"

He was a little angry. Although Lao Zhang helped him solve a big problem this time, he still felt a little uncomfortable being treated as a tool.

Zhang Yan looked at him meaningfully and suddenly said:

"Do you know why I am so sure that Xu Jingtang will keep chasing you?"

This is a bug in the old Taoist's plan. How to ensure that Xu Jingtang always holds on to Zhao Duan and comes to Zhengyang Mountain?
I didn't expect him to take the initiative to propose it.

Zhao Duan thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Because I am valuable enough and have always given him the illusion that he can catch up with me at any time?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yanyi shook his head and looked at him with an intriguing look:

"That's possible, but more importantly, if my guess is correct, Xu Jingtang must have you. To be more precise, he must have your body."

No, what are you talking about, you old frivolous guy? It’s not okay to say this... Zhao Duan’s buttocks tightened, and then a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind.

Then, Zhang Yan slowly uttered a sentence that shocked him:
"To put it more clearly, I am interested in the dragon soul in your body."

hum...

At this moment, Zhao Duan's mind was confused, and he instinctively became very alert. He looked at Zhang Yanyi with vigilance.

This old guy... knows that he has a dragon soul in his body?

When did he know this? Or is he trying to trick me?!
Zhang Yan shouldn't have known this secret. Only he and the Empress should know about the matter of Dragon Soul!

A tingling sensation rose from his spine to his forehead. Zhao Duan almost subconsciously controlled the micro-expressions on his face and said in confusion:
"What does Tianshi mean by this?"

Zhang Yan smiled and said:

"You don't have to play dumb in front of me. I don't need to deceive a junior like you. It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. In the eyes of the world, everyone thinks that your majesty secretly helped you to summon the Tai'a Sword. No one suspects Long Po."

Zhao Duan was silent.

The old Taoist priest spoke with a firm tone, as if he had known it for a long time. But it shouldn't have been Zhenbao who told him, so when would it have been?
The most likely possibility was the Buddhist-Taoist competition back then. Perhaps Zhang Yanyi had already seen it at that time, but pretended not to know.

There was a brief silence, and he said:

“I have heard a little about the Taizu Dragon Soul. I think the Heavenly Master must have guessed it wrong. But if there is such a divine object, it should be in your Majesty’s hands. How could it be in my possession?
But, Senior, what you mean is that Xu Jingtang mistakenly thought that thing was with me? So he would rather abandon the Huai River and give up his second son's life to catch me?"

Haha, pretend... You keep pretending... Zhang Yanyi didn't point it out to him, but just said lightly:
"With the blessing of the gods, Xu Jingtang's perception will be countless times stronger."

He didn't say the whole thing, but the meaning of his words was clear:
As a member of the royal bloodline, Xu Jingtang must have known about the existence of the Dragon Soul. After gaining divine power, he was able to see through the remains of Taizu sleeping in Zhao Duan's Qi Sea.

That's why he was so persistent in hunting him down... The old Taoist priest might have guessed this long ago, and that's why he was certain that Zhao Duan could lure the God of Death to Zhengyang Mountain.

"Senior..." Zhao Duan asked doubtfully:
"Let's not talk about why Xu Jingtang mistakenly thought that the dragon soul was with me. What did you mean by saying this to me, senior? You might as well explain it clearly."

Zhang Yanyi sighed softly, stood up, walked to the eaves of the hall with his hands behind his back, looked at the scenery outside the mountain, and said calmly:
"Don't think too much. I am just curious about the Great Yu Ancestor who lived six hundred years ago. Since the Dragon Soul is not in your hands, I guessed wrong.

However, if that thing is really in your hand, when you are really facing a desperate situation, with it in your hand, you will surely not die, hehe...

According to rumors, the dragon soul is the prototype of the "martial god" that the Great Yu ancestors cultivated throughout their lives. If it survived for hundreds of years without disappearing, its level must be much higher than that of a god. If Xu Jingtang can use the power of the Lost God to accommodate the dragon soul, why can't he do it?"

Zhao Duan stared at the old man's back, as if thinking about something.

"Well, now that Xu Jingtang is dead and you have been on the run for several days, you must be anxious to return to see His Majesty. Zhengyang Mountain is a peaceful place. I have asked Zhengyang to clean up the room. You can stay here and rest. When you have rested enough, I will send you back to Jingchuan."

Zhang Yan waved his hand: "As for the cost of helping you this time..."

Zhao Duan sneered, "I risked my life to help you fish, you made a lot of money, okay?"

Zhang Yan shut up in dismay. Although he liked to get things for free, if he asked himself, he did make money by suppressing the God of Despair this time.

Zhao Duan walked out, and when he was about to walk out of the courtyard gate, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and said calmly:

“The senior just said in the hall that the Taoist priests act in accordance with the Great Dao, which reminded me of a scholar I once met who said something similar.

He said, "At fifteen, I set my heart on learning; at thirty, I stood on my own feet; at forty, I had no doubts; at fifty, I knew the will of heaven; at sixty, my ears were obedient; at seventy, I followed my heart's desire without breaking the rules."

After leaving behind this incoherent sentence, Zhao Duan turned around, pushed the door open and left the yard.

Zhang Yan was stunned, and lowered his head to chew on this sentence, especially the last seven words "Do what your heart desires without going beyond the rules", his narrow eyes sparkled with light.

He suddenly grabbed the Heavenly Book at his waist, and had the urge to engrave this sentence into the Heavenly Book.

Free Taoist Priest returns for a limited time.

"This brat..." Zhang Yan sighed, "Don't you want to owe me a favor? This sly guy..."

……

Thousands of miles away, the area of ​​Yunfu.

A group of white-robed sorcerers were walking sparsely in the mountains and forests, but their number was much less than before.

Many people's mourning sticks were lost or broken, and the coffins around their waists were dull and rotten.

The white-robed leader of the sect, Shi Youlian, walked in front. The clothes of this charming old woman were dirty and stained with blood. Her face became paler under her shaking hood as she walked.

There was even a huge crack on the coffin around his waist.

That night, she led the White Sect sorcerers to evacuate from Jingchuan Town, but encountered Zhao Shixiong who came to kill her with a knife.

A fierce battle.

Under normal circumstances, although Zhao Shixiong is strong, he will only be defeated if he faces the entire Baiyi Sect.

But there was nothing they could do. At that time, the entire Baiyi Sect had almost exhausted all their magic power in order to summon the God of Death.

In order to protect the subordinates of Baiyi Sect from being killed, Shi Youlian was restrained, because sorcerers were far inferior to warriors in frontal combat.

As a result, he was defeated and was slashed three times by Zhao Shixiong, causing serious injuries. Even his son Shiluoyi was chopped by Zhao Shixiong's sword.

They were only able to retrieve his body, and fled with the remaining white-robed disciples.

But on the Zhengyang Mountain, almost at the same time when the God of Death was suppressed, the white-robed sorcerers walking in the woods stopped almost at the same time, raised their heads and looked up at the sky in astonishment.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The light in the eyes of a warlock who was already low on health went out, and he fell to the ground and died without even a scream.

Backlash!

A powerful ritual will always be accompanied by a powerful backlash, and the "Death of the Lost God" caused the curse on a group of evil sorcerers to erupt.

In the blink of an eye, almost all the sorcerers in the forest were killed!
"Puff!" Shi Youlian suddenly raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood. He fell down with his head tilted back and was unconscious for a short time.

The backlash was not enough to kill a strong person of her level, even if she was seriously injured.

If no one disturbs her, she will regain consciousness and wake up in about an incense stick of time.

however……

Not long after the White Clothes Sect members died collectively. "Gagaga..."

High above the forest, a pitch-black crow circled with its wings flapping, as if laughing.

Then, a puff of yellow mist emerged from the forest. In the yellow mist, a middle-aged man with extremely sloppy clothes and a sword made of copper coins on his back walked slowly towards them.

The leader of the Dark Cult looked down at the corpses in the forest with pity and sighed, "Why bother?"

A crow flew down from the sky, and with its feet planted on a nearby branch, it spoke in human language: "Dead, dead, will you save me?"

The Dark Cult has the ability to bring the dead back to life, but the cost of using it is huge every time.

The sect is also closely related to the White Robe Sect.

However, the number of members in the Underworld Cult is far too small, and the core members in each generation do not exceed five at most.

The leader of the Dark Cult said unhappily:

"So many people, what's the point of saving them? It was Zhang Yan who took action. I have advised her so many times to quit while she is ahead. Why does she have to tie the sect to a prince? Do you really want to make the Baiyi Sect bigger and stronger and become the national teacher? The previous experience of bewitching demons..."

He muttered to himself and walked straight to the front of the corpse curtain. He leaned over and looked at the female leader of the White Sect who was lying on her back on the ground, muttering to herself.

The crow sneered:
"Don't save him? Then do you still want your wife? Let me remind you, her son is still in the coffin. He probably wants you to revive him."

The leader of the Dark Cult, who looked like a sloppy puppy, muttered:

"You Lian, You Lian, in the past, when I talked about marriage with you, you wanted to hit people. Now that you are so weak, just obey me. As for your son, it is better not to have him. People usually say that husband and wife should be buried together after death, but there is no reason to take such a big son with you..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword full of copper coins from his back. He grasped the hilt with both hands and stabbed it towards Shi Youlian's heart with a "puff"!
Shi Youlian suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him in disbelief. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

There were many grave mounds rising up on the ground around, and with each mound, the body of a White Sect sorcerer was swallowed up.

The crow was so frightened that its feathers fell off. It flapped its wings and circled around, making a loud noise:

"Murder, murder, forced ghost marriage."

A few moments.

The leader of the Underworld Cult put away his blood-stained sword, picked up the body of Shi Youlian with both arms, walked out, and crushed a small coffin on the ground with his right foot. A palm-sized body broken into two pieces fell out of it. It was the young master Shi Luoyi.

"As a sorcerer of evil ways, you should be aware of your evil ways. Why would you want to get involved in the struggle between dynasties?"

"Whoosh-"

The illusory Yellow Springs Road appeared out of thin air, and the leader of the Hades Cult walked in holding the female corpse and disappeared.

Only tombs are left in the woods.

It symbolizes the demise of the Baiyi Sect.

……

……

In the capital city, in the imperial palace, on the third floor of an old building deep in the Martial Arts Hall.

In the quiet room, a light flashed on the surface of the stone wall, and Zhao Duan’s spirit shadow took a step forward after many days!
"came back!"

Zhao Duan looked around the familiar old building and felt relieved. He had been running for his life these past few days and now it was finally over.

He turned his head to look at the stone wall, and his soul sank into the puppet skillfully.

Then, the puppet substitute, which had been sleeping for many days and was almost covered with dust, woke up again. Zhao Duan moved his stiff joints and muttered, "It's a bit inflexible. Damn it, I should have thrown it outside in the sun to charge it..."

Fortunately, the substitute puppet was not so immobile that he could not move. After he adapted to the body, he excitedly pushed the door open and stepped out.

"Jingle Bell……"

The bells hanging on the eaves above my head began to shake, making clear and pleasant sounds.

Zhao Duan did not continue to walk out, but just stood upstairs with his eyes squinted, enjoying the midday sunbath.

"A few days have passed, and I don't know if the military intelligence in the south has been reported back to the capital. Zhenbao is probably worried sick. Haha... Xu Jingtang is dead. This good news must be told to her as soon as possible..."

The corners of Zhao Duan's mouth curled up.

After a while, a figure in white riding on golden light came from a distance.

The Queen of Dayu, Xu Zhenguan, had her long black hair swaying as her stunning figure slowly appeared on the corridor on the third floor with her clothes fluttering.

"Your Majesty, I am honored to meet you!" Zhao Duan bowed.

Xu Zhenguan looked at him meaningfully, with an imperceptible complexity and more unspeakable meanings passing across his fair face.

All these expressions only lasted for a moment and were well hidden by her.

"Mr. Zhao, there is no need to be so polite. I just received the battle report from the front and I didn't expect you to come back."

Xu Zhenguan looked delighted.

This is true.

Not long ago, she returned from "The World" with mixed feelings, and her mood was extremely turbulent.

But she didn't have much time to think about it, as she once again clearly sensed the faint celestial fluctuations coming from the southwest.

However, perhaps because it was too far away, or because of the obstruction of the large formation of Zhengyang Mountain, the fluctuation this time was much smaller.

But it was enough to make her pay close attention.

As a result, not long after returning to the study, an urgent military report from the direction of Jingchuan Town was delivered to the palace at the fastest speed by a falcon.

The military intelligence was sent back by Yuan Feng, which basically said that the imperial court had occupied Jingchuan Town and was hunting down the rebels.

At the same time, the military intelligence mentioned the disappearance of Xu Jingtang, Zhao Duan and others.

The empress became even more confused. As she was like an ant on hot pan, paced around in the Yangxin Palace, the bell on the table suddenly rang.

She hurried over again and saw Zhao Duan in front of her.

I felt relieved.

However, all these changes happened within one or two hours, which caught her off guard.

At this moment, she had countless questions to ask. She wanted to ask about Zhao Duan's relationship with the human world, whether he was safe now, what had happened during the two days of disconnection, and what happened to Xu Jingtang...

Many questions were stuck in her throat, but in the end she just opened her red lips and said:
"Just come back."

Zhao Duan didn't know the complicated feelings of the empress at the moment, and he didn't know that his vest had fallen off...

He was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously: "Has the military intelligence been sent back? How is Jingchuan now?"

He is also very concerned about what will happen after he leaves.

Xu Zhenguan suppressed the urge to ask about his vest and decided to postpone it for the time being, and instead talked about business first:

"Yuan Feng and Zhao Shixiong have occupied Jingchuan. Zhao Shixiong severely injured the White Clothes Sect Master... Later, Lang Shiba returned to Jingchuan with severe injuries and brought back your order. They also learned what happened that night. So, are you out of danger now? Is Xu Jingtang still chasing you?"

So many things have happened... Zhao Duan took a deep breath, facing the empress's worried and earnest gaze, and said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty, the rebel king Xu Jingtang has just died at the foot of Zhengyang Mountain!"

(End of this chapter)