The Sword Dynasty - 491

Chen Xingchui is a famous general in the Dayanbian army.

Before leading the army, he was one of the most outstanding disciples of Xianfuzong.

He had already entered the seven realms long before he became a general of the frontier army.

In a sense, apart from the Sect Master of the Xianfu Sect, if the remaining old people of the Xianfu Sect were fighting for life with Chen Xingchui, it would be Chen Xingchui who might have survived.

This is probably the most important reason why these people asked Chen Xingchui to come back to kill Zhang Yi.

They need to be foolproof.

Looking down from this cottage, Sect Master Xianfuzong saw that the mountain gate of Xianfuzong was also closed at this time.

The mountain gate was closed, and it was impossible for anyone to enter the Xianfuzong for a while.

So, who can stop Chen Xingchui from killing Zhang Yi?

When this wise old man felt a little chilly, a middle-aged man in common clothes covered with dust was slowly walking along the mountain road to a temple.

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When this dusty middle-aged man in common clothes walked slowly, Zhang Yi and more than a dozen Xianfuzong disciples were practicing…or exploring in this Taoist temple.

The exterior of this temple is very ordinary, just made of ordinary phoebe wood and masonry. However, every wooden pillar and wall inside, there is a layer of flowing light that seems to be changing, but it is almost eternal.

This layer of light seemed to confine everything in this Taoist Temple, allowing this Taoist Temple to remain unchanged.

There are carved patterns everywhere in the Taoist hall. These patterns without fixed rules and patterns may be runes or not. Inadvertently, some patterns will suddenly flash with a glimmer of light. It was like a flash of lightning flashed across the thundercloud.

This hall is Chengtian hall.

According to legend, the highest Taoist Talisman of Xianfuzong was hidden among these complicated and unreasonable patterns.

The most important thing is that in the history of the Xianfuzong, among the seven people who realized the Taoist Talisman in the Chengtian Temple, the position of the pattern is different when each person comprehend.

Some people realized the meaning of amulet in the complicated patterns on the beam, some in the window lattice, some on the brick wall, and some people even realized the meaning of the meaning in the dappled light and shadow through the window… However, all these, finally realized. The artistic conception and power of Chengtian Dao Fu are the same.

Therefore, in all the records of the Xianfuzong, the Chengtian Temple itself and everything in it are just telling the same meaning and the same truth.

There are many roads to this truth, but the ultimate destination is the same.

The seven people who had previously realized that the Taoist Talisman had become the supreme master of the Xianfuzong successively.

Therefore, this temple is not only important, it is an ultimate honor to be able to study in this temple, and only some of the best students of the contemporary Immortal Talisman will be allowed to enter here to practice.

In a sense, being able to enter here means having the possibility of becoming the next suzerain.

Good hope can be inspiring and delightful.

Especially for those who are easily satisfied.

Zhang Yi is easily satisfied.

To be able to get some kind friendships, to be able to no longer be ridiculed or coldly cut off by others, is already very satisfying for him.

As for the Sect Master of Xianfu, he hadn’t thought about it at all.

At this time, he stared hard at the patterns on the roof of the temple. He had a good instinct, and these patterns on the heights were also the most attractive part of the whole temple. He didn’t like the darkness that seemed to be wet. However, it is a pity that no matter how serious he is, he does not feel the slightest, nor does he feel any difference between these patterns and ordinary carvings.

So much so that he began to feel a little heavy eyelids and a feeling of drowsiness.

Le Yi and the others may frown from the corner of his eyes, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes flashing eyes. He thought that he wanted to sleep in such a solemn and meaningful place, and he suddenly felt a little bit more. ashamed.

Suddenly, he felt some chill in his warm body.

The chill came from outside the temple.

He turned around in shock and looked at the emptied palace door.

No one paid attention to his movements, not even Le Yi, who was closest to him, because no one felt the inexplicable chill except him.

The gate of the palace had not yet opened, but footsteps sounded like a drum in his ears.

The footsteps were extremely uniform and powerful, with a rhythm and iron-blooded breath that did not change at all for foreign objects.

The first feeling it gave him was that he would walk with such a fixed step before his feet, even if it was a mountain or river.

The temple door opened.

A faintly cool mountain breeze really poured into this temple.

However, in Zhang Yi’s perception, the quiet space suddenly buzzed, the air was cut open by the sharp blades and blades, the wind was strong, and the nose was full of the smell of rust and blood.

A middle-aged man appeared in his sight.

This middle-aged man is just wearing an ordinary cloth, but the breaths he perceives include the kind of coldness on the middle-aged man’s body, or the kind that emerges from the inside of the body and from the strong heart. The coldness meant that he instantly understood that this was a general, and it was a great general who had gone through countless battles.

It was not until this time that the rest of the Xianfuzong disciples in this Chengtian Temple realized the arrival of this person and turned around one after another.

The middle-aged man is naturally Chen Xingchui.

His appearance is not outstanding, his complexion is a bit dark, there is a sword wound on his left cheek, and his eyes are too small.

However, because of his unique temperament, no one in the hall felt that he was ugly at this time.

“Are you Zhang Yi?”

His gaze fell on Zhang Yi for the first time, but he did not move away. Then, with a little emotion, he said sincerely, “You really are the most outstanding of this generation of Xianfuzong disciples. The first one can perceive me. s arrival.”

Zhang Yi was a little stunned, but he was a real gentleman, so he bowed and saluted the first time, and asked first, “The junior is Zhang Yi, I wonder if the senior is?”

“Chen Xingchui.”

There was an uproar in the silent hall.

Zhang Yi was stunned. He didn’t know why the surroundings reacted like this, because he had never heard the name of the person in front of him, so he suddenly felt ignorant and a little ashamed.

“Chen Xingchui is the cultivator of our Immortal Talisman, and the general of the Hulao Army at the frontier of the Great Yan Dynasty.” A thin and slight female voice penetrated into Zhang Yi’s ear, and he heard that it was Murong Xiaoyi’s voice. .

Zhang Yi turned his head slightly to thank Murong who was not far behind, and at the same time became more puzzled and started to be even more shocked.

The Great Qin Dynasty was rewarded with military merits. As a Qin, he naturally knew what a true general was.

“I was able to perceive your arrival, General, just because I am a Qin, and I am more sensitive to the meaning of swords than they are, not because I perceive them more than them…or that I am not fascinated here.”

However, he explained this sentence first, and said: “So the general is too acclaimed.”

“Modesty and fearlessness are often the qualities that practitioners need most to become stronger, but you happen to have them all.” Chen Xingchui shook his head, “You don’t have to be humble. He has been leading the frontier for twelve years, has seen countless people, and has his own judgment on people.”

Zhang Yi has always been bad at arguing with others, let alone arguing for himself, so when he heard such words at this time, he just bowed his head slightly, not knowing what to say.

Chen Xingchui quietly looked at the young man he admired, with some regrets, and said, “But I am here to kill you on this trip.”

“what?”

As soon as he said this, the whole hall was filled with air-conditioned voices.

Zhang Yi was stunned.

“No need to ask why.”

Chen Xingchui’s stern gaze scanned everyone behind Zhang Yi, including Murong Xiaoyi who was about to step forward and say, “I can be here, and Xianfuzong has closed the mountain gate. No one will stop you. You should understand what happened. , So those who are irrelevant, please go out.”

There was a sword-like voice in his voice.

This sound made everyone’s body feel cold, and their breathing couldn’t help but become heavier.

Le Yi’s breathing stopped, and the palms of his hands were full of cold sweat.

Murong Xiaoyi narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhang Yi.

She saw that Zhang Yi was about to speak, and she thought that in accordance with Chen Xingchui’s attitude towards Zhang Yi, he should give Zhang Yi a chance to ask questions.

“I don’t know who asked you to kill me. But here, I’m afraid it will ruin this Chengtian Temple.”

However, what made her almost speechless was that Zhang Yi said such a sentence at this moment.

Up to this moment, Zhang Yi was still worried about destroying the Temple of Heaven for the first time.