Chapter 117: August 15th, the moon fills the river, discussing the Dao of shattering

Twenty years later, the world is peaceful, and the country is prosperous and the people are at peace.

Since fifteen years ago, when King Han Kou Zhong unified the north from the south and ascended the throne as emperor, he worked hard to govern and opened up the path of speech. Now, after fifteen years of governance, the scars caused by the war in the chaotic world have been completely buried, and the scene of a prosperous age has initially appeared.

Chang'an, Imperial Palace.

In the Imperial Garden, five people with different temperaments sat in their seats.

The main seat was a majestic middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe with two mustaches. The first seat on his left was a middle-aged man who looked like a hidden immortal, and beside him was a scholar in Confucian clothing. The three were Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling, and Shi Zhixuan.

Sitting in the first seat on Kou Zhong's right was a man who was handsome and flawless, thick and brilliant, spirited and flying, calm and melancholy. He was the famous Heavenly Blade Song Que.

Beside Song Que was an old man with a high crown and a wide belt.

He had five long mustaches, a simple and ancient face, and wore a wide, thick brocade robe, making his figure, which was already taller than ordinary people, even more majestic like a mountain. He was the nickname "Scatterer", once hailed as the number one person in the Central Plains, Ning Daoqi.

"August 15th, the moon fills the river, discussing the Way of shattering." Shi Zhixuan said:

"This is what my daughter asked me to convey to you all. If you want to shatter the void, the Mistress will send those who have achieved success in martial arts to shatter on the Mid-Autumn Festival three months later on Dongting Lake."

"If no one accepts the challenge, what does Master say?" Xu Ziling asked suspiciously.

"The Mistress said bluntly that this battle will not be forced. Whether someone accepts the challenge or not, after the night of the full moon, he will completely disappear from the mortal world." Shi Zhixuan took a sip of wine.

When Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling heard this, they looked surprised, feeling that this didn't look much like the master in their impression.

"Over the years, my wish has been fulfilled, and I have been looking forward to this battle for more than twenty years." Song Que was calm.

"How can such a grand event be without this old Daoist? Anyway, there is not much time left, so it is better to add some brilliance to the battle of the river."

"I wonder if Senior Shi is willing to accept the challenge?" Xu Ziling asked with curiosity.

"Not only me, but my daughter will also accept the challenge." Shi Zhixuan's face was like a calm lake.

A look of surprise appeared on Kou Zhong's face:

"I only heard that Master Shi's flute sound is peerless. I didn't expect her to have such high martial arts!"

He shook his head suddenly and sighed:

"It has been twenty years since we met in Dongping County. It seems that things have changed, and there have been great changes. I, a commoner who grew up eating food from a hundred families, can become an emperor, let alone others."

After Xu Ziling heard this, he felt a sense of sorrow, as if recalling many youthful past events, and sighed:

"Yes, I don't know why our master has become so easy to talk to."

"Perhaps he has truly cultivated the Heavenly Dao and can no longer develop any interest in the mundane affairs of the world." Kou Zhong touched his mustache:

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have never gone down the mountain after going up to Ditashan Peak."

Xu Ziling nodded:

"That's right. When I brought the heads of Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin to report, he was resting under a peach tree, not even having the interest to open his eyes to look at me, and sent me away directly."

"Alright, I have brought the news, I will take my leave first." Shi Zhixuan stood up and bowed to Kou Zhong, then left with a decisive step.

"Your Majesty, then I will take my leave too." After Song Que stood up and left, Ning Daoqi stood up and bowed to Kou Zhong:

"Your Majesty, this old Daoist also needs to go back and prepare well."

After the three left, Kou Zhong said with slight surprise:

"The Evil King's footsteps are slightly heavier than when he came, as if he has something on his mind."

"If your daughter wanted to fight a difficult opponent with you, I'm afraid your footsteps would be heavier than Senior Shi's." Xu Ziling said with a smile.

"I always feel it's not that simple." Kou Zhong let out a hearty laugh: "Ziling, you have to trust an emperor's intuition."

When Xu Ziling heard this, he could only smile helplessly. His brother, in private, still had the same personality as when he was young, a bit playful and disrespectful.

Immediately, he said straightforwardly:

"Xiao Zhong, do you want to accept the challenge?"

"Nothing can hide from you." Kou Zhong walked down carelessly and poured a glass of wine for Xu Ziling with a smile.

"Don't use that trick. You are not the same as before, carrying the world's people on your shoulders. How can you easily take risks."

Kou Zhong sat directly beside Xu Ziling and said:

"For so many years, I have been preparing for this battle. Everything has been arranged."

"Now the Crown Prince is wise and has passed the age of capping. Besides, since he was thirteen, I have personally taken him to handle government affairs. He can now take over the burden on my shoulders, so how can it cause turmoil in the world?"

"At that time, if we shatter in one battle, the world will only be more stable. The founding emperor of the Han Dynasty ascending to immortality, isn't it even more showing the mandate of Heaven?"

Xu Ziling said word by word:

"If you are defeated and die, how can the world not produce a trend of turmoil?"

"There is no 'if'." Kou Zhong said sonorously:

"You have been traveling abroad for many years and don't know that I treat governing the country like practicing martial arts. Now, on the path of martial arts, I have reached the peak."

"There is a feeling in the dark that if a good opportunity appears, I will definitely be able to shatter the void."

When Xu Ziling heard this, he said:

"Good, one life, two brothers, I will accompany you in this battle."

"As expected of my brother, it seems you have practiced to the realm of Supreme Yang Wuji." Kou Zhong laughed.

Xu Ziling replied: "Aren't you confident because you practiced to the realm of Supreme Yin Wuji?"

"Then in the battle of the river, our brothers will work together and see what level his martial arts have reached."

More than ten days later.

August 15th, the moon fills the river, discussing the Dao of shattering, completely spread.

It is heard that the Seven Killings Mistress, who has been invincible for twenty years, will fight seven peerless experts.

These peerless experts include Kou Zhong, the founding emperor who leveled the world with a sword, Ning Daoqi, once the number one person in the Central Plains, the Heavenly Blade Song Que, and the current Demon Sect leader Wanwan.

There is also the Evil King who has been silent for many years, and even the famous musician Shi Qingxuan, whom everyone could not imagine.

I don't know how many Jianghu people and aristocratic sons went to Dongting Lake in advance, just to occupy a good position.

Ten days before the battle of the river.

Ditashan Peak back mountain.

But I saw that outside the current Rain Appreciation Pavilion, it was no longer a bamboo forest, but a brilliant peach forest that was almost blinding.

Under an old peach tree, a white-haired, blue-shirted youth lay lazily.

At this time, a woman with a graceful and dusty appearance and long hair hanging down to her waist walked over. Her voice was pleasant and soft:

"Qing Jingyuan, you often sleep for ten days or half a month. During this period, you don't drink water or eat food. Could it be that you are really going to become an immortal?"

Seeing that the blue-shirted youth didn't seem to wake up, she elongated her voice:

"It seems that I don't have to wait for the battle of the river later. I can take advantage of someone's deep sleep now to drive away the shadow on the heads of those who have practiced martial arts for more than twenty years."

Zhuang Buran sighed faintly:

"You have been noisy on the mountain for more than ten years. In these last days, can't you let my ears be quiet?"

"Why sleep for a long time before death? You will sleep for a long time after death." Shi Qingxuan said leisurely: "This is a great insight I gained from watching you sleep often. I give it to you."

"It stands to reason that the secluded valley you live in has also been planted with peach trees by me. Why do you refuse to leave?" The blue-shirted youth had a hint of confusion in his tone.

Shi Qingxuan smiled brightly:

"Of course, I deliberately refuse to leave. I want to have a good relationship with the Seven Killings Mistress and ask him to show mercy when the time comes. After all, I am a musician and am really not good at fighting with people."

The blue-shirted youth opened his eyes:

"Where did the famous musician Shi who wanted to compete with me on the 'Wonderful Music Ethereal Flying Sutra' suddenly disappear?"

Shi Qingxuan followed the words:

"Maybe it's because I'm older, and the desire to win has slowly disappeared."

"Seeing that you are getting younger and younger, it is obvious that you have reached an extraordinary realm in the 'Wonderful Music Ethereal Flying Sutra' you practice."

The blue-shirted youth stood up and stretched:

"I am really looking forward to the famous musician Shi who will cry loudly ten days later. After all, the appearance is getting younger, and the mentality must keep up."

"Then let's make a bet." Shi Qingxuan raised her eyebrows:

"If I don't cry, you owe me a favor."

"What if you cry?" The blue-shirted youth asked with a smile.

Shi Qingxuan said clearly and sweetly:

"Whatever you want to kill or cut, I will follow your wishes."

"It sounds like I'm more cost-effective, so let's bet." The blue-shirted youth nodded.

"Good, let's clap our hands as a pledge." Shi Qingxuan raised her white and slender palm.

Zhuang Buran had a playful look:

"As you wish."

With a "slap", the two clapped their hands and made a bet.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 118 =====