Chapter 330: Peace in the City (1)
The flying sword attacks.
Beside Lord Qingyun, several old eunuchs frantically shouted "Protect the King".
In the main hall, an old man wearing a flowery robe and with wrinkles on his face, who had just boasted to the King of Qingyun that he had just found a young aunt, and who seemed to be a prince of Qingyun, turned around with a dazed look at the figure standing at the entrance of the main hall.
A violent and powerful aura surged from the body of King Qingyun.
Lu Yi casually stretched out his right hand and grabbed the incoming flying sword. He rubbed his five fingers together, and the flying sword shattered into large pieces of silver sand with a "crackling" sound, and fell to the ground with a "puff puff".
The quality of this flying sword is excellent, and it is only slightly inferior to the Qinglin Swords of Qingyou and the other two girls.
But in Lu Yi's hands, it was no different from dried tofu.
A middle-aged man standing at the entrance of the hall, wearing a long robe and with long hair, vomited blood and fell to his knees with a "thump" - he practiced a very advanced method of controlling swords with the spirit, and a wisp of his soul merged with the flying sword. Lu Yi violently destroyed the flying sword, and also destroyed part of his soul.
The middle-aged man's soul was severely damaged, and the magic power in his body suddenly went out of control. The magic power ran rampant, breaking the meridians in his body.
The worst thing was that several furnaces in his body were also impacted by his own magic power. His blood and flames became unstable, and dull explosions could be heard faintly. His furnaces collapsed, and his cultivation level suddenly declined greatly.
"you……"
The middle-aged man looked at Lu Yi in horror.
The old prince jumped up in a rage: "Fu Yunsheng, you are so brave..."
The old prince turned around and stammered to explain to the Lord of Qingyun: "Zizhen, this Fu Yunsheng is a free-spirited bodyguard I hired at a high price. I didn't expect that he would be so bold..."
"A casual cultivator? Not necessarily?" Lu Yi snorted coldly.
The magic power in the flying sword is extremely pure, the method of controlling the sword with the mind is extremely superb, the quality of the flying sword is also very good, and Fu Yunsheng's soul is also extremely condensed, and his aura is righteous and not evil.
All of this is not something that a casual cultivator can do, right?
He should be a disciple of a sect with a foundation and inheritance... Even if he is not from a legitimate sect, it is normal for him to have a legitimate and powerful force behind him.
"Come here, detain this man temporarily." Lu Yi pointed at the old prince.
More than a dozen Taoist monks rushed in, strode to the old prince, took out ropes, and tied him up tightly in no time.
Lord Qingyun coughed lightly and said, "Master, this belongs to the little prince, Third Uncle... Hey."
Lu Yi spoke in a rumbling voice, pointing out all the things that were wrong with the sword techniques and flying swords Fu Yunsheng was using: "Self-cultivator? Where can you find a self-cultivator with such a good technique and flying sword?"
With a cold snort, Lu Yi raised his voice: "Even if he is a casual cultivator, as the guard of this prince, how can he enter the palace without permission? And he also arrogantly attacked in the palace... He is simply lawless, disrespectful to the emperor and his father... Such a arrogant person must be thoroughly investigated and investigated to the end, and he must not be let off in vain."
King Qingyun remained silent.
Indeed, in his own palace, it was okay for his third uncle's guards to follow him in. However, the rules of Qingyun Kingdom had collapsed many years ago, and the imperial palace had almost become a playground for the powerful and wealthy. What was the point of bringing in a few guards?
But these guards, in front of the king, brazenly attacked and killed the king's appointed state teacher...
This is rebellion!
"Come here, send Third Uncle to the Heavenly Prison for temporary detention." Lord Qingyun waved his hand and gave the order, then coughed heavily, "I'm afraid the Heavenly Prison has not been used for some years. Send someone to clean it up, and don't let Third Uncle down."
At the entrance of the hall, Fu Yunsheng, who was spitting out blood, raised his head tremblingly and shouted at Lu Yi: "Fahai, you dare to detain me? Do you know who I am?"
Ah Hu, who was standing at the entrance of the hall, held up his Red Lotus Demon-Subduing Pestle and smashed it hard on Fu Yunsheng's shoulder.
With a "crack", Fu Yunsheng's shoulder was smashed to pieces.
As a sword cultivator, Fu Yunsheng's body was only several times stronger than that of an ordinary person. How could he withstand Ah Hu's violence? Fu Yunsheng fell to the ground with a hissing sound in pain, spitting blood and rolling around on the ground holding his shattered shoulder.
Lu Yi shook his head and said in a cold voice: "Take them away together and interrogate them thoroughly..."
Ah Hu laughed strangely, opened his big hands, and grabbed Fu Yunsheng's head, just like a child grabbing a ball. He picked up Fu Yunsheng and escorted the third uncle with a dozen monks and several guards, and rushed to the sky prison in a corner of the imperial palace.
Fu Yunsheng screamed, "Fahai, I am the Sword Pavilion's priest, I am the Sword Pavilion's priest... I am under the secret order to monitor the Qingyun Kingdom... I am acting on the order, you dare to touch me? You dare to touch me?"
"It's already started, so stop talking nonsense." Seeing that Lord Qingyun's face was not right, Lu Yu reached out and gently patted Lord Qingyun's shoulder, saying calmly: "It doesn't matter, we will fight back when the enemy comes and block when the water comes. No matter what Sword Pavilion it is, we will crush it all."
King Qingyun looked at the shattered flying sword powder under Lu Yi's feet and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"What the national teacher said is absolutely right. It's nothing more than fighting back against the enemy with our generals and covering the water with earth... Hey!"
"Jiang Pavilion, Jian Pavilion... It is one of the secret pavilions for the royal worship of Yan Dynasty. Rumor has it that there are 30,000 sword cultivators inside... Tsk, I never thought that the guards around Third Uncle Wang are from Jian Pavilion."
Lord Qingyun glanced at the stunned civil and military officials in the hall and shook his head: "Everyone, go back and tidy up your own mansion... Tsk, forget it, it's useless to tell you, how can you have the courage and ability to do so?"
The Lord of Qingyun looked at Lu Yi and asked, "State Master?"
Lu Yi smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, my lord. Leave this small matter to me. This Xiyun City, this Qingyun Kingdom, must put things right... Your Majesty is the master of Qingyun Kingdom, and you won't tolerate a group of outsiders making trouble here!"
Because of the terrifying strength displayed by Lu Yi, the court meeting finally returned to the right track.
A group of trembling civil and military officials finally recalled the majesty and disciplines of the imperial dynasty. They lined up in neat rows according to their rank, and at the shouts of the ceremonial officers, they knelt down and saluted Lu Yi, calling him "imperial master" over and over again.
Following the worship of these civil and military officials, King Qingyun immediately signed a formal imperial edict and asked the old eunuch beside him to run to the gate of the imperial city to post the imperial edict and announce the matter to the people of Xiyun City.
At the same time, the King of Qingyun ordered the imperial guards to send out light cavalry to spread the news that he had appointed 'Abbot Fahai of Jinshan Temple' as the national teacher to all corners of Qingyun State and to all county towns.
Lu Yi raised his head and glanced at the top of his head.
He saw that in addition to his own luck that he had tried his best to compress and restrain, a layer of light green and reddish, thin as fog rolled in and quickly entangled with his own luck.
This layer of external luck surged in rapidly, three feet... ten feet... thirty feet...
Gradually, this thin layer of luck condensed into a luck cloud with a radius of ten acres above Lu Yi's head. This layer of luck cloud rolled violently for a while, and in the middle of the cloud, a cloud pillar shook violently, as if it wanted to differentiate into a new layer of Luosan. As a result, the luck was too thin, and the cloud pillar struggled for a long time before finally disintegrating.
Ten acres of celebration clouds!
This is the benefit that the huge Qingyun Kingdom gave to Lu Yi after he became the state teacher of Qingyun Kingdom, with status and authority equal to that of the Lord of Qingyun Kingdom !
There are only ten acres of auspicious clouds, and they are so thin, with colors so varied and floating!
Tsk, just think about the luck and fortune that Lu Yi received when he was in Dayin, you can see how big the gap in national strength is between Qingyun Kingdom and Dayin!
Dayin is still just in the initial stage of revival of the spiritual power of heaven and earth.
However, the Qingyun Kingdom is a kingdom of the Yuanling Heaven where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is at its peak...
"But it's not bad." Lu Yi released his soul. As a master who had reached the Golden Lotus realm, he clearly sensed that originally, the spiritual charm of the heaven and earth of Yuan Lingtian was like 'flowers in the fog'. After all, he was separated by a layer, and now his perception of the Dao rhythm of heaven and earth was much clearer.
Every flower and leaf becomes much more vivid.
There is still a gap, but Lu Yi believes that with his own efforts, this gap will soon disappear.
One Qingyun Kingdom is not enough, what about a powerful and strong Qingyun Kingdom whose territory and population have expanded dozens of times?
If Qingyun Kingdom becoming a hundred times stronger is not enough...what about its overlord country Yan Dynasty?
If even Yan Chao can’t do it...then, just let go!
Didn’t Wanxiang send Lu Yi to Yuanlingtian just for some trouble?
King Qingyun began to give orders.
After he recovered his health and skills, his former ambitions returned.
Of course, his confidence, his courage, his ambition and arrogance were more due to Lu Yi who was sitting next to him - right next to his throne. King Qingyun set up a chair , and Lu Yi sat on it steadily, like a mountain, bringing King Qingyun a great sense of security.
There is a fire burning in my heart.
The face of King Qingyun was filled with a strange blush, as if he was a drunk madman.
For some reason, King Qingyun's mind flashed with the pretty face of his eldest sister, his eldest sister's lover, his partner, the Grand Marshal of the Zhang Army of the imperial court, and countless other faces of young men with whom he had sat and slept and sweated together on the parade grounds.
Except for the eldest sister, they are all dead.
And they all died without a complete body...
And he himself almost exhausted his life bit by bit in some extremely humiliating way!
But Lu Yi fell from the sky.
King Qingyun laughed and issued orders one after another that frightened the civil and military officials so much that their faces turned pale.
No matter whether Lu Fu is a holy monk or a demon monk, no matter whether he is a god or a demon.
Lu Yi healed himself.
Lu Yi has extremely powerful magical powers.
So...why not just go wild?
Following the order from Lord Qingyun, tall figures gathered from all directions of the palace.
These figures had weathered faces, were clad in armor that bore the marks of time, held weapons polished to a shine, and each of them had a solemn and murderous aura that was very different from the current citizens of Qingyun State.
They are the last survivors of the elite army that once belonged to Lord Qingyun.
They are few in number, but absolutely loyal.
They are like hawks and dogs. Although they are old, their claws and teeth are still sharp.
