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"Six hundred miles urgent, sent to the capital!"
Fan Xiangjie led 100,000 soldiers and horses to flee the Kunlun Mountains in a hurry. On the way, he wrote a six-hundred-mile expedited letter to report the details of the Kunlun Mountains to Song Zhezong.
He looked back at Kunlun Mountain, where the shadow was almost gone. For some reason, the fear in his heart lingered like a shadow.
"Let's go!" Fan Xiangjie shuddered and didn't want to stop for a moment. He rushed towards Tokyo Bianliang as fast as he could.
The battle at Kunlun Mountain finally spread to the Central Plains, but what was different from the past was that when the news spread throughout the Central Plains, the entire Central Plains was dead silent, without any sound, not even a voice of doubt.
In the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, the sweeping monk looked at the two pairs of eyes in the two shadows. Melancholy piled up on his face, and the tip of his eyebrows trembled slightly. It seemed that he had already expected something. Now that the news came, it just confirmed what he had been thinking. .
"ShaolinShaolin" The sweeping monk shook his head and left slowly. On the top floor, only the setting sun was shining, and there were two pairs of eyes that were afraid of each other.
One of them said calmly, "Your good son actually defected to Tongtian!"
"What if not? Like you, letting your son die at Tongtian's hands?" Another person retorted.
"To reach the sky and experience the world is too deep, it is not the way of an immortal." The man continued.
"Immortal way? You underestimate him too much."
After the words fell, I saw a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the shadow on the top floor. They were a pair of scarred hands. At this moment, they slowly stretched out into the afterglow, and a smile appeared on the eyes looking at the palms.
????????????? Then I heard a laugh coming from the top floor, ¡°There are talents from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years!¡±
The court of the Song Dynasty, Bianliang, Tokyo!
Song Zhezong sat paralyzed on the dragon chair and could not speak for a long time. The civil and military ministers below had already bowed to the ground and did not dare to make a sound.
Song Zhezong held a memorial in his hand. It was the Kunlun Memorial that Fan Xiangjie sent back to Tokyo six hundred miles away. It described in detail Tongtian's words and deeds in Kunlun Mountain.
Moreover, Song Zhezong had also received news that Duan Yu was traveling eastward to preach in the Central Plains.
"He wants to sit on the dragon's throne!" Song Zhezong suddenly shouted, stood up and kept the report in his hand in the main hall, "Say! Tell me! Why can such a rebellious and unscrupulous person survive to this day!"
Song Zhezong has completely collapsed. Fan Xiangjie's 100,000 troops did not dare to show up in front of him and fled in panic. The four great black monks of the Shaolin sect were all killed by his hands. What else can stop him?
what else? !
The emperor has always been just an ordinary man. He has no resistance at all to the menacing leader Tongtian. The army of the imperial court is like child's play in front of Tongtian. What else can he do?
"Pass the message, I want to meet the leader of Tongtian Cult in person!" I don't know how long it took, but Song Zhezong on the dragon throne finally shook his head and sighed, his face full of tiredness.
When the news came out, the whole world was shocked!
The emperor wants to meet the leader of Tongtian Cult in person!
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty actually knelt down to pay homage to the leader of a religion!
Tongtian is too unbelievable!
"Compared to the previous silence, this news was like a meteorite falling into the sea, setting off majestic waves that instantly swept across the entire Central Plains martial arts world.
Everyone knows that Song Zhezong has never interfered in martial arts affairs, but now he has to go to see the leader of Tongtian in person. The key is the word "visit". This is equivalent to Song Zhezong admitting that Tongtian is more respected than himself!
In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, in the streets and alleys, whether they were ordinary people or knights, all they were talking about for a while was this dialogue between the two kings.
But everyone knew in their hearts that Emperor Song Zhezong might not be considered a king in Tongtian's eyes.
And what about Tongtian?
He is not a king. In the words of Jie Jiao, he is just a Taoist who practices in the world.
Just when Song Zhezong was about to leave for Kunlun Mountain to pay homage to Tongtian, Duan Yu had already arrived in the capital.
Duan Yu¡¯s identity is the chief disciple of Tongtian Cult. When he entered the capital, the whole city cheered and the whole city was excited. People flocked to the city gate to wait. For a time, the entire capital was empty of ten rooms!
"Invite Duan Yu, the great disciple of Tongtian Cult Master, to come into the palace to meet the Saint!" Even though Song Zhezong used the word "please", he still couldn't let go of the fact that he was the emperor. The four words "enter the palace to meet the Saint" can already be seen. There is still luck in his heart.
The BMW car drove slowly, with fishes and dragons dancing along the road, and songs wafting. Duan Yu experienced for the first time what it means to have a good reputation, and it was also a big one.Face!
Mainly because Dali State, under the leadership of Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun, has always regarded diligence and frugality as the basis for governing the country, and the royal family's travels are not impressive at all.
But now that he is holding the title of Chief Disciple of Tongtian Cult, Duan Yu finally has a deep understanding of Pai Pai Noodles.
"This is the paradise on earth!" Seeing the red wine and green orioles singing and dancing along the street, Duan Yu felt reluctant to leave a place for the first time, but he knew in his heart that this was just one of the thousands of worlds in the leader's heart.
Thousands of disciples from the Jie Sect slowly followed behind them, and the group stopped in front of the palace gate. In the distance, countless people gathered around to watch, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
"Your Majesty has decreed that Taoist priests can enter by car!" the inner court manager shouted sharply, standing in front of the palace gate.
"This emperor is so sensible!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com