I have nothing but luck

Chapter 55

After the Qunfang meeting is over, there are still a few days before the Qunfang meeting.

Jiang Jingxing thought about not letting Ah Ci stay in the room alone, thinking wildly, in case he hit something wrong and thought of something terrible.

Might be a bit of a killer.

So he used the reason of going to the street to watch the fireworks at night to pull Xie Rongjiao out.

Xie Rongjiao didn't ask him why today is the Mid-Autumn Festival when he should lie down at home and eat mooncakes, instead of the Lantern Festival when fireworks are lit at night. He just looked at him quietly, turned and went back to the study without saying anything.

Ah Ci was fine when he came back from Qunfang Xiaohui.

Jiang Jingxing was heartbroken.

Not long after, Xie Rongjiao took out a book of scenery of Haojing from his study, and pointed to the page he had turned over: "Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited at night in Haojing."

"..." It's been a long time since I left Haojing, Jiang Jingxing really didn't think about this.

On the surface, Jiang Jingxing looked calm, without any embarrassment: "It's okay, we can let it go."

If someone who is not familiar with the inside story is here, he may think that he is a son of a prince who doesn't take the law seriously.

Time goes back 30 years, but it's not much different.

Xie Rongjiao is not.

He knew Jiang Jingxing well.

Xie Rongjiao closed the book and thought for a while, then asked Jiang Jingxing, "Master, are you sure you want to let go?"

Jiang Jingxing looked up at the moon and said with a smile: "The moon is very bright tonight, I like it very much, the fireworks are very suitable for the occasion."

Xie Rongjiao nodded, didn't say anything more, just said: "Then remember to put something nicer."

Jiang Jingxing smiled across his eyes, his demeanor was as handsome as a pine tree welcoming the sunrise, and the bright moon shining on the green hills.

The market on the Mid-Autumn Festival is far less lively than usual.

Most people are busy eating a portion of taro and white sugar at home, and when they are full with wine and food, they serve a plate of hot mooncakes from a new stove, and eat them with a cup of green tea that reflects the full moon. When the stomach is gone, when the interest comes up, I will have a few more words to talk about current political events and the structure of Kyushu.

The sound of spittle flying is true and false, the false is the court of the world, it is chaotic and unpredictable, only a few people standing on the top of the mountain can roughly understand the general situation of the world; it is really a family relationship, it is real It can be grasped in the palm of your hand.

The moon cakes on the plate are only crumbs, and the moon in the sky is just perfect.

Jiang Jingxing lightly pointed to the sky: "Look, Ah Ci, now is the time when the moon is at its fullest, and the moon at this time of the 360 ​​days in a year is the most beautiful, so we can't waste it."

The owner of a roadside stall where they sat casually came out to clean up the dishes, and said with a smile: "On such a beautiful day, why don't the two gentlemen accompany their families to watch the moonlight, but spend time in this dilapidated place like mine?" ?”

Jiang Jingxing smiled at the old man: "Isn't this just accompanying you?"

"So you two are brothers." The old man understood, and he understood very well, "Look slowly, I'll go back to accompany my wife and children first."

Just as he was about to move forward, he stopped when he heard the young man's saber humming and whistling in its sheath, the movement was not like an ordinary sword.

The young man in green shirt said softly to Jian: "Go."

The Baji Sword has a spirit, and it breaks free from the scabbard like a swimming dragon.

next moment.

Thousands of auspicious auras appeared in the night sky, as if a corner of the night sky had been torn, and countless god birds from the fairy world came one after another with their auspicious clouds, their plumes and feathers flickering, and their demeanors were majestic.

Thousands of divine birds are sandwiched between countless sword qi, and a sword is surrounded in the center, like stars surrounding the moon, mountains arching the sun.

The sword flew towards the high platform where the palace looked out.

Golden light burst out from the other side of Haojing, covering the palace and half of the city.

There are nine giant dragons with their teeth and claws open, and the dragons are mighty. They are entrenched in the palace head to tail, guarding every vital point of the palace with hard scales and sharp claws.

The observation platform pointed by Baji Sword is the place where the first dragon raises its head, and the eye of the nine-dragon formation in the entire palace.

The nine dragons roared together, and the roar shook the sky, as if they were going to shake the clouds in the sky and fall to the mortal palace.

The nine dragons were all in rage, and their roars could shake an impregnable city wall until there were only ruins and tiles left, and the bones and meridians of practitioners were shaken to pieces, and flesh and blood exploded out of the body.

But it was easily crushed under the mighty sword energy.

The entire palace was brighter, and countless golden runes quickly appeared on it, overlapping one after another, hooking one layer after another, and the runes flowed like water waves, sending huge waves of spiritual power to Jiulong's body.

Bajijian flew to the observation deck leisurely.

Xie Rongjiao was still sitting in his original position, firmly holding the steaming tea in his hands.

He believed that Jiang Jingxing would win, and also believed that this would be a beautiful fireworks show.

Trust is groundless and unreasonable.

The Zhou family enshrines two Heavenly Human Realms, one is a national teacher, and the other is not well-known, but his cultivation base in the Heavenly Human Realm is beyond doubt.

At this moment, he was standing in the Zichen Palace where the Son of Heaven lived, his vomited heart blood stained the bright yellow brocade lichen under his feet, scarlet against the bright yellow, it was shocking to look at.

Ji Huang kept pacing in the hall, not caring about staining his boots by stepping on the dirty place, and questioned him: "Jiang Jingxing 18 years ago, a sword with a white rainbow penetrating the sun was not enough? Is my Zhou family going to lose face a second time?" The same person, the same swordsman?"

The priest didn't have the time and energy to answer him.

In the long corridor outside the hall, a man in Tsing Yi came striding forward.

Seeing him rushing, the palace people lowered their eyebrows and knelt down, from the corridor outside the palace to the feet of the emperor in the palace.

The first thing the national teacher said when he saw Ji Huang was: "Close the formation."

The aura on his body at this moment is extremely mysterious and profound, like a grand array of aura gathering around him, and he is wearing the majestic aura of a dynasty for 200 years.

Far more like an emperor than Ji Huang.

There was viciousness in Ji Huang's voice: "Guan Zhen surrendered to Jiang Jingxing and destroyed the Observation Tower and the Little Ban Palace. From now on, what face will my House of Zhou have?"

The national teacher repeated it in a flat tone: "Close the formation, unless you want to destroy the entire palace formation."

Ji Huang took a deep breath: "That thing is in Ru Yang's hands. Although she is far away in the southern border, I use the royal blood to send her to Haojing, but it only takes a breath of effort."

The national teacher finally looked at him.

There were no waves in his eyes, and he couldn't figure out joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and his quietness was almost shocking: "I'm here for a day, so you don't have to think about it."

Regardless of Ji Huang's ugly face, the national teacher turned and left, leaving behind a sentence of unclear meaning: "He established the Northern Zhou Dynasty not for the sake of future generations, but to fight against the Northern Wilderness and make the world better."

"The first emperor didn't know how to look at people." Standing on a high platform for picking up stars, Jiang Hou looked at the whole situation, sighed lonely, and was helped down the stairs by a maid. Her dress was dragging on the floor, and she became the only one who broke the silence of the palace. ringing.

"But I and the national teacher are both smart people, how did you think that you chose Ji Huang?"

There was a loud bang, which was heard throughout the city of Haojing.

Looking at the high platform, the bones are gone.

From carved beams and painted buildings, picking stars and climbing the moon, being upstairs seems to be able to hold all the magnificent mountains and rivers of Kyushu in the palm of your hand, to dust, dust, debris and wood, waking up to realize that it is just a big dream, just a blink of an eye .

On the other hand, the sword energy exploded the sky full of fireworks, the divine bird spread its wings, and countless plumes and feathers fluttered down one after another, like billions of pear blossoms blooming in one day, blown by the east wind and falling all over the sky, covering the heads of pedestrians and the heads of sleeping people tiles.

Thousands of miles away in Fengling City in the Southern Region, Xie Huan leaned on the railing of the Fengling Tower and laughed heartily, "Okay! It's indeed Jiang Jingxing! This is what you, Jiang Jingxing, do!"

The dean of the academy sat in the flowing water pavilion and said to himself to the freshly brewed tea: "Should I be thankful that I saved the academy from the sword of the saint last time?"

"But, the world will be in chaos."

200 years ago, the flames of war that had temporarily subsided with the founding of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, finally, with the sudden collapse of Kyushu, a dam with large and small wormholes, dark waves blatantly surged to the surface, eager to swallow the entire Kyushu.

At the highest point of the Nanman palace stood a woman. She was dressed in Han family clothes with wide sleeves and a high bun, which was incompatible with the clothes she was used to wearing in southern Xinjiang.

The woman is not very beautiful, but the grace and majesty integrated into the flesh and blood is enough to make people ignore the flashy appearance.

The female officer behind her said softly: "My family, Jiang Jing's trip this time is to beat Zhou's face on the ground, do you need to come out—"

Halfway through the conversation, the female officer stopped herself, as if she couldn't even name such a thing.

Princess Ruyang, or the Queen of the Nanman, turned around slowly, her eyes swept over the female officer like lightning: "Remember, I am the princess of the Zhou family first."

"So my first thought is the survival of Kyushu."

"The face of the Zhou family is of course ranked after the survival of the Kyushu. Ji Huang's son, it is insufficient and tricky."

The national teacher stopped, puzzled and said: "To destroy the high tower, one sword is enough, so who is showing so much sword energy?"

As far as demonstrations are concerned, a sword that destroys the observation tower is enough to demonstrate, and if you make it full of sword energy, it will only leave people with a frivolous impression of a saint.

"Of course it's for the sake of looking good." Jiang Jingxing grasped the Baji sword that was flying back towards him, put the sword back into its sheath, and replied leisurely across half of the capital city.

Ah Ci specifically asked to look better!

His heart is full of disdain for ordinary people who don't understand customs like the national teacher.

The old man who closed the stall took a step forward, until Jiang Jingxing retracted his sword, he still didn't let go of his raised foot.

He opened his mouth wide, thinking quite amusedly, darling, in the future he can tell others that he is the one who has seen a sage strike a sword.

To be able to destroy the observation tower of the Northern Zhou Palace with a single sword is tantamount to forging a life-and-death enmity with the Zhou family. Except for the saints, who else has the courage and courage to do so?

Of course, a few years later, when the old man boasted to others about the saint's destruction of the observation tower of the palace, he had gone from how the saint's sword was so heroic and mighty, the gods and Buddhas kept pace with the times, to the saint's sword destroying the tower, which filled the sky. Fireworks only smile for the beauties.

Jiang Jingxing's own oil and vinegar were indispensable.

This is a funeral.

A man in Tsing Yi turned out at the end of the street.

One moment he was still in the Northern Zhou Palace, and the next moment he was strolling in the market. It was easy and normal for Heaven and Human Realm.

The national teacher ignored Jiang Jingxing and asked Xie Rongjiao directly: "Is it convenient to say a few words?"

"It's convenient." Xie Rongjiao said, "I don't know if it's convenient for Senior to disclose his identity?"

"In the Northern Zhou Dynasty, I actually had no official title, but they love to call me our teacher. I have heard it for more than 200 years, and I am used to calling myself this way. Last time I came to Fengling City to visit the prince."

Anyway, it was Jiang Jingxing's former master, Xie Rongjiao deliberately explained: "Sorry, I don't recognize faces very well."

The national teacher smiled and said: "It's nothing, anyway, there are not many people who recognize my face. There were many before, but they can't survive me, and gradually there are not many."

The two of them gradually drifted away, the national teacher waved his sleeves to set up a soundproof barrier, it seemed that he really wanted to have a talk with Xie Rongjiao.

Xie Rongjiao didn't know what the national teacher had to talk about with a small person like himself, but Jiang Jingxing was not far away, he couldn't detect the malicious intentions of the national teacher, so he simply waited for the national teacher to speak first.

National Teacher: "Jiang Jingxing shouldn't have used that sword."

Xie Rongjiao looked at him quietly.

"It's not good for him or Kyushu."

The fireworks have not yet completely dispersed.

Xie Rongjiao took a piece in his palm.

He replied: "There are many things I don't know, so I don't know where your bad words are. But I think it's nothing more than internal friction in Kyushu. Ji Huang knows the shortcomings of Master."

"I can think of these, and Master can naturally think of them. He must have his considerations and reasons for doing it."

There was a smile on the corner of the young man's lips: "Master, he has already made up his mind, all I can do is to walk with him, no matter what the road ahead is. I have the right to watch a beautiful fireworks tonight."

Under the moonlight, the boy's eyebrows were as cold as ice.

It is both transparent and stubborn.

The national teacher is not a talkative person, he brought what he needed to say, and he went back quickly. After all, a good show in Gaojing was watched by all forces in the world, and some of them gave him a headache.

The two of them didn't have the slightest sense that they had done a big thing, and they went back to the other courtyard together, intending to get a good night's sleep before it was too late.

"Aci, what did the national teacher tell you?"

"It seems that I didn't say anything, and it seems that I said a lot." Xie Rongjiao thought for a while, "But it doesn't matter, what matters is that I watched a beautiful firework tonight."

The undercurrents of the national teacher of the Haojing Imperial Palace and Ji Huang are far away from the schemes of Princess Ruyang in the southern border, and the calculations in Mo Luo's heart. The thoughts and deeds of these big men are too far from those of young people.

Only Jiang Jingxing was close by, holding Zhenjiang Mountain in his hands, and fireworks were exploding in front of his eyes.