Immortal Devil Transformation

Spring is far away and the wind is as cold as a knife.

More than a hundred Yunqin soldiers walked on the official road outside a small town in Heluohang Province. These Yunqin soldiers were dressed in formal army-style black armor, but the moving formation was a bit scattered, and many people were injured.

Xu Proverbs and the cold town of Nan and Yongjia, after the original mess of Wen Xuan Hub, the most powerful presence in the Chapel, from Zhongzhou City to the place, the root of the crossroads, I don't know how many of my own people have been put in. However, even so, Xu Proverbs and the cabinet formed by the cold town Nan have only occupied the imperial city of Zhongzhou, and have not yet been able to really calm Zhongzhou City and the outer Ring Guard City. Sometimes the military rebellion occurs.

After Xu Proverbs in the name of the Imperial City of Zhongzhou reached the provinces of Yunqin, each province fell from the top, sir, some local hodges, naturally not all of them could be ordered by this temporarily formed cabinet.

The military has always been the focus of a noble battle for ownership, and war inevitably erupts when there is a fierce conflict between its will and the control of its superiors.

The local Yunqin army is experiencing an unprecedented division, which even implicitly wants to turn the whole Yunqin into a situation where countless people coexisted before the establishment of Yunqin State.

The Yunqin army, which walked on the muddy official road outside the town, had just won a battle and was about to rush to another town to join the like-minded army.

Yet all these Yunqin soldiers have no joy of victory but to be heavy and exhausted.

Because they never thought that one day they would actually fight Yun Qin's own people.

……

Whether it is a secret meeting between the major business names of Shanyinhang Province, or this army of Yunqin fighting with its own people before, it is a microcosm of the myriad changes in Yunqin at this moment.

Several carriages are also parked at the corner of the street in the town.

The worried townsfolk in the town had no intention of speculating as to where the businessmen or some plainclothes were coming from, and the officials who were carrying out the orders did not connect the ordinary carriages to the Academy.

A few glimmers of light spilled through the door cracks, and Gao Yanan's silence in the glimmer filled the eyebrows with intense apprehension.

Linghan and Cold Autumn looked at Gao Yanan's side face, looked at her worried but still persevering eyebrows, Cold Autumn couldn't help but whisper: “Is this really what you've been hiding? ”

“This has to be done. ”

Gao Yanan turned his head and looked at Linghan and Cold Autumn, clearing his voice: “From what we have seen in these days, so many contact points at Qingyu College no longer exist, enough to show that Zhang Ping has more understanding of our Qingyu College contact methods than we thought. He is too familiar with our Qingyuan College and too familiar with Lin Xie. If he knew we were alive, if our whereabouts were exposed, he would use all his strength against us to force Lin Xie to appear in his sight again. We cannot be the burden of Lin Xie, we must make everyone think that we died at Thunder Academy, let Zhang Ping wonder about our hidden power. ”

Linghan silenced for a moment, and the voice was slightly chilled: “The longer it took, the stronger Zhang Ping will become. ”

“We must rally our strongest forces to strike him. With our power now, it's not enough to get into Central State to find him and kill him.” Gao Yanan looked at Yonghan and said: “So we just have to wait, wait for Lin Xie's news, wait for the chance to fight back. ”

……

There are many shallow lakes in Huangshuitang Ling in Qiantanghang Province.

As the water dries up in winter, the owners of the ponds employ many labourers to dig in the ponds.

Ho Tang is too dry to dig. If the lobster is cut off and enters the mud, the price cannot be sold, so the labourers are trapped in cold mud all day long, using their hands and some simple tools to dig the lobster, unusually hard.

Fortunately, the price of Lotus in winter is good, and the price paid by the Dupont owners to these hard-working diggers is not low. After months of work, these workers will be able to earn a year of silver money to feed their families, which is the greatest comfort in their hearts.

In the shallow lake mud, which is not known for miles, there are countless diggers covered in black mud who labor diligently among the dead leaves.

One of them was owned by Fang Zhongju.

Fang Zhongju is one of the most famous Daju in Qiantanghang Province. He is famous for his knowledge, but he does not enter the chapel. As a village gentleman, he only runs some classrooms in the area, does some bridge paving, puts out some reading notes, and does some attractive things.

He owns an ancestral estate of nearly 100 acres of Ho Tang, but he is not proud of himself, and several members of the family still live in the binary bungalow facing Ho Tang by the lake.

As a purgatory mountain cleric dressed in an unusual red robe walked in front of him, the Confucian attacking the yellow cotton robe was cooking a pot of tea, a pot of yellow sugar ginger water and a pot of hot porridge in a gazebo by the lake.

Hot tea was his own drink, and yellow sugar, ginger water and hot porridge were for the workers who were digging in the mud beach in front of him.

Ginger water can keep you warm, but it's just ginger water, but hungry can easily hurt your stomach, so he also has hot porridge.

When a Purgatory Mountain Cleric appeared in his sight, his gentle face was filled with cold frosts that could not be dissolved.

“Please write to Lin Xie. ”

The ordinary young Purgatory Mountain cleric's eyes flashed some fanaticism, but the divine color was extremely calm. After the honorable courtesy, he did not speak any extra words, made his own request, and asked Fang Zhongju to publish some books publicly to denounce Lin Xie's actions.

The forty year-old Confucian pondered the time for a few breaths.

Then he didn't make any noise, just lifted his teapot and stuck his hands in the red charcoal stove.

His face became unusually pale and yellow bean-sized sweat beads rolled down his forehead.

Everyone could see how painful he was, yet he just made a dull grunt of pain and looked up at the Purgatory Mountain Cleric.

My hands are rotten and I can't write anymore.

The Purgatory Mountain Cleric, of course, understood what he meant and saw his resolve.

However, the Purgatory Mountain Cleric was not angry, but looked calmly at Fang Zhongju and said: “I know you are most filial, your wife is changing a robe for her at a tailor's shop in the city with your old mother, but you did so, but you set the shop on fire, and your wife and old mother died in the fire. ”

“You don't think about your body, think about your family, because you have a child.” The Purgatory Mountain Cleric said calmly that his eyes departed from the broken hands of Fang Zhongju and looked to the distance behind Fang Zhongju.

Fang Zhongju turned around and saw a smoke column rushing into the sky in the distant city.

He understood what had happened, and he trembled and began to cry.

Purgatory Mountain Cleric looked at him calmly.

The Confucian also understood the meaning of the last sentence of the Purgatory Mountain Cleric, who slammed his head hard against the pavilion next to him.

A crackling crisp sounded, the Confucian's body rubbing the pavilion down, blood red and white, spread over the pavilion and the ground.

Numerous shouts and angry drinks rang in the mud of the lake.

Many diggers waved the short iron in their hands to come ashore. Whatever the way the Red Robe cleric came, they had to struggle with it. Yet the lake was too muddy and their steps were too heavy and slow, and they could only look at the indifferent red figure and disappear into their sight.

A young digger also saw Fang Zhongju die.

The young man looked handsome, and even if he had dark mud on his face, he didn't feel dirty and ugly.

All the diggers beside him only thought he was a digger from poor people in the southern province, but no one knew that he was once one of the best and most scenic young people in Qingqin Academy, the son of Wen Shusu, who held the power.

He is Wen Xuanyu.

After the fall festival, he disappeared into everyone's sight, but he was practicing desperately to get revenge.

He does not care about the grievances of the Residence Clan and the eldest grandchildren, nor about the existence of his father. For him, Wen Xuan Hu is his father, whether he is a raper or a great evil. All he knew was that Emperor Yunqin had killed his father, so his only purpose for a long time was to kill Emperor Yunqin and avenge his father.

However, Emperor Yunqin has died as a result of Lin Xi's persecution and the unrest of the people of Zhongzhou City.

This hatred that sustains his life suddenly someday ceases to exist, and he suddenly doesn't know what his life means.

Zhang Ping and Qingxian College, and Lin Xi's fight, didn't make him feel anything to do with himself before.

Today, however, standing in cold mud, looking at the scene in front of him, his blood began to burn unconsciously.

He still doesn't know what he's going to be and what his life means.

At this moment, however, there is only one thought in his mind.

He must kill the Purgatory Mountain Red Cleric.

……

As Wen Xuanyu began to walk faster and faster in Hotang, a battle had just ended at the North Neighbourhood College in Qiantanghang Province.

More than a dozen practitioners of the North Neighbourhood College stood up hard in blood.

On the ground around them, in addition to the corpses of many lewd dressers and college practitioners, there was also a Purgatory Mountain Red Cleric and several ghost face corpses.

These practitioners of the Northern Neighbourhood Academy were ultimately victorious in this battle when they ambushed the Purgatory Mountain Red Cleric and the claw teeth that served him, but they also paid a heavy price.

Most importantly, they do not know how long they will last after winning the war.

Whatever the other right or wrong, they, like many Yun Qin practitioners, refused to submit to Zhang Ping and the foot of the Purgatory Mountain. They should be on Lin Xi's side and Qingyu College's side at this moment.

In their view, Lin Xi is naturally the leader of all opposition forces at this moment.

“Lin Xi, where the hell are you? Why hasn't Qingyuan College fought back yet?” So at this moment, one of the hardstanding Northern Neighbourhood Academy practitioners couldn't help but whisper such a painful whisper.