The Sword Dynasty

In the south of Changling City, the god is supervised.

This building that looks like an ordinary Taoist temple always exudes a cold atmosphere. Except for several big figures in the depths of the palace, all the dignitaries of the Great Qin Dynasty have a deep guard and fear of this place, but at this time Many people in this building are full of deep guard and fear in their eyes.

Only for a woman dressed in white.

Ye Ce-Leng walked off the carriage and walked alone into the cold courtyard along the gray stone path.

Wisps of skylight fell diagonally against the mottled wall and sprinkled on her.

In the deepest courtyard, a carriage was parked next to a dying dead wood.

The carriage is the deepest purple, the wood exudes a lustrous light color, and the patterns are carved on it, the relief is overlapped with openwork, and it is inlaid with gold jade, which is extremely luxurious.

Ye Ce Leng stopped and stared at the carriage. She smiled and said slightly toward the study in the courtyard: "This should be the sandalwood red sandalwood carriage in Liling Jun Mansion. Come here, the magnificent director of the god capital also likes this kind of vulgar thing?"

"Vulgars and vulgars don't think about it, just like the smell of the wood itself."

A dull voice came out through the false door, looking a bit hollow.

"I don't care about the light and the smell, this wood is rare, but it's justified." Ye Ce turned slowly and didn't move any more, just looked at the inside through the false door and watched floating in the light. The fine dust, coldly said: "It's just that other people don't know your flying sword cultivation behavior, I don't know yet? I don't want Baishanshui to die for any reason, why are you?"

There was a moment of silence in the door, saying: "Don't you really know."

Ye Ce coldly said: "I really don't know."

"Birds try to hide." The door was silent for a moment, and said, "It's just that I did it, not for myself."

"No matter who you are for, I hope you won't do it again."

Ye Ce-Leng raised his head, said calmly and coldly: "I am me, you are you, you should know what I don't want to owe you."

No more words in the door.

Ye Celen didn't say much anymore, turned around and left.

However, at the moment when she just moved, the hollow voice in the door rang again: "There was something I did not record in the report. There are some problems with the route taken by Bai Shanshui. She seems to have been to some. Alley."

Ye Ce Leng Huo Ran turned around.

...

A yellow robe cultivator walked out of the carriage and his feet stepped on the soft grass outside a woodland outside the gate of Jianzong Mountain in Minshan.

The Minshan Sword Society had already ended, but the teachers of the various practice sites and some officials from the courts had not dispersed. They looked at the yellow robe on the practitioner, and then sensed the breath of the practitioner, they would Everyone knows where this yellow robe practitioner comes from, and all kinds of emotions appear in his eyes.

The yellow-robed practitioner was extremely polite and low-key. He and a Qingshan disciple, who was in charge of Minshan Jianzong, whispered a few words and returned to the carriage, waiting quietly.

Thinking of the honorable hostess in the palace, the mood must be bad, the teachers of the various practice areas and the officials of the churches did not dare to stay deliberately, and even some of them who had to stay for some time left early, and this woodland was soon around. It became more and more quiet.

The Qingshan cultivator of Jianzong Minshan came and came again. Zhang Yi followed him silently, walked through the forest, and walked to the carriage where the cultivator Huangpao was.

The yellow robe practitioner has directly notified him of his identity and intentions, but Zhang Yi does not understand how in his identity, the extremely noble woman made such an arrangement deliberately.

So the closer he gets to the carriage, the more thrilling he is, the more uneasy he is.

When he saw Zhang Yi's figure, the yellow robe practitioner walked out of the carriage.

Then he bowed a distance to Minshan Jianzong practitioner and Zhang Yiwei who led the way.

"The lady told me to forward this letter to you."

Without any extra words, looking at the Minshan Jianzong practitioner who stepped aside and Zhang Yi who walked in front of him, the well-behaved yellow robe practitioner said peacefully, and then took a letter from his sleeve and handed it to him Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's face turned pale in an instant, and his hands tremble when he did not touch the letterhead.

But he didn't make any sound. He lowered his head slightly, opened the letterhead, and looked at the handwriting of Juanxiu with great power inside, and his hands became more trembling.

"I know."

After reading it three times in a row, and confirming that he did not miss any word or understand the meaning of any word, he bowed slightly to the yellow robe practitioner and said, "I agree with this proposal."

The yellow robe practitioner looked at Zhang Yi's pale face but began to become firm, and looked at his still trembling hands and stretched out his hand, as if to take back the letterhead, but at the same time his finger just touched the letterhead This letterhead was shattered by a gentle force, and turned into a fine flying dust in Zhang Yi's hands.

This is a powerful state of spiritual practice, but such a yellow robe practitioner is only an ordinary messenger for the perfect woman in the palace.

In the gate of Jianzong of Minshan, there are some courtyards at the foot of the side of Qingyu Mountain Road.

Some newly-introduced disciples, or disciples like Zhang Yi who are about to start learning, are here temporarily.

Zhang Yi returned to the courtyard where he was staying temporarily. Without saying hello to Du Gubai, he closed the door and entered the room, unfolding the paper and pen.

His face is still pale, but his hands have stabilized.

He wrote a letter quietly, left it on the table, and pushed the door away.

...

...

A dark cloud flows slowly in the sky.

A black goshawk glides through the clouds and glides across a black mountain.

The black mountain is not tall, without growing grass and trees, but there are countless large and small tombstones standing in the forest.

There is a royal driving camp outside the mountain.

There is a tomb in a valley near the top of the mountain. The tombstone in front of the tomb is a small crown.

Emperor Qi stood in this valley sadly.

He was the only one standing in the whole valley and the whole mountain.

When Zhang Yi's quiet letter pushed the door away, he was also looking at a secret note that had just arrived.

He was not so calm.

After carefully reading the last word of the secret note, he cried directly, crying very hard and very desolate.

"Ruo Shi! You have gone without complaint, but since you went, I have trouble sleeping and sleeping. It is common in my dreams that the Qin Army Tiger and Wolf Division breaks into the city and no one can stop it."

"If you are Master! Minshan Sword Society has just ended, you know that Changling has another genius boy like Jing Liuli and An Baoshi."

"If you are a master! It's really hard to think about it... At the peak of the Bashan sword field, Qin Di has produced so many geniuses that people can't understand. Even now, he still has a lot of talents. Is it his destiny that Yuanwu is really destined? What?"

"If you are a teacher! Jing Liuli and An Baoshi are already younger than the young people of each dynasty. After another ten years, I am afraid that no one can resist, but it is not enough to have two such monsters, but now there is one. We That's good. You left a student like this, but buried yourself with you, what does that mean?"

"Every time I read this, I can't wait to go with you."

"If you are a teacher! If you don't miss the people of Qi, I really want to go with you."

Emperor Qi was crying without emperor style, and his tears were flowing.

The grave in front of him was originally dead and unchanged, and even the wild grass did not grow a piece, and there was not even a strange breath that the practitioner could perceive, but when his crying became louder, the dirt on the head of the grave was Started to tremble slightly.

Obviously, only the black soil was shaking, but it clearly exuded the disgust of seeing through Qi Emperor.

Emperor Qi widened his eyes and stopped the mourning, but sobbed from time to time.

The unpleasant breath was even more lonely and disturbed by the disturbing tranquility, and became sharper.

The dirt on the top of the grave, like burnt incense, was floated by the wind, and a little black light slowly showed through.

A dark, black grass with a cold breath grew out of it.

This black grass has only one blade of grass, and it was still facing Qi Emperor when it was growing out, but in the blink of an eye, the tip of the grass was aligned with the direction of Changling Mausoleum.

Qi Emperor's sobbing also stopped, and after tangling for a moment, bowed and bowed to the tomb. The moment he turned around, the face still had tears on his face, but the depth of his eyes was stained with a layer of joy.