Dongji Imperial Capital, Jingguang City,

October 31, late at night.

In the closed dark room, Xuanyi was bathed in the faint candlelight, thoughtful. After saying goodbye to Qianyu Yanyun, this "man" followed the secret passage provided by Yue Feiyan and returned to his residence in the palace, and came here with a letter written by Qianyu Yanyun himself.

When he pushed open the stone door of the dark room, he didn't think much of it.

As a result, after closing my eyes, I thought about it for a long time.

When he opened it again, Xuanyi's innocent gaze fell on the purple-black lotus flower next to the candle flame, and there was suddenly a little hesitation in his eyes. It's an antiquity that looks like a lamp but doesn't look like it. The purple-black lotus flower comes to life under the reflection of the candlelight on the table.

The base at the bottom is similar to an oil pot, holding up the lotus flower at the top. Its carving is exquisite, and it is not extraordinary at first glance. Looking at the material, it should be made of dark gold, a specialty of dark gold Jibei.

While thinking about it, Xuanyi Wujian slowly held a lotus pot in the palm of his hand, and carefully wiped off the dirt on it. He was still hesitating. Although it is not yet known what exactly this lotus pot is used for, it is certain that Xuanyi Wujian does not actually want to use it, but it seems to have reached the point where it has to be used.

At present, the snowfall has made the entire north of Dongji a closed and isolated world. Anyone who wants to cross the wind and snow at this time and arrive in Jibei is tantamount to asking for his own death. Xuanyi Wujian doesn't care, what he cares about most now is how to pass the letter in his hand that concerns the interests of the Mexican country through this storm and snow in the shortest possible time and deliver it to the hands of Ao Chun, the lord of the Xia country.

Sniffing carefully, a speck of dust made Xuanyi Wujian feel a little choked, so he sneezed, which caused the floating dust in the entire dark room to surge. In an instant, the originally sad Xuanyi Wujie suddenly forgot the last time he was here, when it was.

He clenched the lotus cup in his hand with one hand, and raised his long sleeves with the other hand to cover his mouth and nose tightly, waiting for the dust to settle. During this period, Xuanyi Wujian was still seriously considering whether to use this lotus cup. He thought about it for a long, long time.

In fact, he had been thinking about this question long before Xuanyi Wujian was preparing for a secret meeting with Thousand Feathers of Smoke and Clouds. As a result, he still came to the dark room and picked up the lotus pot that was full of dust.

Xuanyi Wujian couldn't find a faster way.

Eventually, he compromised.

When the dust settled, Xuanyi Wujian carefully put the lotus pot on the table, then took out the letter written by Qianyu Yanyun himself, and carefully checked whether there were any "code words" that Qianyu Yanyun didn't want him to know, and only Xia Guolord Ao Chun and her could understand it.

After confirming that none of this was possible, Xuanyi Wujian held up the lotus pot on the table with one hand, and then began to chant a string of ancient words in his mouth. In the process, the original black pupils turned scarlet, and the lotus pot base in his hand also showed twelve light blue characters one after another because of the words he was chanting, adding a bit of inexplicable weirdness to this claustrophobic dark room.

When Xuanyi finished chanting, on the base of the lotus cup, twelve light blue characters all lit up, and then a black flame suddenly emerged from the lotus heart, igniting the entire purple-black lotus!

Seeing the unsullied Xuanyi after seeing this scene, he didn't feel panicked. Immediately after, he carefully put the lotus pot back on the table again, and then closed his eyes, muttering about the Xia Kingdom in the north of Jibei, the deep palace, and the face that he was familiar with but extremely annoying.

The black flame burned the purple-black lotus flower, and the candle on the table was still a little bit about to burn out. Holding his breath, Xuanyi whispered the person's name.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

I don't know how long it has been here.

Poor Xuanyi is unblemished, still repeating and repeating. Until the candle on the table was about to burn out, Xuanyi Wujian seemed to sense something, and suddenly opened his eyes.

But the candle on the table, which was about to burn out, suddenly stopped burning, and kept its flame like a stagnant stone sculpture. In the afterglow, the floating dust floating in the air hung silently in the air. Xuanyi Wujian frowned, and then realized that time around him had stood still.

At this moment, only the burning purple-black lotus flower on the table was not restricted in any way. After thinking about it, Xuanyi Wujian coldly shouted to the "Black Fire Lotus" in front of him: "Since you have already come, why are you reluctant to show up?"

But I saw a string of silver bell-like laughter coming from the burning black flames. Then, a woman with a pale complexion like wax and scarlet eyes like Xuanyi Wujian slowly appeared in the black flames, and smiled at Xuanyi Wujian here: "Yo, who did I think it was? It turned out to be Mr. Xuanyi, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Xuanyi was silent awkwardly.

Looking at the black flames, this plump woman.

He tried to avoid her gaze, but out of courtesy, he had to make eye contact with her. The woman had a cinnabar mole on her forehead, but it looked like it was lit later. Although the blush was touched a lot, it still looked a little lacking in blood.

After thinking about it, the woman scratched her head and took the lead in breaking the silence: "Has something big happened recently?

"Naturally, there is something important to bother. Between the words, Xuanyi Wujian suddenly remembered the pretentious appearance of this woman, so he frowned slightly, forcibly held back the impatience in his heart, and said respectfully to her, "Please also ask Imam Yin Ci to take a hand." ”

"Yo! look at what Mr. said this!" Yin Ci looked at the black flames in front of him, who looked neither humble nor arrogant, but in fact, there was a little low Xuanyi in his tone, and turned to pretentiously: "Mr. Xuanyi is really polite, you are the humerus of the Blood-clothed Elders, if there is anything I can help, just mention it!"

Xuanyi listened to it, and finally hesitated, and then lit the letter in his hand with a black flame. When the black flames turned the letter written by Thousand Feathers Smoke Cloud into ashes. On the other end, the woman who was called "Imam" by Xuanyi Wujian appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Yin Ci smiled slightly, but saw that the black flame that was originally burning in the palm of her hand slowly extinguished. The slender hand was unscathed, and there was an extra letter out of thin air. When I looked closely, it was the one that had just been lit by Xuanyi.

"Sir's letter, why don't you encapsulate it. Looking at the original burned by the Xuanyi in his hand, Yin Ci wondered, "Aren't you afraid that outsiders will take the opportunity to take a peek?"

Xuanyi Wujian smiled faintly: "How can Sect Chief Yin be an outsider?"

Yin Ci was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly: "Ouch, Mr. Xuanyi is really good at talking! Don't worry, I will personally deliver this letter to Mr. when the time comes, and I will definitely not let others look at it." ”

Xuanyi Wujian sneered in his heart, and then turned to say: "This letter has actually just been written, the handwriting on it has not yet dried, and the matter is urgent and sudden, so I have not had time to prepare a suitable envelope. However, given the importance of the letter, and the esteemed status of the person who read it, the encapsulation was needed. ”

Yin Ciming's eyes turned: "If Mr. doesn't give up, I'll leave this encapsulated matter to me." Definitely will make Mr. satisfied~"

Xuanyi Wujian bowed and waved his hand: "Then, the next thing about the packaging will trouble Sect Chief Yin." ”

"You're polite, it's a gesture~" Yin Ci listened, and thought, "I have never used the Holy Light Lotus's Xuanyi Wujing, but I suddenly used it to contact me tonight, and just to deliver a letter?"

After thinking about it, Yin Ci's afterglow glanced at the signature at the end of the letter, but saw that her brows were slightly furrowed: "This letter was written by Qianyu Yanyun, the head of the Qianyu clan?

The more Yin Ci thought about it, the more confused he became, and suddenly he couldn't wait to see what was written on this letter. On the other end, Xuanyi Wujian seemed to see through her thoughts, so he smiled and said, "Sect Chief Yin can wait and see, don't worry." ”

Yin Ci raised his eyes and smiled: "This letter was written by the head of the Qianyu clan to Ao Chun, the lord of the Xia country, isn't it?"

Xuanyi Wuji: "Exactly." ”

"Sir, who does it need me to put this letter into. At this time, Yin Ci just hurriedly glanced at the signature and who the letter was addressed to, and did not read the content carefully, but listened to Xuanyi Wujian and said lightly: "Naturally, it is Ao Chun, the lord of the Xia Kingdom." ”

"Sir, this is to use the power of the Holy Sect to send the head of the Thousand Feather Clan a favor?" Yin Ci wondered, she thought that Xuanyi Wujing was sending a message to Ao Chun on behalf of Thousand Feather Yanyun.

"This letter was actually written by me on behalf of Qianyu Yanyun. "Xuanyi is not smiling," the imam will understand later when he reads the contents of the letter. ”

After hearing this, Yin Ci couldn't wait to ask, "Mr. Xuanyi, is this already an alliance with the Thousand Feather Clan?"

"If this is done, the Thousand Feather Clan may become the most important partner for me and even our Black Heaven Sect in the future. Xuanyi Wujian hesitated for a moment, and then responded, "And now it is imperative that Mr. Lao deliver this letter to the hands of Ao Chun, the lord of the Xia Kingdom." ”

Yin Ci asked: "According to the influence of Qianyu Yanyun in Dongji now, Mr. is trying to win her over to join the Council of Elders, right?"

"I'll talk about this question later, so I'm not in a hurry for the time being. If you want to win her over, you have to get her on our boat first, and once she gets on the boat, the rest will be up to her. Xuanyi Wujian sneered, with a hint of sadness and helplessness between his words, "Just like me." ”

Yin Ci smiled slightly: "The most difficult thing in this world to resist is the temptation from power. Whether it's God or man. Once you've tasted the sweetness, it's hard to let go easily. ”

Between the words, Xuanyi Wujian stretched out his right hand and put his five fingers together, put them on his heart, and then said solemnly: "Chaos is order. ”

At that end, Yin Ci made the same move, and then said in Xuanyi's innocent words: "Chaos creates order. ”

......

In the evening of the same day,

In the Guangqi Courtyard, the east area of the sword trial field.

The Frost Sword, who was originally practicing swords silently, put down what they were doing and rushed to watch and learn by the way when they found that Xia Hui and Han Jian were personally instructing a "Frost Sword Recruit".

As a result, although Xia Hui didn't care about this scene, he didn't expect it. On the contrary, it was Han Yu, who frowned, and yelled at everyone: "What should you be busy with, don't join in the fun here, increase the pressure on other recruits, and go for a walk!"

As he spoke, Han Yu lifted his plaster hand, and then kicked the ass of the frost sword closest to him. In fact, Han Jian thought that this scene would happen. It's just that it's snowing heavily outside, and there's no place like here that has a more atmosphere for Meng Jian to practice swords.

The eastern part of the fencing arena is located indoors.

The weapons and swords and armor inside are all created by the Mingyue Liu clan, supervised by the Yaoguang Han clan, and personally involved by the Liuyun Xia clan, which can be described as the masterpiece of the "Three Friends of Jibei". In addition, there are also professional instructors who are familiar with various types of weapons. In the winter, don't practice swords here? Where do you go to practice swords? In your dreams?

At first, Han Wei didn't want to come here, but Xia Hui refuted him with the above words. In desperation, Han Wei didn't want Xia Hui to be angry, so he had to succumb to her and come to the east area of the sword trial field.

Although, some of the frost swords that were watching were partially removed under Han Yu's angry scolding, there were still a small number of onlookers watching from a distance. In contrast, after Han Yu glared at them several times, he gave up and said to Xia Hui instead, "Why don't we change places?"

Xia Hui thought for a moment: "Now?"

Han Ji: "I'm worried about ......"

Xia Hui sighed, glanced at Meng Jian in doubt in front of him, and then said to Han Jian without hesitation: "Just, practice casually, don't talk about things that are too deep, anyway, Meng Jian can't even be considered a beginner now!"

Han Yu thought for a while, and finally said a little reluctantly: "Okay, then you can start." ”

Between the words, Meng Jian clenched the hilt of Hanmei's sword.

Xia Hui grinned: "Fight against me with the sword, please use all your strength, because if I use the sword, I will not have any reservations." ”

Meng Jian suddenly worried: "Sister Xia Hui, you won't be careless and kill me by mistake!"

Xia Hui sneered: "That's not going to happen, I'll stop by ordering." However, before I use my sword, I will focus on defense first. That is, I will give you ten swords. After ten swords, I will switch from defense to offense. Got it?"

Meng Jian raised her eyebrows: "Okay sister, then I'll start?"

Between the words, Xia Hui bent his left knee, stretched his right leg back, and gently tapped the tip of the sword in his hand to the ground, and then said lightly to Meng Jian: "Come on!"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Jian clenched the hilt of the sword and ejected it on the spot. With the first sword, Meng Jian slashed directly at Xia Hui's shoulder. With this sword, he wanted to continue the momentum of the charge, oppressing Xia Hui. But seeing Xia Hui turn the hilt of the sword, the crisp sound of the sword blade colliding echoed when the sparks burst out, Xia Hui easily removed the momentum of Meng Jian's sword, and then distanced himself from him.

Meng Jian frowned, and turned to swing his sword at Xia Hui again. His pace, fast and messy, seemed to Xia Hui to be full of flaws, so these two swords were easily dodged by Xia Hui.

Not far away, Han Jian couldn't sit still, so he shouted to Meng Jian: "I forgot what I just told you, don't be in a hurry when swinging your sword, don't mess up your steps!"

Han Ji's words made Meng Jian stop.

He replied loudly, "Understood!"

At this time, the number of onlookers began to increase again.

Xia Hui turned the hilt of the sword and said to Meng Jian: "Adjust it, you still have seven swords to swing, and after the seven swords, I will let you see what 'Frost Cut' is." ”

Meng Jian didn't respond to Xia Hui's words, he gritted his teeth and attacked again while Xia Hui was speaking. Xia Hui frowned, turned sideways to avoid the edge of Meng Jian's sword, and then Meng Jian spun his pace, clenched the hilt of the sword, and in an instant, simulated the qi condensation method that Han Jian had just taught him, and then let out a loud shout, and swung out another sword.

It was also at the moment when Meng Jian swung the fifth sword.

Xia Hui saw a faint true qi converging in Meng Jian's palm, and turned into a frost flower floating away, and then a faint chill came to his face, and when the cold light flickered, Meng Jianyu used the fourth and fifth swords as a camouflage, and successfully cast the "Frost Cut"!

At that moment, Meng Jian felt a chill flowing from his heart to his arms, but this chill did not make him resist. On the contrary, Meng Jian had a prediction of Xia Hui's movements while holding his breath! It was as if the flow of time had been delayed for a short time at that moment because of Meng Jian's comprehension!

Xia Hui, who came back to his senses, took four steps back under Meng Jian's sword! After seeing this scene, the frost swords who were watching around clapped their hands and cheered for Meng Jian, and shouted, "Well done, brother!"

Meng Jianhan responded with a smile: "Thank you, thank you!"

Then Xia Hui straightened his posture and shouted to Meng Jian: "You still have four swords, come again!"

Meng Jian was stunned for a moment, and then readjusted his state.

Seeing two crisp sword blades colliding, Xia Hui easily parried Meng Jian's two swords. In the face of such an impermeable defense, Meng Jian's palms began to sweat.

In his eyes, Xia Hui raised his sword, pointed directly at the dome, and smiled freely. Today, she is not wearing armor, but a brocade dress, and she looks very capable and sassy. In silence, Xia Hui reminded Meng Jian: "There are still two swords." ”

While thinking about it, Meng Jian raised the Hanmei Sword in his hand.

"I'm not going to show mercy!"

After hearing this, Xia Hui suddenly said seriously: "Don't be such a mother-in-law, how to swing a sword, how to swing a sword! No one on the battlefield listens to you talking so much nonsense here!"

Faced with Xia Hui's sudden change of attitude, Meng Jian immediately became serious. He slowly closed his eyes, recalling the operation of the "Frost Condensing Technique" taught to him by Han Ji, silently controlling the true qi flowing in his body in his heart, and trying to channel the true qi to his hands, and then accumulating internal force in the process.

Meng Jian inhaled and exhaled very rhythmically.

When Meng Jian opened his eyes again, Xia Hui felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards him. In an instant, Meng Jian swung the Hanmei Sword again!With this sword, Xia Hui felt a stronger killing intent than when he was in the sixth sword before!

However, after the sixth sword just now, Xia Hui had already seen through Meng Jian's thoughts! The ninth sword was easily blocked by Xia Hui, and as a result, just as the last sword was swinging, Meng Jian suddenly frowned!

He felt the true qi on his body, and when it passed through the acupuncture points sealed by the "Chiyan Nine Star Seal", it instantly collapsed, causing a brief pain, which slowed down Meng Jian's last sword.

As a result, the sword that was originally going to be pushed to Xia Hui's eyebrows was easily dissolved by Xia Hui again. But Meng Jian didn't give up there, he also planned to swing the eleventh sword. As a result, the cold light flashed! Sparks burst out, and the crisp sound of sword blades colliding made everyone's eardrums tighten.

This sword, both in terms of strength and speed, is jaw-dropping. The Hanmei Sword in Meng Jian's hand was also knocked away by Xia Hui at this moment, and then after spinning for an unknown number of times, it landed in front of Han Ji.

Han Yu sighed and retracted the Hanmei Sword into its scabbard.

In his eyes, Xia Hui stretched out, pulled Meng Jian, who was sitting on the ground, and said with concern: "Are you okay?"

At this moment, Meng Jian was still immersed in the shock after the sword just now, and he couldn't come back to his senses. Xia Hui felt Meng Jian's hesitation when he was swordsmanship, as well as the subtle abnormality. However, she didn't say it, probably because there were too many people around now.

At this time, Meng Jian came back to his senses: "It's okay." ”

"You wielded the last few swords well. Xia Hui praised, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the back of Han Ji, who was turning around and preparing to leave. Then her eyes gradually became complicated, and she turned to Meng Jian and said, "I'll get here here today, I have other things." In the future, if you have nothing to do, you will come here to practice swords and learn from everyone. Don't stay in the Heartfelt Restaurant every day. The war has already begun, and we are running out of time. ”

When Xia Hui mentioned the Heartfelt Restaurant, Meng Jian inexplicably remembered the Xuexi girl. For some reason, he suddenly cared about what this snowy girl was doing at this moment?

After thinking about it, Xia Hui had already turned around and followed Han Yu's figure and left. Leaving Meng Jian alone, surrounded by many frost swords, he asked him for advice on how to slash "Frost Cut".

"Another day, another day! See you or leave!"

Meng Jian didn't say anything, just smiled and excused himself, and quickly disappeared in the east area of the sword trial field surrounded by everyone. When I raised my eyes, it was getting late, and the wind and snow were still there.