"So there's no room for manoeuvre. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Yuan Bo squinted his eyes, like two scimitars, but it was a cut on Jingyang's face that was obviously illuminated by the candlelight, and it seemed to be wearing an invisible curtain that made people unable to see the true face.

Jingyang turned around and walked to the stairs, and the two officials of the Supervision Department looked up at him in unison at the bottom of the stairs.

Eyes like hooks.

Being in a wolf's den, but there is not much tension.

Jingyang turned to look at Yuan Bo and arched his hand: "My lord, what I mean, naturally no." ”

"However, what I mean is just what I mean, you can not implement it, the juniors dare not ask the adults, after all, in the past, the juniors did not have an agreement with the adults. ”

Yuan Bo's eyes widened angrily, and he suddenly raised his head, and the previous calm dissipated as Jing Yang got up and said disrespectful words. At this moment, the palm of his hand was slapping on the table in anger, and the wine was turned over to the table, and then ticked on the floor, ticking and ticking, like blood dripping from a sword.

Jingyang's calmness is equivalent to disrespect, and disrespect is stinging people's hearts.

The things that everyone in the world is looking at may be a small fight in the eyes of many people, but after all, the attention at this time and the relationship involved in it are destined to not be simple, and the Supervision Department knows what Jingyang means and does not implement it, which is also ridiculed by the world.

The Supervision Department, where everyone talks about the tiger's discoloration, can't afford to laugh like this.

"Do you know that you are tearing the last of your face to shreds now?" Yuan Bo's voice sank a few points, if he had been generous and refreshing before, he was now an anchor under the sea. After all, he is a powerful and powerful person, and he is also a cultivator who is admired by everyone in the world, and when he is really angry, that kind of aura does not need the blessing of vitality, it is terrifying enough.

"Of course I do. Jingyang nodded seriously, not affected by it at all, "If there is an intersection in the future, when you ask for the adult's door, I am afraid that the bitter fruit will be indispensable." Zhongzhou people also know what the fate of going against the Supervision Department is, and the younger generations are shallow and lonely, and they also know these things. ”

"The younger generation knows very well that I am making trouble for myself by doing this, which is irrational and stupid. It's just that there are some things that you know will do more harm than good, and you still have to do it. Since the junior said that he would be deposed, how could he take it back?"

He said it very melancholy, very willful, like a really ignorant teenager. But he knew in his heart what his reasons were.

He not only deliberately portrayed himself as a willful teenager, a bold teenager who didn't know the sky, but also because of the hatred in his heart.

The remnants of Dayin, thousands of people, are all Dayin elites, and all the three major families died, all because of this Peng Jiuling.

Sell friends for glory, sell your own emperor for glory, and sell all your dignity for glory. In order to make himself stand taller, he took the initiative to smash all the blood and blood of his father, and at the same time deceived the remaining remnants of the Yin Dynasty, destroyed most of the foundation of the Yin Dynasty's restoration, and turned his quiet birth after ten years of silence into powder. How can Jing Yang endure such a traitor? Da Yin's great cause was almost destroyed by his hands, how can Jing Yang endure it?

So this is not only to cover up his identity, but also to take revenge, so that Peng Jiuling, who is now in a high position, will be more unhappy, he will have more points, Jingyang will be more comfortable, and the remnants of Dayin under Jiuquan who were killed by him can also rest in peace.

Yuan Bo bowed his head and said coldly: "I persuaded you to think twice before acting, and told you what this will lead to, if you insist on doing so, you must be ready, meet what you should meet later, the Nine Swords Gate cannot protect you forever, you will always have a time to leave the Nine Swords Gate." ”

"Adults don't need to say these words anymore, maybe the younger generation will regret it in the future, but that is also a matter of the future after all. Jingyang said seriously.

"Boy, or do what a teenager should do, adult, right?"

Jingyang smiled slightly, walked past He Chengjie, who had been kneeling on the ground, and then turned around and walked down the attic.

Yuan Bo watched him disappear at the corner of the stairs with cold eyes, then looked at the water droplets hanging on the eaves of the case, and finally looked at the wine and meat that had never been touched on the Jingyang case, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and his fists clenched.

Jingyang walked down the attic, and the old man bowed to him and guided him out. After thanking him, Jingyang walked out of the attic, Ma Ying meditated on the ice, and as soon as he came out, he opened his eyes tremblingly.

Passing through the wall of the officials of the Supervision Division, Ma Ying followed him directly, and the ice dissipated.

Without asking how things were, or even saying a word, the two walked directly to the stable, and the official of the Supervision Department who had sent them before bowed his head respectfully to the two and said, "I don't know how the two adults will arrange it?"

"Let's go back tomorrow, it's not too early today. Jingyang looked at Ma Ying and asked what he meant.

Ma Ying glanced at him and said, "I have something to do and need to go back today." ”

Jingyang thought for a while and said, "Okay, then senior sister, you go back first." ”

Ma Ying asked, "Do you have anything else to do here?"

Jingyang knew that she was doing her duty as a senior sister to care for herself, and sighed and said, "The Si people have gone, and there are some memories here after all." ”

Ma Ying stopped talking, never thought that this rumored very arrogant child would miss people like a girl and couldn't get out of sadness. After all, it was someone's sad thing, and it was not easy to say much about it, so he explained directly: "Go back to the sect earlier, the sword master didn't say the time, but there are still many things to do, so don't delay too long." ”

Jingyang knew that in a few days he would have to go to Hanyi City and be summoned by Emperor Shenwu, even if the emperor did not really want to see the so-called mainstay of the future, he had to go. Time is tight, and there are a lot of things to deal with.

nodded and said, "I know Senior Sister, I'll go back early tomorrow morning." ”

"Although this is not the territory of the Nine Swords Gate, the Nine Swords Gate is within reach, but you should be careful no matter what. Ma Ying advised.

"Hmm. Jingyang nodded, "Senior Sister Xie reminded. ”

"What do you need the villain to do?" asked the officer.

"Not necessarily. Ma Ying turned and walked towards the empty and deserted street under the moonlight, and replied coldly.

Jingyang bowed down and said, "No need, sir, you go back earlier." ”

Communicating with Jingyang is undoubtedly simpler and more comfortable than communicating with Ma Ying, not because of the suppression of the realm, but because of the feeling that its own temperament gives people. Who would have thought that someone who could say that Emperor Shenwu was "crazy", even to an enemy servant would be so respectful.

"Okay, sir, rest early. ”

Jingyang nodded, and walked towards the familiar inn alone.

A month ago, he, Zhang Feng, and Peng Ling lived there, with encouragement, comfort, and quarrels.

He always felt that he should be a cold-blooded person, logically speaking, after the cruelty of ten years ago and the shock of eight years ago, he should be a ruthless person, he also thought that he should be Tang Huan or even Ma Ying, and even the character of Uncle Wei Jian, but no, he is more tender than he imagined, more fragile than he imagined.

Stepping on the bluestone slab, the hot summer has a rare coolness in this night, Jingyang walked on the empty street with his head up and his eyes closed, but the emptiness made people think that if he didn't get such a good result, Yuan Bo would not be polite to himself, and now walking here, he will be greeted by a knife.

However, I did it after all, the girl under the nine springs, do you feel a little happy for me?

But I grieve for you.

The inn was closed for no reception, and the store didn't recognize him after Jingyang knocked on the door, but they still received him. I bought a pot of wine from the sleepy Xiao Er, asked for a room, and went straight to the roof instead of returning to the room.

Under the moonlight, the city of Luogu is gray, and the magnificent buildings are all silhouettes, with an indescribable domineering taste.

Sitting on the beam of the room, a sip of rice wine is in the stomach, a little hearty and a little cool, the strength of the wine instantly hits the door of the brain, and the nerves that have been tense are a little loose at this time, crispy and numb.

Jingyang looked forward to the direction where Zhang Feng left, which was also the direction of Han Fengcheng, with a sad face.

"I don't want anyone I care about to die in front of me again. He stared at the shadows of the guards pacing faintly along the city walls, and clenched his fists.

One person drinks and one person moonlight, the free and easy of the young man and the melancholy of the young man, just like this, flows quietly for an hour, and before he knows it, the night will be ugly.

borrowed wine to pour out sorrows, but always poured sorrows a lot less.

Suddenly, Jing Yang raised his eyebrows, and he was still rational enough to run his vitality in his body, and then there was a shock, and the white qi was released like vigorous qi, and all the wine in his body was immediately expelled from his body.

Because there are more important things for him to face than sadness.

Plunged back into the hallway, then back to the guest room.

"Baili peach blossom people are not drunk. A long male voice.

Jingyang's mind suddenly sobered up, and he arched his hand, "The old words of the ancient road are desolate. ”

"Your Highness, I haven't seen you for ten years. In the guest room, a man dressed in ordinary cloth clothes and slightly chubby who looked like an ordinary businessman walked out of the darkness and bowed to Jingyang.

Jingyang smiled, "Mao Guojing Mao is the leader of Mao, ten years are fine." ”