This place can no longer be called the capital of Wei, because the country has been destroyed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fortunately, this familiar capital city was not destroyed in the war, and its general appearance was still preserved.

After such a long time, no one can recognize Bu Qingyun, because his appearance is too old and does not match his age, so he is very safe, but in this city, there is no longer the prosperity and vigor of the past, and there is a dead silence and sadness everywhere.

Bu Qingyun followed his vague memory, walked through the familiar streets, walked for a long time, and came to the depression area at the beginning, although he had experienced the pain of war, but this place did not seem to have changed much, maybe it was too poor here, and those soldiers did not want to come here.

Therefore, this place was finally completely preserved, and Bu Qingyun was able to easily find the teahouse back then.

However, the moment he saw the teahouse, Bu Qingyun's heart sank suddenly, and a bad premonition came to his heart.

Because the teahouse was so dilapidated that it was even a little crooked, as if it could collapse at any moment, it was clear that it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Bu Qingyun was anxious, gasping for air, and slowly ran to the front of the teahouse, only to see that the doors and windows were closed, and some corners had been hung with cobwebs.

Still, he wasn't far from giving up.

Originally, with his strength, he couldn't directly knock open the door of the teahouse, but because of the disrepair, those wooden boards had long been corroded, and only the appearance remained, so as soon as his body touched the door panel, the gate collapsed with a bang, and even the eaves made a few creaky sounds, which indicated that the teahouse could collapse at any time.

Bu Qingyun didn't have time to think about it, and walked into the teahouse, of course, it was empty, and he saw a curtain inside at first glance, so he walked into the inner courtyard of the teahouse from there.

Although the inner courtyard is dilapidated, it is still clean, and it should be cleaned from time to time.

Bu Qingyun was excited, and hurriedly continued to move forward, entering a low house in the inner courtyard, and in the house, he saw the storyteller back then.

It's just that the storyteller is now old, and now he is lying in bed, dying.

Bu Qingyun walked over and stopped in front of Mr. Storyteller, feeling infinitely sad.

The storyteller also felt that someone had entered, so he said weakly in an extremely old voice: "Child, go back, grandpa doesn't have to serve today, grandpa wants to sleep well." ”

The storyteller saw that the voice had fallen for a long time, and the person next to him didn't seem to have walked away, so he wanted to speak again, but was grabbed by Bu Qingyun.

"Old man, do you remember your late life?" Bu Qingyun stepped forward and squatted down, grabbing the storyteller's hand.

When the storyteller heard this, his body was shocked, although he was old and blind, he was very sensitive to sound, especially this voice that made him remember it deeply.

"Ahem, it turned out that the Prime Minister arrived, old decay, old decay..."

After Mr. Storyteller coughed violently, he wanted to get up to greet him, but where did he have the strength, he struggled for a long time, but he still didn't move, Bu Qingyun always held his hand on the side, and comforted: "Don't get excited, old gentleman, he was incompetent in his later life, he failed to keep the foundation of defending the country, where is there still the face to bear the name of this prime minister!" ”

The storyteller clasped Bu Qingyun's hands with his backhand, and said tremblingly: "Since it is fate, the defense of the country cannot last long, how can I blame you for this matter." ”

Bu Qingyun heard what the other party said, so he hurriedly asked: "Old man, I came here today to inquire about the whereabouts of the fortune teller, and I asked the old gentleman to show me!" ”

Bu Qingyun got up, hugged his fists and bowed respectfully, just waiting for the other party to inform the result, but after waiting for a long time, the other party didn't say a word, Bu Qingyun hurriedly looked up, only to see that the storyteller had closed his eyes and passed away!

Bu Qingyun lay beside the bed, crying bitterly, as if he was seeing off an elder.

After a long time, Bu Qingyun got up again, bowed to Mr. Storyteller, and said: "The old gentleman has no heirs, so let the late born wear linen and filial piety for you and send you on your last journey."

As his words fell, suddenly the light in the room was loud and extremely dazzling, Bu Qingyun couldn't help but stretch out his hand to cover it, turned his head, and saw a figure in the light, its appearance was exactly the same as that of Mr. Storyteller, to be more accurate, it should be the same as when he first saw Mr. Storyteller.

I saw that the other party's right palm was spread out, and the body of the storyteller who was lying on the bed and returning to heaven turned into a little light and dissipated in Bu Qingyun's shocked gaze, and finally left only a thumb-sized bead, which slowly floated up and landed in the opponent's right palm.

"This is the doppelganger of the old man's thoughts, born in the mortal world, re-taking the road of mortal life and death, and now he is at the end of his life and has a happy ending."

That scene was too shocking, so as soon as his words fell, Bu Qingyun hurriedly asked, "I don't know who the honorable driver is?" ”

The man smiled faintly and said: "The old man is called Dan Xinzi, the world calls me Dan Xin Zhenren, if you are willing, from today on, the old man will accept you as a registered disciple and take you on the road of cultivating immortals." ”

Bu Qingyun did not hesitate, bowed down and bowed three times with his fists clenched, and shouted: "Disciple to meet Master!" ”

Dan Xinzhen said: "Since you have entered the disciple of the teacher, you should have given you some meeting gifts, but it was in a hurry and there was no preparation, so let's say the three things you want to do most in your heart, and satisfy the teacher one by one!" ”

Bu Qingyun was also unceremoniously, clasped his fists again, and said respectfully: "The disciple wants to avenge the people who died in the war. ”

Hearing this, Danxin Zhenren stroked his sleeve robe, and a faint ray of light swept away, blending into Bu Qingyun's eyebrows, and said at the same time: "In this city, you have no one to stop, you can do whatever you want, and the teacher is waiting for you outside the city!" ”

After speaking, Danxin Zhenren disappeared along with the light, leaving Bu Qingyun standing in place, and a long sword appeared in his right hand at some point, faintly emitting a very faint yellow light.

At this moment, he felt that he was now full of strength.

He walked out of the dilapidated teahouse, along the lonely streets, with a heart full of anger and hatred, and walked with heavy steps, to the original Weidu Imperial City.

"Trespassers of the Imperial Palace..."

In front of the imperial city, a soldier guarding the city stepped forward and blocked in front of Bu Qingyun, but before he finished speaking, he fell.

"No mercy!"

Bu Qingyun said what the soldier didn't finish, but this was the will to kill in his heart.

This is the first person he has killed in his life, he killed it with his own hands, he didn't feel anything, everything just happened in an instant, and a fresh life dissipated like this.

Bu Qingyun looked at the blood stains that slipped down on the sword, as well as the frightened expression of the soldier before he died, he didn't have any mood fluctuations, and once again waved the long sword in his hand continuously, killing several soldiers who were defending the city one after another.

At this moment, he is indeed unstoppable, and Danxin Zhenren did not lie to him.

So, he walked into the imperial city.

Then, from the city, there were bursts of mighty and neat shouts of killing, which roared like thunder, and could be heard clearly even from far away in the outer city of Weidu.

At this moment, everyone in the city, no matter what they were doing, stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction where the imperial city was located.

They know that there are still people who remember the old patriotic country, which was their homeland, their home, and the great righteousness of the country that they valued.

However, because of the changes in the imperial city, a large number of soldiers stationed outside the city rushed into the city to Qinwang, and the situation was out of control for a while. In such a ****, those former Weidu people became innocent victims and fell under the iron horse.

In the imperial city, Bu Qingyun is like a puppet who doesn't know how to be tired, he has been killing for a long time, without any sense of exhaustion, in his eyes, there is only one word, kill!

And those foreign soldiers who died under the sword one by one only knew how to obey orders, even in the face of an enemy who had no chance of victory, they had to rush forward, even if they knew that the final result was death!

The smell of killing and blood was everywhere above the entire guard, which became more and more intense, but the shouts of killing became smaller and quieter, and became weaker and weaker, until everything stopped, like the night after a storm, and the guard returned to silence again.

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