The rain curtain was in the sky, the black clouds were slaughtering, and a faint smell of blood flowed slowly on this emerald green mountain road, and the originally solemn black clothes had been dyed with a little blood.

The sword barely supported Yuan Bei's body, a trace of deep hatred flashed in his eyes, looking at this sword that had been with him for ten years, but now only the remnants were left.

Two slender fingers gently pinched the broken sword in the rain, the tip of the sword seemed to occupy a little dirty mud, and the big sleeve waved only to see the dark green light flashing, but the broken sword was as smooth as new.

"If it is reforged, there is still hope for you and your Thousand Thousand Blades Sword to be restored."

Listening to this indifferent tone that has not changed for thousands of years, the corners of Yuan Bei's mouth twitched unconsciously, and he said fiercely, "Shaogong!" You've seen a good show. ”

"Huh...... Don't dare to slack off on his duty, and besides, he doesn't want to kill you at all. ”

As soon as his hand was released, the half-truncated sword in Shaogong's hand fell straight to the level of the broken sword held by Yuan Be.

"Humph!" Hearing this, Yuan Bei did not object, if Yan Hong really wanted his life, then Wanye Feihua, who was less than a life, would have cut his throat long ago.

"If you think about it, get up quickly, it doesn't matter if you die, if it's a moment later, the crape myrtle priest who was crushed under the stone slab will really die."

When the words fell, Shao Gong walked towards the top of the mountain without looking back.

――Bang――

With a muffled sound, Yuan Bei's left fist slammed into the ground, blood and muddy water mixed together, and his entire left arm was constantly twitching, but he didn't realize it.

In the battle with the Yin and Yang family, the previous generation of Ziwei priests, the nine elders and other Shushan celebrities unfortunately died, but Yuan Bei did not stay in the Wu God Temple, but could be transferred to the new Ziwei priest, which was despised by the nine elders.

The reason why Shao Gong said this is because he was rescued by the Nine Elders when he was a teenager, and the Nine Elders introduced him to the priest of Si You, which can be described as a reinvention of Grace.

Shushan Jiuli clan is a door, with the door master as the respect, the elders are second, and the next is the senior priests, after the battle with the Yin and Yang family, now the eleven elders in the witch temple are closed, and there are several high-level priests under the door master.

After the previous generation of crape myrtle priests died in battle, Yuan Bei saw that the position of the nine elders was vacant, so he invited himself to be under the command of the new crape myrtle priest, and the cycle of cause and effect is what it is today.

Walking hobbling between the rugged mountain roads, Yuan Bei only felt that the mountain roads that were extremely familiar on weekdays were extremely difficult to walk today, and the three elders, the priests of Ziwei, did not know whether it would be a blessing or a curse in the future.

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In Shuzhong, outside the city of Jiangzhou, there is a family that has been bred here for several generations, and it is the patriotic clan that has been here after the destruction of Puyang City.

In the Bright Moon Villa, in a chic elegant garden, a man in white is painting at the desk.

Splash ink on the white silk, a movement is a living being, a static will paint a landscape, it can be said that "the mountains are colored from afar, and the water is silent when you hear it closely." The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. ”

In late autumn, the branches have long withered elsewhere, but in this garden, the boy in white has this hint of expectation in his heart, and in a few days on the slightly abrupt branches, there will be a lot of plum blossoms quietly blooming.

The wind blows, the ink is not dry, and the fresh plum blossoms bloom on this silk silk, but the end is two delicate small seals 'Zhang Xu'

"Childe is really interested...... This can be regarded as a bamboo in the chest, hehe! ”

A slightly hoarse voice bustled in the quiet plum garden.

"Having said that, it's a pity that Zixu doesn't do anything good to that Zizhu, but it's your master who is the real person who is a person with a lot of money."

"The reputation of the son...... It's just that I'm not here to talk about this elegant person with my son. ”

"This matter has long been known to my son, and your master once said that he has always been on the Three Treasures Hall for nothing." The words fell, and Zhang Xu had an extra letter in his hand out of thin air.

"The interrogation has been completed, and I hope that Zhang Gongzi will prepare early, don't miss a major event."

"This is a big matter, Zixu should be careful, please return to your master 'don't worry'." So the shadow retreated. ”

The wind falls, the ink is condensed, and an elegant picture of Hanmei Aoxue comes out at will in this elegant garden.

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Songhai, above the mirage.

A huge building ship is still so quietly staying in this undulating blue wave, showing a different kind of comfort.

In this world, only a few people know what kind of waves are hidden under this comfort.

In the depths of the ship, in a dark prison, the lights suddenly brightened.

On the exquisitely carved walls, dozens of torches lit up in an instant, and a deep corridor suddenly appeared.

――嚓――

A moire gold silk shoe slowly fell, but it complemented the silver-gray avoidance here, and then there was a delicate golden black roaring robe, and the star soul was half a body behind, so it followed step by step, without the arrogance of the past, but the corners of the mouth habitually brought a trace of evil smile. "She's been here for a while, and you're still not making progress there?" A clear voice sounded in the deep corridor, it was Dongjun. "Shushan...... They have long been on guard against my Yin and Yang family, and I am afraid that it will be a few days......" The star soul had a strange voice, but at this moment, he did not have the confidence he used to have, but with a trace of hesitation.

"Huh...... Although it is impossible to force it, it should not be too procrastinated. This is an extraordinary time, if you are forced to use some extraordinary means, presumably the emperor of Xianyang will not mind. ”

"Yes, my subordinates understand!" The smile in the eyes of the star soul was even stronger, but the casual crossing of his hands made a crackling sound of oozing bone joints, and he didn't know what he was thinking about in his heart.

"It is said that today's eunuch and Tian Ziyi have a very close relationship, but is there such a thing?" Dongjun asked with a gentle step, as if casually.

"It's true, then Zhao Gao somehow actually made eye contact with the people of Qi State, and he wasn't afraid that Ying Zheng would cut off his head," although Star Soul replied, there was a trace of doubt in his words.

"You can wear it by Yingzheng's side for so many years and be safe, you must not underestimate him!" Dongjun seemed to hear the disapproval in the Star Soul's words, and warned him.

"Uh, my subordinates remember." Although he had disdain for Zhao Gao in his heart, he didn't dare to show it in front of Dongjun at all, but it was this disdain that made him suffer a big loss in the future.

"It's best if you can remember it......"

Speaking of this, Dongjun's voice stopped abruptly, and a heavy iron door appeared in front of the two of them, and the two children of the Yin and Yang family bowed and saluted, and the prison door opened immediately.

Soldering irons, hooks, iron cables, all kinds of torture, but in the deepest part of this prison, a golden wall stands out.

The entire wall was made of a single piece of copper ore without the slightest gap, and four huge copper rings hung down to the corners, and arm-thick chains extended out, locking the prisoners inside.

"Miss Shi Lan, I don't know how you feel today?"