The light of the stars fell from the sky and fell on the surface of the lake, which was shattered by the night wind.

On the top of the towering mountain, the white-bearded old man in a gray linen robe was swept up by the hunting wind, and his silver hair fluttered uninhibitedly in the night. The old man's face had a deep chasm of time, and on his vigorous hands, he fiddled with a astrolabe made of Ugin.

The old man sat on the floor, and the man sitting across from him described it as withered, with a look of weary weariness. His long hair was already gray, and only a few strands of black hair stubbornly protruded from it.

He frowned, staring at the mess of pine needles on the floor, as if unwilling to believe the results of the star's tracks.

Thick clouds flowed slowly in the night sky, and the moonlight stubbornly passed through the gaps, scattering to the top of Junlu Mountain, where the two old men by the Amber Lake silently waited for the prophecy of the stars.

"The pine needles of the pine of the Divine Tree Cabinet, there is nothing closer to God than this." The white-bearded old man lowered his hand and looked at the old man opposite.

"Providence is never fathomable, and I can't see it." The man's gaze was full of spirit, not like a frail old man.

"What do you see?" The white-bearded old man didn't care about the old man's words, and asked to himself, "Mr. Liu, if you can't see it, then who else can." ”

The top of Jun Xuan was already towering into the clouds, and the night wind of October carried a chilling air, and he was not afraid of such coldness with his realm cultivation, but tonight he actually felt the coolness from the bottom of his heart.

"The smell of blood blows from the stars, and the seven seas swell with monstrous waves of pure black, and the stars fall, and everything is silenced."

There was a long silence, the chirping of the night insects became low and hoarse, and the wind fell silent.

The Amber Lake is as smooth as a mirror after the moonlight is windy. As if unable to bear the low feeling, a swimming fish crossed the water, and the rising water splashed on the surface of the lake, and the ripples continued to expand in circles until it disappeared into the endless night, and the lake finally returned to calm.

"Sir, you have a glimpse of the Tao and know what that means." Seeing that the white-bearded old man was silent, the old man asked in a low voice. As the person with the highest cultivation in the whole Zhongzhou realm, what kind of vision does he have when he enters the mysterious realm of peeping dao?

Shaking his head, the white-bearded old man smiled helplessly, raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, the starlight fell in his eyes, and the scenes of the hundred years that had lived seemed to emerge one by one in his eyes.

"Six thousand years." Suddenly, the white-bearded old man let out such a sigh.

"Did you see that?" The old man was not surprised at all, but reached out and put away the scattered pine needles in turn, "Then, you will stand on that side." ”

"I'm too old, too old." The white-bearded old man lowered his head, sighed long, and handed the astrolabe to the old man opposite, "Let's take a star trail for that child." ”

The old man looked at the astrolabe handed over, but did not take it, let the old man's hand holding the astrolabe be held in the air, just staring at the face of the white-bearded old man, as if he wanted to see something from above, but the dry well-like look was not wavering.

The old man just handed the astrolabe, but the old man refused to take it.

The air seemed to freeze. I don't know how long it has been, but the old man didn't beat the old man after all, but still withdrew his hand.

"The trajectory of the stars, how can mortals change it at will. Perhaps all we can do is keep watch. The old man's tone was filled with infinite compassion.

"If even you give up, then we really have no hope." The old man sighed, picked up the astrolabe from the old man's hand, placed it upright on the palm of his left hand, and the thin fingers of his right hand flexibly tossed the orbit on the astrolabe.

As the astrolabe rotated layer by layer, the obscure symbols and mysterious patterns carved on the astrolabe began to become vivid and vivid, and gradually, the thing cast by Ugin actually floated in the palm of the old man's hand, and the nine-layer gold disk was controlled by invisible power, and it circulated rapidly, as if telling some secret.

The trajectory of the stars jumped under the old man's eyes, and countless silk-like lights overlapped and intertwined, and they fell on the heart of this star trace master with the highest cultivation in the whole Zhongzhou realm.

"Smack!" Suddenly, as if shot down by an invisible force, the astrolabe crashed to the ground, scattered along with the untidy pine needles, and the old man also sat down in a state of collapse at the moment when the astrolabe was shot down.

The white-bearded old man did not reach out to help, but watched all this quietly like a bystander.

"But I'm willing to try." Word by word, it dissipates in the night wind.

………………

There was a light rain in the capital of King Dongchen.

The pink and white apricot blossoms took advantage of the warm spring breeze to bloom all over the royal capital overnight.

At the beginning of the spring rain, the handsome scholar passed through the alley with an oil-paper umbrella, and the smiling young lady leaned on the pavilion of the painting building, embroidering an apricot handkerchief, and I don't know whose young man she secretly fell in love with.

The merchants on the street gradually became full, and the peddlers carried the goods along the street to sell.

King Dongchen's capital city was lively.

Dongchen Chongwen, the north is away from Shangwu, the Southern Dynasty is extravagant, and the land of Zhongzhou under the rule of the Dageng Dynasty breathes the breath of peace in an orderly manner.

On Qingyun Street in the south of the city, a horse roared and hurried, and the young ink-robed horseman held high the gold medal in his hand and drove towards the palace, the pedestrians avoided it, and the carriage and horse moved slowly, letting the young man go first.

If you have excellent eyesight, the three big characters on the gold medal are the three big characters of "God Hunting Division".

………………

The twenty-seventh day of March in the sixth year of Liu Yantaining, King Chenjing.

The night was as thick as usual, and the winter seemed to pass a little late, and the air was still cool. The old man put the lantern he was holding in his left hand on the ground, rubbed his unkempt hair, lifted his loose pants vigorously, and yawned and rang the gong in his hand.

"Knock-knock! Boom! Boom! ”

It was the fourth watch, when the night was the thickest, the crisp gongs and drums echoed on the empty Changning Street, at this time, even the most prosperous restaurant also rested, the old horse lifted the lantern, remembered the appearance of just passing by Yan Yulou, that was not the street he was responsible for, Lao Li who played with him was sick again, he was the only one left, he deliberately came out early, just to peek at the beautiful girl in Yan Yulou, the handsome face, the white and tender skin, really made him want to get into the building and have a good time.

But that's just a thought, compared to this, he is more envious of the husband Lao Zhu who is facing the street and opens the street, and he can look at the beautiful girls every day. He is similar to Lao Zhu since he was a child, and when he was old, he found a husband who was a relatively easy job although he was sleep-deprived, and Lao Zhu got the most prosperous Kaixuan Street in Naxi City, but he was across the street, and he could only rely on imagination, which was really uncomfortable.

The old horse was worried and a little sleepy, but fortunately, he had been used to it all year round, but it didn't hurt. Although he envied Lao Zhu's eyes, but Changning Street has a little benefit, there are many dignitaries and dignitaries on this street, there are three adults above the level of Shangshu alone, and there is no street in the entire royal capital that is so "honorable" here. Therefore, the security of Changning Street is very good, and Lao Ma is doing his duty, and he is counting on being "favored" by an adult who gets up at night, staying in the house as a gatehouse, and it is much more comfortable to enjoy a bite of food casually than now.

Lao Ma is not wishful thinking, a few years ago they played together with Xiao Yangzi, was photographed by an adult in the household department, seeing that his voice was crisp and his spirit was excellent, he left Xiao Yangzi in the house to play the watch, and now the small life is also very comfortable.

"Ding!" With a bang, the sound of metal colliding violently, before the old horse came to his senses, a strong palm wind knocked the old horse to the ground, and the lantern in his hand was also overturned, and the burning candle ignited the lampshade, illuminating a small piece of the night, and the gong fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound.

"Looks like I'm still late." A young man dressed in an ink-clad suit took out his sword to block the sword of the black-clothed man in the masked night suit who stabbed the old horse, and put on a defensive posture.

"No, you're early." The man in black had a deep voice, a thin and tall body, and his sword-holding hand was calloused.

The old horse was so frightened that his legs were weak, although he had not seen anything in the big world, but he could still analyze what the situation was, but he didn't expect that someone would assassinate him.

Escape? If this young man who saved himself once was not the opponent of this man in black, then he would not be able to escape.

"Run." The young man stared at the man in black, and his intuition told him that this opponent would be difficult to deal with, but it was too late to come here tonight, and it would be a gain to save one.

The old horse wanted to run, but the two legs did not obey the call at all, and under the instinct of survival, he even climbed and pedaled, and stumbled all the way into the night.

"Divine Catcher Fang Junyue." The man in black judged from the moment he shot just now that the former man in ink was by no means a comparable master of the group of straw bales in the Criminal Department, although he was young, but the technique and strength of the sword would inevitably be guided by the masters, and he might not be able to win the battle, so he was not in a hurry to chase and kill the husband who fled in the wilderness.

Then the flames of the burning lantern confronted the two men.

"Do you recognize me? Then I'll give you a face, you can be caught, and I will spare you from death. Fang Junyue said.

The man in black choked for a moment, and his hands shook angrily when he was so teased by this young man.

Staring at this moment, the ink-clothed swordsman slashed his sword as fast as lightning, directly hitting the throat of the man in black.

"Ding!" In close combat, the man in black relied on his combat experience far beyond ordinary people, and in an instant, he raised his sword to block the simple but deadly killing move.

"You have angered me, Fang Junyue, tonight is your time of death." The man in black didn't want to kill the young man in front of him, Chenguo with officials, households, rites, soldiers, criminals, and six departments, and another Qiankun camp and the god capture division, a total of eight departments to govern the government, one of the eight departments of the god capture division is different from the other seven, seven departments are ordered by the left and right two phases, and the god capture division is directly ordered by the king of Chen, if he kills him, the king of Chen will be angry, I am afraid it will not end well, the god capture division has always acted decisively, and this Fang Junyue has won the weight of the king of Chen in recent years, originally thought that it was just the same as the other seven, it was a loud straw bag of sycophancy, only to find out tonight that this person is by no means ordinary. If it is not removed today, it will be a great tribulation in the future.

"You know me, but I don't recognize you, can you tell me who you are, and let me die to understand, when the time comes, there will be a conversation on Huangquan Road." The young man in ink exchanged two swords, and he felt numb in his mouth, looking at the entire Chen Kingdom, although he Junyue was not a first-class master, but there were only a handful of people who could kill him and would come to kill him, and the person in front of him must be among them.

The only chance is to stall for time, as long as it is delayed until the Lord of the Inspector General arrives, then it is possible to capture this person.

"If you were to learn from the shitty people in the Criminal Department, you wouldn't have died here tonight."

"Each performs its own duties, and the Criminal Department has its own responsibilities." Fang Junyue turned the tip of his sword and prepared to defend against the enemy.

"You don't have a chance to know who I am, suffer death!"

A sword sealed his throat, the fierce posture of the man in black was actually a little similar to his own, he didn't have time to think about it, Fang Junyue dodged with his back, and between the lightning and flint, the man in black made three moves in a row, the move was fatal, and the two long swords collided with sparks in the night, Fang Junyue felt overwhelmed, or he would be lost in the hands of this person.

"Whew!" In this life-and-death moment, Fang Junyue suddenly felt a palm wind coming, and years of experience in working together told him that that person was coming!

didn't take the move, Fang Junyue was able to block the sword of the man in black, his embarrassed back fell to the ground, and the strong palm force had already hit.

The man in black who sensed the abnormality had no choice, and before the sword that killed Fang Junyue could fall, the palm wind that came from nowhere forced him to hurriedly put away his sword and gather his strength to resist that palm.

"Bang!" It was still too late, and the palm hit the chest of the man in black squarely, directly knocking him away for several feet, but fortunately, at the last moment, he had gathered the qi power of his whole body, and this palm did not kill him. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the smell of blood overflowed his mouth and nose.

"Lord Zhuo!" Fang Junyue escaped death, and naturally knew that his boss saved him.

"You can actually receive the three moves of the Qi Realm master, it seems that there has been progress recently."

The falling candle flame was dying, the clouds were surging, and the moonlight struggled to pierce through the cracks.

The person who came came by the moon, wearing an ink-colored robe, like the long hair of ink being blown up by the cool breeze in the night, he came alone, alone, floating down, standing in front of Fang Junyue, idle, looking at the man in black who was standing up with a long sword.

Through the faint moonlight like water, there were three imperceptible scars on his angular face like a knife, and there were gold medals with vermilion characters on his hands behind his back and between his belts.

"Zhuo Zhenggong!" The man in black spurted out another mouthful of blood.

It's not surprising to know him, who doesn't know Zhuo Zhenggong in the whole king, Lord Zhuo, the chief priest of the Divine Capture Division, the first celebrity in front of King Chen, although the two phases on the bright side are under King Chen, above 10,000 people, but only this person is more favored. The Divine Arrest Division is also thriving under his leadership, and once surpassed the Criminal Department and became the place where the most cases were handled.

"Come back to the priest with me." Zhuo Zhenggong stretched out his hand, as if he was sincerely inviting the injured man in black, and as if signaling the man in black not to resist.

"Foolish dreams!" The man in black took advantage of the night to sneak out a talisman with his right hand, pinching the spell, only to feel that his body was light, and with a light skill, he disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Slimming!?" Zhuo Zhenggong didn't expect this hand, and it was too late to chase after him.

"Thank you, Archivist." Fang Junyue got up from the ground, hugged his fists and thanked Zhuo Zhenggong, and secretly breathed with luck.

"This person has reached the Qi realm, and he still has a charm, no wonder you, it's my fault." Zhuo Zhenggong stretched out his hand to cover Fang Junyue's fist and felt his pulse, "The breath is disordered, hurting the heart and lungs, take care of it." ”

"Lord Wu's mansion is ......" Fang Junyue frowned, before the god hunting division stayed awake all night, only to find a trace, tonight the Ministry of Industry is afraid that something will happen, Lord Zhuo personally went to inspect the periphery, and only then did he save the husband.

"We're always a step late."