"Envoy Luo, on the occasion of the Spring Festival, you led the crowd to crash into the official mansion, what is your intention?"

On the night of the New Year, it should have been spent in the hustle and bustle, joy, and tranquility, until the morning light was faint and the sun was shining, but at this time, in front of the city guard's mansion, there were hundreds of catchers standing in formation, and Pei Jian, the head catcher, scolded angrily.

"What do I have in mind? Liu Shifeng fornicated with thieves, I came here to serve the saint Jingzhong, are you going to commit a rebellion?"

In the darkness, a group of angry embroidered royal historians walked out, led by the Thunderbolt Ancestor.

The surname of the ancestor of Perak is Luo, if you talk about the rank of the official, it is indeed not as good as the capital city guard, but when did the embroidered royal history manage the dignity and humility?

A big hat, directly buckled!

Since Wang He's death and the thief escaped, the Thunderbolt Ancestor has completely erupted.

On the one hand, it was the pressure from the top that made him exhausted, and on the other hand, it was the resistance of the local forces in Yuzhou City, which made him far less oil and water than the other eight generals, and he became a laughing stock among his colleagues for a while.

Take this opportunity not to have a seizure, but when?

"The gentleman is frank, and the villain is a relative!"

Seeing that the conflict was about to erupt, in the mansion, a white and shimmering majestic righteousness suddenly erupted and rushed straight to the sky.

Tianli is brilliant, Confucianism and Taoism are gentle!

"Huh?"

The Thunderbolt Ancestor's eyes sank, showing fear.

Since the founding of the country thousands of years ago, Confucius and Sun Wu sanctified, passed down the "Spring and Autumn Period" and "Sun Tzu's Art of War", and opened up the two veins of civil and military in the world.

Martial arts!

This kind of power is not a simple combat force, it cannot be overcome, lawless, but it can protect one's life and the country feeds back.

Those courtiers who have meritorious service to the country and the people, even the Son of Heaven, cannot harm themselves in vain, and there is no foolish and loyal saying that the king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.

And this became the biggest obstacle when the embroidered clothes Yushi wanted to frame Zhongliang.

Imagine that the children of Jingyang's untalented official family can only rely on the blessing of their ancestors to force Wang He back, and Liu Shifeng is the guardian of a city, once the literary atmosphere contained in it explodes, the thunderbolt ancestors have to weigh it, and confront the literary atmosphere in the mansion, and they did not act rashly for a while.

It's just that in the depths of his eyes, there is a faint hint of ruthlessness, looking forward to something.

"Li'er, the embroidered clothes are fierce and vicious, this time they can't avoid a head-on conflict, but they are here on behalf of the will of the Son of Heaven, how can it be good?"

However, no one could have imagined that the great enemy in the eyes of the Thunderbolt Ancestor, the supreme administrator of Yuzhou City, Liu Shifeng, stood in the hall, but his rich face was sweating on his forehead, and his eyes were narrowed into a slit.

And the object of his help was a young girl, holding Liu Shifeng's arm with both hands as a supporting force: "Dad, Sage Kong has a word, and he can't stop doing things with Taoism." ”

"What does Li'er mean is for me to resign?"

Liu Shifeng was stunned: "But if I leave, the people of Yuzhou City will suffer!"

The girl shook her head slightly: "The treasure is lost, the imperial history is killed, the saint blames it, even if the father can keep the position of the city guard, the officials of Yuzhou City will inevitably have to change blood, rather than let the embroidered imperial history interfere at that time, change the officials, and the people, it is better to break it now!"

Liu Shifeng understood: "What Li'er means, my father will resist the guilt and let the embroidered clothes make it difficult for Yushi to attack, so that Yuzhou can be preserved?"

The girl nodded.

The daughter who persuaded her father to resign was guaranteed to be in an uproar, but Liu Shifeng did not hesitate for long, and said: "Okay! But you and your mother must stay in Yuzhou City!"

He is sacrificing one person to protect a city, and if he can't succeed in embroidering clothes, he will inevitably be annoyed and angry, and I am afraid that he will be harmed on the way to his resignation.

It's okay if you're in danger, and you can't even affect your wife and daughter.

The girl shook her head firmly: "Where the father goes, the daughter is there!"

Liu Shifeng was helpless: "Dad listens to you every time, and you also listen to Dad once, okay?"

"My daughter naturally listens to her father, but this time, I'm afraid those wicked people won't follow her father's wishes!"

The corners of the girl's mouth lifted slightly, her eyes looked at the backyard, and a touch of purple gas faintly appeared in her sleeve.

Sou!

The sword light shuttles, and the aura of the road is clear, passing between the peaks, rocks, and forests.

This is the authentic sword immortal qi.

Drifting in with the breeze were three Taoists dressed in green robes and wearing Taoist crowns.

The posture is upright, out of the dust, with a simple wooden sword on his back, and the person at the head holds a compass in his hand, driving the breeze to circulate, blowing around the forest, and arranging the next formation.

Being able to arrange a large array between body shuttles, such a formation attainment, among the junior disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Cultivation Sects, only the Langfeng Sect has this ability.

Since the establishment of the Shushan faction thousands of years ago, the way of the sword immortal has flourished, followed by the internal and external Danjue, and then there is the art of formation, inheriting the wonder of the gods.

Therefore, although the nine major sects have their own strengths, almost all of them have the method of flying swords.

Similarly, not all sects of immortal cultivation can avoid eating the fireworks of the world and be isolated from the world.

The Shushan faction and Tianyong City take it as their important task to subdue demons and subdue demons and protect the world, but some sects either sweep the snow in front of their doors and blindly practice behind closed doors, or they have close ties with the world, and even rely on worship to maintain the operation of the sect.

After all, cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, is still cultivating people.

This is the case with the Jasper Gate where Steward Qiu's son is located, and the same is true for the Langfeng Sect.

This formation faction is also very closely related to the embroidered imperial history, and many unique formations have been sold.

Wang He's Split Void Array is to exchange merit internally.

Now, the Thunderbolt Ancestor has also invited the disciples of the Langfeng Sect, and the target is the Liufu.

The reason is high-sounding.

He suspected that the real murderer of Wang He was hiding in the mansion.

As for whether others believe it or not, the Langfeng faction believes it anyway.

"Senior brother, the embroidered imperial history died under the Qiankun throw, a hundred Qiankun coins, what a fortune, it was so squandered, it was really a waste. ”

"When we encounter that thief, we must strike first, and we must not give the other party room to fight back!"

"Good!"

Liu Fu was looking at it from afar, and the lips of the three of them opened lightly, communicating with each other, with solemnity, regret and a touch of irrepressible greed in their tones.

But they didn't notice that the backyard of Liufu was shrouded in a light purple cloud at some point, and only a melodious music was heard in the distance.

The sound of the music was very low at first, as if there was nothing, but it was low and continuous, like a gossamer drifting in the wind, endlessly.

In a few moments, the music is raised, but it is still soft, like a piano and not a qin, like a zither and not a zither, like a yellow bird singing, and a magpie crying in the morning.

The three disciples of the Langfeng Sect have lived in the deep mountains and Daze since childhood, and they have also heard the elders of the sect use the mountains and caves and valleys as the flutes and the streams and forests as the silk strings to play the boundless pure sound Xuan music, but they feel that this music is even more magnificent, like the heavenly fairy music.

The desire in their hearts was aroused, and in a trance, they seemed to have been ranked in the immortal class, their eyes were immersed, revealing joy, and they took one step at a time, submerged into the purple mist, and disappeared.