The thunder was gone.

Heaven and earth were silent.

A piece of broken white shirt ashes slowly fell, falling on the wick of the glass lamp.

The thunder in the glass jar fell.

The white shirt is broken.

That Han Yue's favorite "scholar" disappeared in the space of this innate spiritual treasure, without the slightest trace, unlike the previous "destruction", this is a complete "annihilation", punished and erased by cause and effect.

Every body in the glass bowl has a trace of compassion in its eyes.

When you practice the Demon Dao to the end, you can see the sun, gain immortality, break Nirvana, and become immortal...... But for hundreds and thousands of years, no such person has appeared.

The Snow Demon Lord in the midst of the three calamities was right.

Han Yue is indeed the genius of the Demon Dao who has come closest to "Nirvana" in the past few hundred years.

But this time, in order to "kill Ning Yi", he paid a very tragic price...... From the moment Daze Ye Xiu migrated, he violated the oath he had made in the Liuli Temple, and every time Liuli Mountain sacrificed a killing move, the karmic punishment was heavier.

After seeing the poor dagger, Han Yue simply stopped hiding his murderous intentions.

After slaying the dragon in the Gray Realm, how could he have suffered such great humiliation?

With his will, in the Eastern Realm, who do you want to kill? Ning Yi received his three kowtows, and he would have to suffer today's killing situation.

He couldn't wait to take action in person and crush this kid surnamed Ning to pieces.

The price paid for letting a figure of the Snow Demon Lord's level make a move has already made Han Yue a little unbearable.

At this moment, the body of the white-shirted scholar was scattered and erased by the thunderstorm, and hundreds of figures sitting cross-legged in the glass cup stood up slowly, their clothes were windless, and they raised their hands in unison.

The silence between heaven and earth is not because the oath of the oath has passed.

Rather, it's because the real catastrophe is brewing.

All the "nectar" made a consistent move, and each of them closed their eyes and gave up looking at the outside world...... At this time, he had the weakest control over the eastern realm, and he could see the secret technique of the Liuli Mountain for eight hundred miles in the eastern realm before, but at this moment, even if the treasure hall on the mountain collapsed, he couldn't detect it.

Let a demon lord make a move, the murderous intent is great, and the karma is so great, it may make him step back in the footsteps of Nirvana.

It was the biggest price he could bear.

In the old coffin at the bottom of the glazed mountain.

The thin man who was sleeping with a lamp muttered hoarsely.

"To be able to kill Ning Yi, all this ...... It's all worth it. ”

......

......

It was very windy in Tiandu.

The twilight was like blood, and the lanterns hanging in the mansion were blown almost parallel to the ground, and the fire inside was extinguished.

Scattered passers-by, carrying the neckline of their robes with one hand, covering their faces, marched forward with difficulty against the wind, hurriedly stepped on the bluestone slabs of the old street, stepped on the maple leaves, and stepped on the hoarse and crisp sound.

A piece of broken maple ashes, easily swept up by the wind, floated upward, past the thin swaying lanterns, over the converging crowds, over the bustle of somewhere, and over a very high wall.

If it gives birth to its eyes and looks down, you can see that under it at this moment, there is a patchwork courtyard, with red walls and white tiles, which is not very luxurious, but it has everything.

Fragments of this maple leaf flew high.

But it was still twisted by two fingers.

The "young man" who twisted the maple leaves, sitting at the corner of the ridge, under the green shirt were scales and tiles, he looked at the lines and veins of this maple leaf, and at the end of autumn, the frost and cold had arrived.

said that he was young because his facial features were straight, his skin was firm, and his eyebrows and eyes were heroic.

But he was no longer young.

Mottled gray hair grew on his temples, and his eyes gradually exuded a sense of old age.

No one would have imagined that a person would age so quickly.

Xu Qingke has been in retreat here for a long time.

He twisted the maple leaf and saw the frost, the chill, and the snow.

Xu Qingke's fingers rubbed, and the maple leaves completely turned into ashes and disappeared in the gale.

He sat on the roof of the building, the roof of the small building was not too high, but at least he could see some of the scenes in Tiandu City, most of the ridges of the roof were in his eyes, but there were higher pavilions blocking the view...... For example, the palaces in the palace.

Overlooking the Imperial City.

The frost has arrived.

Xu Qingke left from the roof of the building and went downstairs silently, while calmly recalling "himself" life.

Open the skylight from the roof, you can go downstairs, to the top floor of the pavilion, here is full of ancient books, mystics, deduction, life, many ancient books, which are full of obscure words, if outsiders open it, such as reading the book of heaven, they can't understand every word, but Xu Qingke made a full of notes, every line, and even every word, there are detailed annotations, and a whole book of "Imperial Records" was written by him, and even made revisions and corrections to the mistakes.

The man in the green shirt flicked his fingertips, he stood in front of the bookshelf, touching the ancient books one by one, as if touching his "young" and "old" soul, as well as this "short" and "long" life.

He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

Xu Qingke came to an old small wooden table, which was very clean, and only one painting was placed.

A simple pencil, with uneven handwriting, depicts a little boy with the girl on his shoulder, on the other side of the wall.

On the other side, monkeys, monks, and white horses are on a wooden platform, and under the stage are human heads, clapping, and cheering are drawn with the curves of the waves.

The painting is clean.

On this side of the wall are all beings, and it is also a play.

On one side of the wall were two lonely people...... A pair of young siblings are lonely theatergoers.

Xu Qingke's recollection omitted a large part.

Start with this painting.

Maybe from that day on...... The little boy who would chisel the wall to steal the light and take his sister to watch the opera troupe next door sing was already "dead".

Xu Qingke's expression was indifferent, touching this stick figure.

In the years that followed, the flowers passed by.

He suffered a lot, but it was nothing.

Because he had suffered more before this...... Maybe it's because of my "sister", the whole process is much smoother than I imagined.

From that day on, he began to implement the plan step by step, killing bandits and robbing goods, assisting gangs, becoming famous in the West, and then getting acquainted with the young Highness who wanted to get "power" with a full breath...... Witnessed the transformation of a crucial figure and ascended to the throne of Taiqing Pavilion.

Xu Qingke paid a lot to get the current situation.

Not to get anything.

It's about witnessing the future.

......

......

The man in the green shirt stared at the old painting that had been washed by the years, his fingertips were soft, and his eyes were a little soft......

If you say, in the whole plan, there is the slightest bit of trouble.

Then it was the little guy surnamed "Ning" who rushed in front of Li Bailin and picked off the "fine snow".

If anything, there are more things that go wrong.

Then he completely lost the trust of "Xu Qingyan" in himself.

Xu Qingke remembered the scene when he sent "Xu Qingyan" to leave Tiandu and go to the Hongshan Plateau.

When the girl boarded the carriage, her angry, resentful eyes stared at herself, and she didn't say a word, like a stubborn fawn.

After so many years of brother and sister love, now there is only hatred left.

That's fine.

The kid surnamed Ning is a reliable person, and his sister is not without support.

He changed to a more "gentle" method and let Xu Qingyan enter the palace.

The layout of everything has been completed.

There has been no news of him for a long time...... It is because he no longer needs to do anything, those who should be supported have been supported, those who should be suppressed have been killed, and the cause that has been sown is about to give birth to towering fruits.

So during this period of time, Xu Qingke seemed to have disappeared, never appeared again, never showed his face, and even in the power struggle between the eastern and western factions in Tiandu, he was like a sunken stone, and those treacherous strategies and layouts that matched his reputation did not surface once.

Many staff members in the western realm have faintly heard the voice of scolding him for being a "man who sells his reputation and reputation".

He didn't care, though.

Innocent guest, innocent guest.

The name Xu Qingke...... He likes it very much, he came to this world for a "hurried" trip, not to become famous, and he didn't want to be noble in front of outsiders.

One hundred and seventy-four days of retreat.

He deduced countless futures, witnessed countless fragments, and consumed a lot of life, ensuring that every link would not be flawed.

It's just that today, there are some bad signs.

Xu Qingke stared at the blank paper sketch, he picked it up gently, flipped it over, and looked at the handwriting on the back.

The girl had written in extremely cheerful handwriting.

"Brother, you have to be happy every day. ”

Xu Qingke pursed his lips and smiled, put away the calligraphy and painting with great importance, rubbed his eyebrows with one hand, and his expression became serious.

On the other side of his sleeve robe, a faint blue light emerged, and when he raised his hand, the blue light appeared on the cuffs, sliding out a very small pocket abacus, jade beads, and bamboo wooden tablets as bones.

He wanted to find out what made him feel uneasy.

Every day, it's the same.

First, he gently urged the operator with his fingertips, and the speed of the jade beads was getting faster and faster, tumbling like thunder, crackling like a shower, and in the green light, the man in the green shirt frowned.

He saw a heavy snowfall.

Eastside ...... Bulao Mountain...... Jinhua City ......

The source of this ominous situation is Ning Yi.

Xu Qingke once calculated the fate of "Ning Yi", maybe it was too early, he could only look back for a small part of the years, which was extremely difficult, even if there was this "abacus", he could only see chaos.

It's like the back mountain of Shushan.

He doesn't see the slightest future.

But today is different.

Xu Qingke cleared the chaos, and he saw the bloody twilight shrouded in this Shushan junior uncle surnamed Ning.

He saw Ning Yi's "life".

After the murderous spirit has dissipated......

When the soul is gone, the divinity is scattered, and it withers and withers, turning into a cold stone sculpture.

This is a dying man.