In the early autumn of the thirteenth year of the Great Qin Dynasty, a rare heavy snow covered Tianluo City on the Scarlet Continent.

Autumn in the northwest is full of wind and sand, blowing like a knife through the dead wood in the wilderness and mountain forests, full of gloom. This heavy snowfall, which is very heavy in the northwest, not only brings a long-lost beauty, but also means the arrival of midwinter. The rich people on the street can finally start to take out the mink or more expensive fox fur coats that they have worked so hard to buy, and as for whether there are people outside the long pavilion and the ancient street who are difficult to survive this cold winter, they no longer think about it.

This heavy snow, there is no doubt that the atmosphere of Tianluo City that has been dull for more than half a year has been lively, the whole Tianluo City is no longer in a hurry, on the street, from time to time there are little guys pinching snowballs and smashing over, at this time, even if the inner city vermilion lacquer people are smashed, most of them will only laugh and scold, but they will not take it seriously.

But when everyone passed through the city lord's mansion in the center of the city, they all took a detour, for no other reason, it was too obvious, in front of the gate of the mansion where the usual sergeants stood guard in line, today all the black-armored warriors, black iron armor, scarlet cloak, in the words of the city, are the majesty of the sky.

Besides, the smell of bloody slaughter can be smelled by a normal person.

In the center of Tianluo City, in the two-story City Lord's Mansion, Zhang Shizhao's eyes lit up at this time. However, the head of the Imperial Colonel, the actual ruler of Tianluo City, humbly bent his waist twice as thick as ordinary people, and went up along the petite boots of the snowflakes, which was a face that still exuded brilliance on a snowy day, but he was still young, and only after two years, the slightly baby fat cheeks were slightly reduced by a few points, so that he could be worthy of the posture of Allure. It's just that the fat man standing behind the girl is too chic, which spoils the scenery......

A cough interrupted Zhang Shizhao's untimely thoughts. "Head Zhang, although this is a credit for time, if there is a trace of wind wafting out, then I will leave you a place in Livenottburg?"

Zhang Shizhao's thinking was interrupted for a second instantly, and in an instant, cold sweat soaked his entire back, and he was originally lowly ninety degrees and bent down again, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The girl, who looked like everyone's best girl, looked at the regimental commander in front of her who lowered her head and didn't say a word, but sweat soaked her entire back, pursed her lips, and then waved her hand.

Zhang Shizhao didn't look up the whole time, but he seemed to see the girl's movements, so he respectfully withdrew without saying a word, and waited until the main door that was originally used as the city lord's office hall was closed, and then dared to wipe the cold sweat off his face.

It's not that Zhang Shizhao is too timid, but that Fort Livenott has a deep-rooted fear of the entire imperial officials, and in the prison of this imperial "Holy Inquisition", countless imperial generals, central ministers, and even college professors are imprisoned.

And the powerful person, as long as he walks here, except for one person in history, no one has ever walked out completely, and Fort Livenott and even the "Holy Inquisition" are also really famous in the whole empire because of the one he brought in, of course, this is a story for another time. Therefore, Zhang Shizhao, who was named, could not be too cautious.

Zhang Shizhao walked out slowly, expressionless all the way, but he was silently combing the situation these days in his heart.

First, the Imperial "Holy Inquisition" traveled here, then the imperial family view of politics that had not appeared for 800 years, and finally, the youngest chief referee in the Imperial Holy Inquisition, the "Lancet", one of the "two swords and three uniques" of the Holy Inquisition, the white lotus quietly descended. This can be regarded as a veritable big man, even if it is the chief official of the Northwest Province, the current head of the Murong family, and the Ningbian who has been crowned by the empire, he has to meet in person.

The actual person in charge of the Northwest Province of the Holy Inquisition came forward, and this time it was a huge case, but the risk and the results were equal, although he was awarded a great credit after the fact, so once the news really leaked, then the Fort Livenott, which was either rich or expensive, could really have its own place around a corner.

Thinking of this, the former Earth Emperor of Tianluo City walked out of the City Lord's Mansion that originally belonged to him, but now no one would obey his orders. At present, this city lord, in addition to this city lord's mansion, even the private residence originally built behind the city lord's mansion has been requisitioned, so at present, Zhang Shizhao can only requisition the residence of one of his henchmen.

A moment later, Zhang Shizhao appeared in this temporary office location, refused the tea handed over by the loyal and capable henchman, waved his hand, and looked majestic: "Gather the whole regiment and arm the periphery." ”

This elite regiment commander, who is known as the first lieutenant of Tianluo City, showed a style worthy of his reputation at this moment, without the slightest nonsense, but handed the tea in his hand directly to the soldiers on the side, saluted slightly, and then turned around and went to assemble the team.

Zhang Shizhao walked out of the City Lord's Mansion, above the hall, just as Zhang Shizhao walked out of the gate, the girl who was originally standing in the center bent down slightly and took a step back, and then saluted the fat man who had been standing behind him as an attendant, and said respectfully: "White Lotus is rude"

The fat man, who had been smiling all the time, waved his hand, sat down on the main seat where the white lotus had never sat down, and laughed at himself: "There is no need to be formalized here, anyway, our Royal Highness the Prince and the Holy Judge are pretending to be grandsons, what am I doing as a squire?"

This sentence, even if Bai Lian was the youngest chief referee in the Holy Inquisition, he didn't dare to answer it at all, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear it, and then took two steps back, and stood in the position that was most easily ignored.

"Holy Bishop, it's still so funny" A chilling voice suddenly appeared, and then a figure sat down in the hall, dressed in a yellow robe, and nodded towards the fat man after sitting down, as if he hadn't heard the ridiculous words. However, His Royal Highness King Jing, who ranks first in the imperial family, can be regarded as not hearing it, but someone can't, a sword qi that seems to be turned into a dark night is generated from the void, and then stabs at the fat man.

However, when the sword qi reached the fat man's chest, it was swallowed by a burst of milky white light, and the void seemed to shake slightly, and it disappeared. At the same time, a black figure appeared, but apart from the sword qi, it was considered to have said hello, and there was obviously no other superfluous words.

The fat man shook his head and said, "You still have this stinky temper, you look at our Royal Highness King Jing, you know that you will leave a little thin face for my dying person." ”

But unexpectedly, no one answered, and the fat man began to speak to himself: "We are cheeky this time, pulling a large group of people to bet with those old guys who have already stepped into the coffin, if this still loses, it will really be shameless."

However, the two people present who were able to express their opinions, one was silent, and the other closed his eyes to recuperate, so naturally there was no possibility of continuing to talk. In the end, the oldest and most disrespectful fat man at the top of the empire casually dropped a sentence: "The sun is going to set", and then walked out leisurely alone.

Of course, this fat man is not an ordinary person, the Holy Bishop under the Holy Ruins Pope, the person with the heaviest authority in the entire Holy Ruins Society, but in this almost unprecedented joint action, he is willing to be the bait, and no one knows what this fat man with an unimaginably noble status is thinking.

The bait is already one of the real giants of the empire, so what kind of giant should it be that wants to be hoisted?

However, the dialogue in this room, no matter how noble it was, could not affect the group of referees who had taken on the direct task.

Shao Nanshan, who was originally the most elite referee of the "Holy Inquisition" in Younan Province, was the chief referee in charge of the southwestern provinces, and he had also heard this name. It is precisely because of Shao Nanshan's excellence that he was temporarily secretly recruited to this task for which the actual content is still unknown.

But if you don't say the content of the task, you don't say it, you are originally a person in the system, and you naturally know these rules and regulations. However, he is also a referee who controls dozens of deacons of the "Holy Inquisition", and he can recruit the existence of a division in an emergency, even the powerful figures in Younan Province and the guests in charge of the ruling department have to squeeze a smile when they see him, but now he is lying in the loess mud to monitor the situation, and it is really nonsense to do the things of the black-clothed deacons at the bottom.

However, looking around, Guo Nanshan can also see that the referees who were once arrogant are also lying around, plus he inadvertently dropped the jade medal issued when participating in this mission, the seemingly ordinary gray raindrops at that moment turned out to be unusually heavy, Guo Nanshan naturally smelled different smells, this mission is probably a big deal, otherwise how could these "Holy Inquisition" backbones be recruited to do this kind of thing.

I didn't know that there was a sudden heavy snow in the entire Tianluo City, but it was still gray and rainy here, otherwise I might think about something more.

So these days, Guo Nanshan has gone from being the most depressed and puzzled to the person who has become the fastest person to untie the knot.

These days, looking at this broken village in the wilderness, I also found some fun in Nanshan, such as the huge peach tree at the entrance of the village, even if it is autumn, but it is still verdant.

And the most impressive thing about Nanshan is a teenager, every morning is lifted to the side engraved with the word "Tang" under the stele boxing, boxing in the old man's eyes is naturally shallow and ugly, difficult to enter the eyes of the law, behind him is a look at the rickety old man, sleepy-eyed.

However, the little guy is very serious, and even if it rains heavily, it is difficult to stop the rhythm of the little one, and it is full of a kind of perverted self-discipline. After punching, the little one jumps into the river and can carry a big fat fish home each time. It's nothing, the key is that every time the little guy burns the fish, he smells it in Nanshan, and lies in the yellow mud in time, and he has to work hard to suppress the liquid at the bottom of the tongue, but after looking around, those tacit guys are not much better, and he laughs in his heart when he crosses Nanshan, thinking that after this thing is over, he will definitely have to bring this little guy back, and he will accept a disciple.

In addition to the little guys, there are also idlers in the village, who are also wandering around on rainy days, provoking this or that family to stab a few words, and there are also greedy drinkers, and then on rainy days, they finally don't have to work in the fields, so they carry a jar of cheap soju made by themselves, and call one or two men who are also greedy for cups, and go to a random house to drink and brag and fart.

All this, in the eyes of the referee of Nanshan, a ninth-level cultivator, is extremely clear, and Guo Nanshan is happy to be happy to have fun lying in the nest for a month.

But look at it again, this is the heavy rain that is difficult to withstand for a long time even if you have passed through the ninth level of Nanshan Mountain, why are the people in the mountains and villages like ordinary rain?

Thinking of this, Guo Nanshan was terrified.