In a seven-story pavilion, a man stood by the window, quietly watching the sunset on the horizon for a long time, until the sound of footsteps came from behind him.

"My lord, the exact news has arrived, Emperor Qiao Ling has returned to the West. A sturdy middle-aged man, dressed in black, knelt on one knee and looked at the ground without squinting.

The man was tall and square, and the most obvious thing was a faint scar on his neck, like a crescent moon, hanging hideously on his neck. He turned to look at a sword hanging from the wall on the right side of the room, approached it, removed it from the wall, and placed it in his hand.

The light outside the house had completely faded, and the candlelight inside the house was not known when, and the two of them stood and knelt down, still maintaining their previous movements.

The man stared at the sword for a while, then hung the sword back in its place, smiled helplessly at the corner of his mouth, and went downstairs.

If you look closely, there are two words engraved on the scabbard, "Wu Wei".

Looking away from the pavilion, you can see that the pavilion is located in the city, and the circular building in the city is the place where Wang Yun participated in the trial two days ago.

And this man is the county lord of Wuqu County-Ye Hanyang!

A small courtyard, a few wooden houses. An old man with white hair is bending over a flower planted in the courtyard. The flowers are colorful and delicate against the backdrop of water droplets.

Suddenly, the old man seemed to be flashing his waist, his movements paused, then he shook his head and continued to water the flowers, but the old man's expression was no longer as leisurely and pleasant as before, and there was a touch of wrinkles visible between his eyebrows.

"Don't be too sad, he's got this far, it's his own fault. ”

The old man put down the kettle, got up slowly, walked to a Zhiluo tree next to the courtyard, stretched out his hand to caress the trunk of the tree that was already surrounded by five people, and said, "This tree was planted by him. In the past, it was planted by hand, but now it is a different way. "Its voice has a kind of supernatural power, and it seems to be accompanied by a divine sound, which can make people calm.

"No matter which way he goes, he shouldn't collude with the Sea Clan. Last time, I said that he didn't choose the right thing, of course, it was his own business, and I couldn't say anything about it. This time he ended up dead, and he really deserved it. ”

This time I listened carefully, only to realize that the person who spoke was the flower that had just been taken care of by the old man, and as he spoke, the flowers opened and closed, with its glamorous appearance, it was really weird.

The old man laughed helplessly, took his hand away from the trunk, and muttered to himself, "Xiaohua, do you think I did something wrong?"

The flower continued to close, "I'm just a flower, don't ask me about this kind of thing." After thinking about it, Xiaohua then spoke: "Since you have chosen Long Bingling, then believe her, so look forward and backward, it is not surprising that there is today's ending." ”

Seeing that the old man didn't respond, Xiaohua said softly: "Of course, you can't all be blamed. It's not easy for you, and you can't help it. ”

When the old man heard this, he squatted down and touched the petals a few times, and scolded with a smile: "You dare to call the name of the dragon girl, don't let me come to the first funeral flower." ”

"She didn't come here, she knew every day that she was practicing on that broken peak. ”

The old man ignored it anymore, got up again, put his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "Fang Mo, send the Zhendumen to clear the inner sea clan in the state." ”

A capable voice replied, "Yes, my lord." ”

After a long time, there was no sound in the courtyard.

In the distant Xia Lan City, in a cold underground room, a young man was nailed to the wooden board with his limbs nailed, and he was scolding: "Sima Xiao'er, there is a kind of pleasure for the master, with these cheap tricks, is it worthy of your identity?"

"Hehe, this radical method is a bit clumsy, I'm just a person who has nothing to do, where did I come from. In the room where the two get along, only the central position where the young man is located, there is a trace of light source, and the other corners are plunged into darkness, and the source of the sound is from a corner of a dark place, with a hint of leisurely in the voice, but the voice sounds like a sense of coldness.

"Phew, you perverted thing, no wonder everyone in the city said that Sima Xiao'er was born to be indifferent, so he could only hide in the dark underground to avoid the ridicule of the world, and this time it seems that this is indeed the case. ”

"Your statement is too mild, and it is really boring compared to others. Give him some more spices. ”

"Yes. ”

Out of the corner came a short, hunched man with a restless red-haired mouse in his hand, and approached the boy. Seeing this, the young man's pupils visibly widened, and he said angrily: "Sima Xiao'er, you let him stay away from me!"

Say. ”

"Don't 。。。。。。 Hmm, ah!" Before the boy could finish speaking, the short man opened his mouth, and the red-haired mouse in his hand was like a wild horse, and suddenly got into the boy's mouth.

"Hey, you're in a hurry, next time I'll wait for someone to finish. The cold voice expressed regret for this, and was just about to get up and leave, when the door was pushed open at once, and a tall and thin man entered, knelt on one knee, and said, "Master, Qiao puppet is dead." ”

"Huh?" the temperature of the room seemed to be a few degrees lower with the word, "Then the old horseman did it?"

"No, he was killed by Long Bingling. ”

The room fell silent for a moment, except for the boy in the center who made a strange sound and his body twisted to the point of deformation, and as time passed, it gradually fell silent until no more sound was heard.

"Squeak. The red-haired mouse burst out of the boy's chest, shook the blood on his body, made a small jump, jumped back into the palm of the short man's hand, and then stretched out in satisfaction and fell into a deep sleep.

After half the salary, the originally cold voice became a little more cold, and the only remaining candles in the room flickered a few times, "What about Daosan?"

The tall and thin man stood up and took a few steps closer, "Master, it's not worth it." It is the time to employ people, let him atone for his sins, he was also deceived, that old man is not something he can handle. ”

"You're mad at me too?"

The tall and thin man lowered his head, "Don't dare." ”

"Okay, don't be like this, Dao San can be, very smart, I know to let you come. Okay, let him disappear in front of my eyes, within ten years, I don't want to see him again, let him go to Tengyuanzhou, and go with great fanfare. ”

"But。。。。。。 ”

"Okay, don't do it, this is the only way I can not kill him immediately, if he refuses, come to me. ”

The tall and thin man hesitated, saluted him, and turned to leave.

After the tall and thin man left, the owner of the cold voice could no longer control it, stood up, and with a wave of his hand, all the things in the whole room exploded, and scattered fragments fell on him and the short man's bodies.

"Dragon slut, you wait for me. And the old horseman, unless you don't come out of your broken mountain, otherwise, sooner or later, you will have a good time. ”

On the side, the short man looked intently at the red-haired mouse in his hand, and on his ugly face, his eyes were unusually gentle.

After the tall and thin man went out, he twisted and wound to the ground, and walked a long way to the door of a three-story house.

In the room, a chubby man was pacing back and forth, sweat on his face, and he didn't know if it was too hot or because he was tied to something.

When the fat man saw the tall and thin man pushing the door in, his expression suddenly became nervous, and he hurriedly said, "How is it, Daoyi, what did the master say?"

The master man, that is, Daoyi, ignored him, walked straight to the palace chair in the house and sat down, before he spoke: "The master spares your life." ”

The fat man, that is, Daosan, relaxed a lot at once, "Great." ”

"What are you anxious about, you haven't finished yet. The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped, you have to go to Tengyuan Prefecture for ten years. ”

Dao San jumped to his feet all of a sudden, and said angrily: "Is this a living crime that cannot be escaped? This is to make my life worse than death, I will not go!"

Dao Yi glanced at him coldly, and his voice suddenly became much lower, "Over the years, you know the character of the master, and you also know my character. Either go to the master now, or go to Tengyuanzhou obediently, choose one of the two, there is no third choice. ”

"But, big brother, I don't want to, it's really not my fault! That old man is playing with me, it's not my dereliction of duty! Why punish me so much!"

"A whole month of Pizhou, you say. Daoyi said with relief: "I know that the sin is not in you, so I will intercede for you, since I have saved my life, don't think about it first." Prepare well, I'll send you there tomorrow. ”

Dao San heard that he was stunned on the ground, and he didn't say anything, but he felt that this big summer was so cold.

Another place.

"The palace master of the Golden Spirit Palace in Yuepizhou Qiao Puppet was killed by that adult. ”

"Well, got it. A smile appeared on the face of the answerer, and the burden on his body seemed to be lightened for a long time.

Spirit disciples, spirit masters, spirit emperors, spirit people step by step, keep climbing, crossing the hurdles on the road of cultivation, some are stopped by a certain hurdle, never have a chance to cross, die with regret, and can cross most of the hurdles, successfully become the spirit emperor, is really one in a million.

Therefore, it is not easy to cultivate the Spirit Emperor. However, the fall of a Spirit Emperor, although shocking. Shocked! The Spirit Emperor actually fell in this way! There is shock, but it is an exaggeration to say that the Great Xia Pond is blown. It was Qiao's puppet identity that caused such an ending, and this will also make the situation in Great Xia even more treacherous in the future.

And Long Bingling, who was blowing the wind, was on his way back to Mountain City at this time.

"Ahh Haha, that's so cool!"

In the air, Zhang Wenyu shouted loudly, and his face was rippled by the oncoming wind.

Wang Yun actually wanted to say, "No, I took off at the age of thirteen." And, up to the age of sixteen, most people can do it, unless you're not willing to support yourself. (System: ??? I suspect you're driving, and the wheels are running over my face.) ）

But looking at the red figure in front of him, he stopped talking. Although the contact was short, in Wang Yun's opinion, this dragon girl should be a person who doesn't like to be flamboyant. Besides, if she understood, would she throw me out of the air?