Since the end of the three examinations for the first graduation, there have always been several groups of outsiders in Donglu Village, and the garrison battalion has registered a cadre of people during the intensification of patrols, among which in addition to the merchants and tourists from the four states and counties in Cangwu, even the nobles of the Western Empire have come.

These groups of people stayed in the village for several days and refused to leave, so Baihuazai secretly informed the intelligence office to investigate the identity and background of each person, and after confirming that they could not pose a threat to the village, they issued passes, which they could only use to leave the village under martial law.

All this, just to guard against the villain forces that have surfaced in the Cangwu Kingdom, Xiao Yulou.

In late autumn in Donglu, there is a white frost in the fence yard, the red cinnamon is dark and fragrant floating, there are several people in gorgeous clothes walking between the mountains, the leading noble son is a towering bun and wide-sleeved robe, and a plum blossom folding fan in his hand, passing through the tree-lined path straight into the front yard.

In the house, Yin Mo was reviewing the official documents, and when he saw a guest coming, he hurriedly got up to greet him, Shen's mother made water and served tea and arranged the tables and chairs in the hall, and the people who came were thoughtful and thoughtful, and bent down to salute:

"Uninvited, abrupt!"

Yin Mo smiled slightly, and returned the salute with a fist, he had already felt the details of this person very clearly in his heart, but he pretended not to know anything on his face, and asked suspiciously:

"I don't know what your guest is called, what is the matter?"

This person has thick eyebrows and big eyes, sharp edges and corners, a high bun of hair, an elegant scholarly appearance, several people behind him are burly, with a wide waist and a wide body plate, and he is born like a tiger and wolf.

"After graduating from the martial arts test, I was fortunate to see the battle between Shu XII and Jiang Liu'er, and I was very curious about Jiang Liu'er's swordsmanship, so I came to find out. ”

At the mention of Jiang Liu'er, Yin Mo's expression on his face was sluggish for a moment, but he quickly returned to his original state, took the fragrant embroidered tea and handed it over, and replied softly with a sip:

"Jiang Liu'er's swordsmanship is the Nine Swords of Rulai, which was taught by a teacher in Xifeng Town. ”

The noble prince shook the folding fan, sniffed the tea cup in his hand, his face was full of joy, and asked in a low voice:

"Your son's mentor can be called Emperor Rulai, a disciple of the Western Decisive Sect. ”

When Yin Mo heard the three words of Emperor Rulai, he was stunned, and then nodded a little uncertainly, and looked outside the fence courtyard, Jiang Liu'er, who was practicing swords in the forest, saw that there were guests entering the house and were walking back, and the noble prince followed Yin Mo's line of sight to look at the fence courtyard, and knew that the young man who came was the most brilliant Jiang Liu'er in the dueling arena.

Jiang Liu'er entered the door with his sword in his hand, and bowed to the guest of honor very politely, but did not say hello, which was his usual wariness of strangers.

The noble prince still stood up and clasped his fists in salute, and then took the initiative to ask:

"Your master is Emperor Rulai?"

Jiang Liu'er was stunned for a moment, and was wary of this person who inquired about his master as soon as he entered the door, but seeing that he was full of smiles, he might as well tell him bluntly.

"My master's name is indeed Emperor Rulai, and when he was in Xifeng Town, he assumed the name Jinyun, and after the battle with the West Duel with the Sword Wind Banner and Dusk Chengxue...... Missing. ”

The four words of not knowing where to go were deliberately emphasized by Jiang Liu'er, which had dispelled the idea of continuing to ask the whereabouts of the master, and also said that he knew very little about the master.

Yin Mo saw Jiang Liu'er's frivolous words and deeds, and couldn't help showing a little anger on his face, and hurriedly interrupted and accompanied him with a smile:

"The dog is young and offensive. ”

This person looked a little cramped, but he quickly returned to his original pleasant face, smiled at Jiang Liu'er, and turned to look at Yin Mo and asked slyly.

"Recently, I heard that someone from Xiaoyulou has broken into the Qianling High Pavilion, could it be that the old monsters in your village Yunyu Pavilion are also targeted by them?"

The old monster mentioned by the noble prince made Yin Mo feel particularly surprised, even the people in their own village had never been up, this foreigner seemed to have a good understanding of the Qianling High Pavilion.

After pondering for a moment, Yin Mo decided to find a way to manipulate his words, so he replied mysteriously:

"Old Monster...... Belch...... was almost succeeded by the people of Xiaoyulou. ”

"How?"

At this point in the conversation, Yin Mo already knew that this person did not come to track down the whereabouts of Master Jiang Liu'er, but intended to be in Yunyu Pavilion, and many people, including Xiaoyulou, were either bright or dark.

It is said that the three of them fought with the sweeping slave on the bluestone ladder of the Qianling Ten Thousand Steps, although the sweeping slave was able to overcome the three, but also was seriously injured, and then he has been kneeling in front of the pavilion, although he does not know what exists in the pavilion, but guarding the pavilion is his mission.

It was nearly half a month, a cold rain on the Qianling Ridge, but the village was always clear as if it was blocked by something, the sweeping slaves were drenched with their clothes, the wet white long hair was draped on their shoulders in a mess, the knees were knocked on the sharp stones and the flesh was blurred, the blood was washed down the stairs by the heavy rain, stained through the 10,000-step bluestone stairs, and the background of the entire Nancun from a distance was a blood-soaked ink painting.

Is he dead......

His eyes were kept closed......

The broken broom beside him was thrown haphazardly in the bushes outside the ladder, like a general who died before he could get out of his army, and threw away the long sword in his hand.

The generals who went out on the expedition at least knew what they were fighting for, and at this time, the sweeping slave who was kneeling and dying in front of the pavilion was holding on, I am afraid that even he did not know.

In this blood-soaked ink painting, the sweeping slave and the blood behind him have become a beautiful scenery, setting off the Yunyu Pavilion even more eerie, as if a layer of demonic barriers is shrouded in the sky above it, and countless evil demons are nurtured in the pavilion, grinning and bloodthirsty.

In the front yard of Yin's house, after entertaining the noble son with coarse tea and light rice, Yin Mo got up to send him back, and the two looked at the Qianling of Nancun from afar.

The noble prince put away the folding fan and pointed to the mountain, he stood in the distance and didn't see the kneeling sweeping slave, but the tip of the fan happened to point at him, turned his head and asked:

"The frost leaves are red in February, and there can be red maple in this mountain?"

Yin Mo raised his eyes and saw that he had never seen such a strange scene in the past, but he knew that this thousand miles of ochre was not a red maple at all, but blood......

Seeing this scene, Yin Mo suddenly felt dizzy, and he didn't see any poetry in the eyes of the noble son, but an inexplicable fear and boredom, and he wanted to vomit speechlessly.

"That's ...... Sweeper, he ...... Is it dead?"

In the midst of the shock of the two, Jiang Liu'er behind them pushed them away, looking at the mountains from afar, but he could clearly see the back of the sweeping slave, like a bow and a crescent moon, stiff and desolate, and the black paint on the pavilion seemed to be carried down by the heavy rain, and the blood behind the sweeping slave entered the painting.

Jiang Liu'er stared at this scene for a long time, and he was determined to see what was in the high pavilion that the sweeping slave had held to death, even though it would bring endless doom to Donglu, and even destruction, he would not hesitate to do so.

A plan is brewing in the heart, and the life of a village is quietly changing......