As the head of the first family in Hengshui, Huang Batian has this strength. In the small town of Heng www.biquge.info shui, Huang Batian was the only cultivator who entered the Apocalypse, which was also the reason why he was favored by the important forces of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Choosing a good day and auspicious day, Huang Batian personally went to Sendai and asked to see the steward Baihu. The quiet courtyard of the white steward is not something anyone can enter if they want to, and Huang Batian, who is used to being domineering in Hengshui, can only wait for the door to report in a low voice. It took one-third of the Huang family's property to knock on the door of Mr. Bai.

"You have a son dead. Bai Hu said flatly, as if it was a normal thing to die a son.

"After investigation by his subordinates, it was confirmed that it was Xu Feng, who is now in charge of Bufeng Qianzhuang, who did it, this kid has a hard idea, and his subordinates have invited cultivators twice but have not been able to kill him. ”

"You want me to kill for you?" Bai Hu asked softly and slowly, tightening his sleeves.

"The subordinates don't dare! I just asked Lord Bai to use some means to avenge the murder of his son. Huang Batian replied with a firm face.

Bai Hu glanced up at the sky, and said softly as if talking to himself: "We are all dogs raised by the master, I have only heard of dogs eating dogs, but I have never heard of dogs helping dogs." He turned his face and said to Huang Batian: "It's all about sharing the worries of the master, and for Brother Huang's filial piety, I will temporarily agree to your request and kill this Xu Feng for you." ”

Huang Batian hurriedly thanked him, gently placed the wooden box containing the silver ticket on the stone table in the courtyard, and saw that the chief manager Bai looked up at the sky again, knowing that the words had been spoken, and retreated carefully.

There is no need for Huang Batian to say, Bai Hu knows the grievances between him and Xu Feng. Since Xu Feng entered Tianyi Pavilion to gamble for money, the investigation around Xu Feng has not stopped, and these news are not a secret to the chief executive.

Bai Hu is nominally the chief administrator of Wang Sihai, but in fact he is the agent of Princess Xia Min in Sendai, and not only has a firm grasp of a lot of wealth, but also has the duty of recruiting talents.

Compared with Xu Feng, who performed as a genius, Huang Batian's contribution to the princess is really insignificant!

"Dogs are going to bite fiercely!" Bai Hu muttered to himself, putting away the silver file that had been hidden in his sleeve.

From the moment he entered the hospital, Bai Hu had a killing intent towards Huang Batian. The quiet courtyard, the ground is full of lawns, scattered with stone bricks, Huang Batian did not step on the stone bricks every step when he came in, his right foot had three times, and his left foot had two steps on the grass in the gap between the stone bricks. It's not perfect, so Whitebeard wants to kill him. It was only when I saw the silver ticket on the table that I temporarily gave up the idea of doing it.

Bai Hu was originally a silversmith, and after practicing, he also used a silver file, in his heart, in addition to his own life, the most important thing in the world is the silver ticket on the table, the others are floating clouds, air, mountains and rocks, and waste, which is not worth having a little nostalgia. Since it is of little value to the princess, it is enough to kill it. Agreed to Huang Batian's request, just for the sake of the silver's face, whether Xu Feng would kill or not, it was no longer up to him to decide, because the information about Xu Feng had been sent to Yingdu by the Freelander.

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In the fifth year of Chunhua, the black dragon descended on the Tianfeng Mountain Range.

From the beginning of the year to the middle of spring, the world has been quietly changing, the government of the Great Xia Dynasty is darker, and the genius boys have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and three days after Xu Feng and Jiang Liao left Hengshui Town, Dongfang Bai also left Hengshui.

He first went to the county government of Zhongzhou, where he met with the county government advisers recommended by the mentor to inquire about military affairs. After passing through the Yunmeng Mountain, straight into Huizhou, and finally came to the vast East China Sea, sat dry for three days between the mountain cliffs and blue waves, and waited for the surging waves to wash away the impetuousness in the heart, and then began to climb the Dongsheng Cliff.

Dongsheng Cliff is on the shore of the East China Sea, and it is a very ordinary mountain cliff. The mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits. Because of a strategist who shook the past and the present, he lived in seclusion here and became famous.

Ji Li, the first strategist of the Great Xia Dynasty, was the emperor of the dynasty, passed on the art of the emperor of the opportunity of deception, and then lived in seclusion in the East China Sea, and the two disciples under the seat served as the head of the Great Xia Dynasty, the head of the Rakshasa country, and the world is known as Ji Zi.

Dongfang Bai came to apprentice, the scorching sun and fierce sea breeze in the East China Sea made the young Dongfang Bai look a little vicissitudes, wearing a black robe with a firm expression. He slowly ascended step by step, until he came to a building on the Dongsheng Cliff.

On the side of the mountain road near the front of the stone road, there is a huge stone, the top of the stone is covered with thick moss, and the side facing the road has four sharp characters of "Ji Li's Gate", which seems to be carved with a sword. There is a long sword diagonally inserted in the door of "Ji Li's Gate", and the sword body is two feet deep into the stone.

Dongfang Bai was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, slowly grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and began to draw the sword.

Pull out the sword in the stone, and enter the sky.

This is a long-standing mantra among the world's scholars, but there are very few people who dare to try.

Only by pulling out this sword can you pass through the first line of heavenly stone road in front of you and knock on the door of Jizi's house.

As soon as he held the hilt of the sword, his right hand suddenly felt a strangeness, not that the hand was pulling the sword hard, but that the sword was pulling his own hand, and all the power released through the arm and wrist was sucked into the boulder by the sword! Dongfang Bai resisted hard, not only could not resist the force of the sword's adsorption, but it seemed that he couldn't even take his hand away, and a powerful force was constantly sucking the energy in his body. It's like being cut through a blood vessel, slowly draining the blood in your body, and fear is mixed with helplessness.

Cold sweat continued to pour out from the white hair of the East, and his face became whiter and whiter. Feeling the slowly draining life, Dongfang Bai simply closed his eyes, no longer blocking the long sword's absorption of his own energy, and his consciousness followed the sword body and entered the stone......

Dongfang Bai's mind came to another world, here is a vast world, there is nothing in the sky and the earth, and there are big golden characters written everywhere, some floating in the air, and some lying horizontally in the ground. "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs", "Ancient and modern holy kings, only those who kill the Quartet can retain their virtues", "The destiny of heaven is impermanent, the life and death of the ants and the hooligans, and the thunder of the power and the change"

Some of these sentences are from the famous works of the former sages, and some are the writings of Ji Liping's life. Just as Dongfang Bai was fascinated, the right hand holding the hilt of the sword actually moved, and the long sword was pulled out from the mountain and rocks with a light touch.

Dongfang Bai slowly opened his eyes, flicked the long sword in his hand, and walked towards the mountain road of the sky step by step, and came to the door of the house.

Knock, bow, recommend, sit opposite. Everything went exceptionally well.

Inside a thatched hut that is as simple as it gets. Opposite Dongfang Bai is an old man, who is close to old age, with gray hair, long eyelids drooping like an old monk, and occasionally looking up, his eyes shoot a sharp light like an ice pick, which makes people's hearts throb.

Every few years, there are students who come to Dongshengya with a pious attitude, hoping to worship under Jizi and practice the art of power and strategy. Unexpectedly, some became a dried corpse on the mountain road, some became madmen in the fishing village under the cliff of Dongsheng, and only a few people were able to pass through Ji Li's gate and become Ji Zi's students.

Looking at the only boy who had pulled out his long sword in decades, Ji Zi said, "How many people have you killed?"

Dongfang Bai thought of Huang Juncai and the gray-eyed Zen master, and said calmly: "The disciple has never killed anyone with his own hands. ”

"Have you ever been heartbroken?"

Dongfang Bai thought of Xiaoying, was silent for a long time, and said flatly, "There are many hearts to punish oneself and few hearts to punish others." ”

Ji Zi's eyes suddenly shot a cold glow.

This was probably the most satisfying of all the students, but it was also the most cold and terrible answer. The killing of the Son of Heaven is just a million floating corpses, and the killing of cloth clothes is just five steps of blood splashing, and the strategist's strategy is enough to make all the people in the world, the lives of the people in the world, and the mountains and rivers broken. There is no math hall in the world, and there are countless scholars in the school, how many people can do not kill people with blood and bravery, and how many people can do the heart of self-discipline.

Strategy, in the end, lies in the hearts of the people, killing people and punishing the heart, can be described as ruthless, and in order to achieve the goal, even to persuade themselves, even their own wishes to change, is really very human.

The conspirator, the right also, only talk about the goal, not the means, only look at the result, not the benevolence and righteousness. Ji Zi won't think about what kind of bloody rain will be set off between heaven and earth when Dongfang Bai walks out of Ji Li's door one day, and how many countries will be ruined and people will die. He only cares about teaching a good student, a good student who has been passed on by him and applied to the world.

Dongfang Bai held the long sword in his hand and knelt down in front of Ji Zi, the last bright light of the sunset outside the door hit the sword body, and the brilliant blood red overflowed the sword body. Ji Zi slowly picked up the long sword and sighed softly at Dongfang Bai, who was kneeling with his head bowed: "The chaos in the world may start with this sword, this sword is called Bai Ding, but it matches your name." ”