The courtyard where the danger is lifted is like a quiet pool that has been restored, quiet and serene.

Jing Qi slowly walked to the position where Bai Hu was standing just now, and lightly struck the wall a few times with the hilt of the knife.

The sound of percussion, symmetrical and calm, spread in the silence of the night, heralding peace.

After doing this, Jing Qi walked back to his house, without deliberately speeding up his pace, nor deliberately slowing down.

It was as if he had done an ordinary thing, not at all like he had just fought with a great cultivator.

After becoming the master of the Nine Swords Sect, Jing Qi was more stable than before, and he could see more clearly in his heart. Even in the face of the great cultivators, in the face of the Broken Sword Society, which is known as the number one gang in the world, he did not fall behind, and he did not lose the face of the master of the Nine Swords Sect.

That's why, no matter how fierce and stubborn a disciple is on weekdays, he is also respectful in front of the Jingmen Master.

The confidence revealed in Jing Qi's casualness, and the fierceness hidden in the calm, made countless disciples happy and convinced.

After closing the door, Jing Qi in the dark and wide hall suddenly felt a little depressed.

I haven't felt this feeling for a long time, maybe it's because I faced a strong cultivator just now.

Jing Qi slowly pulled out the Pu knife and waved it lightly in the hall.

For many years, whenever his heart was restless, Jing Qi would dance the knife. Yes, dancing knives, not practicing knife techniques.

It's really like a dance. Pu Dao writhed silently with his posture, leaning forward, leaning back, spinning, leaping, and landing.

Although the knife is not very good, Jing Qi's body is exactly the same route as the Pu knife in his hand.

Wherever the knife goes, the parts of the body follow it, and sometimes it seems a little strange, but it contains a quiet power.

This is Jing Qi comprehending the sword intent in his own unique way.

Since the wind and rain in the southern city, killing the six major gangs that rampant in Sendai overnight, the Nine Blades Gate has been based in Sendai for more than a year.

Jing Qi came from a gang, and now he has set up a gang again, he doesn't know what he has to do, and he doesn't know what he will do other than being a gang with his brothers.

Stepping into the rivers and lakes seems to be Jing Qi's fate, such a cold and calm teenager is born to walk the rivers and lakes.

However, with the collapse of the situation in Sendai, Jing Qi's heart had a strange fluctuation.

Nine Swordsmen, so many brothers, so many good brothers who are willing to shed blood with themselves, but where will the final way out?

Not to mention, it is possible for the Rakshasa army to defeat the border pass and go south to cover up the killing, that is, the displaced people rebel and the rebels swarm, this seemingly grand Sendai will no longer have any place for gangs to gain a foothold.

Jing Qi's black figure turned into a jumping civet in the hall, the knife swam around, the momentum was condensed, until the sweat soaked the back of his clothes, then he put away the knife and sat calmly on the high back chair.

......

In the main room of the Nine Knife Gate Altar, the candlelight is dim, which seems to be real and illusory.

Xu Feng stared at his oblique figure on the brick floor, enduring the pain in his meridians, and recalled everything that had just happened.

At the peak of True Yuan and Divine Thoughts, he actually recognized the aura outside the wall, which was impossible before.

Xu Feng was still relieved in his heart, although he attempted to attack the Golden Stone Realm this time, he also knew that he had such a supernatural feeling at the peak moment.

According to the theory of cultivation, only a cultivator who is worthy of the realm of fate can distinguish between the true elements released by different practitioners.

Maybe this person has been hidden in Xu Feng's subconscious for too long. Xu Feng muttered to himself. "Butler Bai, it turned out to be you! It was you who warned in Dongcheng a year ago and killed the pair of senior brothers and sisters in the Immortal Soul Gate, and you still want to fall into the well this year. ”

"No matter what you've done, if you kill tonight, you won't be friends anymore. Xu Feng thought.

"Friend!"

Xu Feng said softly, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

In the entire Nine Swords Gate compound, those who have the ability to scare away the people outside the wall, except for Jiang Liao, are probably only Jing Qi left.

And the style of acting with a few taps after the fact, to put it mildly, can only be Jing Qi.

......

Every street in Sendai has an air of escape from the rundown, and even though the restaurant is still the same restaurant, and the shop is still the same shop, it always feels a little dark and obscure.

Xu Feng walked proudly on Luoying Street, with Li Ke beside him, swaggering towards the Jin Wang's Prince's Mansion.

Perhaps because of the decrease in the number of distinguished guests sent to the city, the alleys of the Jin Wangfu are quieter than before.

A few weeds have grown in the cracks of the thick and simple bluestone, and under the root of the blue brick wall, which is more than a foot high, a row of stone slabs that are not covered with land, on which dense moss grows.

Xu Feng came to the main gate of the Jin Palace, and the gate was still majesticly closed, but even the side door for daily walking was closed.

The autumn humidity makes the color under the side door look a little dark, and at first glance, it has a mottled feeling.

Xu Feng stepped forward and was about to knock on the door, but his raised hand was still in mid-air.

The brass ring, which should have been shiny and shiny, was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Moss, dust.

Xu Feng sighed lightly, shook his head, and took Li Ke straight to Sendai's most dilapidated and lively place, Sendai East Castle.

......

It's nearly noon.

In the north of Sendai Castle in autumn, the large river that surrounds the city is sparkling, the sun is still hot, and the wicker on the riverbank hangs weakly.

With a few sparse cicadas chirping, a young man with his hair in a bun slanted was sitting on the grass under the willow tree on the shore, reading a Taoist book oblivionly.

The young man's pale white robe had turned gray-black, and there were large stains on it.

In the extremely hot weather, few people go out, and the mile-wide canal around the city is like a shining giant sword in the sun, rolling westward.

Because the river was so wide, there was nothing to see on the other side, just a hazy and sultry glow.

On this sweltering noon, there was not a single merchant ship on the river except for the white light, and the wide water seemed to be rolling away, but in fact it was silent.

This young man has been sitting on the shore for a day, from the morning when the morning is slightly dewy until the sun is in the west at this time, Yuan Yongsheng is like a statue, motionless, and the book of "Daoyuan Fu" in his hand has been turned into a chicken feather roll.

Yuan Yongsheng, who was not interested in everything in the world, somehow became obsessed with the world of cultivation.

He licked his black index finger, turned the last page of "Dao Yuan Fu", closed the book, and slowly closed his eyes.

The moment Yuan Yongsheng just closed his eyes, the moat that was rolling westward suddenly stopped for a moment, and the long-bearded black catfish swimming in the river, like a black stone, suddenly sank to the bottom of the water.

The whole river seems to have reached the harsh winter season, and the porcelain is frozen in an instant, and even the sparkling waves are locked up, and they no longer roll.

But it was only for a moment, and the sinking black catfish thought that it had a brief dream, and wagged its tail twice in confusion, and immediately rose up from the bottom of the river.

"Yuan Gongzi...... Yuan Gongzi ......"

On the bridge across the long river, a young man shouted loudly under the bridge with his hands together.

Yuan Yongsheng shook his head helplessly, tucked the scroll rolled into chicken feathers into his waist, and walked over to the shouts on the bridge.

"Yuan Gongzi, the prince called you to transport stones again!" Xiao Si said.

"Got it, got it, I'll go. Yuan Yongsheng returned. 19