I hadn't seen anyone like a cultivator, maybe they were all in the backyard and wouldn't show up at will, so Li Mengzhou also lost interest and began to look for a suitable inn to live in temporarily.

Of course, finding an inn is a must-do, but you can also enjoy some of the scenery of the capital along the way.

It took a lot of time to appreciate it like this, and it wasn't until late afternoon that Li Mengzhou entered an inn.

The inn is not too close to Gentle Township, and it belongs to the outer city.

Langya is divided into the outer city and the inner city, and there are east, west, north and south city areas, the inner city is naturally inhabited by dignitaries, and it is also the location of the imperial palace.

Langya City is very large, the palace is in the center, around the palace range of eighty miles is the inner city, and the outside belongs to the outer city.

The outer city is a gathering place for civilians, such as the market and fish market are all in the outer city, and the east, west, north and south are only areas divided by the inner city and the outside of the city, but there is no need to go into details.

Yueming Lake occupies a large area of the outer city boundary, and only a small part of it is in the inner city.

And Gentle Township is the street where the inner city connects to the outer city.

Li Mengzhou's inn is a few streets away from Wenrou Township, which belongs to the absolute outer city.

Because it is an outer city, there are many small houses in the market, so it is very lively.

Especially in places like inns and liquor stores.

When Li Mengzhou stepped into the inn, there was a storyteller talking at length, and the lobby was full of listeners.

The story is undoubtedly about the practitioners, but I don't know if it's based on the facts or if it's just a fabrication.

And Li Mengzhou once again heard the name of the white-robed swordsman Han Yi from the storyteller.

There are indeed many differences between the capital and the outside world, and it is forbidden to talk about things related to Han Yishanmen outside, but some people dare to say it in the capital, unless they are too bold, or no one will pay attention to it at all.

But Li Mengzhou found that this was not the case, although the storyteller was talking about the story of the white-robed swordsman Han Yi, he did not talk about his mountain gate, but only told about his past experience, which was interspersed with his own fantasies, and the story was completely deviated from the facts.

Since it is a fictional story, it is not impossible to say Han Yi's name alone.

Li Mengzhou's mood was a little depressed.

He didn't listen, but followed Xiao Er upstairs.

After closing the door, he took out the "Silkworm Extermination Scroll" and began to study.

Although it was not a study at all, because he could only read the first word.

He endured the irritability in his heart and the dizziness of a splitting headache, and never put down the scroll in his hand.

I don't know how long it has been, but the twilight is dark, and there is no sound from the outside world.

Li Mengzhou suddenly found that there was a second word that became blurred in his eyes.

In that state of vagueness that can be seen and cannot be seen, not a completely mushy blur.

This is the first time in more than ten years that he has successfully vaguely seen the second word on the "Silkworm Extermination Scroll", and his joy is indescribable.

He vaguely felt as if he had touched something, and as if nothing existed.

got up and came to the window and looked at the night scene outside that belonged to Langya City, the capital of Jiang Kingdom.

Every corner and every person here has their own story.

They are either ordinary people or cultivators.

At this moment, he Li Mengzhou stood at the top of Langya, so the story that belongs to him is about to begin.

In the gentle township on the shore of Yueming Lake, everyone Yu looked at the snow scene and thought about her thoughts, she had half a jade pendant in her hand, and the jade pendant was engraved with a word, which was a broken word.

But it can be vaguely seen that it is a residual word.

Excess excess.

But people are born with no superfluity, and the extra must be qualified to stand at the highest peak in this world.

Her gaze looked in a certain direction of Langya City, where the lights were bright, but hidden in the clouds and mist in the mountains, obviously close in front of her, but untouchable.

......

The bright moon shines on the snow, crystal clear.

There is a light breeze blowing, snowflakes fluttering, and people are lost.

In the silent night, Langya City has fallen into a deep sleep.

There has been a change in the South Street of the outer city.

The wind became more and more fierce, and the snowflakes flying in the sky were misty, and black shadows flickered, accompanied by the sound of blades clashing.

A man in green clothes rushed out of the snow mist, holding a sword in his hand, blood dripping down the tip of the sword on the snow.

He gritted his teeth and propped it up, protecting something bulging in his arms with one hand, not daring to look backwards, only rushing forward.

The sound of messy footsteps sounded behind itself.

The four of them were in hot pursuit.

The blade swirled across the street, splattering with blood, and one fell to the ground.

The other three didn't look at it, and without the slightest pause in their steps, they clenched the sword in their hands and slashed it in three different directions.

The snow mist was shaken away, and the man in green clothes also fell to the ground in the aftershocks, and the three of them quickly surrounded him.

The man in Tsing Yi gasped for breath and glanced at the three of them vigilantly, his hand holding the sword was already trembling slightly.

Snow and fog are surging.

Electric flashes.

I don't know when, a person went up to the eaves, drew his sword and slashed, and the sword light shone and aimed directly at the man in green clothes.

The other two also didn't have any nonsense, and they stabbed their swords together, as if they wanted to block all the other party's retreats, and they were going to kill them with one blow.

The man in Tsing Yi showed a grim look on his face, roared angrily, raised his sword and slashed, and instantly broke the sword light that fell from the eaves, and was stabbed in the thigh by a person, turned the blade of the sword, and the long sword flew out of his hand, smashing the snowflakes with a clatter, like a temper, surrounding the back of the person who attacked the road, and immediately made his head fall to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, two people were killed in a row, and the remaining two pursuers only frowned slightly, still did not retreat, and there was no fear in their eyes, like a completely emotionless killer, fearlessly rushing forward again.

The man in Tsing Yi secretly complained, he ran all the way for hundreds of miles, killed an unknown number of people, was seriously injured, and was already exhausted, but he was still tightly entangled.

The same is true of the difficult imps.

He was stabbed in many places one after another, and the blood had already stained the ground red, and the red snowflakes were very enchanting.

Somewhere in an inn next to it, the window was gently opened from the inside, and then a teenager stretched and looked at the strange picture on the street in a daze.

Naturally, the people on the street did not notice the teenager, who was still entangled in a desperate fight.

The man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes, his vision became blurred, and there seemed to be many figures shaking in front of him, making people dizzy.

The two pursuers glanced at each other, as if they had reached some kind of resonance in their hearts, and began to slow down, gradually approaching the man in Tsing Yi.

A man appeared behind the man in Tsing Yi, clenched the hilt of his sword, and took a step with his left foot.

In an instant, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly threw out the sword in his hand again, the sword body was straight, the tip of the sword was sharp, buzzing, glowing, and the moment before the man behind him raised his sword to slash, the blade of the sword slashed his neck.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't pause for half a minute, his right arm stretched out suddenly, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, and the crystal streamer reversed, cutting an arc in mid-air, slashing at the sword light of the person in front of him.

With a muffled sound, the man in Tsing Yi flew out upside down, and the long sword was also knocked away, but the sword in the hand of the man in front of him was broken in response, and a large pool of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he flew out faster than the man in Tsing Yi, hit the wall and slid down, and there was no movement.

The young man in the window watched this scene quietly, and a strange color appeared in his eyes, staring closely at the man in Tsing Yi who was crawling forward.

The boy is Li Mengzhou.

He carefully recalled the demeanor of the man in Tsing Yi who killed the two in an instant, the moment the sword blade was reversed, the aura that filled the heaven and earth seemed to be completely condensed, and it exploded at the moment when the sword blade touched the enemy, which increased the destructive power by several times.

This man in Tsing Yi's skillful control of the aura of heaven and earth is simply superb.

This is a master.

This is a battle between practitioners.

And it's more with less.

Although Li Mengzhou is not a cultivator, he has seen a lot of cultivators, and he has also seen many cultivators' methods of killing, but none of them are as real as this moment.

He decided that the method used by the man in Tsing Yi must be a skill that only a monk of Cheng Artistic Realm could have.

In a short period of time, the Chengyi Monk can burst out with a terrifying destructive power far beyond the limit of his own strength, which is by no means comparable to the Wandering Realm Monk, in the Chengyi Realm, everything can be seen, and the enemy is only killed in an instant.

The Far Traveling Realm is only able to carry and be familiar with the use of heaven and earth aura, while the Cheng Artistic Conception has been initially able to carry the heaven and earth aura for its own use, showing more powerful power. Adhering to the will of Daotian, the shape moves at will, and it can be controlled by what it wants.

If the man in Tsing Yi was a monk who inherited the artistic conception, then the people who chased and killed him were at least the cultivators at the peak of the Far Journey Realm, because they did not show the same means as the man in Tsing Yi.

The blood was quickly covered in snowflakes, and the bloody qi did not spread far away.

The man in Tsing Yi climbed into an alley, his back against the wall and panting, the situation was not good.

Li Mengzhou jumped out of the window and quietly walked towards the alley.

In the shadow of the alley, everything was blurry, and Li Mengzhou could vaguely see the man in Tsing Yi with his back against the wall.

Any slight movement could not escape the perception of the man in Tsing Yi, but his situation seemed to be really bad, even if he noticed Li Mengzhou's approach, he didn't react, just raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the approaching teenager.

Li Mengzhou saw the first cultivator he saw revealing his identity when he came to Langya City, and said slowly: "You don't have to be nervous, I'm not an enemy. ”

The man in Tsing Yi chuckled lightly and said in a low voice, "I know." ”

Li Mengzhou half-squatted down and said unexpectedly: "How can you be sure?"

The man in Tsing Yi didn't answer Li Mengzhou immediately, he exhaled in a muffled voice, as if he was holding on to the sharp pain in the wound, and said: "I can feel it, although you are very careful and vigilant, and you may make a move at any time, but it is just a self-preservation reaction when encountering possible danger, and you have no killing intent against me, so I can naturally be sure." ”

Li Mengzhou was silent for a moment and said, "Who are you?"

The man in Tsing Yi said, "I'm not a bad person. ”

Li Mengzhou pursed his lips, basically saying that he was not a bad person and would not be a good person.