Lin Xi and Gao Yanan stayed in Rudonglin for many days.

The physical and mental exhaustion caused by a long continuous battle can only be slowly erased by time.

The two of them also needed a certain amount of time to learn more about some of the subtle situations of Yun Qin through Rudonglin, or to wait for the next news from Qingluan Academy.

In Lin Xi's opinion, now that the internal changes in Qingluan Academy have been calmed down, the next sweeping should not take too much time, and Vice Dean Xia should pass on a lot of information that is more valuable to him.

It wasn't until the streets and alleys of Rudongling began to appear with delicate soappaste printed with the words he was most familiar with, that he began to think of some of the arrangements he had made for Chen Feirong in the lonely courtyard of that mountain town in the autumn after Biluoling.

"Isn't the Liu family still giving up?"

"What does this vanishing carriage mean?"

In the midsummer of the new year of the empire, Lin Xi, who was walking in the sound of cicadas, thought of the summer of last year, he held a piece of soap paste in his hand, walked back to the residence arranged by the military, walked in front of Gao Yanan, handed the soap paste to Gao Yanan's hand, and then sighed lightly, "We have to go back to that place to see." ”

......

At the same time, at a post station, a handsome middle-aged man in a brown silk shirt was washing his face with cold water.

His face seemed colder than cold water, devoid of any dust, as if he had washed away a trace of the haggard and exhaustion after a long journey.

Xu Zhenyan stood behind the cold, majestic middle-aged man with his hands down.

Ever since he was transferred out of the prison and became one of the three giants of the Imperial Capital Branch, it was rare that he needed to stand in front of others so respectfully and humbly as he did today.

However, he must have such a posture now, because this middle-aged man is his father, Xu Tianwang.

"You can go and rest on your own, and you don't have to say hello to me first, unless I have something to look for you. According to the latest information, something is happening on Sanyang Road, so we will only rest for two hours in the post station this time, so don't waste time. After washing his face with cold water several times in a row, Xu Tianwang put down the wet wipes, turned around, looked at Xu Zhenyan and said calmly.

Xu Zhenyan bowed slightly, indicating that he already understood, but he still said loudly: "Father, what happened to Shanyang Dao?"

As if he felt that Xu Zhenyan was already qualified to ask him about some things, Xu Tianwang sat down on the bamboo mat on the bed and said slowly: "You should know about Su Youji, a big business. They had a convoy looted in the Biluo Tomb, and that convoy was heavy enough to carry a large amount of armor and heavy ordnance. ”

"Could it be that the henchmen who heard the moon have already started to do it, or are they from other families?" Xu Zhenyan frowned and said coldly.

Xu Tianwang nodded.

Xu Zhenyan didn't say anything more, then bowed and bowed, and retired.

"Wait. But before he reached the door, Xu Zhenyan was called again, and when he turned around in some surprise, he saw his father, the cold and majestic middle-aged man on the bed, but there was a look of fanaticism and joy on his face that he had never seen before.

"It's finally here. ”

Xu Tianwang's even rarer voice trembled slightly, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he wanted Xu Zhenyan to witness a certain moment, he spit out these four words.

Only the moment he spit out these four words, the aura on his body suddenly changed, like a divine light, flashing under the skin of his whole body, his person did not change, did not become taller, but just because of the sudden change in the aura on his body, in Xu Zhenyan's eyes, he suddenly became taller.

Xu Zhenyan's brows furrowed, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he bowed deeply, not letting Xu Tianwang see the true emotion on his face: "Congratulations to my father for breaking through the ranks and becoming holy." ”

Xu Tianwang bowed slightly, stretched out his hand, and a majestic force precipitated out of his hand, and the basin of cold water that he had just washed his face was shocked by the power that gushed out of his hand, and all of it flew out of the basin, and it was directly pressed into a crystal water mass that was less than the size of a fist, and it bounced out of the window like crystal.

It flew hundreds of steps before it dispersed with a bang, and the force of the splashing of water still shattered a peach tree below.

"This is the power of the Holy Master... You have to work harder. Xu Tianwang glanced at Xu Zhenyan, who was bowing deeply, and said happily and emotionally: "Strength is fundamental, as long as you reach the holy level, everyone will not dare to underestimate you." You can stand on the head of the vast majority of people. ”

Hearing Xu Tianwang's words, Xu Zhenyan nodded, looking to be taught in awe, but at this moment, a sneering sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Father, the Holy Master is not the most powerful force, is he... Last summer, I witnessed the death of several Holy Masters at the hands of Wenren Cangyue... How many years will it take me to become a holy master? The things that make people become powerful quickly are always real powers, not personal cultivation. He shook his head in his heart and said to himself indifferently.

Sometimes the human heart can be hotter than summer, and sometimes it can be colder than the coldest winter.

The nine elders of Yun Qin are nine powerful forces, nine huge gate valves, and nine prosperous clans, so the old men behind the curtain must not only consider their own power, but also be responsible for their own clans, descendants, and officials and protégés who follow them.

The Jiang family has always been very satisfied with the result of Xu Zhenyan becoming one of the three giants of the Imperial Capital Branch, and even has an element behind it, because the Xu family has always belonged to the Jiang family's protégé, and the Criminal Department and some important intelligence departments have also been under the control of the Jiang family. In Lin Xi's judgment, the Imperial Capital Branch may evolve into an institution similar to Jinyiwei in the future, but before, the Jiang family has actually had similar real power as Jinyiwei.

In the eyes of the Jiang family, it would be better to be able to control a royal capital department again.

But the emperor's performance in the past days, especially in the past two years, fully shows that the emperor is not a fool, even if he is stubborn, even if he has arrogant ambitions, and even is blinded by a certain thought, but in terms of playing with power, he is not below all the old people at all, so if he wants not to fall like the Huang family and the Wen family, the Jiang family must have more right to speak.

Biluo Mausoleum's large number of secrets of Cangyue are the right to speak for the Jiang family.

The Jiang family is also bound to obtain a huge amount of heavy armor and ordnance, so even an important person in a high position like Xu Tianwang was sent out.

......

When the people sent by the Jiang family hurried to Biluo Mausoleum, the entire Damang Dynasty was also bathed in the middle of summer.

The summer in Purgatory Mountain is definitely much hotter than most places in the world.

Zhang Ping stood in an unventilated black rock house.

In front of him was a flaming crater with an iron shelf on which countless metal arrows rested.

The earth fire is drawn from some lava streams, and after being designed and trained by craftsmen, when it erupts from the crater, the temperature of the flames and hot gas is just right to keep the metal arrows that prevent them from turning red, but they will not dissolve.

This makes it easier for the craftsman to carve the desired texture on the arrow with some tools.

In front of Zhang Ping at this moment, there is a rotating shelf that can stably fix the arrows, his hand is a thick asbestos glove that prevents scalding, and the other hand is a blue thin steel needle.

These metal arrows are special metal arrows used in conjunction with the soul soldier longbow.

Although there are very few archers of the level of Xu Qiubai and Lin Xi, there are many ordinary cultivator archers in the army, and the amount of this metal arrow has been increasing since the beginning of the Southern Expedition.

In the past time, Zhang Ping gave the impression to all the people in the Purgatory Mountain who came into contact with him that he was a silent person, but he was extremely serious and rigorous in his work, and this kind of character who only concentrated on hard work but did not complain would naturally win a lot of appreciation, so he had been transferred to this artifact workshop ten days ago.

In Purgatory Mountain, the upper echelons of this kind of artifact workshop are already workshops for soul makers with runes and some special materials, as long as they can enter those workshops, they can have the status of official disciples of Purgatory Mountain, and they also have a foothold in Damang.

If this continues, Zhang Ping may be able to enter those workshops within a few months.

But even if you can enter those workshops, how long it will take to stand out, and how many real secrets of Purgatory Mountain will be able to come into contact with after you stand out, it is simply unknown.

Zhang Ping is very hot at the moment.

The temperature inside this kind of workshop is more than ten degrees higher than under the scorching sun outside, and it is a labor that only practitioners can undertake.

So at this moment, Zhang Ping is just wearing a pair of pants, and his upper body is just wrapped around his neck with a towel, so as not to drip the sweat on his face on the arrows, just like local quenching, which will affect the performance of the arrows.

At this moment, a woman in a red robe walked into the weaving room and walked in front of Zhang Ping.

"Senior Sister Chang. ”

Zhang Ping put down the tools in his hand in a little panic and got up to salute.

This tall, ordinary-looking, slightly older woman than him is one of the people in charge of this workshop, and she is the priest of Purgatory Mountain, although she is usually very kind and takes care of him, and just lets all the workshop disciples call her senior sister, but all the rewards and punishments are in her hands, no matter how gentle her attitude is towards him, he naturally can't feel that he really has a similar identity to her, and he can really go on a blind date as a senior sister and brother.

As soon as he stood up and thought of his upper body, Zhang Ping's heart became even more flustered.

The facial features are just ordinary, and the young woman who can only be described in a way that is not difficult to describe looked at Zhang Ping, looked at Zhang Ping's bare bronzed skin, and looked at the beads of sweat on it, and an inexplicable meaning began to appear in her eyes, "You are from Yunqin." She raised her head, looked into Zhang Ping's eyes, and said slowly.