Spring should be ink, autumn should be piano.

The voice was very dry and desolate, like an old three-stringed sound.

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to have magical power, obviously in the distance, but through the dark streets and alleys, straight through the eardrums into the ears, echoing in Jiang Mian's mind.

"The magistrate..."

Jiang Mian looked at the iron man in front of him full of knife marks, thoughtfully.

Stunned for a moment, the young man pushed open the courtyard door, and the wooden door panel, which had been some years old, immediately creaked and creaked, and it was clear in the quiet night.

Zhuxi Lane was empty, the rain was wrapped in a chill and drifted down, and the wind lamps at the door of each house were shaking.

Jiang Mian looked up at the sky, and at some point, the moon disappeared in the clouds.

An autumn rain fell, hitting the bluestone paved ground in Zhuxi Lane, and the water overflowed, as if dyed with a layer of ink.

Only the small courtyard of the Jiang family behind Jiang Mian was clear and clear. On the ground, there is not a trace of water.

Jiang Mian immediately clenched the long knife in his hand.

On the roof of a house not far away, a figure dressed in sackcloth and wearing a hat muttered: "But I'll help you this time, that girl's poems are worth your life." ”

He hid in the night, and the drizzle fell, but it did not wet his clothes.

If there is a real Taoist here, you will find it with the art of looking at qi.

In the sky above the Jiang family's courtyard, slender silk threads are intertwined, densely packed, as if forming a cage covering above.

The silk threads are all composed of sword qi, isolating this place from heaven and earth.

The tallest building in Lin'an City, the Stargazing Tower.

"Wang Zhaoxue!"

"My student had better be fine, if there are three long and two short, the old man will definitely join you in front of His Majesty!"

The old Confucian with hot tea in his hand blew his beard and stared, angry, and his carefully groomed long beard was curled, which showed the anger in his heart.

"Ruan Lao, don't worry, I have already arranged this matter, as long as those Nether Demon Demons appear, I can take it immediately. The disciples have their own people to protect the Qingtian Division, so there is no need to worry. ”

The middle-aged general in cold-forged steel armor laughed with him.

"Vulgar Takeo!" The old Confucian snorted coldly and then ignored the middle-aged man.

"Teacher, people haven't agreed to be your student yet, so you have arranged it for yourself. Isn't Jiang Mian also a martial artist, is it worth your effort? ”

Standing next to the old Confucian student, the young Confucian in a white shirt smiled and spoke.

The old Confucian took a sip of hot tea, his expression was a little embarrassed, and he scolded: "You are an unsuccessful rebel, you have your own considerations for the teacher. ”

The young Confucian pouted, he bowed, turned and walked downstairs.

After the student left, a touch of sadness appeared on the old Confucian student's face, and he muttered to himself: "Jiang Mian, why did you have something to do with the old road of the red dragon." ”

The old man coughed lightly: "How sure is Qingtiansi?" ”

The middle-aged general stood by the window, his eyes kept staring in the direction of Pingkangfang, "Ten percent." ”

"Come one, kill one." Wang Zhaoxue smiled, but her tone was extremely cold, and it spread far away in the lonely night, which made people palpitate.

The old Confucian pouted, just like the young Confucian just now.

On the other side, Jiang Mian held the long knife and carefully observed the surroundings.

But after the man finished speaking, the world was quiet again.

The night was so thick, he stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching the autumn rain continue, and the reddish paper lanterns swaying in the wind.

"There is a formation!" His heart sank.

Cinnabar told him about this kind of supernatural power, where the cultivator uses his own qi to build a supernatural ability, and the great array is a world of its own, and it is not connected with the outside world.

Someone formed a large formation outside their own courtyard, and they didn't even know it.

"I can't beat it."

This was Jiang Mian's first thought, if he could form a formation with such a large range, he still didn't go up to touch the porcelain, and he was looking for abuse.

He closed the door, walked inside, and pressed against the door.

"The other party wants to protect himself."

Jiang Mian quickly made a judgment that if he wanted to kill himself, he didn't need to do more, combined with the previous curfew, it seemed that something big would happen in the city tonight.

"Who could it be, there was a mysterious person who handed him a note last time at the auction."

The other party obviously has no ill will towards him, otherwise it would not be enough to die a hundred times by himself with this mysterious method.

"Someone specially formed a large array to protect themselves, so there is a high probability that they are coming for themselves."

Jiang Mian listed the information he knew.

"The Fish and Dragon Gang, the Zheng family can't make such a big move. Could it be Buddhism? ”

I had no intention of killing the Bodhisattva, and it was very likely that someone came to seek revenge.

"Or is it the Daomen?"

Jade Muscle Exhalation Technique, this thing seems to be very valued by various sects, but no one should know about it except for the old hunter.

Neither of these two factions is easy to mess with, the Daomen and the Buddhism Sect are definitely the leading sects in the Great Zhou, and their disciples are all over the continent, and their power is amazing.

Jiang Mian thought carefully, he was trapped in this small world like a house sparrow, and he must not sit still.

He took out a boxwood bow from under the bed. I found cotton thread, tied a bell on the cotton thread, and tied it to the four corners of the courtyard by a little moonlight.

Then he took the oil and poured it on the base of the wall and the gate.

There was still lime at home, and Jiang Mian packed a bag and hung it around his waist.

After doing this, the boy blew out all the fire and candles in the house, and the whole yard melted into darkness.

I don't know if these arrangements are useful, but at least they put him at ease.

......

Lin'an River.

The river is very wide, and this is downstream, the terrain is flat, and the current is not urgent.

There are many boats parked on the shore, and the famous embroidery lane of Lin'an falls here.

Tonight's curfew, the big and small green buildings were ordered to close, so there was a lot less fat powder. The river at night is quiet and scary, and the river flows through the past, a little more melancholy than usual.

The autumn rain gradually stopped, but there was a sudden sound on the calm river. In response, a whirlpool appeared in the center of the wide channel.

The whirlpool is getting bigger and bigger, and from the sky, the whirlpool looks like a dot, and the dot expands into a line that cuts the entire surface of the river, and the water flows to both sides, revealing the bottom of the river with many bluestones, and a wall of water several feet high rises on both banks.

In this way, a group of people walked out of the bottom of the river and walked on the waves.

They are no different from ordinary people, except that they have a pair of black horns on their heads, their skin is a little rougher, and they are larger than ordinary people.

Netherworld demons, 800 years ago once coexisted with the human race, the first god emperor ruled the world and put these demons into the nine shadows underground, today they appear at the bottom of the river in Lin'an.

All of them were spurting white snorts.

"Old ...... Boss, that.... Person..... Terrans, seriously... Is it important? ”

The largest Nether Demon spoke, his clothes stained with mud and sand, and his dull skin covered in blood. I want to dig a hole and dig the hardest, after all, digging from the Nine Secluded Land to the Terran City, the soil layer is too thick, this is the first time in history.

"Of course! It is said that that kid is the only one who came out of the prison cell of the Red Dragon Dao alive, and he must be unclear with the old Dao, and he must have been taught the secret of immortality! The little man in the lead said with confidence.

The demons nodded.

Then the fire flashed and disappeared above the river.