The snow was flying, like goose feathers, like white flowers, like light smoke, like catkins, and it was scattered on the ground one after another, shrouding a lonely city and a bloody courtyard.

In the backyard of the government,

Ji Hanzheng laughed maniacally, but tears kept rolling down, and there was a puddle of rotten meat in front of him.

He was covered in blood,

Still vigorously cutting the corpses that were no longer visible, only the pieces of flesh showed how tortured these people were before they died.

The brocade guards looked at the crazy Ji Hanzheng, and their scalps were numb for a while,

A few people simply cleaned up the corpse and rushed away,

In the small courtyard, only Ji Hanzheng, who was sitting on the bloody ground, was left.

After a long time, he howled and wept,

The cry of pain is so hysterical and painful,

"Madam, Rong'er...... I was wrong......"

"I was wrong!"

"I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you!"

"This world, this world is not saved, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I hurt you!"

“……”

Ji Hanzheng lay on the ground, slammed his head against the ground hard, and directly knocked unconscious.

The snow is falling,

I don't know how long it took,

Ji Hanzheng woke up in the cold, his whole body was already soaked, and he slowly got up from the ground, and his cloudy eyes gradually became more clear.

He faltered,

Step by step, step by step into the house,

He rummaged through the house,

After a long time, I finally turned out a yellowed ancient book in a dusty box,

He looked at the ancient book, and tears rolled down his eyes,

He was stunned as if by the devil,

"I was wrong, I was wrong......"

"This world is long gone, this world should not exist, good people...... Good people don't deserve to live......"

"Madam, Rong'er...... You wait for me, and when I take revenge, I will come to you, and I will surely avenge you......"

"King Jing'an, King Jing'an, I must let his whole clan accompany you to the funeral, emperor...... Damn it, damn it......"

Ji Hanzheng gently stroked the ancient book, blood and tears rolled down his cheeks and fell onto the book,

Ji Hanzheng put away the ancient books and put them on the chair, holding a dagger in his hand, looking at the snow outside the window,

"Gu Chop ......"

"If I have the opportunity, I will definitely repay your great kindness......"

Ji Hanzheng opened a row of the bottles and cans of medicine on the table, stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth, and slowly picked up the dagger.

A lot of memories flashed in his mind,

When he was a county magistrate in Qingzhou, he met an old beggar,

It was also a snowy day,

When he saw that the old beggar was pitiful, he gave the old beggar food and silver.

He remembers very well,

The old beggar looked at him and said:

"The dragon is ten thousand years, you are nine thousand years old,"

"Your destination should be in that palace!"

Ji Hanzheng just thought that the old beggar was so hungry that he was dizzy and talked nonsense, and he didn't care too much, just smiled,

A gust of snow is blowing in your face,

Ji Hanzheng closed his eyes slightly,

Before he opened his eyes, the old beggar in front of him was gone,

But he left a yellowed book on the ground,

On the first page, it is written:

If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace.

……

In a trance, Ji Hanzheng remembered the heavy snow that year and the beggar,

"If you are an immortal, then this is my destiny!"

A flash of sword light flickered,

blood spraying,

Ji Hanzheng sat on the chair with a hideous expression on his face, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he bit the cloth tightly, his hands trembled and took the medicine on the table and poured it down frantically.

The wind and snow are howling,

The city of Binh Duong was shrouded in heavy snow, as if it had submerged a city, and it was as if a person had been trapped.

This city, however, is trapped in the hearts of some people.

Time flies by in the snow,

Soon after January,

Early that morning,

In the backyard of the government and the government, in the dead and silent courtyard,

Ji Hanzheng went out with a package on his back, he was like a stray dog about to freeze to death in the cold night, every step he took seemed to be fighting for his life,

But his eyes are so determined,

On a snowy and cold night, he gradually drifted away.

……

When Ji Hanzheng left Pingyang City,

Gu Shu had already received the news,

In today's Pingyang City, it is difficult to have wind and grass that he doesn't know.

He didn't stop him, but sent someone to secretly send Ji Hanzheng a paragraph.

Ji Hanzheng's experience, few people in this world can bear it.

Pingyang City, for Ji Hanzheng,

It's a nightmare city,

He will leave, it was expected by Gu Shu,

Ji Hanzheng didn't leave before, it was because he couldn't leave, with Luo Huaiyang's group of people, he would be directly killed if there was anything wrong.

Of course, for this matter,

Gu Chu didn't care too much, because on the day of the martial arts conference, in the past few days, many people came to Pingyang City, which had been silent for a long time, one after another, and it became lively.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

These people all came from all over Binh Duong Province to participate in the martial arts conference.

Although the people of the rivers and lakes in the land of Yunxi will not take Jinyiwei in their eyes, the situation in this Pingyang Mansion is a little special now, not only has the name of killing gods in Pingyang, but also the sixth son Mo Beiyan.

Of course, all the major sect families sent high-level officials and some disciples to participate in the martial arts conference, mainly for Mo Beiyan's face, after all, he is the sixth son of Canglan City, and if he doesn't give him face, it is equivalent to not giving face to the Beidou Gang in Canglan City.

The Beidou Gang is the absolute overlord of Canglan Dao,

Not to mention the powerful Dragon King of the Nujiang River, the major rudders of the Beidou Gang all over the Canglan Road made the Jianghu forces everywhere jealous.

In Pingyang Mansion, there are also some Beidou Gang rudder, but they are just doing their own business, and they rarely meddle in the affairs of Pingyang Jianghu, but no one dares to guarantee that this sixth son will make the Beidou Gang rudder move when he goes to the rudder, crying, making trouble, and hanging himself.

Therefore, for Mo Beiyan's face,

The major forces in Pingyang are still giving,

Several first-class sects, the Lingxi Sword Sect, the Changfeng Valley, and the Mountain Moving Sect, all sent elders with some high-level leaders and disciples.

The four first-class families, the Longmen Chen clan, the Lingyang Gu clan, the Xiushan Lu clan, and the Pengshui Ma clan all sent old and young disciples from the clan to attend.

The seven largest families in Pingyang Prefecture, the seven first-class forces across several surrounding counties have all come, not to mention those second- and third-rate local forces, as long as they receive invitations, none of them are absent.

The conference was selected in a mountain villa in Pingyang City,

On the day of the conference, people began to come one after another, and the villa was full of people and lively, and Jinyiwei also arranged many people to maintain order.

Gu Chu and Mo Beiyan also came to the villa early.

Until after lunch,

Representatives of the major forces entered a large hall with several people.