Yanming Lakeside...... Regardless of the peaks of the South Shore...... Or the snow forests of the East Coast...... There was silence, no sound was heard, and no one heard the cicadas.

On the city wall, Senior Brother and Ye Su's gaze passed through the countless heavy snow and fell on that forest, their expressions were slightly different, as if they sensed what was happening there at the same time.

It's just that they don't have the extra energy to pay attention to the story that happened in that snow forest now, because they saw the blood flag fluttering in front of the Yanming Lake mansion, and Xiahou pushed the door in.

The courtyard gate is somewhat new, and it seems that it has been renovated not long ago. Xia Hou pushed open the courtyard door and entered the dark courtyard, when a cicada suddenly sounded in his ears, and his body couldn't help but stiffen slightly.

In the palace during the day, he also faintly heard a cicada chirping from the snowflakes fluttering in front of the palace, he was sure that it was an auditory hallucination, but at this time, although the cicada chirp was still false, it seemed to be a little more real.

The indifferent expression on Hou's face did not shake in the slightest, his iron eyebrows raised slightly, but he looked more and more violent, and his steps steadily stepped over the threshold, stepping through the rain corridor and before the main hall.

The snow had stopped for a moment, and then it flew more violently. The thick clouds covered the stars in the sky, the wind and snow dimmed the fire in Chang'an City, and the Yanming Lake was pitch black, and he couldn't see his five fingers, but Xiahou could see it clearly.

There are a few cold plum trees under the stone steps, for some reason, the plum branches are scattered, and fresh stubble can be seen under the snow, which seems to have been eaten by some kind of elegant livestock.

There is a pot of green plants in the house, even in the cold winter, the plants are still growing vigorously, the branches and leaves are fat, verdant, and the loess in the pot is more and more boring.

The thick straight black lacquer sorghum on the roof was slightly deformed, and it should have been hit by some kind of impact, and two very small cracks appeared, which did not affect the safety, but it always made people feel a little palpitating to look at.

On the side of the unique display shelf, there is an oil lamp, which is made of celadon as the belly lamp, and the rope is white, and it is also a very beautiful handicraft when it is not lit.

This mansion on the shore of Yanming Lake made Ning Que spend countless taels of silver, let Qi Siye spend countless thoughts, and had to be added by the queen mother and Li Dan's generous purchase, since it is extraordinary Compared with those famous gardens in Qinghe County, I am afraid that it is not slightly inferior, even inconspicuous things are worth playing.

Xiahou is a military general, and he never hurts the spring and autumn, and naturally he has no interest in this, but at the moment of the war, his eyes are so focused when he looks at Mei Cong Black Liang Bonsai Oil Wei.

In fact, he didn't look at plum bushes, black sorghum, bonsai, and oil.

He was looking at the yellow paper exposed in the snow of plum branches, the yellow paper sandwiched in the cracks of black sorghum, the yellow paper in the bonsai green plants, and the yellow paper pressed by the oil for the celadon lamp pot.

There is a kind of paper in this world that is often yellowish, rune paper

In the courtyard of the house by the Yanming Lake, there are rune papers everywhere.

This is a house of rune paper.

"The reason why Ye Hongyu was able to cross the border to defeat Chen Pipi is because she knows him and knows his fear, and I also know that Xiahou has been afraid since the day he betrayed the Demon Sect, maybe he is afraid of the mysterious Demon Sect Master, maybe he is afraid of the Xiling Temple to expose his identity, because of fear, so he is empty, he begins to kill people like hemp, he begins to be violent and ruthless, and he begins to be arrogant and arrogant. ”

Ning Que took the big black umbrella from Sangsang Shoufeng and looked at the courtyard on the opposite bank that was shrouded in night snow.

Only in this way will he be able to get out of his psychological shadow. He was right in front of the palace gate, and I also had a psychological shadow, so I understood that his pride was his Achilles' heel that he could not get rid of, and because of pride, he now stepped into the battlefield I chose, and this was the first mistake he made. ”

"How to take advantage of the mistakes he has made? I don't know, I just know that I must not hesitate to smash out all the more than 300 talismans that I have painstakingly written in the past two years. ”

Writing talismans is not such a chic and casual action as it seems on the surface, except for Ning Que himself, not many people know how many sleepless nights more than 300 talismans mean, how many times the extreme weakness after the exhaustion of mental power, and how many times the pain after the shock of the sea of consciousness.

Sang Sang knew that because of those nights accompanied by oil, she had been waiting by Ning Que's side, watching him sweat like soybeans and his face pale, but he was still not rough.

In those nights, Ning Que was not plowing the fields, nor the articles, but the Fu.

On the cliff side in the night snow, Sang Sang raised his little face to look at Ning Que, looking at his face as pale as in those past nights, he was very worried, but he smiled and said, "Yes, the young master will definitely win." ”

Ning Que closed his eyes, holding the handle of the umbrella, his eyebrows trembled a little, his right hand trembled, his face was pale, and the telekinesis in the sea was scattered along the black umbrella to the air full of snowflakes.

Mental power is the foundation of a righteous path practitioner, but a practitioner can only use mental power to control heaven, earth, clouds, and qi, and then use various means, even if the spiritual master can directly attack the enemy with mental power, it is also limited to a very short distance, and that is because mental power has a characteristic that cannot be changed.

This characteristic is that once the mental power leaves the cultivator's sea of consciousness, it will dissipate dramatically by orders of magnitude with the distance, and it will return to heaven and earth.

Ning Que was standing on the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake at this time, a few miles away from the courtyard on the opposite bank, if he wanted to trigger the three hundred talismans hidden in the courtyard, he needed to send his mental power to the other side, but how could his mental power cross this winter lake in the night snow?

That's when something wonderful happened.

After his telekinesis passed through the handle and surface of the big black umbrella, there was a noticeable change, not that the concentration of telekinesis had increased, but the speed of dissipation in the snowy sky had slowed down a lot.

Because of the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, the breath of heaven and earth around the snow lake still didn't have much to understand the song he sang, but at least his voice could travel farther.

Ning Que's telekinesis silently passed through the wind and snow and landed in the courtyard on the far other side.

The yellow paper pressed by the celadon lamp pot turned into nothingness with a slight snort.

A faint dryness came for no reason, and the lamp rope, which had never been lit and was as white as jade, suddenly released a tight clear oil, igniting a very faint flame.

The oil lamp was dim, slightly illuminating the inside and outside of the hall.

As the celadon oil burned for an eerily firelessness, a myriad of changes ensued in the room. The entire display shelf where the oil was located burned up, but it was the space where the display shelf was located that burned the whale, and when it got up, it turned into a blazing fireball and covered Xiahou's mountain-like body.

The fire dragged on and frightened, and everything in its path was reduced to nothingness.

Only the pot of green plants is different, and the fat and tender green leaves that are slightly drooping and verdant are melted like fat by the tongue of fire in the house, turning into pale green grease and dripping into the flower pot.

The yellow rune paper sandwiched between the green leaves vanished.

The grease turned into green leaves fell into the soil, and the loess inside the flower pot suddenly burst open, filling the space in the house, and those particles-like loess dust, somehow, were extremely heavy, and every piece of soil was like a stone shooting at Xiahou's body.

Immediately after, the yellow paper on the jet-black beam also disappeared into the air, and only a loud noise was heard, and the heavy beam broke from it without warning and smashed on the top of Xiahou's head.

Xia Hou narrowed his eyes and eyebrows like iron, without frowning, reflecting the fire, as if burning.

Punch quietly.

That terrifying fist was so domineering that it squeezed out all the air in front of him.

The blazing talisman flame was suddenly extinguished, and it was extremely bleak.

He closed his eyes.

Let the rocky loess struck him.

There was a crackling and dense sound!

Countless small but powerful pieces of earth slammed down on him.

It was like countless hailstones falling from the sky and hitting the eaves of the palace.

The robe on his body was instantly full of holes.

There was no expression on his face.

He bowed his head.

The black sorghum that broke in two slammed into his back.

Then break into more truncated pieces.

Heavy sorghum can smash more than a dozen people to death.

But he couldn't let his body tremble slightly.

Facing Ning Que's three talismans, Xiahou only had more than one.

This is the pinnacle of martial arts, especially since he is originally a Demon Sect powerhouse, so as long as he closes his eyes, he can ignore any attacks below the level of the Knowing Destiny Realm.

Huang Gong, who shot like gravel, did not leave any marks on his face, broke into countless sections, rolled and moaned weakly under his feet, and he was not hurt in any way.

There is only one eyelash, floating out of sight.

With Xiahou's cultivation as the realm, it is completely possible to face Ning Que's three talismans.

He could have avoided it, but he could have broken it with the easiest way possible.

The reason why he didn't do this was because he had been paying attention to the clump of remnants of plum under the stone steps behind him.

Ning Que thought he knew him well.

He also thought that he knew Ning Que very well.

He knew that Ning Que was, what a cold and insidious character, and he believed that Ning Que would never waste three precious runes, just to test his own depth, there would be a follow-up.

There was also a yellow rune paper in the clump of remnants.

Xia Hou thought that it was Ning Que's killing, so he focused his attention on that place.

Sure enough, the next moment, the yellow rune paper in the residual plum turned into a cloud of green smoke, and the few remaining plum blossoms trembled away from the branches, flying towards the back of Xiahou's head like butterflies.

Xia Hou didn't look back, and pointed behind him casually.

When his fingertips touched the plum petals, the iron eyebrows suddenly frowned.

The plum petal turned into a drop of water.

The rune paper in the clump of remnants of plum was such a shallow water talisman.

Xiahou frowned because he found that his judgment was wrong.

But he didn't care, and looked up indifferently.

The sorghum had been broken, and a large hole had been broken in the roof.

People are under the eaves, looking up at the starry sky.

Tonight is snowy and there are no stars to see.

All you could see was countless snowflakes pouring in through the hole with the night wind.

There is also a charm that is gradually dissipating into a chill.

The snowflakes that fell from the entrance of the cave seemed to have grown countless times larger when they fluttered gently.

An extremely cold talisman suddenly enveloped the entire building.

Even the air inside the building froze.

Xia Hou looked up at the falling snow, and his eyebrows were suddenly covered with a thick layer of frost.

(To be continued)