The long night was silent.

There was no rain tonight, and the sky seemed to be washed by spring water. The stars in the distance are like the shy gaze of the lady of the girl, and there are countless stars, as if many people are watching.

The night wind blew a little tightly, rippling the willow trees on the side of the street, blowing the surface of the Qi River as if crying. The voice of the years rang softly in my ears, like a person's muttering.

Bai Jiu was walking along Qishui, he was wearing the uniform of Qingfeng Temple, his slightly long clothes were slowly rippling in the night breeze, his brows were still lowered, his expression was slightly stiff, and he was a little nervous.

When Lu Mingze's sword intent washed across the sky like water, everyone's attention was attracted.

Bai Jiu walked into the crowd, then walked out of the crowd, and then walked out of the Heavenly Chosen Courtyard.

Earlier, Vice Dean Mo sent someone to send him a letter, telling him that he had something to do tonight.

The long sword night tour is tied to the waist, and the scene is lonely when walking alone in the cold wind of the middle of the night, next to a river with a long history and famous history.

After passing through Shenwu Avenue and passing by the center of the city, Bai Jiu walked to the other side of the city, looking at the lively street scene during the day, but the night was so quiet, Bai Jiu's mind was quiet and his heart was longing.

From last year's autumn to now, he has been in Yong'an City for nearly half a year.

I entered the academy, made friends, learned to practice, took exams, and then got into some trouble.

The carriage of the Criminal Department is always parked there, and the white-faced man should be there all the time, I believe that it is not unexpected tonight, the news of Bai Jiu's outing, the people of the Criminal Department will receive it soon, and I believe that the carriage will also come soon.

In the quiet night, the sound of Qi water suddenly slowed down, the air was a little colder, and the wind became less gentle, a little cold.

Bai Jiu felt it, his hand was on the sword, and his expression became extremely solemn.

On both sides of the Qishui River, between the willow trees, a white shadow quietly appeared, faintly getting closer and closer.

Soon after, Bai Jiu stopped outside an ordinary alley, his eyes fixed on the ahead. In the shadow of the cold willow tree, a man walked out.

The white-faced man, the executor of the criminal department, is white and impermanent.

This is the first time Bai Jiu has seen this person so clearly, the night is very thick, the stars are very bright, and the ever-bright lights on both sides of the street are flickering with a faint light, a little dark, but Bai Jiu can still see it clearly.

The white-faced man is really as white as the legend, that kind of white is too unnatural, like a white paper that has just been rendered countless times, like a white rouge that has accumulated countless years, too annoying, too brake.

Like a dead man, like impermanence.

He was dressed in white, with his hands behind his back, and the surface of the water was covered with a thin layer of snow-white ice, and he stood there, all white.

Bai Jiu felt cold.

The executors of the criminal department have never missed, they arrest people but do not kill people, but no one has been caught intact, this process is a little terrifying, a little terrible.

As Bai Jiu walked in, the white-faced man raised his head, opened his eyes, and a chill arose from his heart.

"You're going to kill me?"

The person who spoke was Bai Jiu, who looked at the white-faced man and asked a little nervously.

The white-faced man looked at Bai Jiu, without answering, without look, without expression, only a cold chill emanating from his body.

Bai Jiu remembered what Vice Dean Mo had explained that day, and for some reason, the white-faced man never spoke. I obviously know, why did I still speak to him, is it nervous?

Overcoming emotions is indeed very crucial, and Bai Jiu admits that this is the first time he has been so nervous. Because, this is the first time that such a life-threatening thing has happened.

Shouldn't my task be completed at this time? Why hasn't anyone come out yet?

Bai Jiu's mind was full of thoughts, but his expression did not dare to change anything.

The originally flowing Qi River suddenly became extremely quiet, and the white-faced man stretched out his right hand and gently grabbed it towards the surface of the water.

The river rose and split into countless streams, which turned into several ice arrows in an instant.

The ice arrow flew out, and the river surface froze instantly, and the riverbank was even a little frosty, and then turned into several white afterimages, piercing Bai Jiu.

The cold willow swayed lightly, and he had already come to Bai Jiu's body.

The white-faced person is one of the executors of the Criminal Department, and his cultivation is natural, and he has been purifying his views for many years. The seemingly ordinary ice arrow actually contained a deep chill, and his purpose was not to kill people, but to take Bai Jiu away.

Bai Jiu's arm on the sword clenched, and then suddenly withdrew.

Swim out of the sheath at night, like a bright moon out of the mountain, and then collide with it.

The cold willows on the river bank were affected, and the willow branches were broken into countless pieces, floating like green grass. The bluestones on the shore also had fine cracks, like spider webs.

With each shattering of the ice arrows, the bright moon dimmed for a minute, until all the ice arrows were shattered, and the bright moon suddenly became dim and shattered like a mirror.

"Huh?"

The white-faced man was a little surprised, slightly surprised.

His voice was low and short. But Bai Jiu still heard it clearly, because his voice was like the air at this time, very cold, very cold, and creepy.

The cold willows on the riverbank trembled slightly because of the sudden change in the air, just like Bai Jiu's mood at this moment.

The willow branch suddenly floated to one place, and Bai Jiu retreated backwards as quickly as possible, his feet stepping on the smooth stone slab, making a violent friction sound.

However, he was still one step slower, and the white-faced man walked from Qishui to the riverbank. With every step he took, a thin layer of snow-white ice formed on the surface of the water. Step by step, it seems to be slow, but in fact, it is only a breath of time to get from the middle of the river to the riverbank.

Thin ice formed a bridge, across the two banks.

Bai Jiu withdrew from the riverbank, and the white-faced man walked onto the riverbank.

Bai Jiu arrived at the entrance of an alley behind him, and the white-faced man had already come to him.

Meditation and purity, this is too far away.

The realm determines that Bai Jiu will be many steps slower after all.

The distance is so clear.

Bai Jiu saw his pale skin, saw his reddish eyes, and saw his delicate appearance. In the same way, he also saw the long sword with ice crystals condensed in his hand.

Bai Jiu's expression became more solemn than ever, he took a step forward without hesitation, he did not retreat, but forward, and at the same time Ye You swung forward, like a splendid spring water, splashed into the sky.

He used his true qi in his whole body desperately, and the lakes in the small world were all burning, rippling violently. The true qi in the veins flowed up at an extremely fast speed, and the whole body was operated with the Qingyu sword technique, and then injected into the sword.

The fog suddenly became clouds, and the night of the original mirror gradually dimmed, and a burst of white fog rose in front of Bai Jiu's body, but it was as light as light ink, like a piece of night.

In this night, the thick fog gradually rose, and what it contained was countless terrifying sword intents.

Looking at the thick fog like night, the white-faced man was expressionless and surprised, but he did not stop. At the same time that the Night Wandering Sword emitted a bright light, he had already come to Bai Jiu's body, holding the ice crystal sword brought from Qi Shui, and slashed it down.

A gap appeared in the thick fog, and a corner of the night was lifted, and a sword intent as just and tactfully as ink roared out along the gap.

The white-faced man's sword slashed at the Night Wandering Sword.

In the night-like fog, there was a loud sound.

And then converge.

In the next moment, the cold chill had eroded the bank of the Qishui River, the cold willows on the bank were covered with ice crystals, and the stone slabs outside the alley were covered with frost.

The thick fog dissipated, the night rose, and the sword intent vanished.

The ice crystal sword in the white-faced man's hand turned into countless crystalline blocks and scattered elsewhere. He looked at him expressionlessly, and a very thin small opening appeared in the hand holding the sword, and the blood that flowed out was a little dark red, but it was extremely obvious.

There was one more person in front of him, he should have thought that the sword intent in that thick fog was very strong, but it couldn't hurt him, it was the person in front of him who hurt him.

Bai Jiu leaned against the courtyard wall at the entrance of the alley with a long sword in his hand, and sat there weakly, weak to the extreme. He looked at the person in front of him, grateful, wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

The one who should come has finally arrived at this moment

The person who came was a scholar, the elder brother of Qingfeng Temple, Qingfeng Liuxun.

He is a strong man in the first half of the Qingyun List, a kendo master who has been purified many years ago.

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On the first night of listening to the night banquet, Bai Jiu broke off one of Cao Zhe's hands. And behind Cao Zhe is the entire Dayu Criminal Department, his son's hand was abolished, of course Cao Man will not give up, so the Criminal Department sent a white-faced man to arrest Bai Jiu.

Even if the Criminal Department arrests people, they don't dare to be too publicistic in the face of the Qingfeng Courtyard of the Tianqi Fourth Courtyard, so the carriage of the white-faced man always stops outside the door of the Qingfeng Courtyard, it is waiting, waiting for a chance for Bai Jiu to come out alone.

Such a move is too obvious, and smart people can see it at a glance, perhaps from the beginning the criminal department did not mean to arrest people, but to explain an attitude. Bai Jiu naturally understood, but on the last night of listening to the night banquet, he still walked out alone.

He avoided the eyes of many people, naturally not to come out and have fun, but he was also waiting for this opportunity.

Behind Cao Zhe is his father is the Criminal Department.

Behind Bai Jiu is Seifu-in.

Since the white-faced man wants to kill him, it is naturally reasonable for him to kill the white-faced man. Seifuin is a academy, the most etiquette, the most understanding of the rules, this is very decorative.

If someone wants to kill me, I will kill him.

Vice Dean Mo thinks so, then the dean will have a similar meaning, and the person who came today is Liu Xun. He is the senior brother of Seifuin, and he is also a disciple of the dean, and he is very strong.

It has been a short time since Liu Xun entered the Pure Meditation Realm, just a few days ago, there were some abnormalities, and his temperament had changed a little, Vice Dean Mo thought that he had encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, and the Dean had nothing to say about this matter.

Qingfeng Yuan has a grudge with the Criminal Department, and as a senior brother, he should come forward for the academy. Vice Dean Mo asked Liu Xun to come, but the Dean remained silent.

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The night was deep, but the night was bright. The ice crystals that crossed the bank of the river on the water gradually dissipated, and the night wind blew down the river to the riverbank, which was a little cold.

Maybe it's because of the weather, or maybe it's because of the people.

The white-faced man's face was still the same, and he couldn't see any expression, but the red in his eyes became more and more obvious, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Liu Xun was wearing the uniform of Qingfeng Temple, and after many spring and autumn periods, it was slightly shabby. But the pattern of the wind blowing green bamboo on it was still conspicuous, and there was a scabbard hanging from his waist, which was his sword, and his sword was already in his hand.

Bai Jiu was behind Liu Xun, and Liu Xun glanced back at him, so that Bai Jiu also saw him.

Bai Jiu felt that something was wrong, Liu Xun's face was very pale and slightly sickly, his back was slightly hunched, and his body leaned forward, as if he was very tired.