As the autumn sun ends like fireworks, the torrential rain gradually blends into the world. Like a new rain washing away the old dust, the buildings in the east of Yong'an City are unprecedentedly new and equally unprecedentedly depressed.

The dense snowflakes are full of murderous sword intent, even the warm autumn sun is full of fierceness, although the last rainstorm is very ordinary, but for the building, it is also a kind of destruction.

The bricks and tiles of the houses were broken a lot, and the powder that had been broken into them was also washed away by the torrential rain and flowed into the water. The stone slabs of the streets and alleys have cobweb-like cracks, and the hard bluestone on the banks of the Qishui River breaks in the middle in several places and rolls into the river.

Awakened from a nightmare, people took to the streets, frightened by the familiar yet depressed landscape. Special officials took to the streets to reassure the people, and Yew soldiers patrolled the streets, accompanied by military doctors to see if anyone was injured. The craftsmen of the Ministry of Works looked at the houses after the storm and thought about how to repair them............

All sorts of people have played their part in the aftermath of this incident.

Changkong went back, and he talked to Hua Jin for a long time before leaving. The two were originally old friends, and they talked about old things, and there were some questions worth thinking about.

Hua Jin put away the umbrella and disappeared into Dongcheng, it seems that there is still something to do.

The night fades away, like a traveler, fades away, and the light gradually appears.

Until this time, the door of the Criminal Department was still closed, and there seemed to be no intention of opening.

The palace was quiet, the light of the lanterns was brighter than before, the night breeze became gentle, and the long willows swayed softly, like a chain of rolled beads.

The last night of the night banquet was over, and the students of the four colleges returned to the academy one after another.

Most of the students were still silent in the previous discussions with the Dongzhou factions, and they were a little dazed when they suddenly heard such a big event.

The people of the Dongzhou faction went to the Yew Annex, and as the master, Lord Zhuge had to do some teachings and impart some knowledge of cultivation.

Tianyu sat in the carriage and looked out the window with a calm expression. He was thinking about hearing about the night banquet and the thing he had just heard about Dongcheng.

The carriage walked on Shenwu Avenue, and on both sides of the road were soldiers and hurried officials, craftsmen, and doctors. Zhongzhou wins in Dayu, Dayu wins in there is a double saint of civil and military, just a city can be seen, is this the way to win? Tianyu thought like this, and his mood gradually changed at this moment.

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Walking through Shenwu Avenue, there is an inconspicuous corner at the end of the road, where a tall locust tree grows.

Compared to the cold willows on both sides of the Qishui, this locust tree is very tall, and it has only one. Its color is different from the others, very dark, like black, and like a rich purple.

In early spring, young leaves grow, and the color of new and old colors is contrasted, like a contrast, life and death, nothing more than that.

Inside the corner is a large courtyard, the gatehouse is large, and there is a plaque on it with two very dark words, Penal Department.

Cao Mi, the adult in charge of the criminal department, sat in a rocking chair in the courtyard, and there was a table beside him, and there was tea on the table, and the new tea had been brewed for too long, and the color was a little dark.

A man dressed in black stood beside him, his black smock draped over his body, obscuring his figure and his appearance.

Cao Mi sat there expressionlessly, not knowing what to think, he took a sip of tea, it seemed that the taste was too strong, his brows furrowed, and he put it down again.

For a long time, he didn't feel the taste of tea bitter, and he remembered that the last time was when he drank tea with Emperor Yu many years ago. Emperor Yu said a lot to him that day, and he also expressed his loyal attitude from it, and after so many years, he remembered every word in his heart.

He never regretted everything he did, the previous was an order, now it is a state of mind, after a long time, he understands what attitude he does express, what will happen to the same, he never thinks of himself as a big person, he is just a small person, doing things for the biggest person.

The incident of the Bai family more than ten years ago caused a great gap between Emperor Yu and Lord Wensheng. Outsiders don't know that Lord Wensheng hasn't descended the mountain for a long time, let alone going to the court. Lord Martial Saint is still the same as always, but the communication with Emperor Yu is becoming less and less.

Naturally, the big man can't do some small actions, but the villain can do things for the big guy, Cao Mi has been waiting for an opportunity, and then the night banquet will begin.

The stupid Wu Qishen will get older and more confused, isn't more than ten years enough? It's still as whimsical as it gets. Cao Zhe is ruthless, but he is too young, but he has become someone else's weapon. Although there were some episodes, the goal was achieved in the end. People from the Bai family? The white boy of the Falling Snow Building? The infatuated will not be rewarded in the end. Now that Liu Xun has already made a move, Zhushan's attitude is already obvious.

The young man surnamed Bai in Xifeng City seems to have nothing to do with the big name. But the Chen family is here, others may not know about the private affairs of your Chen family and the Bai family, but how can they escape my eyes. Now the things on the page only need to be confirmed.

Cao Mi looked into the air, and the shattered autumn sun left a circular mark there, an obvious sword intent scar.

"The white-faced man is dead." Cao Mi said something like this.

The person who listened was naturally the person next to him, the person who was wrapped in a black robe, the black-faced man.

The two strongest executors of the Criminal Department, one of them died, and the other was here all the time watching.

The black-faced man didn't make the slightest movement.

"Wen Yuan also came here just now." The black-faced man said, his voice seemed to have been specially processed, and he still couldn't hear a man or a woman.

Cao Mi said: "I know, so you want to die?" ”

Hearing this, the veil on the black-faced man's face trembled slightly, as if he remembered some bad past.

Cao Mi picked up the cup of tea, took another sip, and said, "If the tea lasts too long, it will be bitter, but it will also become more and more flavorful." If you are in a hurry to try it, then it will be a cup of waste tea. ”

With that, he poured the remaining tea from the cup on the ground and threw it away as garbage.

"Garbage is naturally thrown away, and waste will eventually die!"

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Crossing Shenwu Avenue, several carriages walked on the bank of the Qishui River, and in the carriages sat the students of Qingfeng Academy.

There are two horse-drawn carriages in the very center.

Tang Chun sat in the front car.

Ouyang lagged behind, her expression was a little gloomy, and she seemed to be very sad.

She was holding a man in her arms.

The unconscious Bai Jiu lay in her arms.

Ouyang Luo looked at the depressed scenery outside the window, and it was not difficult to imagine how terrifying the things experienced by the people in front of him were, and he was jealous and worried.

Everything was arranged by the academy, and only a few people knew about it, so it was naturally secret, but everyone underestimated the strength of these two people, and they didn't expect it to be such a terrible battle.

Not only did it affect the people, but even half of the city suffered, and even the historically solid building couldn't withstand the sword intent of the two. With such a sword path cultivation, how close is it?

A nation, a city, a king and countless people. Such a big thing happened in Yong'an City, the depression of half of the eastern city, and the dispatch of Wenwu Qibin, I don't want people to know, it is also a difficult thing. If you pretend to be confused, the people will be angry.

There must always be an explanation for one thing, is it for Emperor Yu or for the people?

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The cold is coming to an end, spring has arrived, the cold between heaven and earth is missing, and warmth is beginning to fill the world.

The real sun has finally risen, illuminating the banks of the Kishui River very softly.

Sunshine is the truest warmth, and warmth is a feeling that penetrates the heart.

Whether it is in the city or outside the city, the Qi water is still, even the section of the Qingfeng Temple, reflecting the white and yellow sunlight, like an extremely wide clothing belt, the clothing belt of the royal family.

The gates of the palace were not opened, but many people said that they saw the majestic figure on the city walls.

In the early days, Emperor Yu overlooked the state of Dongcheng from afar, sighed countless times, and finally issued an order.

Purple Shirt Garden leads, and makes every effort to thoroughly investigate the two people who fought last night!

In a corner of Yong'an City, countless eagles in charge of intelligence flew into the air, and then more black fish swam along the Qi water, and when the sun rose, the city also began its work.

The officials in charge of intelligence began to get busy, and those painters with strong sense of consciousness stood in the place where the East City was fighting, and used their energy to copy the scene of the previous night on the blank paper. Trying to deduce the two people who fought each other from the exercises in the painting.

Tens of thousands of people walked outside the walls of the palace, thinking passionately about their king's anxious appearance at this time, and they couldn't bear it.

Yong'an City entered a busy situation, seemingly very serious and anxious. But apart from the public, only a handful of big people know that this may be a busy affair with a goal, but no results.

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When Yong'an City is here in early spring, those warmer places in the south have already entered a warm spring for a while.

Yong'an City is a concentration of powerful people, and those powerful people have more or less some hobbies, such as drinking tea.

In the center of Shenwu Avenue, close to Qishui, whether it is east and west or north and south, that section of the land is always the most expensive place in the city. Therefore, there are naturally many famous buildings, such as study buildings, restaurants or tea houses.

Among these architectural pavilions, there is one of the most famous high-rise buildings, and its name is Wanghe.

The location of Wanghe Tower is close to Beicheng and has a long history.

In Yong'an City, there are records of it from the Tang Dynasty to the present. After hundreds of years, the red paint on the outside has been painted over and over again, and it is still red, but the old meaning can no longer be concealed.

The guests have changed generation after generation, but I don't know if the owner of the building has changed.

The Crane Tower is very high, and it is also very large, and it is even more ancient. The guests in the building were powerful people, merchants, and many powerful cultivators. Of course, if you have all these titles, there are only a few big people.

Yong'an City is divided into four urban districts in the southeast, south, northwest and northwest, and there are no city walls between them, except for those flying beast mounts, you can see in the distance those tall buildings in the city.

There are always those who like to drink tea and like to inquire about news and interesting news, and they come to this upstairs early.

There was a snowfall last night, then rain, then the sun...... Of course, this is a question that many people don't understand, it looks like a fight, so who is the fight?

"In my opinion, maybe it is the great cultivator of the Northern Snow Mountain Sect, and only the exercises of their sect can cause such a range of snowflakes." The one who speaks is a casual practitioner, and he is also a storyteller. His name is Li Chuan, as long as people who often come to Wanghe Tower know his name, I heard that he traveled the world in his early years, saw all the scenery of mountains and rivers, and had anecdotes, and now he is back to be a storyteller here and live a leisurely life.

The tea drinkers also liked to listen to him, because there was always some truth in what he said, and it was very credible. For example, the events of the Tang Dynasty back then, such as the debate between Senior Brother Zhushan and Daomen Yulu, which everyone knows but does not know the details, and the riot of Xianjian some time ago......

"Since it's snow, why isn't it the person from the Snow Tower?" Someone asked retorted.

Li Chuan, the storyteller, took a sip of tea lightly, as if he had expected that someone would ask such a question, and continued: "You don't know, as far as I know, Luoxue Building has been closed decades ago, except for Bai Gongzi back then, the only thing we can hear about now is Miss Qiao." But although I haven't heard much, there are still a lot of powerful people in the big Luoxue Building, but you don't forget one of the most important points, the Luoxue Building is a killer organization, it is to die, and it is to see blood, but although there was a lot of movement last night, there were no casualties, which is very unreasonable. ”

After hearing this, the people around felt that there was some truth, if it was to listen to Xuelou, someone would definitely be killed and injured last night, but now, there is still no trace of blood.

Everyone looked out the window through the balcony and could clearly see the scene of Dongcheng. The depressed buildings are clearly visible, and there are people in a hurry at every alleyway, and most of them are crumbling, and they seem to be in a state of panic.

In the corner of the Crane Tower sat a man, dressed in white and holding an umbrella in his hand. When the crane tower opened very early, he was already sitting there, maybe the corner he was sitting in was too inconspicuous, or maybe his appearance was too ordinary, from beginning to end, he didn't get any attention, just asked for a pot of tea, and sat there quietly.

The scenery outside the window is Dongcheng, and the voice in my ears is the storyteller's analysis of last night. Until he saw the scenery of Dongcheng, until Li Chuan finished speaking. The man seemed to have thought of something, and wanted to get up and leave.

A man sat across from him.

The man was dressed in a coloured outfit.