The cold and fierce sword intent spread and spread throughout the entire lakeshore.

Everything on the shore suddenly froze, and a thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the lake in an instant, as if the heavens and the earth were frozen in this instant.

The white-faced scholar looked shocked, he suddenly found that the qi of heaven and earth around him suddenly froze, and those ice crystals that did not fall and condensed had frozen this heaven and earth, and even the operation of his body's true qi had come to a huge halt.

His expression was shocked and speechless, his awe-inspiring expression was full of unwillingness, and his body was illusory in a blink of an eye, and he was ready to flee.

How could Bai Jiu give him such a chance.

The white-faced scholar was in a small building by the lake, in thousands of frozen raindrops.

No matter how fast his body swept away, it was not as fast as the wind and rain came.

The frozen raindrops came towards the middle like a whirlpool, and the cold was everywhere, but the cold was filled with sword intent. They fell from the sky like jasmine flowers, covering the body of the white-faced scholar, and the rain fell into ice, and ice crystals formed, and his whole person was completely sealed off like this heaven and earth.

A drop of rain fell on the white-faced scholar's arm.

His left arm was broken at the shoulder.

Countless drops of rain fell on him.

The meridians of the white-faced scholar were completely frozen, and the dantian qi sea stopped instantly.

There were emotions in his eyes that he had never felt before, fear, unwillingness, anger, despair, and absoluteness.

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In the wind and rain, a piece of light suddenly exploded.

The frozen raindrops scattered in all directions, rendered by the light like real crystals, shimmering with the light of glass.

There was a thunderclap in the light, and there was a pure sword intent.

Suddenly a hole opened in the dark sky.

A hundred feet of thunder fell from there.

The thunder was so great that almost the entire sky was illuminated, and Yong'an City was bathed in brilliance in an instant, and the terrifying aura fell, like the punishment of heaven.

Raising the image of the sky between the hands, waving the wind and rain in the hands, the weather of heaven and earth is used by cultivators, this is the realm of the heavenly phenomena.

The white-faced scholar led the sky to thunder and fall between life and death, and he actually stepped into the sky here, and finally became a great thing in the world.

In the face of the thunder, Bai Jiu's face remained unchanged, his purple pupils did not contain any emotion, and he glanced lightly at the light that fell from the sky.

He stretched out his hand to the sky and pointed away.

The thunder suddenly stopped, the light gathered, and the night became darker.

The light dimmed at its brightest, and at its strongest, it seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness around it.

The thunder, like the gorgeous and huge fireworks during the Yong'an celebration, bloomed for a moment, then dimmed in an instant, became an afterimage, and finally disappeared into the thick night.

The absolute sword intent that followed was more like fireworks and dust blown by the wind, and it dissipated in an instant.

There was nothing but despair in the white-faced scholar's eyes.

He suddenly thought of a possible legend, and a deep fear was added to the despair.

His mouth opened slightly to say something, but no sound came out.

Countless icy raindrops fell beside him, and a chill that hit his heart instantly came.

His meridians were completely frozen, and the sea of dantian qi had also become a sea of ice, and the small world in his body had already become ice and frozen soil. Countless icy raindrops fell on him, and from top to bottom, his expression finally froze.

Bai Jiu came to the white-faced scholar, returned the sheath of the abyss, and then reached out and gently placed it in front of him.

A crack appeared on the white-faced scholar's face, and then more and more cracks appeared, like dense cobwebs.

The ice shattered, turning into countless invisible particles.

The night breeze blows.

A puff of smoke.

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Su Yong, a white-faced scholar in Yong'an, does not enter the Qingyun list with a self-contained atmosphere. In his early years, he studied in Tianqi Fourth Academy, and four years later, he traveled to the South China Sea and practiced in Bailu Academy for several years, during which he met Bai Xi, the young master of the Bai family. In the ban on the Bai family in Nanyang County more than ten years ago, he was trapped in a prison because he violated the way of a gentleman, and his cultivation stopped.

In the spring of the twenty-third year of Dayu Wude, after determining the truth of the Bai family's annihilation, he walked out of the cage in a mellow mood and half stepped into the realm of freedom.

In the summer of the twenty-third year of Dayu Wude, Bai Jiu killed him, stepped into the realm of celestial phenomena between life and death, and saw the avenue of the world before he died.

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The rain is still falling.

The cobblestone road by the lake was very slippery, the sky seemed to be covered with a wet quilt, the water dripped from above, and countless small flowers bloomed on the lake, but the trees on both sides of the bank were scattered, which looked very messy.

The scent in the air faded.

Bai Jiu waved his hand towards the flower field in the garden.

The broken branches grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, they took shape and bloomed countless white flowers.

He stared at the flowers for a long time, his purple pupils still devoid of any emotion, and there seemed to be waves rolling in the depths of his eyes.

The eastern sky was not bright, but a shadow loomed.

He looked over.

The shadows gradually brightened in the night, and it turned out to be a low mountain.

Bai Jiu's brows furrowed, and a rare trace of doubt appeared in his purple pupils, which disappeared in a flash.

He took one last look at the flowers, then plucked one and put it on his head, like a little girl.

The bamboo fence was pushed away, and she walked out.

Towards the mountain.

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Tonight is never sleepless.

There was rain in the middle of the night, and thunder swept across the sky, and the night was still as dark as ink.

The streets of Yong'an were very empty, and except for the night watchmen who were on duty and a few officers and soldiers, no one was to be seen.

The surroundings look normal, but there are many strange places.

For example, the sound of gongs on the watch is not as crisp as before, for example, there is one less officer and soldier on night patrol than before, and for example, there are faint footsteps coming from the alley even though there is no one.

Ever since Bai Jiu left Seifu-in, the city had awakened from its slumber.

The door to the Punishment Department was still closed, but the candles in the lobby were lit. The door to the yew garden was open, but not a single yew soldier walked out of it. The palace is still very bright, and there is a majestic figure on the moon platform.

Of course, there are many people who are watching or waiting for news. For example, the two old men on the city wall, their black robes fluttering in the night.

Earlier, a middle-aged man walked out of the guest room.

The middle-aged man was wearing a brocade robe, a jade pendant around his waist, and a gold bracelet on his wrist.

He looks like an ordinary nouveau riche, full of deliberate extravagance. In fact, he is not ordinary, and that bit of brightness does not come from his wear, but from the inside out.

When the Tang Tomb returned to the city, someone from the Wang family came from the south.

Tonight, Yong'an City is sleepless, half of the people in the court are doing things, and the Wang family must also show their attitude.

There are several lakes in Yong'an, and the southern city occupies most of them.

The middle-aged man walked to a lake and stopped, which was separated from Lotus Lake by a few lanes.

There are weeping willows by the lake, and there are people under the willows.

The man stepped out of the shadows, with a scar on the side of his face, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Second Master of the Wang family, it has been more than twenty years since someone Wu wanted to kill you."

Outside the North City Criminal Department.

The old locust tree swayed in the rain, and instead of dissipating the thick smell on it, the drizzle became more and more intense.

It was dark under the tree, and I don't know if it was because of the blood that had been precipitated for many years, and there was some fishy smell.

A scholar stood under a tree, adding a new dimension to the surrounding scenery.

He was dressed in a blue robe, with a sword in his arms and an old tree root under his feet.

There was a shadow on the stone steps of the gate of the Ministry of Punishment.

The shadow was a little thicker there than the others, and then the shadow stood up, and it was a person.

The black-faced man was stopped outside the criminal department, and the scholar was naturally Liu Xun.

"The gentlemen of Zhushan have come down the mountain, and it is better to be alive than dead."

Unlike the closed gate of the Criminal Department, the door of the Yew Garden is open.

The rain was wafting through the cedar trees, and the branches of the cedar willows drooped even more, like a horsewhip about to be wielded.

The park is full of Yew soldiers who are ready to go, and they should have secretly dispatched under the leadership of the two Wu Bin tonight, but they didn't expect the door to open by itself before it could be opened.

A long-haired man leaned on the side of the door frame, his long hair shawl, his brows were frivolous, but the wooden knife in his waist was gone, but he was holding a Tang knife in his arms.

Zhushan is the place where Lord Wensheng lived and educated his disciples, and it is also where the Confucian Lingmen is located today.

It is rumored that there are many scholars in the Ling Sect, and there are as many as 3,000 disciples of Lord Wensheng, and those gentlemen have been practicing and studying on the mountain for a long time, and rarely appear in the world, so there are only a few people who really know them.

There was a commotion in the Purple Shirts, and they actually blocked the road outside the gate of Yew Garden, this was the first time such a thing had been encountered, and those young lieutenants naturally had to be angry, and they were about to move forward with their knives, and cut the man directly into a pulp outside the gate.

Changkong raised his right arm expressionlessly, and the killing intent and commotion behind him slowly stopped, he looked at the person on the doorrail, and said with a Ling Ran expression: "What does Mr. Second mean?" ”

The man with long hair on his shoulders and a Tang knife in his arms was none other than Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan looked at the front of him calmly and said, "I won't let you go to death." ”

Changkong frowned slightly, and said, "Did Mr. Er overestimate that person, and did Ling Men overestimate himself." ”

Wen Yuan said: "If I fail, what's the use of you waiting. ”

Changkong was silent when he heard this, he clutched the spear tightly in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Er, don't bully people too much, is it because you want to start a war with my Yew Garden at this time?" ”

Wen Yuan glanced at him indifferently and said, "I Lingmen won't let you take a step out of this courtyard gate, so naturally you won't be able to get out of this courtyard." I'm not here because I look up to you and others, but because of the arrangement of my senior brother, if I hadn't sworn to my teacher in the way of a gentleman back then, I wouldn't have stabbed at will in the city, and your life would have been left tonight. ”