The wind and snow of the fake capital came two strange people.

One was thickly dressed, holding an umbrella, holding a stove, with a pale expression, looking a bit like a Taoist in the north.

As for the other, he was thinly dressed, with cuffs tied, and a sword hanging from his waist, and he followed the Taoist very eagerly.

It looks like a pair of master and servant.

It's just that between the two, it can be seen from those actions and behaviors that they are close and close, and they are alienated and alienated.

Probably more precisely, like two friends who don't know each other.

When the two of them entered the city, they happened to see a man with a sword in the wind and snow carrying a cart of things in a certain direction.

Probably curious about what Huang Liang's sword cultivation looks like.

Yun Zhusheng and Han Cicada followed and looked at it.

Huang Liang, who had a sword but no scabbard, was in his forties, and Jian Xiu took the cart of bacon and walked into a quiet neighborhood full of houses.

The two of them watched in the snow and wind as the man knocked on the door of a mansion.

Then came out, looked at the cart of things, hesitated, and went back to call the hostess.

It's just that after all, they all hesitated, but when they saw the sword that Jian Xiu didn't have a scabbard on his waist, he still put those things away.

Yun Zhusheng coughed, his expression was a little strange, looking at the door that closed quietly, and then at the sword cultivator who was standing at the door with a slight smile.

The same is true of the chilling cicada.

Both of them probably guessed something.

After all, such a thing as bringing a sword and giving a gift, a discerning person can see some strangeness at a glance.

But what the two found even more strange was that they were really afraid of the sword.

"Does he really dare to draw a sword?" Chill thought it was funny.

Yun Zhusheng coughed softly, rubbing the rough pattern on the edge of the stove in his hand, thought about it, and said, "If he enters the Dao realm, maybe he really dares, but he is from the small Dao realm, so he doesn't dare to think about it." But here's the problem......"

Yun Zhusheng looked at the sword cultivator who was walking in the direction of the two of them with a hanging sword, and said slowly, "This Jingzhao Yin Mansion may not know something. ”

The chilling cicada probably understood, and said with a soft laugh: "What a bluff." ”

After all, the matter of the autumn water going south is a matter of the cultivation world, and if no one in the world tells it, it will naturally be difficult to know.

The two of them were talking casually there, but the sword cultivator slowly walked past the two of them with a sword, and he also glanced at the two of them strangely, after all, the two of them were like master servants and friends, and they were a little close and a little distant.

It's always eye-catching.

Jian Xiu quietly walked past the two of them.

He is a student of the 975th year of the Great Wind Calendar of the Hanging Xue Academy, named Zhou Zaishui.

The gentlemen of the Qingniu Academy of the Huangliang Hanging Xue Academy, naturally, are generally from the former students in the academy, although there are also some cultivators in the south, but because the power of the southern Styx is stronger, after all, the world is still more inclined to cultivate witches and ghosts.

There are only a few exceptions from the Hanging Yuan in the territory of Ran, where the sword school of the Qingniuyuan Academy, gentlemen often come from some sword cultivators near the sword yuan in the territory of Ran.

Zhou Zaishui is naturally not, he is a cultivator of the orthodox Huai'an Sword Intent Dao.

So in fact, he looked at the two people on the street, naturally not only because the two behaved strangely, but also guessed the identities of the two.

The north and the south are separated, if that Taoist and sword cultivation are not from the Hanging Courtyard elsewhere, then it is the human overhaul in the north.

So Zhou Zaishui glanced at it very cautiously and walked over quietly.

I walked a long way before I looked back at them again, in the wind and snow, in the drowsy sky, the two didn't seem to care about themselves, but they were still chatting there, Zhou Zaishui looked at it for a long time, the two were probably looking for something, and after chatting for a while, they looked around on the street and left.

It's a very eccentric duo.

Zhou Zaishui thought so, kept a heart, and then left this place.

The fact is indeed as Yun Zhusheng and the others said, it is impossible for Zhou Zaishui to make a sword.

It is impossible for a cultivator of the Seven Realms of a small path not to know some changes in the world.

He was just taking advantage of some information gap between the cultivation world and the human world.

The matter of the Taiyi Spring Festival is naturally very important, and the Hanging Yuan naturally has no way to prevent the goddess from making such a decision, but they need to get some accurate information from the priests related to this matter, such as the location, such as the time.

Jing Zhaoyin is a conscientious and good man.

Throwing sewage on such a person will naturally make it easier for him to break the jar and make some decisions.

Zhou Zaishui walked quietly on the streets of the fake capital, and then met a person.

This is a Southern Chu spirit witch from Jiang Luo, named Shu He, since the war outside Nanyi City, he has been staying in the fake capital, and the Southern Chu witches he brought back also stayed in the fake capital.

Zhou Zaishui looked at the old man who was quietly watching the snow not far away, and raised his hand to hold the sword at his waist.

"Why don't you go out with a scabbard for the New Year?"

Shu He said softly while looking at the snow.

Zhou Zaishui stopped there, held the sword for a while, released the hilt of the sword, and said sincerely: "Because I fell when I went out yesterday and scratched the scabbard, my predecessors also knew that they were teachers, and with a tattered scabbard, it was naturally not good to teach their children, so I sent the scabbard to be repaired, and I was going to see if it was repaired today." ”

Shu He turned his head, looked at the gentleman of the Qingniu Courtyard quietly, nodded and said, "So that's the case." ”

The two of them were quiet in the street, neither saying anything more, just looking deeply at each other.

After a long time, Shu He turned his head and shrank his hand to look at the wind and snow outside the eaves.

"So this time, the Hanging Courtyard is also a teacher?"

Zhou Zaiping said quietly: "Yes, what about you, senior?" ”

Shu He stood there quietly, squinting at the world with his old eyes.

"What do you think I should do?"

"The matter of witches and ghosts, the younger generation is not clear."

As he spoke, the two men fell silent again—the two men they had seen before, probably finding nothing in the neighborhood, came out again, swayed past them, and looked at them very strangely.

Shu He's eyes followed the two of them, and it took a long time to take them back.

"Who are they?"

Zhou Zaishui looked at Shu He, who was a little weird, and asked.

The latter said softly: "A person from the Mountain and River View, a person from the Liuyun Sword Sect. ”

The old spirit witch of Nanchu has a more vicious vision after all.

The two northern avenues were quietly wandering through the streets.

The two of them didn't talk about what they were doing here, and it seemed that it was probably something that had nothing to do with them.

If it were, it wouldn't have wandered away so calmly.

The two stood under the eaves of the wind and snow, and after being quiet for a while, Shu He said calmly: "Actually, I'm about to die." ”

Zhou Zaishui frowned, looked at the old man under the eaves, and didn't know what this meant.

"It's probably not a few days away, and there is an old man from Nanyi City who has left a sword next year."

"Why did the old man kill his predecessors?" Although Zhou Zaishui didn't know why Shu He wanted to mention this matter, he still asked with interest.

Shu He smiled softly and said, "Because that is the old man of Nanyi City, it is a little more deceased than you imagined." ”

Zhou Zaishui probably understood what the old people were, and the old people in Nanyi City naturally had a little more than the old people.

"People live to the point of dying, and they always want to see something else. For example, a lifelong wish, such as the glory of Gu Chu. Shu He raised his head and looked at the gloomy snowy sky.

Zhou Zaishui then understood the attitude of the witch ghost dao.

It's like he was standing in the wind and snow at this time, and Shu He was standing under the eaves.

They will stand under the eaves of some of the modern world, and they will also stand under the eaves of some ancient ones.

Shu He and Chennu Quling, these Southern Chu spirit witches, are naturally the goddess's devout followers, otherwise they would not have been coaxed out as easily as the Ming mayfly, and finally died in the north of the world.

Zhou Zaishui quietly looked at the old man who shrunk his hand under the eaves, and then said slowly: "That senior, let's go and see it in my dreams." ”

Shu He quietly retracted his hand and said lightly: "Whether you see it in your dreams or in the world, you have to see something." ”

"So how are you going to meet the seniors?"

"I'm going to see you at the gate of the Hanging Temple."

Zhou Zaishui fell silent.

"The people of the Witch Ghost Dao have entered the city?"

Another voice came from the other side of the long street, a man in a willow-colored robe.

Liu Chunfeng.

Mr. False Capital Hanging Xue Yuan Qingniu Yuan and Vice President of Hanging Xue Academy.

Of course, there are not only talented people in Huai'an.

Sorghum is also available.

Liu Chunfeng is probably one of the best.

At the age of thirty, the Taoist cultivation of the four waves of the sea is Huai'an, which is also rare.

What's more, this is in Huangliang, where the power of the River Styx is more prosperous.

Shu He looked at the young man who came over and said calmly, "No." ”

Liu Chunfeng sighed softly and said, "Then I'm afraid that Senior Shuhe can't sit at the gate of the Hanging Courtyard to meet him." ”

"What's more, it's almost the New Year, so don't say something so unhappy, what do you think?"

The young vice president of the Hanging Courtyard stopped on the street and looked at Shu He quietly.

"What about you? What is the Hanging Courtyard doing? ”

Shu He asked lightly.

Liu Chunfeng smiled and said, "This is different, we are making a life for the people." What's more, Shu He's predecessors kept saying that they wanted to see the glory of Gu Chu, but the predecessors might as well think about it, the witch ghost and god cult fell apart in the hands of the king of Chu - and now everything is as he wishes, in today's world, how can it not be the glory of Gu Chu? ”

Shu He stood quietly under the eaves, looking at the wind and snow, looking at the pedestrians, looking at the world that was about to fall into the night, and the lights that began to burn.

"The seniors are old and dying, and they are starting to be pessimistic about many things, and we can understand that. But the world is always moving forward from generation to generation, and it is better for the predecessors to let go of everything, roast the fire peacefully, drink some warm wine, and see the prosperity of the world a few more times, isn't it better? ”

Shu He watched quietly for a long time, listened for a long time, and then said calmly: "After all, you are a member of the Daomen. ”

Therefore, it means that the Tao is different and does not conspire with each other.

The Witch Ghost Dao naturally needs the mercy of the gods and ghosts in order to reproduce the tyranny of the past.

This is a sect that comes from the gods, and naturally it cannot be separated from many things.

So no matter how touching Liu Chunfeng is, for Shu He, it may be some irrelevant reasons.

Liu Chunfeng sighed and said, "Then let's go to the other." ”

Naturally, they go their separate ways.

Zhou Zaishui followed Liu Chunfeng in the direction of the Hanging Courtyard.

And Shu He is the opposite.

......

Yun Zhusheng and Han Cicada came back from another street, looking at the three people who were unhappy over there.

"There's something interesting about that guy."

Han Cicada looked at Liu Chunfeng's back and said, and then grabbed a passer-by.

"Who's that one who looks like a reader?"

Passers-by glanced at the two of them, and then said politely to Yun Zhusheng, who looked sick and didn't speak, "That's the dean of the Hanging Xue Academy, Liu Chunfeng, a very powerful cultivator, if this son wants to get acquainted, remember to be polite." ”

The cicada let go of the passer-by, was silent for a while, and said, "Obviously I asked him, why did he talk to you?" ”

Yun Zhusheng glanced at the chilling cicada on the side, a sword cultivator with a sword wearing a thin sleeve and wrapped his legs, but he probably looked like a certain son's guard.

"I guess I thought we were master servants."

Yun Zhusheng said a word.

Han Cicada thought for a while and said, "That's true, after all, a subordinate who looks strong and powerful and a sick son are indeed a wonderful match in the world." ”

"Do you want to change your clothes?"

Yun Zhusheng coughed twice, looking back at the two backs in the wind and snow heading towards the Hanging Courtyard.

"Forget it, at least it looks harmonious, if I dress like a dog, it's easy to think that something bad is going to happen between us."

The cicada said with a smile.

The two chatted for a while, and then returned to the person named Liu Chunfeng.

The three are actually about the same age.

This is probably what Chill found interesting.

"The Hanging Courtyard can actually have such an excellent Taoist cultivation, it seems that we underestimated the Hanging Courtyard before."

The chilling cicada said with some sighs.

Yun Zhusheng said calmly: "That's because the Hanging Courtyard in Nanyi City is still in the development stage, and it needs to have a good relationship with many cultivation places in the north, so the good seedlings have been sent elsewhere in the world." ”

Han Cicada looked at the Taoist beside him, and then remembered that this Taoist of the Mountains and Rivers was from the Hanging Xue Courtyard, but in fact, in the long run, Yun Zhusheng should actually be from a Taoist Qingtiguan that had already disappeared in the years.

This Daomen, which is older than the origin of Qingtian Dao, failed to survive the waves and turbulent times of the years, so it lost its inheritance, leaving only some unknown so-called feuds.

"Speaking of which, if this person is in Huai'an, I'm afraid he is much better than us."

Yun Zhusheng coughed twice more, and said softly: "Maybe yes, Liu Chunfeng Liu Chunfeng, maybe it is the meaning of Huangliang Willow March." ”

Hearing this, Han Cicada quietly looked at the Taoist beside him for a long time, and said slowly: "Actually, I'm curious, how do you know that Liu March is not dead, and you must kill him." ”

Yun Zhusheng turned his head and looked at Han Cicada calmly, and said, "Then how did you know that Liu March was dead?" ”

Han Cicada chuckled softly and said, "To be a killer, you have to be well-informed." What's more, at our level, there are very few businesses that can be received, and the world will feel that branding the name of a killer on us is a secular stigmatization - maybe it is more appropriate to call it a ghost or a bone-burying person, and it sounds a little more powerful. But no matter what, this will lead to us taking care of face when we take orders, just like the young man from Nanyi City who you Hezong wanted to kill, in fact, I was really moved, four feet away, carrying the sword of the last dance of the retro flow sword, who is not impressed? But after all, you can't pull off that face to kill such a teenager, but your Hezong of Shanhe Guan, although it is very shameless, but things are done very badly, people don't make up for the knife when they die, and they don't get anything, and it's a shame to say it. ”

“.......”

Yun Zhusheng didn't expect his casual rhetorical question, and Han Cicada said a lot of nonsense.

But it's really a shameful thing, after the people of the River Sect looked back, they began to retreat and concentrate on cultivation.

"So I am naturally a very professional, reliable, sincere, and trustworthy sword cultivator, otherwise your senior brother Chen Qingshan would not have come to me."

Han Cicada finally made a summary.

Probably to boast about yourself.

"In fact, you can be less professional, reliable, and sincere." Yun Zhusheng said softly.

After all, the two are really not master and servant, but the relationship between the killer and the target.

"That's 20,000 runs, senior brother."

The cicada said with a smile.

The two looked at each other quietly for a long time, and then did not mention these things again.

After all, the people on the cliff are still in the world, and it is meaningless to talk about such things.

The two people of the Hanging Xue Courtyard have long disappeared into the wind and snow streets, and what kind of plans will be made for next year's affairs in this fake capital academy is naturally something that has nothing to do with Yun Zhusheng and the others.

Unless someone spends a fortune.

The two of them looked around in the windy and snowy streets, the personable and proud disciple of Qingtian Dao who loved the world.

Then I really met a person who was willing to spend a lot of money.

"How much does it cost to kill someone?"

Han Cicada looked at the Nanchu Spirit Witch who met on another windy and snowy street corner, who was very old and powerful.

Although he was very puzzled why he didn't do it himself, he still said sincerely: "Start with five thousand, see who you want to kill." ”

Shu He said softly: "It's the person you just saw." ”

"Liu Chunfeng, that needs 30,000 yuan."

Yun Zhusheng on the side turned his head and glanced at the cicada.

is probably also dissatisfied with why he is 20,000 guan, and the Taoist of the hanging courtyard is 30,000 guan.

Han Cicada turned his head to Yun Zhusheng on the side, and said sincerely: "After all, this is in Huangliang, if something happens, the Liuyun Sword Sect may not be able to protect me, so I have to add some more risk fees." ”

Shu He was silent for a while, and said, "I will go and raise it for you." ”

Han Cicada smiled and said, "Don't worry, I haven't completed this order yet, and it's the end of the year, if you don't take the order, you can find me again next year." ”

Shu He looked at Han Cicada quietly, and then looked at Yun Zhusheng on the side, probably guessing the relationship between the two.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Okay." ”

In the snowstorm, the old man left in some embarrassment.

Standing on the street with his sword pressed, Han Cicada said with a smile: "Where do you say he will go to raise money?" ”

Yun Zhusheng thought for a moment and said, "Witch Ghost Dao? Aren't those people all in the False Capital? ”

Chill nodded.

"Makes sense, but wouldn't it seem unconscionable? After all, it is always a bit unpleasant to say that the lonely old man is forced to raise money everywhere. ”

Yun Zhusheng hugged the stove and coughed lightly twice, and said, "Then you take less?" ”

"That's not good, it will make people think that the signboard of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect is very cheap."