The fake capital went late in the snowstorm.

Walking all the way from the outside of the hanging courtyard, the streets are full of wind and snow, but there are fewer pedestrians.

The lights are still on, and the lanterns are still hanging quietly under the coming night.

As the two of them walked in the direction of Minghefang, the hue of those lights became more and more intense, like orange light, like blood.

There are also fewer and fewer people on the road.

But maybe everything is just the way it is.

It is my own emotions that are full of enthusiasm.

The sparse and deserted ones are also the same.

When Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan walked to the vicinity of Minghe Fang, this Jianyuan Sword Cultivator stopped on the long street outside the Fang.

Today, here is sparsely populated, not only in a square area, but also in the nearby streets and alleys, all the lights have been extinguished early, and they are immersed in the wind and snow with the night.

Only the snow-drenched lanterns still hung on both sides, like ripe fruits hanging on top of ancient trees in a snowy night.

It's going to break.

Maybe it's going to break.

And then like sap, those lights flow into the world.

But it hasn't broken yet.

So Liu Chunfeng just waved his hand to Qi Jingyuan, then tidied up the clothes on his body, and quietly walked across the long street.

Qi Jingyuan stopped there, watched Liu Chunfeng cross the long street, and turned into the Minghe Fang, where even the lanterns were extinguished, and then turned around, inserted the sword in his arms into the snowy street, and stuck his legs on the snowy street.

Waiting for one, or two, sword cultivators from the north.

......

After Liu March sent off his teenage friend, he still sat by the river as usual.

Today's fake capital seems to be somewhat quiet.

The rarely sober Qingtian Daoist sat at the head of the bridge, quietly crossed the wind and snow and looked into the distance.

It's a pity that nothing can be seen.

There was a slow, leisurely footstep from the side of the bridge.

Liu March lowered her head and saw the woman in the black dress walking through the wind and snow towards the bridge.

"Why is the goddess here today?"

Liu March turned his head, looked up at the night snow sky and said softly.

Yao Ji stepped through the wind and snow, stopped beside Liu Yueyue, her eyes fell on this devastated person, and then looked at the stone pile not far away.

I have been watching it for a long time, and this woman, who is walking in the world in the night snow, has begun to gradually have a glimmer of gods and ghosts under the black dress, and then said in a gentle tone: "There is a big drama in the world today, do you want to go and see it?" ”

Liu March was silent for a while, and said, "What kind of drama?" ”

Yao Ji crossed Liu Yueyue, stopped in front of the pile of stones and watched quietly, and then said calmly: "It's just a farce. ”

Liu March turned his head to look in a certain direction of the fake capital.

It was extraordinarily quiet in the snow.

After a long time, he nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The goodness of the Taoist naturally does not have the meaning of the goodness of sword cultivation.

It's just a very bland acceptance of the meaning of something.

He raised his hand to fasten the shackles around his wrists, but when he heard a rustling sound, he turned around and saw that the woman who had risen from the ancient Osawa had taken the other end of the chain in his hands.

The night wind and snow fell on the raised iron cable.

The lights of the world are emitting a cold glimmer on it.

Liu Yueyue quietly looked at the goddess on the other end of the iron rope for a long time, and then slowly let go of her hand and said calmly: "Please." ”

In the wind and snow, the sound of iron ropes was loud.

In the gradually cold night, a woman in a simple robe and a world with a distorted body were implicated by iron ropes, stepping on a piece of snow and slowly walking away in the fog.

There is silence in the world.

Fake is silent tonight.

When I walked to the street somewhere in the world, someone came slowly from the wind and snow with a sword.

When he saw this scene, he stopped there, squinted his eyes, and looked at the two people walking slowly in the wind and snow for a long time.

It wasn't until they met that the sword cultivator who came from the north looked at the goddess calmly, saluted, and said calmly, "I've seen the goddess." ”

Yao Ji nodded slightly, then looked at Liu Yue behind her, and said slowly, "Do you want him to die?" ”

Liu March stood there quietly, looking at the familiar figure that had appeared in Daze.

Deciduous cold bell, leaf cold bell.

In March last year, in the middle of the green mountains of Daze Foggy Swamp, such a person came with a sword.

But Liu March just shook her head calmly and said, "That's my own business, Lord Goddess. ”

The two of them walked slowly past Ye Hanzhong.

This person from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect said softly, "It turns out that you really became the dog of the goddess. ”

Liu Yueyue stopped again, turned his head to look at this black-robed sword cultivator, looked at it for a long time, and then said extremely calmly: "Do you want to give it a try?" ”

Ye Hanzhong wanted to laugh sarcastically, but the moment his gaze met Liu Yueyue's distorted and destructive gaze, he was stunned.

It was a pair of silent and secluded eyes, which seemed to have a lot of wind and snow, and also carried the pain of thousands of drifting.

In the night, it is like a pair of adjacent abysses with no bottom in sight.

At that moment, Ye Hanzhong subconsciously turned his eyes away, and then he came back to his senses, seemed to be a little ashamed and angry, and turned around and walked in the wind and snow.

"No need."

Liu March calmly walked in the wind and snow.

On another street, they met another sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Chilling.

This sword cultivator who walked in the wind and snow with 20,000 in his arms, when he caught a glimpse of the scene on the wind and snow streets, he stood there in a daze.

It wasn't until Yao Ji and Liu Yue stopped in front of him for a long time that this northern sword cultivator came back to his senses, looked at Liu March with a complicated expression, and then looked at Yao Ji who was covered in the power of the Styx River in the wind and snow, and hugged the sword and saluted.

"I've seen the goddess."

Disagreement is naturally a disagreeing thing.

As a god and ghost who has truly blessed the world, he must naturally have due respect.

Yao Ji nodded calmly in response.

"It turns out that you are the original Liu March."

Han Cicada had naturally seen this person on the bank of the Liuhe River, and he was still with Yun Zhusheng at that time, and he had seen this person when he was passing there.

Liu March said softly: "March is devastation, the world does not recognize it, it is a normal thing. ”

Even Zhang Xiaoyu at the beginning was unable to recognize Liu March, so naturally there is no need to mention the chilling cicada.

The cicada sighed and stood aside with his sword in his hand.

Liu Yueyue looked at this Liuyun Sword Sect Sword Cultivator, who had never seen it, but was obviously able to guess his identity, and said slowly: "Are you the one who sang tonight?" ”

Han Cicada listened to this, but suddenly remembered the words that Zhang Xiaoyu said on the roof of the building that day.

After a little silence, he said, "Yes - the honorarium is 20,000 yuan." ”

Liu Yueyue looked at the cicada quietly, didn't say anything, lifted those iron cables, walked through them with the courtesy of a senior brother, and then slowly walked forward.

Holding the sword, the cicada stood there for a long time, watching the two of them go away in the wind and snow, and then stepped on the wind and snow, and sat down in the night tall building above the lights of the world.

That's the guy watching tonight.

Han Cicada stood for a long time, then tidied up the clothes on his body, re-tied the somewhat loose cuffs and leggings, and then held the sword and calmly walked towards the side of Minghefang.

......

Minghe Fang is a place of blindness, such a wide and ancient long street should not be like this, especially at the beginning of the new year of the year 1004 of the Great Wind Calendar.

There are still some fireworks in the remote city, which sometimes illuminates this long street.

But more often than not, it's dark and silent.

Liu Chunfeng, the dean of the Hanging Academy, who had a little stain on his shoulders and a stain on the corner of his clothes, wore a blue and white dress and walked quietly into this long street.

The spring breeze is disturbed by the night snow.

Startled ghosts.

Shock the children.

When this fake capital Yushan walked into this ancient alley where the pattern had not changed much in 2,000 years, there was a witch wind blowing.

The twilight snow of the mountains is conjuring spirits from detention.

The magic of human witches and ghosts in the name of strangeness and magnificence instantly surged in this long street.

It's weird, it's magnificent.

The lights flickered on.

It's a blood-colored lantern.

The spring breeze doesn't know each other, what is going on.

Liu Chunfeng suddenly remembered such a poem, I don't know where it came from, maybe it was Huai'an.

There are thousands of words in the world, but at the moment, maybe this sentence fits very well.

As the dean of the Qingniu Academy, and Liu Chunfeng, who is not very qualified, naturally does not know those people who are witches and ghosts in the night.

But there is a good saying.

Don't fight, don't know each other.

If you don't fight, you don't know each other.

So when the power of the witches and ghosts gathered in this Minghe Fang, which had many alleys, began to surge, Liu Chunfeng raised his hand in front of him and recited the Taoist recipe silently.

The sermon flowed out from under the robe of the spring breeze, turning into countless white petals.

The spring breeze comes, and the pear blossoms bloom.

So a line of white flowers flew away, this neighborhood wrapped by the power of witches and ghosts, in the night, like a long river, thousands of pear blossoms fell.

So the morning light was sprinkled on the world.

Illuminated countless solemn faces hidden in the darkness.

Before the chanting of the witch trick in his hand was finished, the person who was the first had already stepped into the former spring breeze boy and punched him on the face.

Thousands of white flowers moved with them, and the color of the twilight snow that had not yet formed was broken in an instant, and someone snorted, and happily handed over his great head, like an unripe fruit with a folded skin, rolling down the street.

Liu Chunfeng stepped on the fruit with one foot, and walked forward calmly.

With the life and death of the first person as a delay, someone finally finished singing the first trick.

This speed is much faster than Liu Chunfeng expected.

So he looked up at the wind and snow in the world.

It didn't take long for me to realize something.

The art of witches and demons comes from the art of worshipping gods.

Such a blazing speed.

It's probably a goddess in the world, probably very close to here.

Maybe they're quietly watching.

But Liu Chunfeng was very calm.

The goddess is close.

The world is closer.

This is an eternal truth.

Liu Chunfeng quietly looked at the power of the witches and ghosts rushing to his face, and his bloody palm pinched the trick in front of him again, and slammed down slightly.

The Dao Wen circulating on his side paused for a moment, and then quickly evolved, turning into an incomparably tough Dao barrier, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, like a drizzle of wet clothes.

In the fluttering robe, it seems to be extremely soft, but it is extremely hard.

It is the principle of movement and stillness.

It is the way of strength and weakness.

With the intention of returning, the witch and ghost technique crossed the entire long street and staggered away with Liu Chunfeng.

It's a ghostly nest.

It's just a pity that if this technique came from the hands of the son of Wubei in the original Sword Sect's garden, such a technique of the underworld with the intention of destroying all things, Liu Chunfeng would naturally not be so proudly leapfrogged.

Those people have already died in Nanyi City.

It was slightly destroyed by the spring breeze, and those circulating sermons flowed smartly, cutting through those overturning forces.

But there must be two if there is one.

The triumphant Taoist began to leapfrog that technique and took a step forward, and more witchcraft had already taken shape, and with the sound of chanting, it came fiercely.

Naturally, there is more than one person here.

But there are many, the wizards who were brought back by Shu He from Nanyi City may not all be here, but quantitative changes will naturally cause qualitative changes.

The snowy night that Liu Chunfeng saw in front of him had long been covered by many witch and ghost techniques.

There are countless rivers that emerge from the soles of the feet, and then merge into a huge river.

The night has changed.

The wind and snow suddenly fell into the River Styx.

There are thousands of ghost flowers blooming overhead.

There are flowers that are shaking off the pollen, there are the art of trespassing through the surroundings, there are mountains and twilight snow appearing on the Wu River, and there is a tearing meaning from all directions.

At this point, Liu Chunfeng finally fell into the underworld formed by the combined efforts of those witches and ghosts.

The gods and ghosts are on the side, the art of worshipping the gods is in a hurry, and everything is just a fleeting.

A Taoist dressed in white and dyed with the green of the spring breeze stood calmly in the middle of the river.

Such a river Styx may be mighty.

But after all, it didn't come from one person.

Although two fists are difficult to beat four hands.

But Liu Chunfeng, as a four-fold Dao cultivator in the world, his fists are naturally much harder than those who travel around the Witch and Ghost Dao.

The Dao Technique in his hand changed, a body of vitality entered the body, thousands of Dao texts were imprinted on the skin of the white clothes, golden light sprinkled, and a vast Dao rhyme floated around the body, and began to continuously erode with the power of the witch and ghost Styx that tried to invade, exuding bursts of annihilation ripples that spread away in a ring.

When the Taoist begins to rhyme into the body.

It means that they are serious.

is just like Liu March in Daze at the beginning, or the prime minister of a spirit witch with a punch.

Dao Yun entered the body, Liu Chunfeng stepped out on the Wu River, and then a punch fell to a certain place and shuttled with the art of Yuexing, trying to use ghost magic to detain the people of the witch and ghost Tao who interfered with the mind.

The witch mark has not yet fallen, a punch has arrived, the big witch was smashed out of the black gas, the power of the witch and ghost was beaten away, the chest cavity was deeply sunken, and countless organs were smashed out, which was the origin of the witch river in the body, which was smashed by a punch, and it was very messy.

It's just that the great witch who fell into the River Styx, after an instant, once again with the power of the River Styx, suddenly crawled out of the River Styx again.

Liu Chunfeng frowned slightly.

His eyes fell on the wizards sitting under the flowers of the Styx Mountains behind the twilight snow.

It's a conjuring technique.

The most feared thing in the world is not the two major thaumaturgy of witchcraft and ghosts, migratory or transgressive.

It's a conjuring.

Once you fall into it, unless you exhaust the power of those who are witches and ghosts, you will come back from the dead, and there will be an endless stream.

This is a truth that even Huai'an people understand, Liu Chunfeng, as a Huangliang person, naturally can't be unclear, so when his eyes fell there.

The figure also disappeared over the river Styx.

Liu Chunfeng, who cultivates the Tao, understands this truth, and the people who cultivate the Tao of witches and ghosts naturally know better.

When Liu Chunfeng's figure disappeared in place with the Dao Feng, dragging an extremely fast Dao Yun trajectory and running there, those great witches who sang the art of conjuring spirits also moved farther away with witch marks under the cover of the people around them.

Liu Chunfeng is naturally not a sword cultivator, if he is a sword cultivator, he may be able to cross that distance and appear in front of those people before those witch marks take effect.

But Liu Chunfeng is not a sword cultivator, he is a Taoist.

So he stopped under those Heavenly Flowers, and while resisting the erosion of those Styx Ghost Flowers, he raised a hand and pinched the Dao Jue again.

Styx.

A star breaks through the twilight snow sky, and shines on the world with a clear light.

Watching the stars and monitoring the sky, and knowing the principle of the operation of the stars.

The starlight fell on the world of the Styx, during which countless traces of circulation began to appear, and the Spring Breeze Dao people stepped on the traces of the stars, but they came suddenly.

It's not a walking method, it's a Taoist technique.

As a thousand-year-old academy that once had both the "Supplement to the Human World" and the "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox", if it was just shouting the slogan of the world with culture, it would naturally not have developed so prosperously.

They have their own way of doing things.

Those witches and ghosts were stunned.

Liu Chunfeng's figure with the white flowers of the spring breeze, stepping on the bright starlight, appeared in front of a great witch who sang the art of conjuring spirits.

The witches might want to say something.

But nothing was said.

In the hasty silent questioning, what responded to them was the hard fist of the Taoist.

One punch is colorful, and one punch is colorful.

The conjuring technique is broken.

Liu Chunfeng took advantage of the situation to spread the rhyme of the Dao, and those heavenly techniques, inverting the River Styx, were all broken in the temporary loss of consciousness of those witches and ghosts.

The Taoist was dressed in white and bloody, and in the drift, he fell back into the long street of wind and snow.

The witch and ghost Taoist in front of him still wanted to struggle, but he was also hit on the head with a punch and fell down in despair.

As for the more witches and ghosts who hide in the night, they fell into silence after the witchcraft was broken.

Liu Chunfeng dispersed with a rhyme, like a scholar, quietly walked through the entire long street, and stood in front of Jingzhaoyin's mansion.

The lantern on his head is bright red, maybe natural, maybe bloody.

He raised his hand and knocked at the door.

It's just that the moment the finger bones touched the door, the wind appeared under Liu Chunfeng's feet, and he suddenly retreated backwards.

A sword stabbed out from behind the door.

At the same time, the magic of witches and ghosts, which had been silent, was born again in the entire long street.

The River Styx rises again, and those who have died in the streets of the witches climb out and sing solemnly over the river.

In the deep alleys of the night, the voices of those witches and ghosts came like a wave again.

The door of Jing Zhao Yin's Mansion slowly opened.

The old man sat nervously in the middle of the courtyard under the snow.

And at the door, there stood a northern sword cultivator in a black robe with an indifferent expression.

Ye Han Zhong.