The figure with a sword in his hand walked through the night and appeared in the Minghe Fang.

The light of the lanterns on both sides illuminated the faces of the visitors.

It's a chilling cicada.

Liu Chunfeng fell silent.

And Ye Hanzhong's lips showed a hint of a smile imperceptibly.

Chill Cicada, sword in hand, stepped into the land of Styx, which had not yet been completely broken.

The clothes were in tatters, and they should have come out of those sword qi.

Even the burden of 20,000 yuan in his arms has been cut down, and it can be seen that he must have lost a lot of money.

Han Cicada coughed while standing on the bank of the River Styx, walking towards Ye Hanzhong.

"Jian Yuan's sword technique of going to the death is indeed powerful."

The cicada whispered.

Ye Hanzhong on the side was probably also curious about what kind of person Han Cicada had met, turned his head, and looked at Han Cicada with weak sword intent.

"Between unsheathing and retracting the sword, the sword momentum will continue to rise."

"And between going to death again and again, it is another meaning of unsheathing."

The cold cicada looked at Liu Chunfeng from a distance who was walking on the River Styx with the star traces, lowered his head again, and coughed up blood incessantly.

Ye Hanzhong looked at the miserable cicada beside him, but frowned, and said, "You almost lost to him?" ”

The cicada straightened up, let out a long breath, and said, "Not really. ”

This miserable-looking sword cultivator said very indifferently: "Although I was stabbed a hole in my left abdomen by him......"

As if showing a wound, the cicada set his sword aside.

Lifted up his own clothes.

Ye Hanzhong's gaze subconsciously followed.

It's just that the next moment, Ye Hanzhong's expression changed.

Under the clothes, there is naturally no hole in the left abdomen.

Instead, another sword was hidden.

The sword was quickly pulled out by the cold cicada, and a sword stabbed at Ye Hanzhong on the side.

Fortunately, Ye Hanzhong reacted in time, and although the sword was stabbed into his chest, it was much more deflected in the sideways at that moment.

As soon as the cicada succeeded, he stepped back with his sword.

Sure enough, Ye Hanzhong, who received a sword, stabbed the cicada with a sword after reacting.

In front of the Han Cicada Horizontal Sword, Kankan stopped the sword, but it was also repelled by the sword intent and fell into the Wu River.

It's just that Ye Hanzhong withdrew his hand and looked at the sword in his heart, probably knowing that he might not be able to kill Liu Chunfeng if he stayed, so he pulled out the sword with an indifferent expression and threw it towards Liu Chunfeng from a distance.

With an awe-inspiring sword intent, the sword turned away in the air. It fell into the hands of another young man who had sat at the mouth of the alley at some point, and in front of the young man stood a scabbard, and as soon as the sword fell into his hand, it was sheathed.

The sword is back on the rise.

It's just that Ye Hanzhong has turned into sword light and disappeared into the night.

The people of the Witch Ghost Dao were attacked by the Sword Yuan Sword Cultivator and left in embarrassment.

The Styx is dispersing.

Liu Chunfeng returned to the wind and snow, glanced at the cicadas who were vomiting blood but still comparing to the cold cicadas on the side, and looked at Qi Jingyuan on the street in confusion.

Qi Jingyuan said softly: "This is what we mean by owing him 20,000 yuan." ”

The cicada nodded in satisfaction, lost his sword, and passed out.

The unfinished words between him and Ye Hanzhong were actually - but I lost.

He really lost.

It's just that Qi Jingyuan didn't kill him.

As I said at the beginning, sword cultivation is to be reasonable.

Han Cicada was not moved by any righteousness, but the reason did not talk about winning.

Liu Chunfeng raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything.

An old man waited for a long time at the open doorway, and finally handed over something when it was all over the story.

Liu Chunfeng nodded to the old man with a tired expression, said thank you, and then handed over those things to Qi Jingyuan, who came over.

He walked to the side again, picked up the cold cicadas that had passed out on the ground, passed through the Jianyuan Sword Cultivators who were dealing with the aftermath, and walked towards the outside of Minghe Fang.

......

Hanging in the courtyard.

The two young men were baking the fire at the door of the small room, holding the swords in their hands very nervously, and staring vigilantly at the gate of the sword courtyard.

When Han Cicada left earlier, he helped the two of them light the stove, and instructed them not to open the door no matter what happened tonight, just bake the fire here, and don't listen to anything or look at anything.

The two originally thought that the cicada was joking to scare them, but although the cicada said it very seriously, neither of them cared at first.

Until they heard some rustling sounds.

It looked like someone was walking outside the courtyard.

Then, in the entire academy, it didn't take long for a strange fire to start alighting.

In the midst of the snow, it looks bright.

The two young men were about to cross the sword flat and run to the gate of the courtyard to take a look, but they had just begun to stand up by the fireplace when they heard something slam on the door.

Only then did the two little boys finally believe the words of the chilling cicada, so they turned out the sword they had brought in the corner, held it in their arms, leaned together, and looked at the door very nervously.

There seemed to be a silent commotion outside.

From time to time, there are sword lights flying in the snowy night, and there are also some traces of Taoism or witchcraft.

But it was quiet, except for some footsteps, some falling.

The boy could still hear the rustle of falling snow and the occasional popping of firewood in the stove in front of him.

Just looking at the snow in those nights from afar, I always feel that they are extremely vivid.

It's also very deep.

Zhao Xingxing didn't know if it was because of his association.

And the tranquility on the side is holding the sword and staring at the door tightly, much like a silent and calm protagonist in some scripts.

The snow continued at night.

Zhao Xingxing was a little nervous and stabbed the tranquility that leaned together.

"They're not going to open the door and run in and kill us all."

Tranquility shook her head slowly.

"I don't know."

The two young boys were talking by the fireside in a very small voice.

"Is there something going to happen to the academy this year, or let's come back next year. When there was no movement outside, he sneaked out. ”

Zhao Xingxing said quietly while holding the sword, and at the same time he was very uneasy.

Tranquility shook her head and didn't speak.

Zhao sighed happily and didn't say anything more.

They didn't know where the cicada had gone, and they didn't know where Mr. Qi had gone.

When I first arrived, I didn't know anything, so I could only stay in the sword courtyard honestly.

It wasn't until late at night that there seemed to be no movement outside.

But the two young men did not dare to look at it, but just cowered by the fireside and yawned sleepily.

I don't know how long it took, but finally the door was pushed open.

The two young men looked at the young man who walked in very vigilantly.

The young man walked across the courtyard with a miserable-looking cicada on his shoulders.

The two young men drew their swords with a bang, their hands shaking.

"Who are you? What happened to Big Brother Cicada? Don't come here! ”

The young man paused in Jianping for a while, and was about to say that he was Mr. Qi, but he changed his words halfway through.

"I'm Mr. Qi..... Son, he has returned to his hometown, and from tomorrow onwards, I will teach you. ”

The two young men looked at the face that was indeed very similar to Mr. Qi suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, and then put away their swords.

"What's wrong with Big Brother Cicada?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm fainting thinking about money."

......

It's a long story in the night.

Therefore, Liu March's sober time tonight is probably extremely long.

Until the end of the story, everything is hidden in the night, and when people wake up the next day, they can only see some tranquility buried in the snow.

Yao Ji and Liu March walked quietly on the long street of the world.

"Would the goddess want to meet that Taoist named Liu Chunfeng?"

Yao Ji said calmly, "What do you see him doing?" ”

"He's against you, isn't he?"

Yao Ji walked quietly in the snow.

"What is the world that is against me, not just Liu Chunfeng?"

"But the only one who has been taken care of in the world is Liu March."

Liu March said very calmly.

"Life and death go back and forth, I don't know how long the goddess will have to watch before she admits that something is wrong."

Yao Ji just calmly released the iron rope in her hand and walked in the direction of the palace.

"Something, it's too early to say."

Not far away is the long river.

Liu March stood there quietly watching Yaoji's distant back, and in the snow, a pair of small floral socks loomed.

"So what does the goddess want me to see?"

"Look at the uselessness of the world, just as you struggle."

Liu Yue didn't say anything more, turned around, quietly crossed the snow-colored stone bridges, locked the iron cables under the bridges again, and then sat down quietly.

A figure watched from a short distance.

It's Ye Hanzhong.

This black-robed sword cultivator had some blood on his chest, but he didn't care, he looked there for a long time with his sword, and then turned around and left here.

Yun Zhusheng's useless work has naturally proven something.

This disciple of the Qingtian Dao has become an uncontrollable existence in the world.

......

In the night, a man in a witch robe was heading out of the fake capital with a mess.

He naturally saw the sword of the cicada.

At the moment when the cicada appeared in the alley, he also sighed that the 30,000 guan was indeed worth it.

It's just that I didn't expect that the crippling blow of the cicada became the last straw that overwhelmed the witch ghost Dao's plan.

So when he saw the sword, he left there.

He was going to leave Huangliang and go to the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Use that copper coin to accuse the cicada of what he did.

Just didn't go far.

He saw a man with a sword on a street in the fake capital.

The big witch saw Ye Hanzhong appear, and was about to go up to ask something, but before he could say anything, his head flew out.

Then the head that flew in the snowy night saw Ye Hanzhong bend down, took out the copper coin from him, put it in his arms, and then calmly turned away.

As a killer under the Sword Sect, naturally, he has been complained about more or less.

But Ye Hanzhong never did.

Today's events are a list of chilling cicadas.

But after all, he, Ye Hanzhong, also received the money.

......

Liu Chunfeng sat quietly in the courtyard of Chunfeng Courtyard.

The story of the academy lasted for a long time, and it was not over until the two returned.

It's just that when Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan didn't die in Minghefang, the story here could end.

Liu Chunfeng didn't look at those things again, just sat back in his small courtyard, lit the fire, and sat there with a somewhat depressed complexion to roast the fire.

It's just that Zhou Zaishui didn't come to send him a bowl of noodles to eat today.

Because that sword cultivator had already died in the civil strife in the courtyard.

It was the people of the Green Cow Courtyard who killed him.

When Liu Chunfeng passed by there, he happened to see that scene and didn't say anything.

When the cicada walked into the Hanging Courtyard through Zhou Zaishui's hand.

Some things are not hard to guess.

Just as Fang Zhiqiu thought in the rumor.

Not all people in the Witch House will choose to rebel against the world.

But not all the people of Qingniuyuan will be loyal to the world.

Liu Chunfeng didn't have the heart to look for what was behind Zhou Zaishui.

In fact, there are many such stories in the courtyard.

That's why it's called civil strife.

Before he Liu Chunfeng revealed his flaws, no one knew what kind of story it would be.

It's just that Liu Chunfeng probably didn't expect that the flaw really almost became the end of the story.

The cold cicada attracted Ye Hanzhong.

Such a person, whether it is Liu Chunfeng or Qi Jingyuan, naturally he will not be an opponent.

It's just that Ye Hanzhong was attracted by the cicada and sent away by the cicada.

Liu Chunfeng was coughing and roasting the fire on the other, but he couldn't understand what the cicada was thinking.

But such a thing, apparently, is irrelevant.

Liu Chunfeng coughed for a while, and finally felt more comfortable.

Although the bones are hard when the Taoist rhyme enters the body, after all, it is a hard-connected number of swords.

It will inevitably hurt some Shenhai.

After picking up a handful of snow from the yard and stuffing it into the stove, Liu Chunfeng went back to his room to sleep.

......

Yao Ji left the streets of the fake capital and headed all the way to the imperial city in the wind and snow.

Only this time she didn't go to the Windward Tower, but went to the abandoned palace of the King of Chu.

His Majesty the Emperor of Huangliang was also there.

It's just that today's emperor has changed his clothes, which is a black and red robe, which looks very ancient and solemn.

That big belly looks very conspicuous.

But no one cared.

When Yao Ji walked up, Emperor Companion was there looking at the sword on the door.

Grinding Sword Cliff Spirit Platform.

Ever since he was shot here by the power of the machine in Nanyi City, he has stayed on the door.

On top of the very light sword body, there was a lot of snow, and even in the long winter ice and snow, there were many icicles hanging under the sword body.

If the world saw it, they probably wouldn't know that such a sword in the snow was one of the two swords of the town cliff that used to sharpen the sword cliff.

Yao Ji stepped on the ancient stone steps with deep snow step by step and walked towards the front of the hall.

"I thought you'd be watching that farce from upstairs."

Yao Ji's gaze fell on the robe, which was the clothes that the palace had been making since last year.

The robe of the former King of Chu.

"Being the king of Chu for the first time, it is inevitable that I am a little nervous, naturally I can't stand such a farce, and I ......"

Accompanying the emperor turned around, always fat and fat, looking very bloated, but in front of such a lonely hall in the wind and snow, his expression was solemn, and he always had a little more imperial momentum.

"You should call me king first."

You should call me king first, it's a very strange word.

It's kind of like a sedan driver who suddenly got into a chariot and yelled - you fucking slow, fuck me, like this.

As for the king and your majesty, it is a meaningless matter which word represents the more honorable status.

It depends on the state of the country, not the part of speech.

It's just that for Huang Liang, maybe the king will be better than His Majesty.

After all, His Majesty Huangliang has been subservient to His Majesty Huai'an for two thousand years.

Yao Ji stood on the snow steps and looked up at the Emperor who had turned around above, but said calmly: "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

In the former structure of the Witch Ghost Cult, the King of Chu is naturally an existence with the same status as the goddess.

For the Witch Ministry Spiritual Adult.

In the Witch Ghost Cult in the entire ancient Chu land, the witch character takes the lead, and it can also represent the status of some Chu kings.

Yao Ji walked up to the front of the hall and stood there quietly, looking at the palace of the King of Chu that had been silent in the years for a long time.

"When can I draw my sword?"

Although he said such a sentence before, he naturally knew very well in his heart what position he should be, even if he was awakened by that robe, some sleeping wild people in his body.... Heart.

But in such a story, they are just a foil.

Probably the world doesn't care who sits in that position.

They would only be silent, frightened, restless, or pious, looking at their goddesses.

Yao Ji said calmly: "Anytime, tomorrow can be." ”

Emperor Accompany looked at Yao Ji quietly for a long time.

"Tomorrow is the day of the spring examination of the Hanging Xue Academy."

Yao Ji didn't look at the fat man next to her, just stood there quietly.

Emperor Companion looked back at the world and said, "So I think their farce is ridiculous." ”

"I took the roster from Jing Zhaoyin, and then changed the Nine Divisions to seek the initiative in the fake capital."

Emperor Companion said softly: "Naturally, it's a good idea. ”

"But sometimes I don't understand."

"Why didn't they even ask me, and they were so sure that I would agree with their farce?"

Yao Ji said calmly, "Maybe tomorrow, they will come to ask you." ”

The people of the Hanging Courtyard will bring some written things and hand them over to Jing Zhaoyin to the palace to present.

Yao Ji said, turned to look at Emperor Companion, and said slowly: "So will you say good or bad?" ”

Emperor Companion looked at Yao Ji and said, "Do you think the goddess thinks I want to say yes or not?" ”

Yao Ji turned and walked towards the outside of the hall.

This question was not answered.

In fact, when a person who has always only said good things suddenly asks himself whether he should say good or bad.

He had already decided that he couldn't say it.

If it's still the same as before, it's good.

So what else needs to be asked?

Emperor Companion was quietly isolated in the wind and snow.

A person who will say something bad will be lonely.

He had to adapt to this lonely mood.

The man who was wearing a red-striped imperial robe on a black background turned his head to look at the wind and snow in the world.

As he said, it was just a farce.

Everything is rightfully built on a farce based on what he will say.

Naturally, there is nothing to look at in such a story.