Yan Li stood indifferently at the door of the council hall, watching the wind and snow in the world by the railing.

Behind him, there were attendants and witches and ghosts, standing quietly.

The person I want to see today is the sword cultivator from Huai'an, and Yan Li is naturally not so stupid that he has no defense.

It's just that Yan Li may not have thought that the news came early this morning that the person named Han Cicada was going to enter the palace, but until the twilight snow was full of the world, he still didn't see such a person coming.

But today's divorce did not scold.

Just stood there in great silence.

Silence is the meaning of the face.

As for the heart of His Majesty the Emperor of such a companion, the world is naturally not clear.

But there is bound to be anger in it.

That day-long blizzard has subsided for a while.

Today, not only has the cicada not come, but Ling Yin has not come either.

According to the report of the close attendant, Lord Ling Yin was originally going to enter the palace, but there was a lot of snow on the way, and he was forced to return to Minghefang.

Accompanying Emperor Yanli didn't say anything.

Just quietly waiting.

I don't know how long it took, but His Majesty, who had no authority in the world, narrowed his eyes.

In the middle of the snowstorm palace road, he finally saw a figure walking quietly there, if it weren't for the dark color of the black hair and scabbard.

Such a snow-colored figure would probably also ignore the past in a hurried glance from a high place.

Yan Li subconsciously held the railing, but quickly let go again, and behind his hand, he said calmly: "He's here." ”

The Nanchu Great Witch behind him nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

The attendants are the guard of honor, and the Southern Chuwu is the one to rely on.

Although they are only ten Southern Chu Great Witches, they naturally cannot be the opponent of the Chilling Cicada, but they do not need to be the opponent of the Chilling Cicada.

These Southern Chu Witches are just to prevent the chilling cicadas from suddenly attacking and to delay the existence of time.

Yan Li quietly watched the wind and snow for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "Ling Yin Qing really won't come?" ”

The attendant behind him whispered, "Back to the king, yes." ”

After a question and answer, the hall fell silent.

The palace is idle, and naturally there are no people.

There were no courtiers, no guards, just a few close attendants.

He looked at it for a long time, then turned and walked into the temple.

"Go tell him that Lone is resting."

"Yes."

The attendant did as he was told, and walked down the long staircase.

Although the figure can already be seen in front of the hall, in fact, the palace road is long, the group of halls is located, and it still takes a lot of distance to get here from the position where the cicada is seen.

After all, sorghum was once brilliant.

The palace is also very old.

The attendant descended the long staircase and waited quietly in the wind and snow.

It took a long time for the snow-colored sword cultivator in the wind and snow to finally step on the white snow and walk to the front of the hall.

The attendant glanced at the sword in Han Cicada's hand, didn't say anything, just stood by the sword, and said slowly: "The king is resting, please wait for a while." ”

Standing at His Highness, Han Cicada raised his head and looked up over the layers of snow steps, then lowered his head and said calmly: "Wait a little longer until it is night, do you plan to see me again tomorrow?" ”

The attendant lowered his head slightly, avoided the gaze of the chilling cicada, and said softly, "Sir, don't be impatient. ”

The cicada looked at the attendant silently, the sword in his hand hanging diagonally into the snow.

"First of all, you need to call me Your Majesty."

The attendant shuddered, raised his head, and looked at the sword cultivator in front of him with incredible shock in his eyes.

What the Hanging Temple wants to do, naturally the world knows.

It's just that this servant didn't think about it.

This sword cultivator from the north really said such a sentence here in front of another majesty's palace.

The attendant was stunned to face the cold cicada's gaze, and suddenly felt that the wind and snow had fallen on his shoulder.

He looked back at the hall, and then turned back again, trembling.

This is, of course, a matter of choice.

How do you choose?

In front of him was a great avenue cultivation from the north, which was not high in the entire human cultivation world.

And behind him, there is the long-standing companion emperor in the world, and the companion emperor who has 3,000 witches and ghosts.

The attendant shivered in the wind and snow for a long time, and then moved out of the way.

The chilling cicada did not bother with the actions of the close attendants.

It is naturally pointless to embarrass such a person.

So he took up his sword and went up the steps of the temple.

And the attendant still stood silently in the wind and snow with his head bowed.

In fact, by the time he got out of the way, some choices had already been made.

Whoever is Your Majesty can do it.

And the person in front of him has a sword in his hand, so naturally he will not be stupid enough to block it with his body - the world naturally has no loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor.

After Han Cicada walked up more than ten steps, this attendant suddenly realized something, suddenly raised his head, looked at Han Cicada's back, and said in a trembling voice: "There are three thousand Southern Chu Witches in the palace, Your Majesty." ”

The cicada paused for a moment, then said calmly, "It's okay. ”

Three thousand Southern Chu Wu, naturally it can't be a harmless thing.

At the beginning, those Southern Chu Witches and 800,000 Shuhai Black Armor almost made Lingnan's 80,000 sword cultivators have no return, and they are the Sword Sect in the world, and they all lost some disciples.

And in that night, there were only nearly 100 southern Chu witches.

Naturally, such a thing is extremely heavy.

Even though it was a chilling cicada, when he heard the reminder of the attendant, he subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.

It's just that I've come here alone, and naturally there is no way out.

The cicada calmly stepped over the layers of snow and then stood in front of the temple.

The wind and snow do not stop.

The main hall is deep.

The heavy door was closed.

The chilling cicada doesn't know when it closed.

But it doesn't matter.

He stood in front of the door, brushing away the wind and snow, did not draw his sword, but raised his hand to push the door.

It's like walking into your own home.

......

Minghefang.

Lord Bongjo walked slowly in the snow.

Holding a stove in his arms, he didn't mean to go to the palace, but stopped on the side of the street with great interest and looked at the boy who was playing in the snow under the eaves opposite.

I don't know how long it took, but on the street of Minghefang, there was a gentleman from the Hanging Courtyard.

The gentleman is very old, and judging by the clothes on his body, he should be the gentleman of Wenhuayuan.

Generally speaking, at such an age, most of the people who are still in the hospital are branch directors or something.

The old gentleman is indeed the president of the Wenhua Academy.

Liu Chunfeng once called him Mr. Su that day.

The early spring recruitment of the Hanging Courtyard was also presided over by this old gentleman.

It's just that no one knows why this Wenhua Academy suddenly appeared in such a place as Minghefang.

Since ancient times, Minghefang has been inhabited by people in the court, such as the three princes and nine divisions, such as the former prince's mansion and the prince's mansion.

Lord Bongchang stood there quietly, watching Mr. Su come towards him, and then slowly stopped under the eaves on the side.

The two of them are already white-headed, so naturally they don't need to borrow snow white-headed.

It was all standing under the eaves, looking at the little boy on the opposite side who didn't know which house.

This is obviously a very strange scene.

After all, Lord Fengchang entered the palace and did what Ling Yin did, and he knew about it.

And the Hanging Courtyard is obviously a river opposite to the Imperial Palace.

It's just that the world is dense with snow and wind, and the long street is sparsely populated, even if someone occasionally passes by, they don't notice that the two old people on the side of the road are one is Lord Fengchang and the other is the president of Wenhua Academy.

Maybe it's just the world.

The two watched quietly for a long time, and then Lord Feng Chang said softly: "Looking at the movements in the courtyard, Liu Chunfeng obviously doesn't remember something. ”

Mr. Su smiled and said, "How can they remember such a thing?" The students who have graduated from the 954th year of the Great Wind Calendar are too far away from today's world. ”

Lord Bongchang smiled slightly, "I didn't even think that so much time had passed. ”

Mr. Su sighed softly, "Yes, it's been so long. ”

You see how old he is, and you are as old as you are.

For hundreds of years of the world, this is not even a matter of looking in the mirror.

The two stood on the side of the street with few pedestrians with some embarrassment.

"Looks like you're done." Mr. Su looked at Lord Fengchang and said.

Lord Bongchang said softly: "I have done what I can do, and as for whether I will be unable to hold my breath, that is not something I can control." ”

"It is impossible for him to be calm, Mr. Fang, they have done things quite excessively, they have been humiliated repeatedly, and they have brought a sword into the palace, if he can still calm down in the face of such a thing, he will not be a companion emperor who will only say good in the past."

Mr. Su said slowly.

"What's more, you also gave him the confidence to be breathless, so that Yin Zhiling summoned three thousand Southern Chu Wu into the palace, not to mention him, it is me, with such an existence in my hand, I will not accept that someone wants to step on my head."

Lord Feng Chang looked at the wind and snow in the world and said softly: "Actually, he can do such things by himself." ”

"But he had a hard time thinking of anything like that." Mr. Su said softly, "If he relies on the goddess, he will not fall into the world to think." If that's all there is to it, it's a very difficult thing to deal with. ”

Mr. Su looked in the direction of the Hanging Courtyard to the east of the fake capital.

Fang Zhiqiu did not have a problem thinking about it, and set up another banner on the grounds of an unsolved case thousands of years ago. But not all the time, such a flag is needed. Huangliang has not yet reached the time when he has to change His Majesty. An emperor who is backed by a goddess and has no quarrel with the world will naturally not arouse the emotions of the world to support or oppose anything. ”

Lord Bongchang chuckled softly: "That's why we need to pull him into the human world and fall into the human world, so that he will make mistakes." ”

Mr. Su smiled and said, "Yes, of course, the human world is not only the human world of Liu Chunfeng and his cultivators. The world has its own strength. ”

The story in this alley is not only for the world, but also for Liu Chunfeng and Fang Zhiqiu, and they don't know.

Both of them are very young, although Liu Chunfeng is the dean of the Hanging Academy, he is a person from the Qingniu Academy, and although Fang Zhiqiu is a member of the Wenhua Academy, he is from the Ancestral Courtyard of the Rumor, which is naturally far from the fake capital Hanging Xue Academy.

Only Mr. Su, the dean of the Wenhua Academy, knew something that was much earlier and overlooked.

That is, many years ago, Lord Fengchang was also born in the Hanging Academy, and was selected from the Great Wind Spring Examination.

When Liu Chunfeng forgot something, they conducted the spring examination with great fanfare, with Jing Zhaoyin as the lead, to rearrange the people of the Nine Divisions.

Even he forgot something at that time.

His subconscious either/or thoughts made him trust the Ninth Division's boss.

It's just that how old is the Hanging Temple?

A thousand years.

Such a cultural academy has long been deeply rooted in the world.

Backed by the world, is the true essence of the Hanging Temple, not the cultivation world.

Lord Bongchang looked into the distance of the wind and snow.

"You said that when the Hanging Courtyard heard about the movement in the palace and wanted to enter the capital, how long would the defenders who were transferred from the city guard the city gate?"

Mr. Su said slowly: "Who knows? ”

Naturally, this story is not a dispute between the Hanging Courtyard and the Fake Capital.

It's just a dispute with one person.

When he didn't make any mistakes, relying on the natural advantages of the goddess, it would make it impossible for the world to start.

It's just a few stories from the Wenhua Academy that have changed the situation of this general battle.

The two looked at the Wind and Snow Palace, but they were also silent.

"Chilling ......."

Lord Fengchang said softly: "Three thousand Southern Chu Wu, how long can he last?" ”

Mr. Su was silent.

In this story of the two, what the cicada represents is naturally different.

"It's best if he survives, if he can't survive, there will be new emperors and descendants in the world."

This may be a very despicable thing.

It's just that there are some things that have to be done.

In order to truly let the world break out of the story of the goddess and make their own voice.

In other words.

The world can accept the advent of the goddess.

But the spokesperson of the world can only be from the world, not the goddess.

Man and God can be on a blind date, but they must be divided.

This is the most basic structure of the Cult of Witches and Spirits.

This is also something that the world has figured out and that the goddess can accept.

......

Liu March appeared in the palace, and no one knew how he got in.

But this Taoist from the north, with that ugly body, is trying to climb the eaves of a palace hall, and the Taoist who has not recovered from Shenhai is only a human being, so he is very embarrassed.

The palaces are naturally extremely magnificent, and although they have now fallen silent, silent for thousands of years in the wind and snow, they are not so easy to climb.

If Liu March was not a Taoist, but a little thief who was used to climbing the eaves and turning over the courtyard, he would probably be more reasonable.

Unfortunately he was not, so he climbed until he was out of breath, and finally climbed to the eaves of a palace on the edge of the palace, and sat down with his legs hanging down and his hands on the ridges of those glorious roofs.

Afar.

In the distance was a northern sword cultivator standing in front of the majestic hall, sweeping the snow on his body.

Liu March once called him senior brother yesterday.

Push open this door and you'll never be a killer again.

Liu March thought quietly.

It's just that before that, maybe there will be some baptism to go through.

The man with a twisted body who sat on the roof and watched the show could faintly hear many chants in the whistling wind.

That was the beginning of the witch's trick.

Mixed in the wind and snow, if there is nothing, it is also extremely majestic.

Liu March looked around.

However, maybe it was the wind and snow, maybe they were really well hidden, and Liu March didn't see anything.

It's just that the surging power of witches and ghosts is constantly becoming stronger.

It's like the river Styx hanging high above the world, slowly falling towards the world.

Liu March retracted her gaze and looked at the hall again.

Even though he was a theater watcher, Liu March's mood became heavy at this time.

The sword cultivator in front of the hall had already swept away the snow, raised his hand, and perhaps pressed it on the gate.

So can he hear the voices hidden in the snow?

Times have changed, and if you hide the knife and axe hand today, you will naturally not show any shadow, nor will you make any sound of swords and axes colliding.

But they will chant and bring witchcraft and ghostcraft, like an inextricable river, engulfing that lonely figure.

Liu Yue's shrunken hand clenched subconsciously.

Then he saw the depths of the palace far away.

The sword cultivator let go of his hand and turned around.

With their backs to the temple and the people in it.

Drew his sword.

......

Yan Li naturally never thought of meeting this sword cultivator from the north when he was alive.

Is that a sword cultivator?

No.

It was a sword pointing to his throne.

......

Although the chilling cicada is not a Taoist cultivator.

But the avenues of the world are all from the Hangu view.

The chanting of the magic of witches and ghosts hidden in the wind and snow, he naturally couldn't hear it.

But that doesn't mean he can't spot the strangeness in the snowstorm.

As a killer, mind perception is naturally sharp.

Such a vast and majestic power of witches and ghosts flowing throughout the palace, if this can't be discovered, the cold cicada will naturally not be able to resist the words of the Great Dao Xiu.

It was when he lifted up his hand and pressed it against the door.

His sword began to glow.

So he put down his hand, turned around calmly, and drew his sword.

There was still nothing in the snowstorm.

But the meaning of that kind of witchcraft is already quite strong.

The close attendant of the emperor standing on the wind and snow steps also sensed that something was wrong.

Although he is only a man with a sword, he can also realize many things from the movements of the cicada.

Han Cicada looked at the attendant on the stairs and said calmly, "You need to stay away." ”

It's just that the servant was silent for a while, but he didn't leave, and the matter had come to this point, even if he hid, he couldn't hide anywhere.

Just like what the attendant at the gate of another palace thought.

They don't have a choice.

Instead, the attendant drew his sword and walked up the stairs.

"There is nothing to live if the king dies, that's all, Your Majesty."

This is certainly not loyalty.

It's just that the situation is pressing.

When he faced the sword of the cicada and let him go, his majesty could only be the cicada.

If the cicada dies here today, he will naturally be executed by the Hangli.

Of course, there is more to the world than loyalty.

Loyalty is precious and rare.

People tend to just go with the flow.

So two men with swords stood in front of the Wind and Snow Palace.

It's just that one is the Great Dao Sword Cultivation of the World.

And the other is just a man with a sword.

The chilling cicada said nothing.

The sound of singing in the wind and snow gradually became clear.

Gathered together, it is like the voice of thousands of people in the same language.

There was a wind and snow in the witchcraft, and it was broken.

The first thing that appeared in the twilight snow of the night was a huge black flower.

The cicada quietly looked at the grimace flower that symbolized the River Styx, and said in a flat voice, "It seems that we need to kill a lot of people today." ”

The attendant held his sword and said, "I am willing to fight with Your Majesty." ”

So there was a sword light that cut through the wind and snow.