Where the other adults are, probably not very important.

Of course, they can stand in front of the palace gate like Lord Zuo Shi, ready to record many stories.

You can also hide in the dark and watch some of the things that these people in the world have planned for the Chu kings who have cultivated the four-fold sword.

Lord Yin's death was at noon today.

The story of an old man who was obviously smashed into pulp, but was told that the world was a sudden brain disease and died, really made some courtiers have a very ridiculous idea in their hearts.

It's just that some stories naturally don't come because of such a ridiculous idea.

They may have been earlier.

For example, it started when a young man looked at the emperor and had a lot of disappointment.

Standing silently in front of the palace gate, he looked at the master Zuo Shi who was struggling to write, and said softly: "Your Excellency recorded everything truthfully? ”

Zuo Shi stretched out his hand and stretched out the pen in his hand with dried ink to the servant on the side, who handed over the ink in the inkstone and re-smeared the pen.

The adult continued.

"Yes. What the king knows, what the king doesn't know, of course everything is written into it. ”

There was a hint of excitement and excitement in the young man's eyes, which was obviously a little different from such a young man's quiet name and quiet style.

Perhaps those things were enough to make a teenager like this throbbing with excitement.

"I'll go down in history in the future, won't I?"

Master Zuo Shi's pen pressed on the book, paused for a moment, and then wrote down the stroke again.

That's a pinch of the word water.

The first two words are the River Styx.

The water of forgetting worries is the water of the River Styx.

The water of forgetting worries is, of course, the water of the River Styx.

In such a great river hanging above the world, there is an extremely strong power of the Styx.

Probably only in this way can the world not be disturbed by the past in the process of going back and forth to the world.

"There has never been such a thing in the world, when a subordinate poisoned a king with the waters of the River Styx."

Zuo Shi calmly recorded those things and said lightly.

"Maybe it will indeed go down in history, but it won't be a thousand-year-old stinch."

As a small official of the Zuo Shi Mansion, Ning Jing naturally knew these things, but the young man just stood there with a soft smile.

"Let a Huai'an person be the emperor of Huangliang, but this Huai'an person only thinks about merging Huangliang into Huai'an, this is probably a blasphemy against the history of Huangliang."

It was very quiet in front of the palace gate.

It's probably like the sentence that a girl named Li Qinghua was very surprised when she stood in the middle of this southern capital and thought about it - Zhang Xiaoyu, you see, there are all Huangliang people here.

Whether Zhang Xiaoyu will sneer and say that Huangliang is not all Huangliang people, is it still Huai'an people, such a sentence is unknown.

But that sentence is undoubtedly extremely objective and sincere.

Of course, Huangliang is a Huangliang people.

Even if the world lives in the windy dynasty for thousands of years, Huangliang will not regard himself as a Huai'an person.

Daze is horizontal, and the two places are divided, so it is naturally difficult for the two lands to truly assimilate into the same kind of people.

It is the prosperity of the Northern Avenue, and the Hanging Yuan is also an attempt to use the world of culture, but the oldest belief in this land is still the witch and ghost god cult.

They still consider themselves to be the people of gods and ghosts, not the people of His Majesty the Demon Emperor.

Even Ling Yin, when faced with the news of the goddess's return to heaven, had an extremely shocked look - as if, as if the people who sincerely overthrew the king of Chu chosen by the goddess at the beginning had never been them.

Some stories, inherited in the bloodline, are naturally indelible and indelible.

"If the king is not affected by the power of the River Styx, then no courtiers will survive today."

Zuo Shi didn't care about the young man's generous words, but just said calmly and solemnly.

Tranquility was silent for a while, looked at Zuo Shi quietly, and said softly: "So adults, you must record it in a more real and detailed way." ”

History books are for posterity.

Whether it is right or wrong can only be known by future generations.

This is probably the reason why the position of human historian has been inherited from ancient times, both in the north and the south.

Zuo Shi didn't say anything, and still wrote there seriously.

may have written that today Ling Yin Zhi died.

In the first year of the new calendar of Chu, the king did not care about the government and drank in the high-rise building, so that Yin Wen was summoned and fell to his death.....

Tranquility stood aside and watched silently.

The lights of the long street suddenly flickered.

The boy looked back at the lanterns on the streets, which were blown by the inexplicable wind.

Although the young man is not a cultivator, he has only spent some time in the Sword Academy after all, and he can be regarded as having some knowledge.

Tranquility looked at it for a long time, turned his head, and said softly, "The king seems to be drawing his sword. ”

It was a sign that the sword wind and sword intent fell to the world.

Master Zuo Shi's hand froze—the world may look at the extremely rich manuscript of the annals thousands of years later, and guess what happened at that time.

"If I find out that I have suddenly been hit by some very strange and strange toxin, I will also be angry and want to draw my sword and kill people."

Zuo Shi said slowly, and continued to write.

Tranquility was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Adults write faster, otherwise it may not be too late to finish writing." ”

Zuo Shi nodded calmly, and the officials on the side handed the ink over again.

The young man stooped down, picked up the stele again, tucked it in the crook of his arm, and headed towards the palace.

Of course, the young man is still confined to the Zuo Shi Mansion.

It's just that today's Zuoshi Mansion is probably very large, and it has been from Minghefang to the palace.

......

The taste of those bitter sherbacies is also a little different from the past.

This reminded Han Cicada of the first sip of bitter wine he had drunk when he first crossed Daze and came to a small town under the Yellow Mountains in the Moque City Pass.

The bitter wine in the winter snow, even if it is too hot, still has a bitter and cold taste.

But the wine of that time was naturally different from today.

It's not just the first time I've seen a snowstorm over a mountain or river.

It's that there's something else in the wine.

The cicada looked at the glass quietly.

Then he turned his head to look at the servant who was staggering away on the twilight palace road.

The emperor was silent for a long time, then picked up the pot of wine, brought it to his lips and took a big sip.

When the cicada drank those Huai'an wines, what he felt was probably not false.

The wine is indeed mixed with water.

It's just not the water of the world.

It's the water of the River Styx.

When the cicada noticed these things, the meaning of the sip of wine that he drank again was extremely clear and distinct.

This is not the ordinary Styx water that flows in the human world, but the kind of Styx water that is extremely close to the depths of the Yellow Mountain Range.

People in the world often use the name of forgetting worries, especially in Huai'an.

Back then, His Majesty Emperor Huai was very fond of drinking this kind of worry-free water.

It's just that not everyone is that kind of emperor named Ji Wuxu.

That emperor was only afraid of two people in his life, one was called Li Er, and the other was called Tsing Yi.

So he can drink the water of the River Styx as wine, but the cicada obviously can't.

Therefore, after that sip of wine fell into his stomach, this emperor clearly perceived the erosion of the extremely strong power of the Styx towards the Divine Sea.

At this point, this Liuyun Sword Cultivator, who had never thought of these things, found that the sword intent in the Divine Sea had been eroded a little.

So this sword cultivator inevitably remembered the joke made by a certain Daomen overhaul in Nanyi City.

The white-clothed demon who was able to kill a spirit witch with one punch, but because the sea of gods was eroded by the power of the Styx, he almost died in the mountain wind and snow of the Youhuang Mountain Range.

Whether it is sword cultivation, Taoist cultivation, or the former Buddhism, the cultivation is naturally the vitality of heaven and earth.

Only the people of the Witch Cult are different, what they practice is the power of the River Styx.

It is a kind of thing that is diametrically opposed to the vitality of heaven and earth, and sometimes even the same as fire and water.

The cicada calmly put down the flask in his hand and looked at the power of the River Styx that was like maggots on tarsal bones, heading towards the sea of gods.

This Liuyun Sword Cultivator finally remembered something.

He was not in Huai'an, but in Huangliang, and the River Styx hung overhead.

So how could there be no existence in this world that could hold him hostage?

The cicada felt a little drunk.

Therefore, this sword cultivator held the sword in his hand, stood on the railing of the tall building, and raised his eyes to look at the long street of the world in the twilight.

He saw the young man with the stone tablet in the crook of his arm, silently passing through the lights rising in the world, towards the palace.

This Liuyun Sword cultivator stood with his sword, but he also had to sigh.

"What a young man."

Han Cicada admitted that he had always been wary of those people who were in the Huangliang Witch and Ghost Dao, and he was also wary of those who were in the midst of the Wu Armor and Jian Yuan Sword Cultivation - under the divine light, the world was naturally extremely strong, and Jian Yuan, Qi Jingyuan's original sword trick of going to death, undoubtedly gave this sword cultivation an extremely heavy lesson.

He even thought that these people from Huangliang would secretly go to Nanyi City and invite those cultivators from the Hanging Courtyard back.

It's just those things above, nothing happens.

So some of the behaviors of such a young man who were not subtle were also ignored by this emperor.

Zuo Shifu was all the way to the palace, and Han Cicada finally realized many things.

Of course, this is not something that Zuo Shi can decide alone.

Han Cicada has never been a qualified emperor, and even as a sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect, he only has Liu Yueyue, a Daoist disciple, who can say more in the palace.

Only then did he understand the many stories that were secretly surging in such a palace of the King of Chu.

Han Cicada was unwilling to be the emperor of Huangliang, so those courtiers probably wouldn't be willing to admit such a sword cultivator from Huai'an.

This emperor with the drunkenness from the water of the River Styx sighed, but his expression gradually cooled.

It is indeed a foolish people, and indeed a fool.

Yan Li didn't scold at all.

It's just that the cold cicada quickly reacted, how can the ministers of the world be stupid and stupid?

It's just that they don't know the stories of many high-level people in the world.

Even if it is a chilling cicada, you can only guess through those clues that the goddess is no longer in the world.

How can those people in the palace of the King of Chu know?

They may still firmly oppose the goddess's rule of the world, but they sincerely borrow the deterrence brought to the north by such an ancient Chu god and ghost to have many Spring and Autumn dreams.

When he thought of this, the look on the face of the cold cicada gradually changed from cold to a kind of sarcastic, as if sarcastic.

"The goddess is dead, Serenity."

The chill cicada smiled sarcastically and pathetically.

The color of this sword cultivator's face was a little pale, but there was also a strange flush.

The power of the River Styx would bring extremely heavy damage to any Huai'an cultivator.

In the palace, the cicada unknowingly drank so much water of the River Styx, and at the moment of discovery, that trauma had naturally penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

So the emperor smiled and began to cough, and the emperor, who was standing on the railing of the tall building with his sword, coughed up a lot of blood.

It fell on the side of those bars like a lot of charred curtains—both red and black.

It's like a stage that has been set up, but in the end there is a sudden fire, so some babbling singing, in the end, in the smell of those curtains burning, turned into a farce and left.

This is probably indeed a farce.

The cicada lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand that was lit with green fire.

People do forget sometimes.

Such a sword cultivator is just because he received 20,000 yuan from a certain Taoist and came to Huangliang to kill another Taoist.

Who would have thought that this killer would end up becoming an emperor in a daze?

This may also be the reason why the cicada himself was moved by some of the things he saw.

Maybe it wasn't until now that Han Cicada finally understood that the world that the people of Huangliang had in their hearts and minds was probably never the same as what they understood.

Their gaze was cut off by Daze, and they never saw that far.

But the piety and zeal of the past are also true.

It's just that the great rivers of the world never flow together.

The cicada coughed up some blood, and calmly raised her hand to wipe the corners of her lips.

As a killer sword cultivator, injuries are of course commonplace.

The tall buildings gradually have a cold wind, and the emperor quietly overlooks the capital city located in the south of the world, and the lights in the world are very prosperous.

The people of the world may not know what kind of story is going on tonight.

Han Cicada held the sword in his hand, and the green fire on the sword began to jump.

Since the afternoon, those sword fires have been rising, and it is only now that they finally have some momentum to ignite the night.

This sword can fall towards the Divine Capital, or it can fall towards the False Capital.

For the chilling cicada, this is naturally something that no one can stop.

What is the thought of in the world, how can it be just the grinding of the sword cliff in the world?

It's just that the cicada looked at it for a long time, and finally left this capital, and looked at the divine capital outside the fake capital, where the divine light gradually became hoarse.

Such a Taoist who is sitting in the divine capital and waiting, probably will not know the stories in the fake capital.

So he wouldn't understand that such an emperor standing in the wind with pain, in those incomparably cold thoughts, after how much entanglement, would choose not to go to the fake capital.

It's like the cicada used to always look at the ugly-looking Taoist and say pity.

If Liu March didn't go to the avenue to see, it would probably be a pity.

Therefore, this sword cultivator finally gave up his anger against the young man and the many courtiers behind the young man.

Standing at the gate of the palace in a hurry, Lord Zuo Shi, who recorded the story of the world, did not guess wrong.

Although the water of the River Styx was not ineffective for such a sword cultivator, it was not as easy as they imagined that such a sword cultivator could easily poison and kill such a sword cultivator in the palace.

Han Cicada stood the scabbard in his hand on the railing of the tall building, and those sword flames jumped up, and countless sword intent vitality fell on the long sword with the moment this sword cultivator held the hilt.

It's just a four-fold chilling cicada, if you want to cut off the shackles of those divine powers for Liu Yueyue, there is no other choice than to ignite the divine sea.

The young man had already walked on the palace road, holding the stone tablet in the crook of his arm, and was sincerely coming in the direction of the Windward Tower.

The cicada glanced at him calmly, didn't say anything, and just fell to the sword that was about to be unsheathed in front of him.

A green fire sprang up on the sleeves of the cicada, and then spread extremely quickly to the entire arm.

It was some of the flames that leaked out from the process of igniting the Divine Sea.

Tiangongsi once commented with great emotion on the sword technique of sword cultivation to ignite the sea of gods—this is a sword technique that is extremely imaginative and realistic and objective.

Sword cultivators may not know what the world's best principles are contained in the practice of igniting the Divine Sea, and what is the relationship between the missing particle expounded by the Dao Saint.

But it is undeniable that they are the pioneers of the Tiangong Division in the development of the Chaos Machine.

In the night, the sword fire burst out, and all the heaven and earth vitality gathered and condensed on a single sword.

The cicada's face was pale, and the corners of his lips were overflowing with blood, but his expression was extremely calm. Holding the sword upside down in his right hand, he calmly lifted an inch upward.

Countless sword winds and sword intent blew towards the world.

The lights of the whole fake capital are swaggering - when those dazed people look up at such a gale, they may finally realize that there will be some very unusual stories happening in the fake capital tonight.

It's just that when they have such a conjecture in their hearts.

The sword, which was full of green fire, had already changed from one inch to three feet.

The sword intent on the sword turned into an extremely large blade, and it was only three feet away from this human world.

Countless stone slabs were shocked by the momentum of the sword intent and burst out, turning into a human sword mark that went straight to the divine capital.

The young man stood quietly downstairs in the wind, looking at the Haoran sword that was close at hand, no more than three feet above the head of the world, and his heart was full of horror.

If a practitioner is willing to pay homage to the world, the world can be safe and sound.

Just three feet above the head is probably already an extremely merciful thing.

Tranquility's face was pale, and Lord Zuo Shi, who was standing outside the palace gate, and the history books in his hands were extremely messy by the sword wind, were also pale, and the countless ministers of the fake capital who stood in the night may be the same.

The water of the River Styx mixed with wine and drunk may not have had as heavy an impact on a sword cultivator with abundant sword intent as they imagined.

Everyone looked at the tall building in horror.

This sword is going to the divine capital.

So will there be a second sword falling on the false capital?

The pale-faced young man was silent for a long time, holding the stone tablet, and began to climb towards the hundred-foot tall building.

The former Du Ninglang is here again.