Thinking of a possibility, Wang Jinglu's face began to pale slightly.

After a while, his pride was finally defeated by the fear of the unknown. He grunted unpleasantly and stretched out 10 fat fingers like 10 overnourished white lilies. Powerful vibrations instantly passed through the carriage and into the surroundings, blasting open the doors and the remaining curtains. Then there was a clear silence that seemed to sweep out of the carriage.

But the next moment, he was extremely embarrassed to find that his body had been frozen, as if it had become a stone in the rain.

The whole alley has become another world. He tried a gesture that would free him, but this caused a great upheaval in the qi of heaven and earth. The rain puddle on the blue stone slab began to tremble violently, jumping into the air and falling erratically, like the crazy dance performed by the people of the Great River Kingdom during the annual Spring Festival sacrifice.

The air above the alley has turned into Master Haotian's magic workshop. All the raindrops that fell that night turned into a ball of sharp knives and sharp hailstones!

Countless raindrops turned into countless knives. When they fell from the night sky into the carriage and into the alley, they cut the planks of the hut, breaking it to pieces. They fell into the driver's seat and turned it into sawdust. They fell on two yoke horses, and before they could make a whine of protest, the two beasts were reduced to minced meat!

The raindrops fell into the alley, and everything around the carriage began to crush and disintegrate. The strangest thing is that the rain that falls in the carriage really seems to be a gentle spring rain. When it hit Wang Jinglu's pale cheeks, it left behind..., not blood.

Wang Jinglu sat in the rain, looking extremely pitiful, surrounded by the pitiful wreckage of the carriage, and his clothes were already soaked. A few wet hairs stuck to his forehead, too weak to stand up. He stared distraughtly at the raindrops falling from the night sky. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, not knowing if it was because of the cold or because of panic.

He stared with some difficulty at the four alleys that surrounded him in the desolate night. He stared at the raindrops dancing in the alley, and saw that the four alleys combined with the rainwater, vaguely forming the word "well", which is the word for a well. His pale lips trembled slightly, and he began to mumble to himself.

"Amulet?"

Rain trickled down from his wet hair, and Wang Jinglu shook her head desperately, frantically searching for traces of the enemy in the evening storm. His usual pride and self-confidence have long since turned to despair and fear. He suddenly began to cough violently, bent over, and began to slam the raindrops around him with his bare hands, crying like a bullied child.

"Impossible! How could such a rune master exist!

"Who drew this amulet?"

He entered the initial state of consciousness at the age of four, the state of perception at the age of six, the state of knowing the undoubted state at the age of eleven, the state of perspective at the age of sixteen, and after another ten years he jumped from the bottom to the top of the state of perspective. With his winning streak, he conquered all cultivators below the Heavenly Mandate Realm. There is no doubt that Wang Jinglu of the Xuanguo Kingdom of the Tang Empire is a genius in cultivation.

But Wang Jinglu clearly knows that more young people are coming out of the unknown, and they are talented and powerful. He's not as smart as people think before they play them.

So, he wanted people to call him a calm and experienced cultivator, not a young genius. He wants to have a calm personality commensurate with great ability, so he always coughs despite his young and healthy nature. This is his way of pretending to be calm and experienced.

But at the moment, he was sitting in the rain coughing, scared and uneasy. He looked at the figure around the corner of the alley, a tall and thin Taoist priest, trembling even more than before.

The old man was wearing a dirty robe with a lot of stains. His eyes are triangular and his beard is long and sparse. He looked evil, a, not at all like an extraordinary expert.

"It took me half a day to draw this amulet. What do you think?

The old Taoist priest stared at Wang Jinglu in the rain. At his feet, the middle-aged man in the Prince's Mansion was already a corpse. The clothes and skin were peeling like paint, and the deceased looked terrible.

Wang Jinglu smiled bitterly and said to the Taoist priest: "In this country, there are only ten rune masters, and among them, those who want to wear Taoist robes are the four rune masters of the southern sect of Haotian Taoism.

"Of course, this rune is scary, because it takes the rune master half a day to draw. The street was used as paper, and the rain was used as ink. I just don't understand, why didn't you just kill me?

The rune master frowned, waved his arm and drew a character in the air, protecting him from the rain, and he shook his head. "There are some people I don't care about at all, such as Sadu of Yue Lun Kingdom, swordsmen of Southern Jin Kingdom, and old men of the military department, but you are different. I ordered you to stay away from this, and this is to protect you.

"Wang Jinglu, you are still so young, but before the Heavenly Mandate Realm, you have broken all the barriers. This is impressive and rare. I heard the news of the Academy, the comments of the Lord of the Kingdom and the Emperor's younger brother, and they all thought that you could break through the last barrier and reach a state higher than the Five States. It has been a long time since our country had a young genius, so I hope you will live another 40 years.

Wang Jinglu's facial expression kept fluctuating.

"Don't go back to work for the prince again. Serve in the army and fight on the front lines for 3 years to atone for your crimes.

After speaking, the rune master turned around and walked towards the dark alley, muttering, "The old Chao of the Spring Breeze Pavilion is not a cat or a dog. If he's so easy to kill, why don't I kill him for 10 years? ”

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...

Chao Xiaoshu waved his arm, and the green steel sword flew back into his hand.

He turned around and looked at Ning Que to make sure that the young man was not seriously injured. He nodded at Ning Que, put his sword into its sheath, and walked forward along the alley.

He stopped at the top of Chunfeng Pavilion Street and looked ahead. Ning Que raised his arm and wiped the rain from his forehead, looking in the same direction. He was silent for a long time, and then asked, "Are you still waiting for someone?"

"Yes," Chao Xiaoshu said, with his right hand on the hilt of his sword, "I'm waiting for someone named Wang Jinglu, but it seems that he won't come again."

Ning Que frowned and moved his pod from his right hand to his left. "Why?"

Chao Xiaoshu turned around, looked at Ning Que's black mask, and smiled. "It's not easy to have a cultivation genius in this country, maybe someone doesn't want him to die."

"I'm not as confident as you." Ning Que recalled the previous battle and thought of those powerful cultivators. He knew that if it weren't for Chao Xiaoshu in front of him, he would have died a long time ago. He said, "If it was the man behind you who saved us, why didn't he save us earlier?" Why does he want you to work so hard?

"I've already explained it to you on Lin 47th Street. Once that person is known, no one in Chang'an will dare to go on like this anymore. Then it is impossible to know how much power the nobility really had and what they wanted.

Chao Xiaoshu suddenly asked, "Do you want to go with me?"

Ning Que raised his right arm and wiped the blood rain on the blade with his sleeve. He sheathed his knife and nodded.

Now that the rain is light, the streets and alleys around the Spring Breeze Pavilion are drizzling.

Chao Xiaoshu's hand moved from the hilt of the sword to his back. He walked in the silent streets. His indigo robe was still neat and neat, and the expression on his face was still calm. Everything seemed to be the same, except that his face looked paler than before.

Ning Que followed behind him, tearing his clothes and bandaging his wounds as he walked. Although those injuries were not serious, he had lived in Minshan for a long time, and he still used up every drop of blood and every trace of strength.

They walked through the rainy, damp streets around the Spring Breeze Pavilion, as if they were tigers or lions that had just fought a bloody battle, and began to patrol their territory.

When they returned to the gate of the court, Chao Xiaoshu looked exhausted. He rubbed the skin between his brows, lifted his robe, and sat down on the wet stairs.

Several remnants of the Tang Army shouted and rushed towards him.

Ning Que pulled out the pod and slashed forward. Every time the wave path falls, the enemy falls. Soldiers are like trees that have been cut down. Ning Que muttered to himself at the same time, "No swordsman can avoid injury. I'll kill you with a knife or two......"

Exhausted, Chao Xiaoshu was still sitting on the stairs, supporting himself with a scabbard. He looked at the scene in front of him and knew that Ning Que had learned to kill not only in the army, but also in many bloody battles.