The bright moon enters the window, obscuring the seven or eight starlight, the stone bridge is solemn, the flowers on both sides of the strait are dancing, the willows are smoky, the fine floating light is painted in white, the sparkling precipitation scene is quiet and beautiful, better than countless in the world.

Seeing this scene, the scholar of the night tour turned over his hand to take the pen and paper, moistened the pen and ink, and could not write for a long time, so he abandoned the pen and sat by the river, chuckling calmly.

The young man sitting cross-legged on the bed opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to summon the ghost face of Yama, covered his face, coughed lightly, and woke up the scholar who was drunk under the willow.

"Tell me where Ni Guang's family is in Linzi, and what are the roles of the servants and guards?"

"Huh?"

Zhuge Ling turned his head, let out a curious whisper, and then looked at the picturesque night, shook his head, and replied: "What time is it, Ni Guang has two private houses in Linzi, one is used to raise the master of the door, and the other is to hide the Dan weapon warlock. ”

"The moon enters the window, what time do you say!"

Zhuge Ling looked up at the moon, his mind was full of beautiful scenery, and he couldn't think of a reason for a while, so he had no choice but to take out the copper coin, tossed it lightly, looked at the arrangement of the flowers, and said: "Go north, find a place to ambush after the fifth street, it doesn't take too long, and the things you think about will naturally come unexpectedly." ”

Luoyang nodded, and looked at the scholar who was once again fascinated by the beautiful scenery, and disappeared into the night, difficult to detect.

The wind rose, there were ripples in the river, the beautiful scenery was gone, Zhuge Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly, stretched his waist dissatisfiedly, sighed and annoyed by the breeze, and jumped to the north, the beautiful scenery is gone, there is still a big drama to watch, one gain and one loss, it is good.

In the second watch, an old carriage went out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the carved wooden window hole opened a line, and the fragrance of flowers flowed into the carriage, catering to the sound of the pipa in the unknown place, and it started and closed.

Ni Guang leaned against the window, gently turning the plain white jade ring on his thumb, thinking about King Zhao's reply, considering the trade-offs, rather than letting the Zhao army enter the country and wreak havoc, he was more inclined to seize the imperial power by himself, and negotiate with all forces in the Luotian Secret Realm.

As for what King Yan said about the merger of Qi into Yan State, Ni Guang did not consider it, for two reasons, Yan Guo was not credible, and the men of Qi State would not let go of traitors.

The neck bell was crisp, the old carriage turned around the corner, and before it could move forward again, a cold light tore through the night, and the plain white sword qi roared through the street, carving a trench of several feet on the smooth bluestone street.

The gray smoke dissipated, and the hazy young man's figure became clearer, with short black hair, a hideous face, and an ordinary sword in his hand, black clothes as solemn as night, and his qi was as sharp as a sword.

The coachman hurriedly tightened the reins, the horse stopped, and snorted dissatisfiedly, the coachman squinted at the realistic Yama ghost face, and secretly killed in his heart, and shouted coldly: "Zi Bu is strange and confused, where are you a thief, do you know who is blocking the people, chariots and horses?"

"Ni Guang, tell me, is it true or false that you planned to occupy the former queen? Is it true or false that you have the intention to rebel?"

"It's really good, the Great Qi is majestic for thousands of years, although he has succumbed to the underworld, he still has integrity, at this time the situation is no different from boiling frogs in warm water, and I would rather fight him vigorously than his slow death. ”

Ni Guang replied loudly, not in a hurry, through the conversation between Luoyang and the coachman, he could probably guess the identity of the person who came, either the apostle or Yama.

Luoyang raised his eyebrows slightly, put his sword back into its sheath, and shouted coldly: "At this moment, give up your plan, return the talisman, disperse the doormen and warlocks, and be your minister with peace of mind, I can not blame the past." ”

If you go outside in advance, you must first settle inside, and Ni Guang's uncertain factors will either be eliminated or killed, leaving him with no third way.

"I'm sorry, forgive me!" Ni Guang said coldly, tapping on the wall of the car, signaling the coachman to do it, the realm is not enough for Sanhua, whether he is an apostle of the underworld or a person from Yama, whether he is dead or alive.

The coachman smiled hideously, flew in front of the carriage, clenched his fists with both hands, retreated and hugged, the points around his body shone with starlight, the astrological armor protected the vital points around his body, and the force under his feet shattered a few pieces of masonry.

Luoyang stood calmly in place, confronted for a long time, and the coachman took the lead in attacking, raising his fist to attack Luoyang, and directly took the vital point in the chest.

The plain white light flashed through the street, dazzling, Luoyang slowly pressed down his waist, stepped forward, the golden and white streamer dispersed into the night before and after, and the sword in Luoyang's hand was broken into dozens of pieces, and fell on the street before and after.

The coachman maintained the posture of punching, his eyes were wide with anger, the wind rose, the leaves fell, and the coachman suddenly fell to the ground, and the sword qi penetrated the bones, and the vitality was broken.

The street returned to dead silence again, the carriage stopped in place, and the sound of the corpse falling to the ground was extremely harsh, Ni Guang stroked the plain white jade ring again, lifted his breath and broke the sedan chair into the air, and slapped two palms in a row to the young man without a sword in his hand, and then gently floated next to the broken car, looking at the coachman's injury, quietly looking at the size of the shadow on the street, and secretly remembering it in his heart.

Liu San is not a mediocre hand, he was killed by a sword, and presumably the elusive instantaneous step took most of the credit.

The golden palm print fell in the air, the size of the zhang, which can cover the stars and the moon, and can collapse the attic, Luoyang judged the situation, calmly took out a sword, floated back dozens of steps, and avoided the palm power.

A roar led to the lights of thousands of homes, and the roof tiles on both sides of the empty street trembled slightly, rolling up countless dust, and the gravel was like rain, knocking on the doors and house tiles, endlessly.

Luoyang paced forward, stepping out of the dust, carrying a new sword, his eyes were indifferent, chilling, Ni Guang squinted his eyes slightly, and then took out a palm, and the golden palm print swept out with the cracked and disintegrating earth and stone, like a monstrous earth wave, indestructible, and could destroy the city.

Luoyang stopped and retreated, Qingfeng came out of the sheath, startled the sword and roared, and the shining golden light swayed upside down, hanging upside down Qiongxiao, and scattered all the palm prints of the earth waves.

Before the gray fell down, the black clothes floated, flying more than ten steps in an instant, and the moonlight fell on the face of the Yama ghost, turning into a dazzling bright red, and the green blade slashed horizontally, straight towards Ni Guang's neck.

"Chiba Prajna!"

Three flowers bloomed behind Ni Guang, not dodging or dodging, his hand couldn't move the diamond seal, he turned his hand and slapped it towards the green blade, his strength was secret, and he didn't let go.

The palm is strong, Luoyang is not a heavenly sword in his hand, he does not dare to confront it head-on, calmly collects the sword and escapes into the night, and secretly looks at the great Qi minister standing with his back.

The ghost shadow was lost, and there was silence all around, Ni Guang got up, slapped and sorted out the messy court clothes, and privately scanned the shadows on the street, talking to himself, talking to himself.

"People are forced out, if you don't force yourself, you will be persecuted by others, born in this world, more is involuntarily, under the crown of Yama, stop, please believe the old man, the old man under the rule of the Great Qi will be more than ten times more prosperous than now!"

The shadows were rippling, and Luoyang slowly emerged from the shadows under the eaves, appearing in front of Ni Guang's eyes in a bright and upright manner, and he summoned the Heavenly Sword with his hand, ready to fight quickly and completely kill the root of the bane.

"Be careful, this old guy is very good at hiding, I can't say what else to do!"

Zhuge Lingpan sat on the roof at the end of the street, dragging a mirror, watching the battle and playing with the moonlight, seemingly enjoying himself, very comfortable, but in fact, there were endless waves in his heart.

The intelligence agency of the Immortal League has a big problem, according to the information they provided, Ni Guang is just a powerless hero, but the actual Ni Guang is indeed a refined Buddhist cultivator, at least a major repair in the Sanhua realm!

This is a big matter, it must be solved as soon as possible, if you want to chase the Central Plains, Xianmeng can't become blind and deaf.

Luoyang did not respond to Zhuge Ling's transmission, nor did he agree to Ni Guang's request, his wrist moved lightly, the heavenly sword bloomed with golden mangs, a hundred sword qi crisscrossed the streets, and a thousand layers of sword light slaughtered Jiuzhou.

On weekdays, Luoyang may consider Ni Guang's proposal, but now it is really not possible, Qi and Qin are facing each other, Ni Guang is very ambitious, King Qin is also very ambitious, and the two ambitious kings are very unsuitable for the current environment.

The master protects the King of Qin, and Luoyang can't kill the King of Qin, so Ni Guang has to die!

Ni Guang floated back, his body flashed with dazzling golden Buddha light, his palms flew up and down to scatter the close-range sword light, his eyes narrowed, staring at the heavenly sword, beware of the rumored sword that the ghosts and spirits of the thirty-six counties couldn't even raise their heads.

The disintegrating sword qi did not wait for all to fall, Luoyang strode forward, attacking all the way, the heavenly sword slashed in a circle, and Ni Guang, who had three thousand sword pressures, retreated one after another, not daring to slack off in the slightest, and his heartstrings became tighter and tighter.

Then out of a hundred swords, Luoyang closed the sword on the side, stepped on the two instruments, the heavenly sword swallowed the streamer, the hidden potential was exhausted, the step was flat, the body was like a shock, the sword was shadowless, and the white horse pierced through the heart of Ni Guang's eyebrows between the gaps, planning in every way, and a thousand ambitions, which came suddenly.

Collecting the sword and hiding the edge, Luoyang calmly walked into the shadows on the side of the street, calm and relaxed, and in the red dust of murder, he did not stay for thousands of miles.

In the middle of the night, the sound of chaotic hooves broke the street that had just been silent, the bright lights illuminated the iron clothes of the soldiers, and the bloody war horses were smelling throbbing, and the horse's hooves moved lightly in response to the owner's uncalm heart.

Minister Ni Guang was assassinated and died, judging from the street traces and the killing sword, it should be the apostle of the underworld, the monarch died violently, the prince was poisoned, Yan Zhao privately stationed troops at the border, and the border of Qi and Qin was also constantly rubbing, the demon trail was hidden, the ghost reappeared, the mountain rain was coming, the heaven and the earth were demons, each of them was not good!

Sighing and powerless, the generals converged their minds, looked at the bright moon in the sky, didn't dare to think about it, and only expected the lanterns to be the same as old every year.

"General Cao, it's dark, let's go back to the camp!"

The secret guard jumped out of the shadows and knelt on one knee, although it was a soft voice, it implied countless swords, and it was too late at night to see the position clearly.

The warlord nodded, thinking about what was next.

Xiangye is ambitious and can't tolerate the new monarch, and the new monarch naturally can't tolerate Xiangye, Ni Guangheng is not strange when he dies, if he doesn't die, it will be strange.

"Please. ”

"Yes, the general is polite. ”

The general surnamed Cao hugged his fists and saluted, rode his horse and turned around, no one went to inform the Prime Minister, no matter whether this matter was related to the lord or not, it was impossible for the Ni family to stay alive, and the monarch's feet were full of corpses and a sea of blood, and it was impossible to sit on that golden throne without experiencing wind and rain.

Ouchi Shrine, Lonely and Cold Golden Palace, Feng Ling sat on the throne alone, caressing Xu Ziyou's face on the scroll with her bare hands, there was a note on the side of the bookcase, the flowing clouds gradually obscured the moonlight, the lights in the hall were shaking, Feng Ling's eyes flashed a trace of red, and she spit out a word, "Kill!"

The sky changed abruptly, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, Feng Ling rolled up the picture scroll and hugged it in her arms, her lips trembled, and hundreds of secret guards outside the hall flashed out, filling the lonely rainy night with all kinds of murderous intentions.

The Zhumen toppled down, the cloister painted the pavilion, the dangerous building and the pavilion made soil overnight, the monarch was angry, and the corpses were million, nothing more.

The heavy rain stopped, and a dull white of the fish's belly floated in the east, and the brilliance was very dim but finally bright.

Feng Ling held the picture scroll and looked in the direction of the Prime Minister's Mansion, her handsome face was sickly pale, and it only took one night to go from kindness and generosity to blood-stained hands.