The tender willow is in the wind, the fragrance is faintly moving, the ripples scatter the clouds in the middle of the lake, the seven or eight brigade birds swim by, quietly stop on the glazed tiles of the painting pavilion, look around, and tell the commendable vision to the plain-clothed beauty who holds the scroll and reads hard in the pavilion.

The breeze swirled through the gallery, stopping in the pavilion for a moment, and the few strands of green silk that playfully held Yiren behind his ears blew off again.

The two or three words on the scroll were blocked, and Liu Yan hooked the green silk behind her ears, her mind was intoxicated by the beauty between the lines, but her eyes were still unwavering.

Luo Yang stretched his brows slightly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook, and he nodded in response: "Yes, she is indeed very admirable." ”

"That's natural, my old Cao never looks at the wrong person, it's almost time, let's go out to eat, His Royal Highness can eat the food in this palace and I really can't eat it. ”

Hearing this, Cao Qingfan laughed, patted Luoyang on the shoulder, and led him into the flat road leading to the outside of the palace.

The square bricks of each board and a glance are clustered and stretched into the distance, and the lane is quiet in all directions, only a few mighty armor palace guards stand across their swords, their eyes are wide open, and they have become the only landscape on this road except for the vermilion wall and green tiles.

The time is approaching the early dynasty, and there are many people in the palace, all of whom are busy.

The imperial festival is approaching, there have never been many people in Yangcheng, and the old city has never been busy, who doesn't want to be idle, maybe there are not many people in this scene, Luoyang is one, Cao Qingfan is half, and the rest is Xia Qixing's father and daughter.

Turning the crossing, walking through the inner pass, the bright glow that the palace could not cover fell, the familiar smell of fireworks and the sound of selling in a suppressed frustration came, Luoyang looked at the distance from the palace gate, his steps slowed down by half a beat, and he couldn't help clenching his fists, and the beautiful sword eyebrows frowned tighter, exposing the young man's uncalm heart cleanly.

The trouble of the Heavenly Gate being banned was far greater than he imagined, and he only heard the sound at this distance, and felt that the timbre was checked, this kind of strength did not need to be overhauled, and a strong enough Cave Xuan cultivator could die dozens of times with a single blow.

"Your Heavenly Gate meridians have been sealed, and you use a variety of means, if I hadn't saved you, all your previous efforts would have been in vain......"

"This is still secondary, with your own ability, it will take three years for this ban to be broken, and you have to spend these three years in Great Xia, do you have any requirements?"

Luoyang's stubborn appearance Cao Qingfan had already known it, so he was even more reluctant to look away, and continued to walk unhurriedly, outlining a smug smile with the corners of his mouth, curious about what kind of answer Luoyang would give.

Hearing Luoyang's footsteps, his clenched fist loosened, he took a deep breath, his tight sword eyebrows stretched slightly, and said, "Please give me a sword." ”

"Sword?" Cao Qingfan raised his eyebrows, this answer was also unexpected in the conjecture, Luoyang is a sword cultivator, and the sword is in the conjecture, but just a sword is unexpected, ask yourself, if he is Luoyang, he will definitely ask for seven or eight treasures, after all, there are many creatures who want to kill him now.

Cao Qingfan was silent, Luoyang was not in a hurry to ask, so he was silent for a long time, and Cao Qingfan asked again as if confirmed, "Just a sword?"

"A sword is enough. ”

Luo Yang nodded, his eyes were determined, and Cao Qingfan couldn't help but open his mouth to hit him, "You should know the current situation, right?" Cultivators from the top of the cave, whether it is gods, demons, demons or people, you only have a chance with a sword, and if he doesn't die after a sword, you will die!"

"That is the way of sword cultivation, hiding the sword in the heart, and a sword is dead and alive. ”

"Are you planning to rebuild?"

Cao Qingfan couldn't help but squint his eyes, testing Luoyang's thoughts, took out an ordinary sword and handed it to Luoyang, there was a clearly visible expectation in his eyes.

Luoyang took the sword, his palm gently stroked the sword body, all the uneasiness in his heart was dissipated at this moment, very down-to-earth, if he could eat another meal, it would be the most perfect thing.

The spring breeze was proud, an old man and a young man crowded through the market before approaching the stall, a few high-rollers with food walked away quickly, and the Confucian who occupied a table by himself walked to the table of high-rollers who did not like it every day.

Luoyang and Cao Qingfan sat down back and forth, ordered the same food, chewed and swallowed slowly, squinted their eyes, and coveted the delicious taste in their mouths.

After a moment, Luoyang stretched out with a light smile, raised his head, and realized that the people around him were empty again, just a meal.

"Actually, we're very similar......"

"We're not the same, we're not alike. ”

Luoyang glanced at Cao Qingfan, rubbing his palm against the sword, shaking his head, disagreeing with Cao Qingfan's point of view, although he had to admit in his heart that he and Cao Qingfan were indeed very similar in some places.

"Actually, I could have killed you the first time, but what you did in Linzi and what you said was very much to my taste, so you have lived to ...... now."

"Say whatever you want, I think, you told me these trivial things probably not to make me grateful to you, right?"

"Of course not, I just want to make a deal with you, I helped you break the seal, and you promised me one thing......"

"About Yanagi, huh?"

Luoyang interrupted Cao Qingfan's words, the palm of the long sword stopped moving, tilted his head to look at the empty long street, and said as if promised: "Don't worry, no matter what the result of the human emperor sacrifice is, and whether you will go crazy or not, Liu Xiao will be alive." "School bag

Cao Qingfan chuckled with satisfaction, threw a jade talisman to Luoyang, got up and walked away in style.

"Hold it when you want to break the seal, it's good to trust your sword as a sword cultivator, but don't forget that there is only a thin line between the confidence of surviving in a desperate situation and the conceit of attracting extinction!"

"Also, the group of old things who are looking for detachment are probably divided into two factions, one faction hopes to escape without harming the Six Realms, and the other faction only needs to be detached and doesn't care about anything else, the sky is the enemy of the two factions, and it is also the weapon of the two factions, be cautious, don't forget what I promised me. ”

Luoyang nodded, didn't stay any longer, followed Cao Qingfan quickly with a long sword, approached the corner of the street, Cao Qingfan glanced at the shadow under the tree, and disappeared into the street out of thin air with a wrong footstep.

This is a kind of warning, Luoyang knew it but did not stop, strode forward, and suddenly a trace of afterimage appeared beside Luoyang, the scimitar was cut down in the air, Luoyang clearly saw the trajectory of the knife but the body was half a beat slower, the knife that should have been perfectly avoided was slashed on the left shoulder, and the white clothes were filled with dazzling blood flowers.

"My Lord Yama, it turns out that you only have this little ability, hand over the ghost face, and I can give you a whole corpse ......"

The ethereal sound echoed in all directions, Luoyang continued to walk forward as if he didn't hear it, and the shadow reappeared, Luoyang was embarrassed to avoid the scimitar that fell to his neck, but there was another shallow wound on his back.

"Lord Yama, I'm afraid that people have forgotten the rules of being ghosts after being a person for a long time, and sometimes it's not a bad thing to die!"

The apostle muttered softly, urging the shadow to fall with a knife, Luoyang's figure continued to stagger, but his eyes were extremely calm, more than ten steps away, from the beginning of the lack of strength to now be able to block and dodge.

"Just a joke, Yama told you to die in the third watch, who can keep you until the fifth watch, Lord Yama, when will I die?"

"By the way, what about your guilt? I'm guilty, I'm so afraid, Lord Yama!"

"Look, who is this embarrassed mourning dog, Ao, it's Uncle Kunlun......"

Rumors echoed through the streets, and the shadows around Luoyang changed from one to two, and from two to four, five, and even more.

As the forbidden palace drew nearer, the apostle's words came again, "Go, keep walking, do you see that dog hole in front of you? Get into it, just get into it and you will survive, like a dog!"

Luoyang's footsteps paused, the calm eyes finally had waves, and his eyes looked at a cornice, and the long sword hidden in the sheath suddenly came out of the sheath, and the sword chanted sonorously but there was no light and cold.

Cao Qingfan, who was standing in front of the stone table, sat down, squinted his eyes, and stared in the direction of the altar, all possible enemies were suppressed, and the sword that was most likely to destroy everything became the back hand to protect the bottom line, everything was ready, and then it was up to the number of fates, whether Liu Yan could be recognized by God, this was not only her life, but also her own life.

Luoyang's sword fluttered lightly and weakly, and the apostle escaped from behind Luoyang, smiling and slashing down the scimitar.

The cynicism along the way is for this moment, who cares about the whereabouts of the Yama ghost face?

He is an apostle, as long as he kills Luoyang, as long as he kills Luoyang, it is enough!

The knife fell silently, even the murderous aura was carefully hidden clean, Luoyang, who could never find this blow, moved, the scabbard slashed like the moon, and the blade of the sword stabbed out while taking away the scimitar, the sheath broke, the scimitar slashed heavily on Luoyang's shoulder, and the sharp long sword also pierced the apostle's chest.

"How do you know what I'm going to do?"

"You're in too much of a hurry, and you're out of the knife because I want you to go out and not because you want to come up with the knife yourself......"

"The timing is very good, the apostle should be the most opportunistic, and the fleeting opportunity must not be missed, this is what you said personally!"

"Yes, but there is another sentence you forgot at the end, the apostle should also be the most judgmental of the situation, the sword is not unsheathed, and it is relatively stable. ”

"Taught!"

The apostle's palm holding the sword was released, and white fireworks burned all around him, and for a moment there was only a white face left.

Luoyang sat down weakly on his knees, rested for a while before struggling to get up, and disappeared into the alley behind the city gate with the remnant sword.

"Damn, this damn piece of waste, it's just a little bit!"

The sloppy Taoist threw away the stone in his hand in annoyance, the Heavenly Master smiled, turned around, looked at the good situation, and said: "The slightest mistake, the difference is thousands of miles, Luoyang really doesn't dare to break the seal, but his strength is not only the one that shows......"

"Please ...... your doubts"

"He didn't show much, but the sword intent was still there, so the cultivators in the Five Qi Realm didn't do it, and the result would not become. ”

The sloppy Taoist narrowed his eyes, thought about it slightly, gasped, and said tentatively, "Could it be the Mixed Yuan Method?"

The Heavenly Master nodded, his eyes fell to the Mirror Lake again, and his thoughts were full of thoughts, one after another, one by one, he sent troops and sent generals, waiting for the emperor's sacrifice.