The snow was falling like goose feathers.

Thousands of lights on Yunmeng Mansion are shining brightly, reflecting the thick white snow, like a guiding light in the surrounding inky night.

I just don't know which people will attract and which path to point.

Tomorrow is the winter solstice, and the royal brother Bigan, who has been in a high position in the court at the age of twenty-five, invites his nephews and nieces who have recently married to come to enjoy the snow and get together. After he finished dealing with the affairs of the house, the snow fell more and more.

The three of them sat around a stove in a bamboo hut, and in the boiling milky white soup in the pot, a few slices of tender goat meat were tumbling, and on the side were slices of beef and mutton cut as thin as cicada wings, bamboo shoots, bamboo sunflowers, fungus and other fresh ingredients obtained locally in the bamboo forest.

Zishou sandwiched a piece of lamb that had just been put into the pot and was cooked as soon as it was cooked into the sauce in front of Jiang Yi, and the little girl's white and pink face was a little cold just now by the cold wind, and was warmed by the stove, and there were two clusters of red, which was very cute. She listened to her husband say: "This way of eating is called hot pot, and it was made up by the master when he and the candle master traveled through the wilderness. As he spoke, he picked up a piece of beef with a crystal clear color and put it into the pot, "Beef and mutton slices, the thin one is the best, and it is cooked when it is soaked, and it is very tender in the mouth, which is an excellent flavor." ”

Jiang Yi picked up the meat and tasted it, it was really delicious and attractive, and it was a delicacy that had never been tried before.

I haven't seen him for ten years, and he is still wearing a luxurious black coat, although he has never aged yet, his handsome face has added a lot of mature charm, and he holds a glass of "Lingjiu" that can only be enjoyed by courtiers of high enough grade in the middle of the court. This young man, who received a "calm and dignified" comment when he was a teenager, has now held great power for a long time, and has a deep majesty. However, in this snowy weather, he was able to get rid of half a day's heavy government affairs, and talk around the fireplace at home with his closest nephews and nieces, which made his heart full of comfort and warmth that he had stolen from half a day's leisure.

It was the harmonious atmosphere of the three of them chatting while eating, but it was interrupted by a rush of footsteps.

The second steward in the Bigan Mansion was the middle-aged man who welcomed Chu Tuan and Wu Zhiqi into the mansion back then, and entered the bamboo house with an old eunuch with a white face and no beard, and the old eunuch leaned down in front of the three of them, trembling and crying: "I have seen the two Royal Highnesses and Princess Shou. His Majesty...... Your Majesty ...... half an hour ago It's a funeral!"

Zishou's incomparably stable right hand trembled violently since his cultivation, slapped the chopsticks on the table, and looked at the old figure kneeling on the ground and kept trembling and asked coldly: "When I left the palace, I just checked the pulse for my father, although the meridians are weak but there is no big problem, how can it be that the lonely palace will die soon!"

The eunuch didn't dare to raise his head, but cried heavier: "This ...... This is what the old slave saw with his own eyes. ”

The young man and his uncle glanced at each other, and both of them had sad faces, but the doubts in each other's eyes never disappeared. Bi Gan clearly remembered that eleven years ago, he asked the emperor how long he lived for the old man Chu Tuan, and Chu Tuan personally said that Di Yi had a good life and could recuperate for at least another fifteen years of the emperor's life. He later informed Zishou of this matter, so that he could prepare for the emperor's death. They were naturally very convinced of the old man Chu who cured Emperor Yi's serious illness, and now that the son of Xiaocheng of the Cultivator was personally aware of his father's physical condition, there was no reason for him to die so soon. But this old eunuch is an old man in the palace, who has served His Majesty for many years, how dare he recklessly deliver the news?

The young man and Bigan stabilized their minds, Jiang Yi also hugged her husband's arm, distressed by the trembling of his whole body, which was difficult to see but could be touched, and heard him say coldly: "Hou Lin!"

The old eunuch's body shook when he fell to the ground: "The old slave is here." ”

"Go back to Zhuhuang Palace. ”

"Wow. ”

His eyes had been staring at the old eunuch's son, and he suddenly felt that the qi flow of everyone in the room was a little sluggish and cold, and after a glance, he saw that the middle-aged butler who had not said a word after entering the room suddenly pulled out a dark and deep quenched poison dagger from his cuffs, and quietly stabbed it towards the back of his uncle, who was very close. If this knife is solid, not to mention that the blade must be a highly poisonous secret medicine, if the liver bleeds heavily, it will be difficult to return to the sky except for the immortal's shot.

Even if Bigan was puzzled by the news of the emperor's death, he only focused his attention on the old eunuch who was lying on the ground, and only where could he feel the vicious knife from the butler who had been familiar with him for more than ten years. I didn't react until the tip of the knife was in the flesh. But at this time, he snorted coldly, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he directly pulled out the head of the middle-aged butler, and the blood splashed everywhere!

Just as he raised his leg to heal his uncle's wounds and pull out the poison, the old eunuch who had been lying low on the ground and trembling constantly, suddenly his body stopped, and his body suddenly twisted like a deadly poisonous snake with a coiled body, and it catapulted from the ground in an instant. With a frenzied expression, he raised his head and spit out a handleless small sword that was almost transparent like rootless heavenly water from his abdomen, and stabbed Jiang Yimian who was shocked behind him!

The son was furious, and if he assassinated, he would only target himself, and how insidious it would be to offend himself again and again! His tone was gloomy and angry: "You are also worthy of refining the void?"

The young man flashed in front of his wife, his bruise-skinned white left hand and index finger pinched the middle of the small sword, and the small sword was cut off with a wrong finger. Then he raised his right hand and held the old man's forehead, and the blue true qi in his body was like the Yangtze River pouring out, instantly locking the old eunuch's whole body, breaking his solid steel-refining realm, and restraining him in one fell swoop. Just as he was about to ask, he saw the old eunuch named Hou Lin smile miserably, his face was furrowed, and a dazzling white light rushed out of the top of his head covered with white hair from the Baihui acupoint, which was actually a desperate means to blow up the Yuan Infant at all costs!

The son was not afraid, his right hand pinched and exploded the eunuch's head, and his left hand waved his wide sleeve like a big circle, and in the blink of an eye, he pinched the ball of light that exploded but did not explode in the palm of his hand and extinguished it. He was about to turn on his qi machine to take a breath, but he felt an incomparably powerful killing machine lock on him!

At this time, the young man was in a state where the old power had exhausted the new power and not yet been born, and he continued to use his domineering and incomparable true qi to quickly kill the two masters of the peak of transforming the gods and the peak of refining the void, even if he first entered the Mahayana realm of the invincible hand below the immortals, he was also full of true qi and was empty, and his qi was stagnant, and he felt a trace of powerlessness. But after all, the Mahayana realm is not in vain, he only needs one breath to extract the surrounding spiritual energy, so that the true qi in the body can return to the state of the Great Zhou Tian Shift, which is like a sea.

Just breathe in and out,

But you have to breathe in and out.

Just when he exhaled all the residual qi in his body, and before he could inhale a breath of new breath into his body, an iron arrow shot out of the air, aiming straight at his heart!

An arrow from the pinnacle of the Mahayana realm, piercing through layers of snow curtains!

I never thought that the middle-aged housekeeper killed Bigan and the old eunuch killed Jiang Yi, all of which were insidious means to attack the place he must save. Obviously, the person who planned the assassination had a very accurate grasp of his life, and calculated that he would save the person he really cared about. And these two dead soldiers are just appetizers used to consume his mana, and even he thought it was a self-detonation of the Yuan Infant by the old eunuch's dying struggle, but it was just to use the energy of the Yuan Infant after the self-explosion as a snowy night lamp, for the peak of the Mahayana realm, only a layer of window paper away from the immortal The arrow that has not been pierced indicates the direction of his heart!

It turns out that this is the real killer of the gods.

An arrow pierced through the endless goose feather snowflakes from outside the bamboo house, enveloping endless murderous aura, penetrating the red and white liquid that had not yet had time to land after the old eunuch's head exploded in front of him, and it reached his heart in an instant. Zishou stretched out his hand and pushed away his wife behind him with a soft force, and his figure flickered and crashed into the bamboo house, flashing again and again, and retreating!

As he retreated, he pinched the seal with his fingers, and spread nine light blue ice walls in front of him, just wanting to stop the menacing iron arrows.

This is like the behavior of a praying mantis stretching out its arms as a cart, which really slows down the momentum of the arrows slightly!

That's what the boy wanted.

A drop of dark blue water condensed from between his fingers at an extremely fast speed, and flew towards the iron arrow arrow at the slightest speed, enveloping it in an instant.

So at a distance of only three inches from the young man's heart, a small water vortex appeared out of thin air, stirring all the wind and snow in front of him, and rubbing out violent aura fluctuations when it came into contact with the iron arrow, like a faint blue epiphany quietly blooming with dazzling brilliance and falling instantly!

It's like a little black hole, after swallowing the arrow branch to the ground, it also disappears without a trace.

It is rumored that the vortex divine water can transform all things in the world!

Before Zishou knelt on the ground and didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, another arrow came in the air!

During the Shang Dynasty, the iron-smelting technology was not mature enough, although iron smelting was only a trivial matter for the monks, but to let the monks who were dedicated to the pursuit of the Great Dao work as blacksmiths for the imperial court, I am afraid that the emperor himself felt that it was a waste of talents. Therefore, even if it is a big merchant army that claims to have iron weapons in all armies, except for the real top high-level figures in the army, even the division commanders and doctors with 2,500 men under their command cannot be equipped with weapons made of all iron.

Basically, to measure a person's status in the Great Shang Army, you only need to judge by the amount of iron in the weapons he wears by his side.

And this assassin actually used all-iron arrows as consumables, and there were no more than one person in the entire Dashang army who was qualified to be equipped with all-iron arrows, and there was only one person whose archery skills were so superb.

Zishou, who had guessed the identity of the assassin, narrowed his eyes fiercely, condensed all the remaining mana on his body into his legs, and tried to twist his body to dodge the more violent arrow attack.

This arrow is more urgent and faster, and the arrow is more powerful, but the archer failed to strike, and directly gave up the advantage of an assassin in the shadows with great confidence, and rushed to only ten zhang away, and this arrow has already brought a trace of the charm of breaking through to the land immortals.

The archer was very satisfied with his two arrows, and believed that the perception of killing an opponent in the Mahayana realm this time was enough to make his breakthrough to the Earth Immortal Realm much earlier.

Because he was getting better, he was in a good mood, so even when he saw the young man forcibly twist his position when he couldn't avoid it, the iron arrow passed through his shoulder and exploded into a bloody hole instead of piercing his heart. He didn't mind showing mercy at all, and used the third arrow, which was bound to be even more invincible, to solve this young boy who was already the new king of Dashang after Emperor Yi's death.

Heavy snow days are the best time to see blood and kill.

So he knelt half-way, stretched his bow, mounted his arrow, arm-armed, bent his bow, and aimed at it in one go, almost like the Tao.

Zishou closed his eyes, feeling the murderous opportunity with all his heart, and prepared to hide again.

If you can't hide, you die.

Just when the archer form, spirit, qi, and momentum climbed to the peak of his life, and he was about to shoot this arrow.

There was no fluctuation in the deep pool behind the young man, but a figure disappeared in a flash.

Walk through the endless goose feather snow to the archer.

A broad, warm palm gently stroked the top of the archer's head.

So the archer, who was confident that this peak could kill immortals with one arrow, died.

A snow pit appears underneath him.

Turned into a ball of powder.

This immortal arrow didn't shoot out after all.

Because the person standing in front of him was once a quasi-saint, but now he has entered the land immortals.

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized.

You can be immortal, and you can naturally break this life.

Wu Zhiqi's eyebrows were thin, Shenhua was introverted, and his gray clothes were fluttering in the heavy snow.

After the immortal stroked his head, Wu Zhiqi was in front of him with a snow-white expanse and a really clean place.