There is a group of people in this world who take the sword as the foundation of their cultivation, and do not perceive the changes of the stars or observe the various states of the world. They're unique, but they're very lethal. A sword cultivator against a previous cultivator is basically a victory without suspense. But they are arrogant and live alone, and they live alone, so people still tolerate their existence, and they are called sword cultivators by the world.

Then they were targeted by some people at some point, slaughtered one after another, and by the time they realized the problem, there were too few and too few people who survived Jian Xiu.

And those who survived established a sect that only belonged to sword cultivation, the Sword Pavilion.

This is the origin of the Sword Pavilion.

Sitting in the carriage, Li Shuyue stood barefoot in a red dress on a piece of land, she was unbelievably beautiful, even if her face was not powdered, she was also an elf in the night sky.

Getting closer and closer to Chang'an City, Li Shuyue suddenly remembered the origin of the Sword Pavilion engraved on a stone tablet on the mountain behind the Sword Pavilion.

It was a history of shame for sword cultivators, and no one knew who those people were, because the people who had seen those people had already died back then, and they could only know by virtue of the few words that had been handed down that group of people were very strong, so strong that the sword cultivators didn't dare to take revenge back then.

There are more than a dozen carriages here, and the carriages are all embroidered with a sword as their logo, and they are the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who came to Chang'an City to communicate. Next to the carriage, countless Sword Pavilion disciples sat there to rest.

Standing on this land not far from Chang'an City, Li Shuyue looked at Chang'an City under the moonlight, and was really annoyed to think that a certain bastard came here without a sound.

"Smack. ”

Li Shuyue angrily stepped on a rotten branch, and the branch broke in response.

That bastard, when I see him, must stab him with countless swords, as the price to make me angry.

Li Shuyue's face suddenly turned red, that bastard has no cultivation, it is better to stab a few less swords, otherwise he will be injured, and he will have to take care of him.

Looking at Li Shuyue's blushing performance, Xiao Yue knew that her young lady thought of the bastard who made her miss day and night again. Xiao Yue is really not worth it for her own young lady, what good is that bastard, the young lady is the holy daughter of the Sword Pavilion, the existence that countless men admire.

"Go, go. An old voice not far away said.

"Satsuki is gone. Li Shuyue watched the maid goddess beside her swim out of the sky, took Xiaoyue's arm, woke her up, and walked back to the carriage.

"Ah, Miss, okay" After Xiao Yue was woken up by Li Shuyue, she hurriedly followed Miss back to the carriage.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion also returned to the carriage at this time, and after everyone was seated, the carriage slowly drove towards Chang'an City.

In the broken temple, Wang Yi sat in place, Zhang Ren sat there, still not saying a word, but his eyes looked at Wang Yi from time to time, and Wu Qi was lying next to Wang Yi, accompanying him.

As for Wang Yi, he was standing at the door, looking coldly at Wang Yi sitting on the ground, after all, he had known Wang Yi for so many years, and it was rare to see him so dull.

"I'm fine, but don't think about killing the crow, that guy's skills are not something you can handle. ”

"When he was a bandit, he killed countless people, and your actions seemed to him to be in vain. ”

"Even revenge has to wait until we have the strength to go, and now the crows have to bring our information back. ”

"If you don't want to find the people behind the scenes, do it, I won't stop it, and I won't do it. ”

After a short silence, Wang Yi took the lead in breaking the calm and persuaded everyone earnestly.

"Hmph. ”

Wang Yi snorted coldly, but he didn't object, after all, in his opinion just now, Wang Yi's strength should now be the highest among the four, and the breath that Wang Yi exuded when he beat the black crow was very familiar to her, and her father said that it was the smell of aura.

In the ruined temple, under the moonlight, there was silence.

Outside the ruined temple, Yan Song sat on the side of the carriage unhurriedly, drinking the wine in the jug by virtue of the moonlight, and looking at the direction of the ruined temple from time to time.

It's really a bunch of kids who do it when they don't agree with each other.

Yan Song looked at the people who were walking towards him, and there was a lot less wine in the jug.

It was the crow.

The crow clutched his chest, still breathing there.

"Yo, the invincible Black Crow will also be beaten. Yan Song looked at the black crow with a playful expression and teased.

"Hmph, Yan Song has something to do, just say it. The black crow didn't care about the ridicule, what he cared about was that Yan Song wanted to see his purpose today, which was the reason why the black crow walked out of the broken temple.

"We kept our promise and completely integrated the four of them into Chang'an City, so shouldn't we give us our things? Yan Song shook the wine jug in his hand a few times, and after making sure that there was no wine, he hung the wine jug on his waist, raised his head, and looked at the black crow quietly.

The black crow looked at the scholar in front of him who he personally sent to Chang'an City back then, the current Mr. Yanwang's Mansion, the actual chief military advisor of Yanwang, he really didn't expect the scholar back then, and now it is really immeasurable.

The black crow took out a piece of paper from his arms and threw it at Yan Song, Yan Song stretched out his hand, put the paper into his arms, and continued to look at the black crow.

The black crow was very puzzled, he had already handed over the paperwork to him, what else did Yan Song want to do.

Yan Song seemed to have guessed what the crow was thinking, and said to the crow: "After the business is done, let's talk about private matters." ”

The book in Yan Song's hand emitted a faint starlight, and suddenly flew out, like a lightning bolt in the night, right in the middle of the black crow. The black crow flew out in an instant, landing heavily not far away, and the blood in its mouth couldn't stop flowing outward. Yan Song's figure flashed, and he stepped on the head of the black crow: "I remember that you beat me like this back then." ”

After raising a foot, stepping on the black crow's chest, he condescendingly looked at the black crow lying on the ground, extremely painful, and said: "When I entered Chang'an City, I said that I must get back the shame of the past. ”

Yan Song withdrew the foot that was stepping on the black crow, and spat at the black crow: "Scum." ”

"I really can't understand how you survived back then, after all, those old people who betrayed Luoyang City would be hunted down and killed by Qin Tianjian himself. ”

Yan Song took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and looked at the black crow lying on the ground, revealing a look of disgust.

The black crow fell to the ground, covering his wounds, and watched Yan Song gradually walk away until he returned to the carriage. He didn't have the slightest idea of resisting, and the aura on the book showed that the child who was ravaged by himself at will back then wanted to have extraordinary power, and that was also the power he had been pursuing for half his life.

Cultivation requires talent and resources, and if you have the talent to practice but don't have the method of cultivation, you can't do it. If you have a method of cultivation, but you don't have the talent, you still can't do it.

The black crow is the best example, how can he lack the cultivation method after many years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, he really doesn't have that talent, so he has no choice but to accept Zhao'an, join Qin Tianjian, and become an intelligence leader.

Then, in a battle, he was caught, but instead of dying, he became one of them.

The crow got up from the ground and walked slowly back into the ruined temple.

In the ruined temple, everyone looked at the seriously injured crow, without a trace of pity, and even felt a little happy, someone had already taught the crow a lesson, which was a good thing for them.

"Okay, after tonight, you guys will do your own thing in Chang'an City, but don't forget the mission we came here for. ”

"Finding out who was behind the Youzhou case back then is our top priority, and the rest should not cause trouble. ”

Wang Yi looked at the black crow's appearance, looked indifferent, and walked out of the broken temple, the rest of the people followed, and no one paid attention to the seriously injured black crow.

Outside the ruined temple, inside the carriage.

Wang Yi looked at Yan Song who was sitting on the side of the carriage, a little surprised, he didn't expect this scholar who looked weak to be so hidden, except for the cultivator, who could defeat the black crow, there was no one else, it was not unreasonable for the black crow to crisscross the rivers and lakes for many years, and martial arts and mind were the best choice.

"Lord Yan and Black Crow are old acquaintances?" Wang Yi asked Yan Song tentatively.

Yan Song stretched his head out of the carriage to look at the moon in the sky, and muttered, "I was also one of the people he sent in back then. ”

"The Qin Tianjian led by the black crow has killed countless people in Youzhou, he should have died a long time ago, I will always remember the scene when my father and mother died in front of my eyes. ”

"I can't forget. ”

Telling his story in a few words, Yan Song's mood was a little low, and he leaned there blankly, his eyes empty.

Wang Yi looked at Yan Song, who he had never seen before, a little surprised, he didn't expect that there would be such a past, the black crow really did all kinds of evil back then.

"Boy, seven of us came to Chang'an, but six of them died, and I was the only one left. ”

"So, when King Yan decided to fight back against His Majesty the Emperor Ming, I put forward your suggestion to join the Jinyi Guard, both public and private. ”

"The reopening of Jinyiwei is a good move, for Emperor Ming, disgusting him is enough, not enough to turn his face with us. ”

"For you, when I saw your kid standing at the gate of the academy, I really looked like I was back then. I couldn't afford to look for the Youzhou case back then, so I could only see that it was you people. ”

"Also, don't die, or my efforts will be in vain. ”

Yan Song told one little thing after another, and at the same time told the reason why he wanted to help Wang Yi, which solved the doubts in Wang Yi's heart.

It turned out that Yan Song was not only from Youzhou, but also the person sent into Chang'an by Youzhou to investigate the Youzhou case, but how could he become a person from Yanwangfu.

Wang Yi looked at Yan Song as if he was verifying, Yan Song seemed to guess what he was thinking, shook his head, and did not speak.

It's not that it doesn't say, but there's nothing to say.

The carriage was calm again, and the two men were silent on their own minds.

"Sir, there are a pair of carriages ahead. Then a voice came from outside the carriage.

"Who is it?" Yan Song asked rhetorically.

"It seems that it should be someone from the Sword Pavilion. The man outside replied.

Wang Yi's body slammed when he heard this, is he going to meet her so soon, how could it be so coincidental.

Yan Song also discovered Wang Yi's abnormality, looked at the restless Wang Yi with great interest and said, "Go ours, don't make trouble." ”

"Yes, sir. The man outside the carriage said respectfully.

Wang Yi's eyes met Yan Song, who was looking at him, Yan Song seemed to have found something interesting, waiting for Wang Yi's next performance, Wang Yi pretended not to see it, and acted like a scoundrel as if I didn't say anything.

Yan Song is also not to be outdone, just look at you Wang Yi, don't you say it, I'll stare at you until you say it.

The two scholars began to stare at each other with big eyes.

Not far away, the carriage of the Sword Pavilion slowly drove past the carriage of the Yan Wang's Mansion.

Xiao Yue was still there chatting with Li Shuyue, and most of the time, she was upset for her own young lady.

In the center of the convoy, in a carriage, an old man in a white robe slowly opened his eyes, looked at the carriage passing by the convoy through the carriage, and muttered, "King Yan's people." ”