The rain did not last long, and in the evening, thick clouds once again appeared over Chang'an City.

Within half an hour, the wind and rain appeared.

The rain fell intermittently for several days, as if to fill the water in the Chang'an moat. After all, rain is rare in early spring this year, and it is even more rare for the first rain of summer to fall so violently.

Ling Jiang sat in the gloomy study, his ears were filled with the sound of rain lapping, and his heart seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

Four days have passed since the Anxingfang assassination case.

In the past three days, Yi Changyuan has still been doing things step by step, playing chess and calligraphy and painting, but he has not said a word about the assassination that day. Not only Yi Changyuan, but even no one in Guozi Prison dared to discuss this matter.

Although the Chang'an Mansion has threatened to hand over the case to the Prison Heaven Division to handle it, so many days have passed, and who the murderer is, whether he is dead or alive, and who he obeys has not yet been made public, and it is like a stone sinking into the sea.

Ling Jiang only vaguely remembered that he knocked the assassin to the ground with one punch that day, and he didn't know what happened to him, but it was true that some people had seen the assassin carried away by officials in the rain.

"It's been seven days since I started your morning class. Yi Changyuan glanced at the empty chessboard, stared at Ling Jiang and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Ling Jiang's eyes rolled slightly, and he shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Good. Yi Changyuan nodded, and then said, "Then let me ask you again, when do you think the next murderer will appear, and are you sure that you will escape from him?"

Ling Jiang was silent.

Yi Changyuan asked very bluntly and harshly. He is testing himself, whether he has the confidence to live in Chang'an City, if not, he will go back and forth as soon as possible, so as not to be embarrassed to stay here.

"I heard that you are a martial artist?" Yi Changyuan then asked.

The boy replied, "Yes." ”

"The Three Realms of Qi Training?"

The boy replied, "Yes." ”

Yi Changyuan was expressionless, and said unceremoniously: "Then you are a waste." ”

Ling Jiang couldn't help frowning, but didn't refute. He was tempted to say that the Assassin had come suddenly, that he was unprepared, and that he had no storage bag on him, and that he had already suffered a loss with his bare hands.

But if you think about it carefully, if you don't suffer losses, what's the use of killing you?

"As a Qi Refiner, you should have no less than ten ways to contain the Assassin's close proximity. Yi Changyuan continued: "As a martial artist, even if the assassin is close, your first thought should be to retreat with your whole body, rather than fighting with him. You are in Chang'an, it is someone else's territory, you can never guess if there will be a second assassin, once you are injured at this time, you have already lost half of it. ”

Ling Jiang's heart was quite heavy when he heard these words.

This was the first time he had encountered an assassination, and he was already panicked, not to mention that he had been practicing in Dongting Lake for two months, and with the Dragon Fighting Technique, he thought that he should be able to capture that killer.

It's that he's arrogant.

Yi Changyuan suddenly grabbed a handful of sunspots and scattered them on the chessboard with a bang. This seemed to be an unintentional move, but when Ling Jiang glanced at the chessboard carefully, he was surprised to find that this was actually an excellent move.

"If at this moment, the white piece in your hand is your life, how can you keep your life in this game of chess?" Yi Changyuan asked in a deep voice.

Ling Jiang stared down at the chess pieces in his hand for a while, and then glanced at the black pieces on the chessboard.

He understood.

Chang'an City is like this chessboard, if you want to survive, the only way to break the game is to break the game as soon as possible.

And there are thousands of ways to break the game, and how to choose is a big problem. Otherwise, if you start your whole body, even if you break the game, you will have to set yourself on fire as a last resort, and you can only end up with the same fate.

"You're going too fast. Yi Changyuan was silent for a long time before he said these five words in a deep voice, "When you were in Pinghai Town, you were over twenty years old and had not yet practiced. It's only been less than a year now, and you've already reached the cultivation of the Three Realms of Qi Cultivation and the Martial Dao Triple Mountain. It sounds like talent, but in fact, it's digging your own grave. ”

"Yes. Ling Jiang sighed in his heart, "My cultivation has improved very quickly, just like seeing all the Chang'an flowers in one day, but there are very few who can truly appreciate the pleasing eye." ”

"In my country's sub-prison, there are no less than three ways for you to be promoted to the fifth realm within half a year. Yi Changyuan said unceremoniously: "But your foundation is not strong, even if you cultivate, your strength is not as good as a martial artist who has only learned a little skin." When I let you play chess, play the piano, or paint, I want you to cultivate your mind. I asked you to sit quietly in the room when the purple qi came east, just because I didn't want you to improve your cultivation too quickly. ”

Rumble......

A muffled thunder sounded slowly in the sky, and the hearts of the listeners were very depressed.

The study seemed to have become darker because of the rising rain, and under Yi Changyuan's gloomy face, there was a kind of fear.

Ling Jiang only realized now that he was wrong to blame Yi Changyuan.

Because he missed the purple qi coming from the east, he was more diligent in carving the sea runes every night, and he only thought about cultivating and improving his cultivation. On the day of the assassination, he was actually a little dizzy and sleepy, because he had slept for less than three hours that night.

"But now it seems that you need to take one more course in addition to cultivating your mind. Yi Changyuan said.

"What is it?" Ling Jiang asked.

Yi Changyuan said: "Practice swords." ”

He paused, and then said, "I can see that after missing the Purple Qi coming from the east, you will cultivate more diligently every day when you go back, but I hope that in the future, you can use this energy to cultivate your mind and practice your sword." As for the breach of the border, let it fall into place. No matter what you are carrying, you must remember that cultivation is just a dispensable title. ”

"Students take this to heart. Ling Jiang nodded seriously.

Yi Changyuan originally wanted Ling Jiang to comprehend these words, at most, to let him take more detours. After all, he is still young, and he has taken many detours, so he will be able to walk straighter in the future.

But the assassination in An Xingfang made him have to speed up the process.

Because no one could have predicted when the next assassin would appear.

"I heard you have a flying sword?" Yi Changyuan then asked, "Can you bring it?"

Ling Jiang nodded, and with a wave of his sword finger, the cyan flying sword flew out of the storage bag. In the past three days, even if Ling Jiang slept, the storage bag would not leave his body, just like a swordsman who would never let go of the sword in his hand.

The sword is in the man.

Yi Changyuan took the cyan flying sword from Ling Jiang's hand, looked at it carefully, and said, "The sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that it lacks a trace of spirituality. ”

"Lack of spirituality?" Ling Jiang said in surprise, this was the sword that Xian'er had given him, how could it be lacking in spirituality?

"This sword is a flying sword that gave birth to a sword spirit. Yi Changyuan said solemnly, "But now the sword spirit has been separated from this flying sword, so this sword is dead in a sense." Unless someday in the future, the sword spirit returns. Such swords are not uncommon in sword shrines. ”

"Sword Shrine?" Ling Jiang jotted down these new words one by one.

"But it doesn't matter. Yi Changyuan said softly: "Since you are destined to get this sword, you can make do with it." When you cultivate to the Five Realms in the future, it's not too late to find a worthy sword. ”

So, the boy began to learn the sword.

It's like learning your fists and feet, starting from the basics.

Point, prick, pick, wipe, split......

One move, one style, hard practice day and night.

Ling Jiang still came to Guozijian at three o'clock every day, but the time for morning classes was reduced by half compared to before, and the rest of the time was all used to learn swords, and it was not until the afternoon that Ling Jiang ended this whole day's schoolwork.

Back in Anxingfang, he no longer spends time carving shipping runes, as Yi Changyuan said, let it develop, there will always be a day when it comes to fruition.

The stormy days are also quietly lost in the daily fulfillment of practice.

Chang'an began to enter summer.

Early that morning, a horse-drawn carriage from Kyoto City drove unimpeded into Suzaku Street.

On both sides of the street, every three feet, a soldier stood with a solemn expression, tied with white silk.

The carriage traveled slowly, and finally drove into Miyagi before dawn broke.

The morning sun is rising, Chang'an City is ushering in a new day as always, and the things that happened this morning are quietly covered up in the night.

Even so, a rumor soon spread through the streets.

The eldest princess who married away from Kyoto is back.