In the Daming Palace, Li Nie's palace is particularly lively, and it has been a long time since so many people have come here.

Since His Majesty the Emperor did not go to the early dynasty, the internal affairs of this dynasty were all handled by the queen mother and the ministers, and there was no early dynasty. It is really rare for so many ministers of the DPRK and China to gather here now.

Li Nie stood at the innermost part of the palace, staring at the ministers who were also standing present. As the saying goes, the courtesy of the monarch and the minister is indelible, and if the prince doesn't sit, who dares to sit down by himself?

"What is the current situation of Nanjun's matter?" Li Nie asked in a low voice, with a hint of dark anger in his tone, obviously he was very dissatisfied with what happened in Nanjun.

Now that too many things have happened in this dynasty, I can't stand the toss.

"Lord Wang, it's just a misunderstanding, now that the Spirit Clan has withdrawn its troops, and all the people who caused the trouble have been beheaded for public display, there is nothing to do in Nanjun for the time being...... a minister replied in a low voice.

"Ridiculous!" Before he finished speaking, Li Nie immediately scolded, "Can't you see that this is clearly a conspiracy? Since the former Chao Nanping Ling Clan, decades have passed, and there has never been the slightest mistake, why is it that now because of this trivial matter, the two armies are actually making a big fight? This is obviously someone who is obstructing it!"

Li Nie paused, then looked at the inconspicuous court official present, and said in a deep voice, "Don't stop the wind, this matter has nothing to do with your prison Tiansi, I will order you to investigate this case thoroughly." ”

The Prison Heaven Division is also the Heaven Supervisor Division.

Although the ministers present were aggrieved, they did not dare to say a word. Whoever let him stop the wind got the joy of the prince, and let them take advantage of any benefits.

"These days, please also pay more attention to the situation in Nanjun to prevent any unexpected actions by the Spirit Clan. In addition, the envoy of the Spirit Clan is about to come to Chang'an, you must make proper arrangements, and ten days later, I will have a banquet for the envoy of the Spirit Clan in the Dingkang Palace. Li Nie said in a deep voice.

"Lord Yu, Weichen has a performance. At this moment, Shangshu Zuo Cheng Yuan Zhi suddenly spoke.

"You say. Li Nie glanced at him and nodded.

"Gu Weichen knows that he has already made a contract with my Central Plains Spirit Clan, and with that contract, the Spirit Clan will not dare to have any thoughts about our dynasty. But in recent years, the activities of the Spirit Clan have begun to be a little rampant, and it is precisely because the contract has been set for a long time that they have long forgotten about it. Wechen suggested that I should knock on the side to remind it of the existence of the contract. But that contract is kept by a mysterious sect, and it is Pingshan, which has long been hidden in the rivers and lakes......"

"Shut up!"

At this moment, not only Li Shi, but even some seventh-order cultivators such as Shen Binglin and Mo Zhifeng all changed their faces drastically.

Just Shangshu Zuocheng, he dared to mention these two words in the court, did he want to die?

"Shen Binglin!" Li Se was furious.

"The minister is here!" Shen Binglin walked out with his sword.

"Shangshu Zuo Cheng Yuan Zhi is talking nonsense in the court, endangering the stability of our court, this king is sentenced to death!

Li Se's eyes widened and he said coldly.

"Obey!" Shen Binglin took the order, and pulled out the scale armor sword at his waist in front of the prince Li Nie, under the bright light, the scale armor sword looked so vibrant, as if it was a real scale armor.

And Yuan Zhi, the scholar Zuo Cheng, was already scared stupid.

Originally, he just wanted to offer advice and curry favor with the prince, who would have thought that just a simple sentence would be killed?

"The prince spares his life, the prince spares his life, Weichen knows that he is wrong, and Weichen ......"

Yuan Zhi knelt down and cried and pleaded at Li Nie, but before he finished speaking, Shen Binglin's sword silently pierced his heart. Li Nie openly let Shen Binglin be executed in the main hall, this attitude is already obvious, Pingshan, like the Lingkong Sword Village, is a forbidden word in the dynasty, and no one is allowed to mention it.

Shen Binglin pulled out the scale armor long sword, and the blood flowed down the blade to the ground, he bent down and tore off a clean piece of court clothes on Yuan Zhi's body, gently wiped the blood stains on the blade, and put the sword into the sheath.

He looked at Yuan Zhi's corpse, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

This Yuan Zhi was originally a sixth-order cultivator, and he was very talented. If he was allowed to grow up, in a few decades, there might be one more Seventh Order cultivator in the dynasty. It's a pity that he is a newcomer in the court after all.

The court is no better than officialdom, and it is impossible to say half a typo.

What he said before was right, but the mistake was that he mentioned the word Pingshan.

These two words, even he, Shen Binglin, did not dare to put forward them lightly, let alone that he was just a scholar Zuocheng, and his execution in public was already a very light punishment for him.

Looking at Yuan Zhi's body lying on the ground, the ministers couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and the fear of being dominated by power once again haunted their hearts. This is the court of cultivators, and your comings and goings are just so-called rhetoric.

Among cultivators, a single sword can solve thousands of things in the world.

Those dynastic officials who had heard the word Pingshan were even more frightened, and they were afraid that the next person who fell to the ground might be their turn. In this court, the less you know, the safer you are.

Therefore, those cultivators who did not know the origin of Pingshan, although they were still a little curious, were still glad that they had escaped. What can make the prince angry, how can people like them get their hands on it?

......

At the beginning of the morning light, there were still two people sitting in the long pavilion in Pingshan.

"As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog, and it's a pity that General Feng Dingchan gave birth to such a son......" The man with the umbrella looked at the young man who was working hard at the foot of Pingshan, shook his head and said helplessly.

He remembered that the last time he saw Zimo was ten years ago, in the night of the natural disaster, and now with a flick of his fingers, ten years have passed, and his appearance has changed a lot, but his martial arts cultivation has not improved at all, which really makes the man holding the umbrella a little chilled.

This is not an ordinary cultivation school, this is Pingshan.

The man with the umbrella stood up and stretched his muscles for a moment. Although the two of them had not slept all night, they did not see the slightest tiredness on their faces, and they were obviously both masters!

He pinched the handle of the umbrella with his right hand, and slowly looked at the winding mountain road outside the pavilion, as if the scene in front of him had also become tortuous.

"Alright. The man in the robe stood up and walked to his side, "I won't send you away, you can walk the rest of the way by yourself." ”

The man with the umbrella turned his head to look at him, and couldn't help but complain, "A person in his early thirties has to be a bad old man in his sixties and seventies, shame." ”

"I'm not like you. The man in the Taoist robe said, "I want to guard this Pingshan, do you think I don't want to travel all over the world and love the mountains and rivers? ”

The man holding the umbrella frowned and asked, "What if you can't keep it?"

"Can't hold it?" the man in the robe smiled, "If I can't hold it, I'll die......"

The man holding the umbrella was silent and didn't speak, sometimes death is a very simple thing, but sometimes he wants to die, but he can't die, that is the great pain of life.

After spending that period of bohemian years, what was left in the end was only the heavy burden of life, and everyone had something to bind themselves, even if they were peerless masters.

"The sky is about to be chaotic, can you and I survive this catastrophe?" The morning breeze blew with the morning light, and the man with the umbrella couldn't help but sigh. The beauty of Pingshan may no longer exist in a short time, right?

"What's the point of not being able to dodge? It's just a matter of surviving for a while. The man in the robe shook his head, and his tone became much heavier, "Besides, what this calamity is, it still depends on Zimo." I hope that the tragedy of the Hidden Sect doesn't happen in my Pingshan......"

"Zimo ......" The man holding the umbrella couldn't help but smile bitterly.

No one thought that in the end, the key person who could turn all this around turned out to be just an ordinary teenager who couldn't practice. I don't know what he will think when he knows his background.

Either way, there was no way he could have escaped.

The man held up the oil umbrella in Dudu, his feet touched the ground, and he fell down from the top of Pingshan Mountain like the wind, he looked to the west, his eyes were a little confused. Before the chaos in the world, he still needs to go to the West, to find someone, a vital person.

Maybe it's the Kunlun Ice Field, maybe it's the Longmen Flying Sand......

No matter where he went, he could faintly perceive that this was the last time he climbed Pingshan.

Life and death have a fate, and cultivation is a road to change one's life against the sky, and it is also a journey to dig one's own grave.

No one can control their own lives, unless it is a legendary immortal......

His name is Ling Hai, maybe there are few people in this river and lake who can say his name. After all, his time has long passed.

"The rivers and lakes are just a superficial corner of the cultivation world, and the real secret of the cultivation world is in the hands of the spirit clan after all. "Dao robe

The man looked at Ling Hai in the distance and sighed in his heart.

He vaguely felt that his time was short.

"Zimo, it's time for you to go down the mountain. The man in the robe sighed, and his voice echoed throughout the mountains and forests.

Hearing the muffled words coming from the mountain, the young man in a black coarse cloth at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but raise his head, looking at the mountain with a gray face, and he stared at it for a long time, as if he wanted to deeply engrave the picture in front of him in his mind.

"Little junior brother, come, wipe your sweat. ”

I don't know how long later, a pleasant voice came from behind him, Zimo turned to look, it was a girl younger than her age, she also changed into a simple flash, and handed him a handkerchief.

"Junior Sister ......" Zimo's voice was a little hoarse.

Pingshan ten years, bits and pieces of this, how can it be easily parted at once?

Zimo wiped the sweat from his forehead, gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, and then looked at the inconspicuous pavilion halfway up the mountainside, he knelt down with his legs bent, and kowtowed three times in the direction of the pavilion.

With the beginning of pulling up Zimo's cold palm, the two jumped up, and the dragonfly skipped the Pingshui that was several feet wide, and it was ten years, this was the first time Zimo left the Pingshan realm.

According to the rules of the Pingshan Master's Sect, only disciples who have cultivated to the sixth order can enter and exit Pingshan as they want and travel freely. And the senior brother cultivated to the sixth order early on, so he traveled in Hongchen all the year round and rarely returned to the mountain.

And the third senior sister also broke through the sixth order half a year ago, and it is estimated that it will not be long before she leaves Pingshan.

Gathering less and leaving more, this is the original appearance of the rivers and lakes.

(End of chapter)