South of Changling City, Shendu Prison.

Except for a few big people in the depths of the palace, all the magnates of the Great Qin Dynasty were deeply wary and afraid of this place, but at this time, many people in this building were full of deep vigilance and fear in their eyes.

Just for a woman dressed in white.

Ye Celeng stepped out of the carriage and walked alone along the gray stone path into the gloomy courtyard.

Wisps of heavenly light fell obliquely against the mottled wall, spilling on her body.

In the deepest courtyard, a carriage was parked next to a dying dead tree.

The carriage was the deepest purple, and the wood exuded a moist light, and it was carved with patterns, and the relief openwork overlapped, and it was inlaid with gold and jade, which was extremely luxurious.

Ye Ce stopped coldly, staring at the carriage, she laughed, and said sarcastically towards the study in the courtyard: "This should be the sandalwood red sandalwood carriage in the Liling Monarch's Mansion, I didn't expect it to be taken by you, and the dignified head of the Divine Capital also likes such vulgar things?"

"I didn't think about it, I just liked the smell of the wood itself. ”

A flat voice came through the hidden door, and it seemed a little hollow.

"I don't care about the shape and the smell, this wood is rare, but it makes sense. Ye Ce turned around slowly, didn't move again, just looked inside through the hidden door, looked at the fine dust floating in the light, and said coldly: "It's just that others don't know your flying sword cultivation, don't I know yet? I don't want Bai Shan to die for a reason, why are you?"

There was silence for a moment in the door, and then he said, "Don't you really know." ”

Ye Ce said coldly: "I really don't know. ”

"The bird is hidden. There was silence for a moment and said, "It's just that I'm doing this, not for myself." ”

"Whoever you're for, I hope you don't do it again in the future. ”

Ye Ce Leng raised his head and said calmly and coldly: "I am me, you are you, you should know that I don't want to owe you anything." ”

There was no more speech inside the door.

Ye Ce Leng didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

However, just as she moved, the voice that seemed a little hollow inside the door sounded again: "There is something I did not record in the report. There are some problems with the route taken by Bai Shanshui, and she seems to have been to some streets and alleys on purpose. ”

Ye Ce turned around coldly.

......

A yellow-robed cultivator stepped out of the carriage and stepped on the soft grass outside a woodland outside the gate of the Minshan Sword Sect.

The Minshan Sword Festival had already ended, but the masters of the various cultivation places and some court officials who came to watch had not all dispersed, looking at the yellow robe on this cultivator's body, and then feeling the aura on this cultivator's body, they all understood where this yellow robe cultivator came from, and various emotions appeared in their eyes.

The yellow-robed cultivator acted extremely respectfully and low-key, and he whispered a few times to a green-shirted disciple in charge of the Minshan Sword Sect, then returned to the carriage and waited quietly.

Thinking that the honorable hostess in the palace must be in a bad mood, the teachers and court officials of the various cultivation places did not dare to stay deliberately, and even some of them who were supposed to stay for a while left early, and the surroundings of this woodland soon became more and more quiet.

The green-robed cultivators of the Minshan Sword Sect came and went, and Zhang Yi followed him silently, through the forest, and walked towards the carriage where the yellow-robed cultivator was.

The yellow-robed cultivator had already directly informed him of his identity and intentions, but Zhang Yi didn't understand how his identity could make such an arrangement for that extremely noble woman.

So the closer he got to the carriage, the more thrilling he felt, the more uneasy he felt.

When he saw Zhang Yi's figure, the yellow-robed cultivator walked out of the carriage.

Then he bowed slightly to the cultivators of the Minshan Sword Sect and Zhang Yi who were leading the way.

"Niangniang asked me to pass on this letter to you. ”

Without any superfluous words, looking at the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator who had retreated to the side and Zhang Yi who had walked in front of him, the yellow-robed cultivator with a respectful face said a word calmly, and then took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's face instantly turned pale, and his hands trembled when he didn't touch the letter.

But he didn't make any sound, he lowered his head slightly, opened the letterhead, and looked at the handwriting inside that contained great power, and his hands trembled even more.

"I see. ”

After reading it three times in a row, confirming that he had not missed a single word, nor had he comprehended the meaning of a single word, he bowed slightly to the yellow-robed cultivator, and then said, "I agree to such a proposal. ”

The yellow-robed cultivator looked at Zhang Yi's pale but resolute face, looked at his hands that were still trembling, and stretched out his hand, as if to take back the letterhead, but at the same time that his fingers just touched the letterhead, the letterhead was shattered by a soft force, and directly turned into fine flying dust and scattered in Zhang Yi's hand.

This was a powerful cultivation realm, but such a yellow-robed cultivator was just an ordinary messenger to the perfect woman in the palace.

In the mountain gate of the Minshan Sword Sect, there are some courtyards at the foot of the mountain on the side of the Qingyu Mountain Road.

Some new disciples, or disciples like Zhang Yi who are about to start studying, are temporarily residing here.

Zhang Yi returned to the courtyard where he was temporarily staying, and without saying hello to Dugu Bai and others, he closed the door and entered the room, unfolding the pen and paper.

His face was still pale, but his hands had regained their steady.

He quietly wrote a letter, left it on the table, and pushed the door open.

......

......

A black cloud flows slowly across the sky.

A black goshawk glides through the clouds and over a black mountain.

The black mountain is not tall, not a single grass or tree grows, but there are countless large and small tombstones standing in the forest.

Outside the mountain there is a royal army.

There is a tomb in a valley near the top of the mountain, and the tombstone in front of the tomb is a small imperial crown.

Emperor Qi stood in this valley with a sad face.

He was the only one standing in the whole valley, on the whole mountain.

When Zhang Yi quietly left a letter and pushed the door to leave, he was also looking at a secret note that had just arrived in his hand.

He wasn't so calm.

After carefully reading the last word of this secret note, he cried directly, crying very hard, very desolate.

"Ruoshi! you went without complaints, but since you went, I couldn't sleep well, and in my dreams, I often saw the Qin army's tiger and wolf army breaking through the city, and no one could stop it. ”

"Ruoshi! The Minshan Sword Club has just ended, and you know that Changling has produced another genius boy like Jing Liuli and An Baoshi. ”

"Ruoshi, it's so bitter to think about... When the Bashan Sword Field was at its peak, Qin Di had already produced so many geniuses that people couldn't think of, but now, they are still emerging in endlessly, is his Yuanwu really destiny?"

"Ruoshi! Jing Liuli and An Baoshi are already inferior to the young people of each dynasty, and in another ten years, I am afraid that no one will be able to resist, but it is not enough to have two such monsters, and now there is another one. We're good, you finally left such a disciple, but you buried yourself with you, what does this mean?"

"Every time I think about this, I can't wait to go with you. ”

If it weren't for the people of Qi Country, I would have loved to go with you. ”

Emperor Qi cried without an imperial demeanor, and tears flowed profusely.

The grave in front of him was dead and silent, not even a single weed had grown, and there was not even any strange aura that a cultivator could perceive, but as his cry grew louder and louder, the dirt on the grave began to tremble slightly.

It was obviously just black dirt trembling, but it clearly exuded an aura of displeasure that saw through Emperor Qi.

Emperor Qi's eyes widened and he stopped his sorrow, but he sobbed from time to time.

The dislike aura was even more disliking to be disturbed, and the tranquility became more sharp.

The soil on the top of the grave was like burnt incense ash floating in the wind, and a little black light slowly came through.

A black grass with a dark and cold aura grew from it.

This black grass only has one blade of grass, and when it grows, it is still facing Emperor Qi, but in an instant, it is the tip of the grass that is aimed in the direction of the Great Qin Changling.

Emperor Qi's sobbing also stopped, and after being entangled for a moment, he bowed down to worship the tomb, and the moment he turned around, his face was still filled with tears, but the depths of his eyes were dyed with a layer of joy.