Chapter 92

He could clearly feel the cold iron of this sharp blade against his neck, the cold feeling. Just one step forward is death.

"Where did the villain come from... Dare to murder his own disciple in the Sword Sect?" This disciple thought about it for a while, and wanted to calm the scene first, so that he could scare this person away.

However, the blade hanging in front of the neck did not leave, and a face poked out from behind it darkly, and Wen Renxing opened his mouth and whispered: "Little junior sister of the Sword Sect, where is Weige?"

"Wen Ren Xing?!" This disciple immediately understood that it was none other than Wen Ren Xing who put the sharp blade on his neck!

"I'll count three times, and if you don't say..."

Just as Wen Renxing said this, this disciple had already turned into a puff of smoke, and then appeared on the high wall.

"I happen to be looking for you, and you have no way to cast in this hell, so don't blame me. The disciple crouched on the high wall and looked at the Wenren Star below.

"Divine sense?" Wen Renxing asked.

"It's too late to know now!" the man shouted and disappeared. Look at this disciple turned into a cloud of smoke again, and then appeared behind Wen Renxing, the smoke almost came out of the ground, and then turned into a human form, and stabbed Wen Renxing in the back with a sword. Before the sword touched Wen Renxing, his ears buzzed, and the sound was extremely harsh, as if countless needles were piercing his eardrums.

"Ahh

Wen Renxing grabbed this person's neck, and at this time, without the blade in his hand, no matter who could use his divine sense, this person could no longer turn into a cloud of smoke and walk away.

"Finally, where is the little junior sister Weige, otherwise you will die with a ruptured eardrum here!" Wen Renxing pinched the man's neck, and the other hand was still holding the sword.

This person had no choice but to point to the house not far away, and then said word by word: "Little junior sister Weige is there!"

Wen Renxing looked down at the person's finger, and the person seized the opportunity, stretched out his palm and slapped Wen Renxing's stomach with force, this palm made Wen Renxing take a step back, and the hand holding this person also let go. The man hurriedly picked up his sword, but before the sword could be picked up, the hand stretched out down was gone, as if there was no such hand in the first place, and then he wanted to exert his strength, only half of his arm moved there, this disciple was completely convinced, and sat on the ground, his eyes were full of tears, I don't know if it was the pain of the broken hand, or he was frightened by the smell of the people in front of him.

"I don't plan to do my best, if I let the breath gush out unscrupulously, I am afraid of causing trouble, so I have to put it away at once, so as not to be noticed, I will ask again at the end, where is the little junior sister!!" Wen Renxing stuck his sword on the ground and put one hand on it, and the humming sound came to the man's eardrum again.

"Ahh!!h In the end, he couldn't stand the torture anymore, so he nodded and said, "Say!

Wen Renxing stopped the divine sense in his hand, let go of his hand, and quietly waited for the following.

"In... Back Mountain..."Before he finished speaking, he passed out.

At this time, Wen Renxing couldn't care so much, so he took the sword back to the scabbard and headed towards the back mountain.

After climbing the steps of each section of the divine consciousness, there will be a period of great increase in power, this skill is not an illusion, almost every layer of the class has the scenery of each layer, and after climbing, there will be a feeling of seeing the small mountains, so that it seems that the effort spent on climbing is worth it, if the bottleneck period is the weakest time, then just entering a new period of divine consciousness is the strongest time.

At this moment, Wen Renxing is crazy, cold-blooded and ruthless, I don't know what the Weige of the back mountain is to him, but looking at his back, you can know that the soaring murderous aura suddenly came out, and suddenly sucked it back, like boiling water on a dead cover, it can't be let out before the time is ripe, but its boiling degree has climbed to the peak, once the lid is lifted, it is an uncontrollable scene.

What can be induced by it is the heart-destroying divine sword in the sword mound, this stone sword has begun to tremble, and this restless mood is like saying again: surging out more violent qi!

You can clearly see that the stone on this divine sword has fallen a very small piece, so small that it is about the same as a grain of rice, but you can see the real sword body of this divine sword through the fall of this grain of rice, even if it is a gap of a grain of rice.

Youzhou City was soon covered by the goose feather snow this night, the thick snow was like stepping on cotton, early in the morning, Liu Cong was outside for a whole morning, climbing and rolling, and even eating the snow, until the hands and feet played until the cold sweat was turned into ice slag on the back, and then he was willing to return to the house.

"My brother likes snow very much!" Xiong reverently glanced at this Liu Cong.

After Liu Cong entered the house, he took the door casually, patted the snow on his body again, and kept spitting hot air in his mouth, and then took off his clothes at once, and hurriedly drilled into the quilt.

"Brother Xiong, my hands were still cold and unconscious just now, how could this be so hot?" Liu Cong said in the quilt.

Xiong Jingchong smiled, got up and came to the window, and said: "Snow is a good thing, Ruixue Zhaofeng year, I heard that some people in the north will go to the river to swim in the winter day, it is said that it can strengthen the body, your hand that touches the snow will naturally not be frozen." ”

Bai Xiyue didn't believe what this literati said, no matter how Liu Cong instigated him, he decided to stay in the quilt without moving.

This Fan Shijin came in with a basin of water and began to freshen up. Everyone looked at Fan Shijin, but Fan Shijin was quite sluggish and got up early. He should have been waiting for the reply of the Northern Zhou court, and he didn't expect that someone would come at noon.

"Why don't you see Brother Wei?" Fan Shijin washed his face very carefully, slapped the water on his face with both hands, wiped it with a towel, dipped it in water and then twisted it dry, and put it next to this basin.

"Brother Wei went out for morning exercises, he said that the plan of the day lies in the morning, what else is there..."Liu Cong only remembered this half of the words.

"The plan of a lifetime lies in diligence!" Xiong Jingchong added.

Fan Shijin picked up the towel again, wiped it near his neck, and then said: "What your brother Xiong said, you must listen to it, this hard-working person is favored by God." ”

Several people in the quilt laughed happily a few times, but they didn't say anything, and they didn't reply to Fan Shijin. Fan Shijin wiped it, walked out with this basin of water, walked into this small courtyard, and splashed it outside, this water turned into ice slag when it met cold air, and it seemed that it was not water, but white mist, and this white fog was the effect of this water meeting air into ice slag, and the water spread out like a round of ice flowers blooming in the air.

When Fan Shijin looked at the pouring water, Uncle Wei walked back shirtless, waved his hand at Fan Shijin from afar, and said in his mouth: "Brother Fan is so elegant, he is still playing with ice flowers here." ”

Brother Wei said with a smile, this is just after washing his face, he came over to pour water and saw this spectacle by chance. Fan Shijin held the basin and looked a little embarrassed.

The two of them walked into the house together, and saw that several people in the house were hiding in the quilt, although this winter is the season of hibernation, but this room is full of men, Uncle Wei couldn't look past it, picked up Fan Shijin's basin and knocked it, and said, "Get up! Get up! It's very warm in this room, are you still shrinking like this, what do you look like?"

"Ouch, my brother Wei, you are my own big brother, you let me sleep for a while. Bai Xiyue got out of the quilt and said to Uncle Wei.

Liu Cong was very clever, he got out of the quilt at once, and then began to dress, and Xiao Wu next to him had to reluctantly leave the quilt. Uncle Wei's call was to make several people sleepy, and although they were very reluctant, they all got up.

When they got dressed and walked to the lobby, the shopkeeper stopped a few people and said, "A few messengers, someone from this court has come, leave a letter and leave." ”

"This Northern Zhou is interesting, I'm in a hurry to go back to sleep and go back to sleep..."

However, these words were quickly blocked by Liu Cong and Uncle Wei's hands, and the two of them tacitly agreed to cover this Baixiyue tightly, and they couldn't run outside at all.

Fan Shijin took the letter after thanking him, and after several people found a place to sit down, Fan Shijin opened the letter, and frowned before he finished reading it.

Seeing this, several people wanted to know the content of the letter, knocked on the table, Fan Shijin reacted, and said to everyone at the table: "This is Qu Gong's invitation letter, inviting me to go to his house for a gathering first..."

Liu Cong was very puzzled after hearing this, and asked: "This is not a big deal, why is Brother Fan frowning..."

"Little boy, when you go to someone else's house as a guest, how can you bypass the head of the house and see others first? According to the order, you should meet King Zhou first, and then go to the Prime Minister's Mansion. "Uncle Wei is always ready to enter this hand, several young juniors like to open their mouths to talk nonsense, so he directly reached out to block it, but no one seems to be talking nonsense.

"The prime minister's hand is stretched far away, and even the envoys have to go to his house first, which means that after going to his house, they can go to the court to face the saints. Xiong Jingchong couldn't help but sigh at the Northern Zhou Dynasty, on this table, he and Wei Shujin, one is the son of Taiwei, the other is the son of the prime minister, although the two official positions are different in name, but the actual effect is almost the same, in the previous countries, this power center will not be tilted so seriously, what kind of person is the King of Zhou in the Northern Zhou Dynasty? All this can only be swept by Xiong Jingchong's mind, and when the curtain is really opened, it is time to see the king of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.