Chang'an has entered autumn again, and people have not yet been relieved from the scorching summer heat, and the sky seems to have become much cooler all of a sudden. The direction north of Chang'an also began to blow a swishing cold wind, faintly making people feel the severe cold of the north.

The green bamboo sword courtyard is covered with withered yellow bamboo leaves, a gust of wind blows, the yellow leaves on the ground are rolled up to the sky, and then let it fall slowly, as if it rained, making a rustling sound, and the withered old bamboo branches also swayed with the wind, which is inevitably a little irritating to listen to.

In the evening of that day, it rained in Chang'an.

This is the first rain since the beginning of autumn, an autumn rain and a cold, not long after the rain fell, the wind has become much more biting. The pedestrians who were walking with oil umbrellas involuntarily tightened their sleeves and hurried to the road.

Mo Zhifeng was sitting in the Heavenly Prison Division sorting out the file, the sky was a little dark, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of a very special file, just because it had the seal of the prince himself.

"In the autumn of the thirty-sixth year, the prison felony Zhao Xinji escaped from prison on a rainy night......"

He stared at the short words of the first line, and his whole face became a little sad. It has been a year since Zhao Xinji's escape from prison. Although the imperial court worked hard at that time and thoroughly investigated inside and out, it was never able to find out who the inner ghost in the court was.

Until he was finally involved in Yi Siye's murder case, and then the imperial court's purge of Chang'an East Lane, the matter was over, and it has dragged on to this day, and the case has not been closed.

He Zhao Xinji is not a god, and the rumors of flying away from the sky are all nonsense. If Zhao Xinji really had such magical powers, how could he be willing to be arrested and imprisoned back then?

Mo Zhifeng can never forget that ten years ago, he personally captured Zhao Xinji and put him in prison, which made the first contribution. Not only did he avoid death, but he also became the head of the Heavenly Division. However, there is a lot of moisture in it. Not to mention that Zhao Xinji was seriously injured at that time, and he didn't do his best at all, he just pretended to make a few swords, and then gave up resistance and was taken alive by him.

Mo Zhifeng was sure that Zhao Xinji at that time must still have the strength to escape, but he was eager to ask for credit, so he didn't think about it so much.

"What if Zhao Xinji's imprisonment is just a pretense?" Mo Zhifeng thought of this, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "This diverts the attention of the imperial court, just to let one of them escape by taking advantage of the chaos......"

"Who could that person be?" Mo Zhifeng thought about it left and right, but he couldn't come up with a reason.

Because there are so many people who can be suspected......

Xu Changfeng pushed open the door and looked at the sparsely falling raindrops in the courtyard, and the cold wind blowing in his face made him shiver.

He stretched out his palms and stretched out the eaves, letting the raindrops fall on his palms, making his warm palms slowly become cold, and he seemed to return to that night, that cold rain.

He stood at the door of the school hall without washing the marrow, looking at the rain and breaking his bowels.

"Half a year has passed, and now I am still stuck at the peak of the marrow washing realm, and I have never been able to take half a step forward...... "The young man withdrew his palm, clenched it into a fist, put it to his mouth, and gently sighed into the fist.

In the past six months, he has used almost all kinds of methods, and he has not eaten less pills in his cultivation, but he still can't break through this barrier.

If you can't condense the aura, you can't build the foundation of the spiritual platform. Without the spiritual platform to lay a foundation, his cultivation could only stay in place and not move forward.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked towards the ear room of the house, where the doors and windows were closed, and he could vaguely see a faint light shadow reflected inside. Liang Yi had completely advanced to the late stage of the third order half a month ago, but he was not complacent because of this, and he was still cultivating without sleep or food.

"There are only fifteen days left until the Starry Society......" the boy gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice, "Do I really have a chance?"

He vaguely remembered that in the autumn of last year, it was when Zhao Xinji escaped from prison and Mr. Qin left.

He said that he wanted to learn swords, not for anything else, just to be able to live.

"Live...... If I want to live, I have to be strong. The boy clenched his fists and looked at the rain curtain on the horizon, unconsciously distracted.

In a daze, he seemed to see a girl, a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, wearing a light yellow dress, walking in the rain, the autumn wind blowing her hair on her shoulders, very beautiful, very beautiful.

The girl walked farther and farther in the rain, and he opened his hand to grab something, but in the end all there was cold rain and bubbled air.

When the boy came back to his senses, he found himself standing in the middle of the courtyard at some point, letting himself get wet in the heavy rain. The rain fell down his eyelids, making him unable to open his eyes.

That feeling of déjà vu once again ran through the whole body.

A year ago, it seemed that it was because of such a similar rain that he suddenly had an epiphany.

The young man's slightly decadent eyes suddenly flashed with a clear light, and he quickly sat down cross-legged on the spot, ignoring how the heavy rain washed over him. He closed his eyes, held his breath and concentrated, and the aura of heaven and earth ran along the meridians around his body for a small week.

The darkness of vision became blurred again, and a faint light appeared in front of him, dispelling the never-ending darkness, and although the light seemed so small, no matter how much the rain beaten, it could not be extinguished.

The boy reached forward and touched it, and a hot sensation spread from his fingertips to his whole body, which made him subconsciously withdraw his fingers.

This lamp turned out to be a real existence!

"Huh?"

At this moment, he suddenly felt that there was a trace of heaven and earth aura pouring into his body. Although it was only a small change, he still felt very clear about this small change after nearly a year.

Since entering the peak of the Pulp Cleansing Realm, he can no longer contain more aura in his body, it is like a bottle, which is already filled with water, and no matter how much water is poured into it, it will only overflow.

Is it because of this lamp?

The boy thought to himself, took a deep breath, and touched his fingertips to the lamp once more.

Ulla......

The boy felt as if his hands were about to burn, and his whole body was burning as if he was suffering indescribable suffering.

Just when he wanted to give up, he began to feel that more and more heaven and earth spiritual energy was pouring into his body, as if, this bottle had become bigger!

In fact, his meridians are still as slender as ever, indicating that the bottle has not gotten bigger. It's just that the water in the bottle is compressed, and as the pressure inside increases, the water that was previously filled becomes smaller and smaller.

This is...... Condensation Realm!

"Have I broken through the Condensation Realm?" exclaimed the young man.

However, at this moment, the torment continued, in addition to the burning all over the body, it seemed that there were thousands of ants crawling on the body, and the feeling of tingling and itching made people can't help but scratch frantically.

But the boy didn't care about this, and at this moment he had already put his whole palm into the lamp, as if he could take out the wick inside with a slight pinch.

He recognized this lamp, and he had seen it more than once in his cultivation in the past six months, but he had never been so close to it.

Just like last year, if it hadn't been for the cold rain that made him sick, he wouldn't have thought to touch the wick.

"Xu Changfeng, why are you so stupid?" the young man scolded in a low voice.

There is a magic weapon hidden by his side, but he doesn't know how to use it. If it weren't for the rain this time, he would still be in the dark.

People only want to touch the flame when they are cold, and this is the so-called chance in the dark.

Whoa......

The rain became heavier at some point, and the boy sat still in the rain, motionless. If you look closely, you can see that on the surface of his skin, there is a white mist constantly rising.

His skin was so hot that he could dry the cold rain that was falling!

Time passed little by little as the rain fell, and the torment continued in the young man's consciousness. Several times he could barely hold it anymore, and hurriedly pressed his right hand with his left hand, forcing himself to leave his hand in the lamp and let it burn.

The aura of heaven and earth was also like a stream, pouring into the young man's body.

Late stage of the Condensation Realm...... The pinnacle of the Condensation Realm......

The teenager could clearly feel that his strength was increasing.

"It's not enough!" the boy roared.

As the strength becomes stronger, the torment on the body is also increasing.

Even the eyelids felt as if they had been cut by a knife, and it was an indescribable pain.

There are many ways in this world to make a person miserable, and at this moment, the boy is suffering from this kind of inhuman torture.

Think about it carefully, the methods used by Mo to stop the wind to deal with Zhao Xinji in the prison are still too naïve.

Although in his own conscious world, the boy still felt that he was about to pass out, his eyes could not be opened, as if he felt blood flowing down his forehead, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and it became extremely difficult to breathe.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and a lightning bolt fell, and a tall tree in the West Lane of Chang'an fell, making a loud roar.

Liang Yi sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly opened the window, only to see a familiar figure lying in the dark courtyard.

The light shone out from the room, and you could vaguely see that it was a young face.

Liang Yi shouted, climbed out of the window, and plunged into the rain.