"Sha..."

The hallway is dark and dark.

After the looting of the presumptuous First World War, there are not many things on the seventy-seven floors of Yueyang Tower that can be preserved. The fallen candle was prostrate on the ground, burning with the remaining wax, and it was unknown when it would be extinguished. The traceless figure disappeared at the end of the stairs in this dim light and shadow, and the dead words seemed to be a warning and a reminder, accompanied by a slight smoke and fire night breeze drifting back into the wing...

The people who should have left have already left, and there are only four people left in the wing.

Although there are a lot of people, they seem to be lonely, and even Xiahou, who can't rest for a moment, can't say anything at this moment. A heavy heart is like a broken river, and the dry riverbed makes up for the cracked mud and rocks. Each has its own thoughts, and each has its own worries, maybe just like Xia Xun's previous conversation with Gu Fan, tonight's battle does not belong to their generation at all, and no matter who wins or loses, it actually has nothing to do with them. And the competition that really belongs to their generation should be on the Datang National Examination in the near future. Since Xia Xun has chosen that difficult path, the trip to Kyoto will inevitably be full of thorns...

"That's... That one... That Ah Xun, I think you should hurry back to the village to avoid the limelight. Xia Hou was probably frightened by Traceless's words, and even his words were a little scarred.

Xia Xun glanced at him angrily: "It's embarrassing." ”

"It's better to be embarrassed than to lose your life, those beasts in the Soul Chaser Building are not fuel-efficient lamps. Last year, there was a king in Yuyang City who was said to be on the book of life and death, and he hung up in two days. Xiahou said quite unhappily.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. Xia Xun pretended to be calm and patted Xia Hou's shoulder: "Didn't the senior uncle of the Soul Chasing Building help me suppress the matter? After that, he didn't leave room for Xia Hou to reply, then turned his head to look at Peony and said softly, "Go ahead." ”

“......”

The little face was slightly red, and the peony seemed to be a little shy, and she hesitated for a while before she quietly excused herself: "Can you go?"

"Hehe..."

Xia Xun smiled: "Definitely not, if I go, the sword master and the Cao Pavilion master will not beat me to death?"

"Uh..."

The small mouth pouted slightly, because he was displeased. However, seeing that Xia Xun said it so decisively, it was not easy for the peony to twist again. Although her face has always been very thin, there are some things tonight that really have to be done by her face to be justified. If someone else does it for you, I'm afraid you will be laughed at.

Thinking of this, Peony's beautiful eyes glared at Xia Xun fiercely, and Xia Xun couldn't help but tremble. Then, Peony smiled faintly, and slowly walked to the balcony of the wing room...

"Whew..."

At this time, there is actually no balcony anymore, and there is only a big hole that was broken through by the previous fight. This hole is very large, nearly ten zhang high, along the wall moth through the upper floor of Yueyang Building, the sky of purple glow from outside the building with a breeze reflected, blowing up the peony dark long hair, three thousand green silk naturally scattered, while the moonlight reflects her slender gray linen robe, reflecting the sparkling fluorescence. Looking up from the outside of Yueyang Tower, the peony that came out of the room was like a fairy who went down to earth by night, extraordinary, elegant and beautiful, and at the same time made people admire it awe-inspiringly, but it was easy for people to fall in love. And looking down from the Yueyang Tower, the three thousand miles of Yueyang are almost in full view, with magnificent rivers and mountains, and a prosperous city. The whole city's rivers and lakes, people's homes, and tourists are looking up at this time, which is like a vast and endless sea of pilgrims, which is even more spectacular.

Looking at the long river of Yingshui, it flows three hundred in the east and three thousand in the south. The waves crash against the rocks on both sides of the river, and the dense sails of the warships are just like the fallen leaves in late autumn, piled up disorderly and neatly on the river, swaying gently with the waves. On the bow of the boat, the crimson flag of "An" flew alone against the river breeze, not dancing much, and could not suppress the sound of rolling waves. The officers and soldiers guarding the bright place still held their swords, and the blades reflected the cold light of the bright moon, and they held their heads high. The men and horses lurking in the shadows were still tightening their iron bows, and their arrows were aimed at their targets while looking around. The two sides have been fighting against each other for a long time, and although they are restrained in their fighting intentions, there is always some residual leakage. A faint murderous aura faintly floated in the air of half of Yueyang City, gloomy and cold, making some ordinary people who were naturally sensitive easily feel a trace of inexplicable panic.

In fact, it's not just these ordinary people who are flustered?

For many people in the rivers and lakes on the Yingshui River, the original panic is now a little funny. Because, the sky has changed color, and the only saint in Yueyang City has also stretched out his hand to this Yingshui River. This means that tonight's huge saber-rattling is estimated to be no longer able to fight.

"Sha..."

The bright moon shines on the high-rise buildings, and the purple clouds are swirling.

Peony, who was standing on the upper floor of Yueyang, quietly looked into the distance, while she gently unfolded the ink jade bamboo slip in her hand.

With the unfolding of the bamboo slips, the purple mangs attached to the outer wall of Yueyang Tower once again emitted countless wisps of silk and converged upwards, swaying the sky. Wisps of purple light gently wrap the bamboo slips like spring silkworms, layer by layer, like a purple star in the silent night, bright but not dazzling, charming but not charming.

"Up..."

The bamboo slip was fully unfolded, and Peony held the bamboo slip in both hands and raised it slightly by a few inches. At the same time, there was a solemn and righteous aura in her beautiful eyes, as if she was angry but not angry, staring into the distance. Jiao Sheng shouted: "Haoran Heaven and Earth, righteous and heavenly." Ask the heavens, Confucianism listens to the order!"

"Confucianism listens to orders..."

"Listen to orders..."

"Order... Order..."

The aftermath lingers, and the breath reverberates.

The sound of peony drinking is actually not very loud, and it stands to reason that it can be transmitted several miles away. But what is amazing is that her words were spread throughout Yueyang City in an instant through the purple glow in the sky! The faint voice of the three thousand miles of road echoed endlessly, as if the heavenly immortals were reciting the scriptures over and over again, sacred and*. As the words spread, both the ordinary people and the high-rollers in Yueyang City bowed slightly in the direction of Yueyang Tower one after another. Even the King of Yueyang on the Yingshui high platform, as well as Xia Yuan, Wuyan, and Li Qingfeng and others under the high platform, all stood up one after another, looked up solemnly, and gave a junior salute to the ink jade bamboo slip on the Yueyang Tower.

"Ahem..."

Before the sound subsided, the people of the whole city were bowing, and at this moment, two dry coughs suddenly came from above the clouds of the Nine Heavens! The low and naturally slightly hoarse were obviously different from the previous peony drink, but as long as it was an elderly Yueyang person, they would not feel unfamiliar with this voice...

Because, the owner of this voice is the old man who has lived in seclusion on the top of the Tianshan Mountain for 20 years!

Quiet, silent. At this moment, time seemed to be rendered by the holy Confucianism, and the people in the entire Yueyang City seemed to have forgotten to speak, and even the crickets, insects and mosquitoes in the grass were completely quiet at this moment. It was as if the whole world was still and ready to listen to the teachings of God, silent.

The vicissitudes of life and the calm voice came from the clouds again.

"The vicissitudes of life, Confucianism asks the sky. God does not know the suffering of the world, and the world has its own sages to protect it. Today's Yueyang is no longer yesterday's Antai, and the loess stained with blood for 3,000 miles has not dried up, so it is not appropriate to start disputes again, so you should go elsewhere. ”

"Whew..."

Words, slowly.

It began in the nine heavens and scattered in the city of three thousand miles.

When he finished speaking, a night wind suddenly rose. The wind is light, from the north of the city all the way to the entire Yueyang City. With the wind drifting willow catkins, the purple glow in the sky turned into endless glow and streamer in an instant! From the nine heavenly clouds, from the long river of Yingshui, with its unique bookish breath, across the night sky, seeping through the clouds, and then surging again to the vast mountains in the west of the city.

The streamer is overflowing, and the silence is still quiet. The stars are like dew, and the moon is like snow. The breeze gradually faded with the purple glow, the grass on the roadside gently swayed the leaves, the frogs stared, and the insects flew low. Those who come to the court in the rivers and lakes look at the high-rise buildings in the north. The people of the market look at the mountains in the west. It's all a kind of admiration from the heart...

At this point, the matter may have come to an end for the time being, but no one dared to speak first. Because, the old man's short words still reverberated in the air of Yueyang City. It is like a scoop of pure and cold holy water, washing the city over and over again. This made many people let go of the big stone in their hearts that had been suffocated all night, and at the same time, it also made many people carry a new melancholy because of it.

Since ancient times, the literati have visited the sky, asked the sky to build Yueyang and heard the world, and the people of the world have always been proud to be able to settle in Yueyang and make pilgrimages to the sky. But since the war twenty years ago, three thousand miles of loess have been bloody, and the lonely souls have been wailing day and night, so that the sacred land of the literati in this corner has been coated with a thick layer of dead air. Twenty years, twenty years is not enough time for this city to wash away all these pains, nor can people forget the tragic situation of corpses and mountains of corpses. Wentian may still be the Wentian who carries the will of the people in the world, but Yueyang is no longer the Yueyang of the prosperous era of the past. The ghost plotted to escape to the north, the divine sword was gone, and the original pattern of the three saints was proud, but now there is an old man who has not asked about the world for twenty years, and he is still stubborn.

It can't bear the pain of the past again.

But, in any case, since the saint who asked the heavens came forward to stop the fighting, then Yueyang City should not have to shed any more blood tonight, and as for the future, it will be a matter for the future.

At least, that's how it is now...

As long as he asks the old man on the Tianshan Mountain to live for one day, then no one will dare to disobey his will, Xia Yuan will not dare, King Yueyang will not dare, and the dance banquet from the east will not dare.

The wind passed, and the clouds disappeared.

King Yueyang on the Yingshui high platform first clenched his fists and bowed slightly towards the west of the city: "Late life is always safe, follow the decree of the Holy Master." ”

Followed by...

"Obey the decree of heaven. ”

"Follow the teachings of the Holy Master. ”

"The Pure Yang Sword Sect is tightly subject to the Holy Will..."

Like King Yueyang, whether it was the dance banquet on the passenger ship in the east, Li Qingfeng and Lu Suifeng under the high platform, the Taoists led by the warship in the north, or those people in the rivers and lakes who were submissive, they all bowed down one after another and clasped their fists to the west of the city to ask Tianxing. Even Xia Yuan, who had always been lawless, put away his ruffian virtue and seriously bowed down a little bit towards Wentian...

"Yuan, respect the law. ”

“......”