"Smack!"

The old man couldn't suppress the anger in his heart when he finished speaking, and slapped the table! Under the muffled sound, the bamboo table was not broken, but the old man's palm was deeply sunk into the table. It can be seen how indignant the old man was at what the junior brother did back then.

"Senior brother is serious. ”

Although the old man was furious, the shadow looked very unimpressed, and he turned his eyes to look at the night sky of Beicheng, and at this time, the flames of war in Beicheng were already burning. Twelve fierce beasts encircled and suppressed the red elephant, and the red elephant ran in the air with thousands of red mangs, sweeping in all directions, and did not fall into the wind. Between the advance and retreat of the two sides, each exchange of blows can make the night flash with a burst of brilliance, trembling for a while.

"Life in the world, just a hundred years, in an instant, right and wrong, good and evil are just a thought, and saints are not exempt. Just like this group of dolls on the Yingshui River, they each have their own plans and take what they need, and in terms of their power, what they do is right. Although you have the wisdom to discern and dare to ask the heavens, how can you judge their good and evil in this matter that is not right or wrong?"

"Fallacy!"

Listening to the shadow's seemingly reasonable, but in fact extremely unreasonable rebuttal, the old man became even more angry. Twisted his palms into fists, stared at the old eyeballs, and broke off. It's just that the shadow didn't give him a chance to say another tirade: "Senior brother, don't worry, let me finish speaking..."

The shadow continued: "If you are strong, you will survive, and if you are weak, you will be eliminated, this is the law of heaven. Throughout the ages, how many emperors and generals have not all been successful and their bones have withered? Nearly like the first emperor and Tang King, when the No. 1 order was issued, we waited for him to fight for half his life, leveling the hundreds of countries and thousands of counties in the east, west and south, and how many billions of souls died under our sword in those decades? But we have made the world one from now on, and it has been peaceful for a hundred years, is this good or evil? And far like King Taizude, he sought to usurp the throne for the sake of power and selfish desires, killed blood and Guangxuandian, raided the family and the civil and military of the dynasty, and slaughtered the literati and Confucian scholars for a while. How can the blood he dyed be a hundred times that of Feng Xian? But he created a prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty for the people of the world, and this is good or evil?"

At this point, the shadow eased slightly, turned back to the old man, and said: "Water can carry a boat, it can also overturn a boat, and everything has a degree of prosperity and decline." The world's beacon fire was a foregone conclusion decades ago, whether it was Xia Yin, Lu Fengxian, or Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang, everything they did was nothing more than to make a final decision, end this troubled era, and restore peace to the people. Although some people must not be sacrificed during this period, as long as one party succeeds, the dispute can be settled, and it is not necessarily a bad thing. And what about the master? At the beginning of the game, he was free from the world, but when the game was about to end, he broke the game and made an oath of heavenly punishment, although no one dared to act rashly under the heavenly punishment, and he could temporarily suppress the pain of all the people in the world, but what could this be? What was the result?

Xia Yin escaped to the north and educated the barbarian slaves. Fengxian is in seclusion, and life and death are unknown. Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang have been away from the world for 20 years. Behind this seemingly calm and calm, do you think the world is really peaceful?"

“......”

The shadow asked, but the old man didn't answer.

In fact, the old man agrees with the statement of the shadow from the bottom of his heart.

Because this is the case, their master's action back then was not necessarily right in a sense. At least if he didn't make a move, with the ability of the god-killing man at that time, he would only need to give him a few more days to sweep away thousands of troops, break out of Yueyang, drive straight to Kyoto, and behead Huanglong, and the chaotic times in the world would inevitably end. It will not lead to today's seemingly prosperous times, but in fact it is a chaotic world, divided by the heroes, and panicked.

"Heh..."

The shadow waited for a while, and when he saw that the old man was speechless, he sneered heavily, and then said, "You also think that the master's approach back then was very naïve, right? He can create the world and control the heavens and the earth, but he can't influence the cultivators' hearts to ascend to heaven, and he can't eliminate the greed of those in power. This is the cycle of the Heavenly Dao, and it is also the nature of human beings. Now, there are no immortals in Penglai, the Buddha country is its own circle, the two masters of pure yang are gone, the world is so big but there are no immortals to protect it, the chaos that was not over is about to start again, who can stop it this time? In this case, then why don't I wait to take the old road of Fengxian again? After all, he was successful back then..."

"Where do you get your confidence?" As soon as the shadow said to me, the old man held back his anger and suddenly asked: "Confidence dares to be compared with the Fengxian back then?"

The old man asked this question quite profoundly, he obviously looked down on the junior brother in front of him, but he really probed the power behind this junior brother at a deeper level. Because, when the cultivation has reached their level, they simply don't care about deception. Since Shadow has picked up the Supreme Killing God many times tonight, he must have his great reliance.

"And where do you get your confidence?"

The shadow was very clever, and at once he heard the old man's temptation. However, he also did not answer the old man's question, but asked rhetorically: "Confident that Fengxian is still in the world, or do you believe that Xia Yin, who is not Fengxian, can still plot the world?"

“......”

At this point, the two of them began to play word games again, neither of them wanted to turn over their last hole cards to the other party, nor did they want to suffer a little loss first. The impasse was once again formed. It's not so much that they are brothers in the same sect, but that they are two old foxes who are calculating with each other in order to prey on food. At the same time, the night sky of the northern city has become colorful. Although thousands of miles away, no matter how loud the sound can be heard here, the huge movement in the night made the stalemate brothers tacitly cast their eyes out of the window.

Northern...

Fire trees and silver flowers, just like day.

The countless sword shadows that were originally guarding around joined the battle group at some point, and their addition directly led to the rapid expansion of the war in the north of the city. There is no need to get close, just at the top of Wentian Mountain, you can clearly see the mess in the north of the city from a distance.

The shadow of the sword in the sky is like a rain waterfall, the sword light of the ten directions is burned into a blazing fire, and countless figures are stepping on the waves and leaping, like a flying fish in the water stepping on the waves, rising to the sky, blooming, holding the sword, like a meteor staggered. The battle between the twelve fierce beasts and the red elephant is still the most eye-catching. They kept colliding, and the intertwined Dao brilliance was like thunder in the dark night breaking through the sky one after another, tearing apart all directions. In the battle situation here, how many people participated in it, I can't see an approximate idea for a while. But judging from the fact that the violent waves of the two sides directly stirred up the waves of Yingshui for more than ten feet, the number of people fighting this battle is probably not small.

And the most miserable ones have to be those "poor people".

The houses on the shore have collapsed, and the embankments on both sides have been violently knocked out of 100 gaps, and the lower embankments have begun to be drained by the river. Rolling waves, carrying mud and stones like thousands of horses galloping, even the most solid buildings can not withstand the wave of stamping, all become slag. Fortunately, the fishermen living on the banks of the river have already been evacuated by the officers and soldiers, and even the idle wanderers on the embankment who have done their best things have long since slipped away when they saw that the situation was not right, otherwise I don't know how many innocent people would have suffered this unjustified disaster tonight.

Even though the battle of Yingshui had been going on to the point of being like this, the Seven Star Courtyard, which had been in place for a long time, did not move. The seven holy swords hung abruptly at the core of the chaotic battle, blooming with brilliant brilliance, motionless. It makes people feel that something is always wrong, that they seem to be waiting for something.

"I'm not confident and I don't trust anyone. ”

The river breeze is slightly fishy, gradually blowing from the north of the city to all directions, coldly blowing the green bamboo on the Wentian Mountain, rustling. The carefree cricket chirping has stopped for a long time, and time has passed for a long time. The stalemate in the bamboo hut on the top of the hill was first broken by the old man, and looking at the embankment along the river in the north of the city, he spoke again: "I just want to do something for innocent people in the troubled times in the future." ”

Xia Yin wouldn't think so. The shadow said in a deep voice.

"Lao Yin won't. The old man smiled strangely and shook his head: "But his grandson will." ”

“... Oh?"

The shadow did not answer immediately, as if considering the meaning of the old man's words, and was silent for a moment before he said, "He's just a pawn." ”

"He's not just a pawn. The old man said.

"But out-of-body cultivation has restricted his path. Shadow said.

"A child's heart can reach the heavens and the earth. The old man said.

"After all, the power of the individual is limited. ”

"But the possibilities are endless. ”

“......”

The shadow seemed to smell something else from the old man's words. Because, this time he was silent for a much longer time than before.

"What's under the hood?"

“......”

The same question was asked twice by Shadow Ask. It can be seen that the old man's previous brick-throwing still left him with a pimple. But in the face of the problem of shadow persistence, the old man chose to keep silent calmly.

"I can answer your previous question. ”

The Shadow chose to back down first in the stalemate. However, at this time, the old man no longer bought his account, and the old man shook his head and said coldly: "You don't need to answer. ”

"Why?"

"Heh..."The old man suddenly sneered: "Because I won't say anything if you answer, and you can't touch him anyway." ”

"Uh..."

Shadow was stunned when he heard this, he never expected that a serious old man would suddenly say such a sentence that was almost a scoundrel. It's just that at this moment, he faintly realized some loopholes in the problem, as if he had unknowingly fallen into a whirlpool.

After thinking for a long time, the shadow asked word by word: "You were the one who wrote the word Xia Xun in the book of life and death half a year ago?"

The old man smiled and shook his head: "I don't have that kind of financial resources. ”

“......”

It's strange to say.

Although the old man denied this, it was obvious from his smile that he was calm about the question. Moreover, the old man's answer is also very problematic.

Regardless of whether the transaction is successful or not, the most important thing is the employer's information, and it is absolutely impossible for the employer or the senior management of the soul chasing building to know who the murderer is, let alone know the price of the murderer. However, the old man didn't ask the reason for this, so he vaguely said a price to buy the murderer, which I am afraid is still a little unknown.

"You know that. ”

"Of course I do. ”

The old man added lightly: "Because this was originally my idea. ”

"It turned out to be you..."

When the shadow heard this, it was like an epiphany.

Something that had puzzled him was instantly in his mind.

It happened half a year ago...

Half a year ago, a mysterious guest had come to the Soul Chaser. The reason why this person is mysterious is because he is really mysterious, as if he appeared out of thin air, and even a pervasive killer organization like the Soul Chaser Building cannot find out any effective information about this guest. On that day, he came and went away, and he did not take a step down the big chariot during the transaction, and even the speech was replaced by others, and he did not make the slightest movement from beginning to end, nor did he miss his face, as if there was no one in the chariot at all.

And the only thing that the Soul Chaser Building knows is that this guest is very rich. As for how rich it is, it is most appropriate to describe it in four words - rich and rival the country!

It is not an exaggeration to describe this guest in these four words. Because, his arrival only did one thing, that is, this thing, he shocked all the high-level leaders of the Soul Chasing Building.

On that day, the guest didn't know how to find the stronghold of the Soul Chasing Building, and also found the high-level elder who was in charge of the book of life and death. They didn't talk about the price, and with a wave of his hand, the customer directly ordered his subordinates to write the word "Xia Xun" on the life and death book of the Soul Chaser Building at the cost of the well-being of the thirty-four gold mines and six dragon veins in the Northern Regions. Then he waved his hand again and drew a red circle on the word "Xia Xun" at the same sky-high price, suspending the assassination order of Xia Xun by the Soul Chaser. According to the rules of the Soul Chaser Building over the years, the name on the book is killed, the name on the book is removed, and the name on the book is left. This means that Xia Xun's little life is temporarily stored here in the Soul Chasing Building, but the Soul Chasing Building has no right to interfere, as for when to kill and when to release, it has to be decided by this mysterious big customer, if someone wants to overstep his authority to buy the murderer, then he must be able to bid twice as much as this customer. However, this double price is to say lightly, if one of the poorest gold mines produces one million taels of gold, and one of the weakest dragon veins can refine spiritual energy for a hundred and ten years, the sixty-eight gold mines thrown out by this big customer plus the well-being of twelve dragon veins are enough to make the people of Datang worry about food and clothing for nearly half a year!

It's a sky-high price...

A sky-high price that no one can imagine, because few people in the world can see such a fortune with their own eyes! Even in the Soul Chasing Building, there has only been one more expensive purchase order than such a sky-high price in the past 100 years. And the customer who bought the murder that time was the thousands of courtyards in the Tang Dynasty! The person who wanted to kill was the killing god who almost slaughtered the saints in the world! And now, the mysterious guest put such a price second only to the value of the killing god on a young man who had few cultivators and could be killed by everyone. This makes the whole thing unbelievable. It's no wonder that the saint in front of him was puzzled for a long time.

And now, he finally understood.

More precisely, it was the old man's words that reminded him and made him more confirm some of the conjectures in his mind. So, he already knew who the mysterious guest in the big chariot was...

"Old eighteen. The shadow said three words slowly.

"Oh. ”

“......”

The old man replied ambiguously, and said no more.

The phoenix, cool and fluttering, slapping the green bamboo sand in the mountains. Ask the Confucian students in the plank road on the waist of Tianshan Mountain have left a lot, after all, it will be dawn in two hours, if you don't hurry back to the room to make up for sleep, you will have to be whipped by Mr. tomorrow in the morning.

The fireworks in the northern city are still bright, even more fierce than before. From the cold wind wafting from the north of the city, you can already clearly smell a smell of blood, although it is still very light, but it is certain that the river water in the north of the city has begun to change color.

Ask the top of the mountain, a small bamboo house.

Quiet as water, dead as ice.

The stilled space inside the house is in stark contrast to the sea of bamboo swaying with the night breeze outside. In the study, a thick layer of frost formed on the ointment that had been studied on the desk for a long time, and the extinguished candles, the still Cao Pavilion Master, the Dao Master, the Dean of Tianshu, and Zhou Yuanshan lying on the bamboo bed were also frozen out of a layer of white frost mist. The strange shadow looked at the old man quietly, and the old man looked out the window into the distance. At this moment, for this pair of brothers who have known each other for nearly a hundred years, there is no need to say many things clearly.

Because, even if the old man doesn't say it, the shadow knows that the out-of-body boy called "Xia Xun" definitely has a big problem. Otherwise, the old man would never have arranged for their rich junior brother to dig a pit for the Soul Chaser Building in advance! It was also a very deep pit, so deep that even the shadow had to suspect that Xia Xun was the soul of the dead prince who was borrowed by the ghost to return the corpse!

Without it...

It's a price, it's too much.

Sixty-four gold mines and twelve dragon veins are comparable to the wealth of hundreds of millions of people in the Tang Dynasty for half a year, but they are just a price for the old man to make a move against Xia Xun in order to contain the Soul Chasing Building.

What about the others?

What about the other forces?

Since the moment Xia Xun stepped into the realm of the Tang Dynasty, there have been many people who have hollowed out their minds to do something to him. Not to mention, the Chunyang Palace, the Tang Dynasty, the large and small forces that were oppressed by the ghost plot back then, and even the side of King Yueyang, in the face of these people, how much price will the old family pay to save a small life for Xia Xun?

This is a question that no one can answer except the old man himself. But these questions tell the shadow from the side that his senior brother is no longer simply valuing and blessing that young man, he must have discovered something...

"We don't have anything to say, do we?"

I don't know how long it took, the old man looked out the window and asked coldly.

"I have something to say, but you don't say it. The shadow replied in a deep voice.

The old man raised his elbow and wiped his face: "Knowing this, then why waste each other's time? Besides, for the sake of the friendship between the senior brothers in the same sect back then, I have already said a lot of things that should not have been said tonight, and you know enough." ”

"That..."

"It's not early. ”

“......”

The shadow was reluctant and wanted to ask, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the old man waved his hand perfunctorily, signaling him not to say any more. The shadow was cut off, and he knew that he really had nothing to say tonight, so he had to keep his mouth shut and say no more. But he didn't follow the old man's words and leave immediately, but followed the old man's gaze to look out the window and look north of the city...

Under the moon, the willows, the clouds and shadows.

Light dancing dragon snake, Yueyang fishy wind.

Three hundred miles of wolf smoke curfew,

Three thousand miles of crawling.

What does the king want?

When will the beacon go out?

Raw, I don't know.

Death, I don't know.

Who?

“......”

Looking at the streamer dancing in the north of the city, the shadow fell into deep thought slightly, and the past came to his mind. Whether it was in the past or now, there are always things that are easy to understand, but difficult to understand, so he needs some time to figure it out. As the old man said, he had said a lot of things tonight that he shouldn't have said. And his hostility towards the shadow may just come from the fact that the Tao is different. If he really regarded the shadow as an enemy, then he would never reveal the slightest bit of information about Xia Xun, let alone tell the shadow about his burial in the Soul Chasing Building.

However, he said...

That shows that the old man still has reservations about the position he stands on as a junior brother. The facts also proved that the old man guessed correctly, because at this moment he was looking at the shadow of speechlessness in the distance, and he was hesitating.

"Whew..."

The wind was a little stronger, and there was some warmth.

The hills to the east also showed a hint of the red of the early sun.

"I'm leaving. ”

I don't know if I figured it out or not, the shadow turned back slightly, looked at the old man and said. The old man waved his hand with cold eyes: "Let's go quickly, I still have something to do." ”

"Sha..."

The old man finished talking, and the shadow stopped talking.

A gentle breeze then blew into the room through the bamboo window of the study. With a gentle trill, the shadow turned into a black smoke shadow as it was when he came, and the smoke shadow turned into endless black dust, scattering in all directions, blending into the air and gradually fading, and finally disappearing without a trace.

The shadow is gone.

"Click..."

"Hiss..."

His departure was like a handful of frost and snow, and suddenly a bowl of boiling water was poured down. In an instant, the cold temperature in the room was emptied, and the cold was dispelled at the same time, as well as the invisible power that imprisoned this corner of the space!

The confinement dissipated, and the time and space in the house instantly returned to the normal orbit of this heaven and earth. The circulating air and the gentle warm breeze are blowing in through the bamboo windows, and there are more and more of them. The extinguished candles, the frozen smoke blown away by the warm wind. It didn't take long for the frost and mist covering the four people of Cao Ge Lord and the others to begin to melt rapidly, and the white mist rose and made a "squeak" sound, just like the scene of everything reviving when winter turns to spring. On the bamboo bed, scarlet blood flowed out of Zhou Yuanshan's wound again, accompanied by melted frost water flowing to the ground...

"It's... This..."

"What happened?"

“......”

It didn't take long...

The three of them, the Cao Pavilion Master, the Sword Master, and the Dean of Tianshu, woke up from their static state one by one. They didn't know what had happened here, it seemed like a dream, but the time of this dream was too short, for them it was only a matter of moments from the shadow to the time and space to the shadow's departure, and they didn't even know that the shadow existed. They could only rely on their cultivation to vaguely feel something strange at this moment. Coupled with the frost and fog that was rapidly thawing in the study, they were even more puzzled.

Here, what must have happened ...

The old man glanced at the three of them, but did not answer the eager question in their hearts. He pointed to Zhou Yuanshan, who was lying on the bamboo bed and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and said lightly: "Go and boil a pot of warm water and wipe his body." Then go to the pharmacy and bring the safflower and old ginseng. ”

“......”