Threesome, all the way to the top.

"Tsk, what are you doing standing..."

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way here if you can't fight!"

Before anyone arrived, the comers were still far from the top of the mountain.

Looking at the colorful and tense forces of the various courtyards, Li Qingfeng opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

"Get out of the way......"

"Go away..."

Hearing the sound, no one was surprised.

On both sides, no matter how respectful they are, as long as they are standing at the mouth of the mountain road, they all consciously take two steps back one after another, making way for people to pass. Some of the disciples of the academy, even cast their eyes, showed three points of respect and three points of fear, and they almost bowed and saluted.

Actually, this is not surprising.

Without him, just because of the identity of the person who came, it is indeed a bit high.

One is the inheritance of the mantle of the will of the people of the world. A person who has been and is the leader of the first gate of the Three Thousand Yueyang, and who is also the strongest person on the bright side. And the old monk who seems to be harmless to humans and animals, but never speaks, it is even higher.

Because, his name is "Sanzang" and his name is "Golden Cicada".

As the name suggests, people practice the "Three Worlds of Mind Zen" in the hearts of the Three Realms and Six Paths, and inherit the Western Bliss Mahayana Buddhism! The first Buddhist gate in the southern region of the Tang Dynasty, the presiding abbot of Huasheng Temple. As for how high his cultivation is, it is unknown. I only know that there were rumors in the rivers and lakes that as long as people who have listened to him have been overtaken to the West to chant Buddha, even if the king is powerful, there is no exception.

How high do you say that's going to be?

......

Step on the yellow sand, not in a hurry. Three new shadows raised six thin veils of dust.

Da...

Da...

The calm monk walked to the field.

Bending down and raising his hand, he picked up a few relatively complete blood-stained copper coins from the blood pool near Chen Suixin and put them on the "stolen goods" held by Li Qingfeng.

Then, past the lone elder, continue to move slowly...

"What do you say?" Chen Suixin, who was guarding in the center of the crowd, glanced at Li Qingfeng, who was holding a pile of "dirty", and asked.

"What else can I say?"

Following behind the monk, Li Qingfeng replied casually: "That kid didn't tell the truth when he was killed, so we didn't come to find it by ourselves." ”

"What did you find?" asked Chen Suixin.

"Now, can't you see it? These piles are all dug dumbly..."Li Qingfeng pointed with his chin, and said with the "dirty" in his hand

"Works?" asked again.

"the fart!" Li Qingfeng was angry.

"Oh, then it's a burp..."Chen Suixin turned his eyes back, stared at the clumsy body of the old man, and said sarcastically: "Now, the old man wants our family to give an explanation." Look at this way..."

“......”

At the same time as Chen Suixin spoke, the monk who was moving forward had already walked to the pool of blood where Xia Xun and Peony had fallen today.

"Sasha~"

He took up his robe, bent his head, calmly brushed away the wet sand, and carefully twisted a few pieces of paper from the bloody field, stained with old blood. Through the remaining blood stains on the paper, I can still vaguely see that half of the word "country" is written on the paper.

As before, the monk still put the scraps of paper he dug up on the "dirty" that Li Qingfeng was holding. However, this time, after that, he did not do anything else. Just calmly looked at the rickety old planner not far away. It seems to be expressing something.

Know

The monk's actions made the Lord of the Pavilion Cao clear at once.

That's right, this scrap of paper is the "national test recommendation" on Xia Xun's body. Today, under the blow of the iron fan, his clothes are torn and his letters are in ruins. And the few pieces of scraps of paper that the monk dug up were only enough to barely make up a small half. Judging from the monk's posture at this time, the remaining half should be on this old planner.

Lord Cao followed the monk's gaze and looked at the old man...

"Admire, the mind of the Zen master, sure enough. ”

Before the Cao Pavilion Lord could speak first, Du Lao's wrinkled cheeks grinned with a self-deprecating wry. The old man's eyes were shining, he glanced at the monk, and then his gaze stayed on the Cao Pavilion Master, and said coldly: "Renxuan..."

The master of Cao Pavilion clasped his fists with both hands and made a junior salute: "Dare to ask, what advice do the seniors have?"

The only old man put away a wry smile. The withered hand reached into his arms and took out a few pieces of blood-stained paper: "You recommended Wentian's national examination this year to that little friend, right?"

Glancing at it, Pavilion Master Cao replied lightly: "It is indeed the national test recommendation of the heavens." ”

The Lord of the Cao Pavilion seemed to deliberately avoid Xia Xun's relationship, but only admitted half of the problem. But Du Lao didn't seem to have the intention of delving: "Then the matter here, you have to give a reason if you ask the sky." ”

The deep tone exudes a faint anger.

When the Lord of the Cao Pavilion heard this, he nodded slightly, and said politely: "Please rest assured, the matter here, if you ask the heavens in the future, you will definitely give a fair explanation." ”

"Hehe..."

The old man smiled, this time it was not a bitter smile, it was a mockery. Jingguang sank, slightly angry: "You said it lightly..."

"There is no proof of death, the public is all there for you, where does this statement come from?

In the face of the taunt of the elder, the Cao Pavilion Lord was not annoyed, and still nodded politely: "The seniors are too worried, Wentian has always been a place to read, and everything is reasonable." Therefore, we will certainly give justice to the dead. ”

"It used to be, but not now. The weight of these two people is enough to make you unreasonable..."Du Lao sneered.

Pavilion Master Cao's face gradually became gloomy as he said this: "How do you think this is good?"

The mockery converged, and the old man raised his head slightly...

"Surrender, public trial, and reparation. ”

Six words decisively and unambiguously spit out from that crumpled mouth, word by word!

“......”

The horizontal eyebrows sank, narrowed into a line, the soft color dissipated in an instant, and the coldness was on the face. Pavilion Lord Cao took a few steps forward quietly:

"Paying for your life?"

"Yes. ”

is also decisive, and it can be seen that Dulao's teeth are clenched.

"Heh~"

With a thick contempt, the Cao Pavilion Lord sneered slightly:

"Even if I really give you my life, how dare you!?"

"Whew..."

As soon as the word "Mo" fell, the mountain wind suddenly stopped, and a majestic momentum almost condensed the air, and it fell in an instant. It was so silent and suffocating that it was suffocating. Everyone's hearts suddenly tightened, their blades clenched, and their eyes were guarded. However, the flames on the torches fluttered wildly, as if struggling.

This is the power of the king!

Lord Cao Ge is trying to overwhelm people with power!

"Humph!"

Shake...

The power is coming...

The old man does not move, and his expression remains the same!

A cold snort came out of his nostrils. The whole mountain top was shaken in an instant. An ancient aura like the ancient firmament, surging out from the shriveled body of the old man! Shadowless and invisible, but equally powerful, like a real thing, so that anyone can clearly feel its terrifying existence...

It is also the coercion of the king!

"Little doll, don't deceive people too much. ”

Du Lao held on to a few pages of scrap paper, and said in a cold voice word by word: "In Yueyang City, maybe no one dares to ask for the lives of the two of them." But, elsewhere, there are people rushing to ask for it!"

"Then it's not your turn, come and ask for it. ”

Cold-eyed into a knife, as if he wanted to see blood, Cao Ge Lord replied lightly.

"Squeak~squeak~"

The two terrifying breaths, in an instant, were held together in this heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of feet. Devouring each other, intertwining, as if vowing to tear each other apart, distorting the entire space...

"Not necessarily..."

"Sha~"

The dry old hand slowly grasped and kneaded gently, and the residual paper instantly turned into powder, and fell down the gap of the fist:

"Kyoto is not as good as Yueyang, and the national test does not necessarily mean that people will not die. You say, no one would dare to do this?"

As the old saying goes,

The Cao Pavilion Lord's knife eye instantly froze!

"That's... Are you choosing sides?"

While speaking, Mo Yu Zhu Jian was slowly raised to his chest by him, and the murderous intent unabashedly bloomed from the cold light in his eyes!

He wants to kill!

The meaning of the words of the only elder has been very clear.

Since Xia Xun has a "national test recommendation", he must go to Kyoto to catch the exam. The day of the national examination is the time when Xia Xun is looking for the first level. And, what Xia Xun represents, everyone here knows very well, and this old strategist knows even better. However, under such circumstances, he can still say such cruel words. Whether these words are true or false, or angry words, they undoubtedly make the chess game that has not been active for 20 years an extra "killer" out of thin air...

Although, Lord Cao and Xia Xun have never been at odds. However, since that time when the old man made a move to refine the medicine, Wentian's position has been very clear. The old man wants to shelter the young man...

Then, the person who wants to kill Xia Xun now is the enemy of Wentian!

“......”

For a long time without words,

No one dared to speak here.

Because, everyone is anxiously waiting for the answer to that question...

And that answer has not come out for a long time. Yes, it's too heavy...

"Squeak~squeak~"

After half a moment, the killing power of the Cao Pavilion Lord was almost complete, and the coercion that had fallen gradually increased several times its strength. Cracks began to appear in the distorted space around them. In the cracks, wisps of terrifying killing intent, intertwined with the slightest thunder and lightning, flew wantonly...

The artifact called "Speechless Questioning" has already bloomed with a thick purple glow, and it can kill at any time!

"Squeak~squeak~"

"Squeak~squeak~squeak~squeak~"

The wind is quiet, the night is silent...

People's hearts are not stopped, they are bouncing heavily...

The light of the fire is faint, no longer dancing, as if waiting with people's hearts...

In the face of the coercion, the old man's gloomy face gradually showed a little helplessness. The sweat on the temples, the murderous machine that was pressed, condensed on the face...

"It's just to get some face, not to get into the game..."

“......”

Soft words!

It's a soft word...

He coaxed.

However, this does not mean that he is cowardly.

After all, the mountain of Wentian is too high, and the north side is too deep. And, the killing game with the world as a chessboard is a cannibalistic purgatory. In the past 100 years, who has entered the game, who is not the pinnacle of the world? Even if he is a saint of heaven and earth, if he is not careful, it will be the end of a Taoist extinction and the destruction of the sect!

Moreover, Lord Cao Ge is using this chess game as a threat, which is tantamount to forcing him to go to the sea of swords and fire, and gamble on his entire wealth.

He didn't dare to gamble on such a gamble, and he was not qualified to gamble!

"Sha..."

As Dulao's sentence softened and leaked out, the purple mangs gradually dispersed, and the ink jade bamboo slip was slowly put down. The Cao Pavilion Lord put away the monstrous killing intent and raised his eyes...

"Today's matter, ask the heavens to explain to you..."

"But...

Don't think about it..."

Suddenly!

"Humph!!"

"Rush!"

That's it!

As soon as the words fell, a cold snort, accompanied by a thunderous roar of breaking wind, sounded without warning!

A blue light, with fierce anger, rushed down from the nine heavens. The light is dazzling, dazzling, and in the dark sky, it is like a blue meteor that breaks through the sky...

"Instantly..."

This blue light is a moment, no more, no less, only a moment! There is only the sound of breaking wind, and there is no sound of landing. Just in the blink of an eye, the meteor has steadily fallen to the side of the lonely elder!

Expert!

The person who came was a master! Rushing down from the nine heavens, it was like a feather fluttering, and not a wisp of yellow dust was splashed. This kind of body method is not much worse than the previous Cao Pavilion Lord and Li Qingfeng's means of jumping from the tree!

The light fades...

"Tsk..."

"Renxuan, you are arrogant..."

The person who came was about fifty, with a blue shirt and a blue belt, and a red robe and shawl. Eagle nose willow eyebrows scimitar eyes, long face and thick lips, copper skin. A white bone feather fan, with a light swing between the hands, and a graceful demeanor.

"If it is unreasonable..."

"This person doesn't need you to hand it over... We're going to take it for ourselves!"

The expression is cold, the thick lips move slightly, between the lines, the words are sonorous, and the comer is not good...

“......”

Pavilion Lord Cao slowly looked up and looked up at the long night sky...

At this time!

Thousands of feet in the sky, more than a dozen giant birds hover, emitting various colors of fluorescence, like more than a dozen swimming bright moons, dazzling...

The giant bird, the god is fierce, only nearly ten zhang long and wide, the feathers are bright, like iron and jade, and at a glance you know that it is absolutely extraordinary. And the person sitting on the bird at this time is even more terrible. Even though they were thousands of feet apart and their faces were a little blurry, the breath that emanated from them was enough to make people here show their shocked faces...

That's all the momentum of the common people!

It's all the pinnacle of the apocalypse and the power of the king!

"Heh... A group of defeated men. ”

"It seems that we didn't beat them up back then..."

“......”

Sneer...

Pavilion Master Cao and Li Qingfeng didn't seem surprised by this, and the two sneers burst out almost at the same time. Full of contempt...

"Hehe..."

The Cao Pavilion Lord retracted his gaze and looked coldly at the feather fan beside the single elder: "It's up to you?"

The gently swaying feather fan stopped at his chest and did not move.

"For the jade to be broken, not to be saved. ”

"Are you qualified?"

"We'll see..."

"Hehe..."

With a chuckle, the mountain wind rises again.

Deflated, the torches dance again...

Since we have to wait and see, it means that there will be no more fighting tonight.

"Bang Bang..."

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the moon and stars are scarce.

Scattered and scattered, a few white doves took off one after another. Riding the cool night breeze, flapping the light wings, leaving a dark white shadow, embellished with the long night...

All the way west...

tonight

Yueyang can't sleep at night,

Yueyang Tower is the hardest to sleep.

With the return of carrier pigeons to the west, the sound of newspapers stirred up a burst of restlessness, making it difficult for people to have a quiet time...

A village was burned down, and no one was left alive. Seven Stars and Wentian, the two little ancestors, were injured in Arama. Junzi, Wuzhuang and other genius disciples of the Nine Academies were killed in the mountains.

This random thing can make the rivers and lakes of Yueyang City tremble for a while. What's more, all of this stuff broke out in one night?

Although, for the people in Yueyang Tower at this time, this matter is not about themselves. But, when it really comes time to fight, who can stay out of Yueyang when he is in Yueyang?

"Newspaper, Junzi, Wuzhuang, Sanhua and other nine court offices are in charge of bringing friends and offerings, a total of eighteen people, and the birds gather in Yishan thousands of feet in the sky..."

"Report! Du Qianyan and Cao Renxuan are facing each other, and Cao Renxuan is superior..."

"Report!

"Newspaper! Junzimen is in charge of Fang Xin, and the crane falls to the ground, to the top of the mountain..."

"Report ......"

"Report! Fang Xin let go, wait and see..."

"Report!" Cao Renxuan stepped down the mountain first..."

Li Qingfeng spat and led the Seven Stars down the mountain..."

"Report ......"

In the building, the sound of the newspaper echoed, and the hearts of the people on the first floor were rippling.

Upstairs, Yueyang Tower, the highest floor, the largest wing...

There are three figures, cigarettes are around, the brazier is burning, and it is burning letter paper.

Paper is the most expensive platinum paper in the world. It is made of seven points of platinum, two points of gold, and one point of moist bamboo, touching powder, melting water, and drying for half a year. After the paper is formed, it does not melt when it encounters water, and it is difficult to break by hand, and it can only be melted by high temperature and fierce fire. This paper is so precious and expensive that it is more expensive than real gold. It is usually used by the royal grandson and nobles, and it is used only when communicating in top secret.

And now, some people burn it as waste paper, which is not a tyrannical thing...

The hand that burns the paper is a big hand, as big as a casserole, and the fat is long, and almost only the flesh is missing. Pieces of platinum letter paper were casually thrown into a brazier by him, making a "rattling" cracking sound...

"You already knew..."

The graceful figure lazily leaned on the ferret jar and whispered.

"It's not early... I got the news just a few years ago. ”

"Hehe... You know a lot. ”

"In this world, as long as there is gold... There are very few things that you don't know. ”

The figure like a mountain grabbed a handful of gold paper and put it into the brazier: "But, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing..."

"Whew..."

The silver-white phoenix carving cigarette stick spit out a burst of slow white smoke, and the rickety figure gently shook the rocking chair: "Good things and bad things, it won't take long to see them." For now, let's look at that kid's path, how to go..."

"It's not easy to walk... It's not easy to walk. ”

Qianying stretched her waist, and her stunner-like figure was even more concave and convex under the dim candlelight. Coupled with the soul-like, coquettish and soft sound, it is really itchy. "Out of the body, I want to go to Kyoto to break into the Longtan Tiger's Den. I don't know if it's better to say that he's ignorant or confident..."

"Don't underestimate him. ”

The rocking chair swayed lightly, and the white smoke was slow, wisps after wisps: "Although some strategies were used, but once out of the body, it can be slashed into the sky, and this out-of-body cannot be regarded as an out-of-body experience." ”

"Even if he says it's apocalyptic, I'm not surprised..."

“......”

The white smoke dissipated, and sandalwood filled the huge chamber. The other two quietly reminisced, the allegorical taste of words and incense...

"Even so, it's still too early to get on the road..."After throwing the last piece of platinum paper into the brazier, the giant shadow straightened his huge body again, "However, since he is leaving, we must accompany him on the journey... Otherwise, if something goes wrong on his side, he will have to mess with the direction of the wind. ”

"Huh?"

Qianying's delicate body shook, and the two huge jade rabbits on her chest seemed to burst out.

"You want to go to Beijing?"

"No..."

The Shadow grinned in horror.

"Gold doesn't meet, this is the ancestral teaching..."

The eyeballs that were almost covered by the face swept over the two of them in the field with the words, and continued to say deeply: "So, I have to trouble your two mothers-in-law and grandchildren on this trip, and it is most appropriate to walk on behalf of my Jin family..."

“......”

The rickety old woman with a cigarette gun slowly straightened up...

Said slowly: "The Huang family in Kyoto may not necessarily give us much face for the Yin family..."

"If he can give that kid a big face, it's done..."

"Hehe... Then you've done a good job..."

"It doesn't matter..."

"Heh......"