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At this time, it was already summer, and in the hot and dreary weather, people were still staring at the scorching sun and running on the ground, no matter what, although the war was gone, the living still needed to live, and even expected to live better.

The wheels creaked and turned on the streets, the drivers carefully pulled the reins, and there were children playing and chasing on the crowded streets. Occasionally, when a cool breeze blows, the sun-exposed vendors quietly stretch their necks and let the wind pour into the back of their necks, and their expressions immediately become comfortable and comfortable.

At such a hot time, the plague in the north and the signs of division in the Jurchen civil strife became like a fire on boiling oil among the literati and storytellers, and since the enemies of the north could not go south for a short time, the merchants from all over the country began to re-enter the trade route of goods.

And for the literati, more importantly, the original spring boudoir, also because of the large area of land in the north is in great need of peace and governance, in the Dongchang proposal to reopen the examination in August this year, the east, west and south of the three candidates will be escorted by the local government to Beijing for the examination, so as to avoid unnecessary accidents on the way, this news spread out from the channels of the East Factory, so that the already crowded Bianliang once again became a place of flocks.

On the other hand, in the development of the situation, things like Wu Zhuangyuan, who have always been not taken seriously, have now become increasingly powerful under the auspices of Dongchang, and the martial artists who came to take the exam from all over the country have also made the Kaifeng Mansion quite nerve-wracking.

The overcrowded places such as inns and green buildings have caused the most riots. In a sense, the gathering of people who practice literature and martial arts also gives the original literary crepe Jingshi a lot more heroic.

But in general, whether it is the Jurchen civil strife, or the past Liangshan, Jiangnan Lazhi and the like, they are more or less inseparable from the arrest factory located in Donghuamen, and the admiral Bai Ning in the Dongchang Yamen.

On the rivers and lakes, there is no stranger to this name, and even some jealousy and fear, but fortunately, the other party is in a high position, and it is impossible for the prime minister to stare at the slightest bit of wind and grass on the rivers and lakes every day. It's just that people outside don't know that the Red Mansion established by Bai Ning in private has been operating in a quiet pace.

Under the operation of Dongchang's funds, the power of the Red Mansion has enveloped the entire Gyeonggi region, but in terms of doing things according to Bai Ning's predetermined steps, there are still many people who don't know.

Of course, for Bai Ning and even a few thousand households in Dongchang, what the Red Mansion did was a small fight in their eyes, and it was not a 'big deal'.

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On a hot summer day, the breeze blows across the surface of the lake, the swimming ducks are playing, and a flock of ducklings chirps softly around the adult ducks.

Under the willow trees outside the reconstructed lakeside pavilion, small figures practice martial arts there. And in the pavilion, a woman named Xiao Bottler shrunk under her thighs with her bare feet, snuggled up to the figure next to her.

"Five poisons..."Bai Ning looked at the information sent by the red clothes of the Red Mansion in his hand, "ruthless, viper-hearted, human-faced and beast-hearted, uncompromising means, madness.... These five people are kind of interesting.... Have you heard of it?"

On the attached bench, the woman straightened up and took the paper from his hand, with a spring on her eyebrows, showing that she had been in a good mood recently, probably because there was no one else, and the one next to her belonged to her.

"These people seem to have some reputation for evil ways, but it doesn't matter. She threw the page on the stone table, "If your two men can't hold these people down, just go to the bottle and keep them in order." Then he leaned to the side and leaned back again.

Moment.

The seated figure stood up abruptly, allowing the woman to lean into the air. Bai Ning pretended not to see it, and walked towards Linglong's side with his hands in his hands, and said, "You don't care about the affairs of the Divine Sect over there?"

Stubbornness flashed.

The vial leaned back against the wooden railing behind the bench, her bare lotus feet stacked on top of each other and swaying, the brass bells on her feet and necks jingling non-stop, and she tilted her head to grasp a wisp of green silk.

"You're driving me?"

"Not really. ”

"That's fine. The vial raised her face, letting the sunlight spread on her fair face, and her tone seemed so calm.

In this afternoon, just as the dull past more than half a month, at the end of June, it was finally time to come, Bai Ning saw a letter in the study.

Twenty-six.... See you at Pingling Ferry.

The content of the letter was in simplified Chinese calligraphy, and only Bai Ning understood the meaning of it, and after cleaning up his mood, he took the Xuantian Mixed Yuan Sword hanging on the wall, and went to the appointment alone without anyone knowing, which was the beginning of the plan.

Bianliang suburbs, Pingling ferry.

The night breeze blew through the gaps in the trees on the banks of the Yellow River, and the starlight fell down, and there were figures walking in the cold glow.

The current of the Yellow River in this section is not so turbulent, the ferry boat is tied to a wooden pile, with the water waves slightly undulating and swaying, when Bai Ning came to the ferry, the nearby boatman had turned off the lights and slept.

"I'm here!" he said flatly.

At the moment of the slow sound, the leaves swaying in the wind suddenly seemed to explode, and a figure pounced, so fast that people could not see clearly, and what poked out was a palm.

Bai Ning, who was on the shore, drew his sword in an instant, slashed back, and the slender blade tore through the air with a humming sound.

The figure that rushed suddenly opened his hand, and the sword momentum suddenly stopped between the two, and for a moment of stalemate, the cold moonlight reflected two identical faces, except for one wearing a black and gold-rimmed palace robe, and the other a white scholar's robe, nothing else.

"You're also going to be sharp?" Bai Ning looked at the other party.

"You will, I will, I will, you don't. "The 'Bai Ning' over there is also biased, but the tone is more blunt and not so natural.

"I'm afraid not. ”

As soon as the voice of the black-robed figure fell, just when the long sword was almost about to break, the two of them used extremely fast moves to slam each other's palms, and the loud bang exploded, and the two sides retreated half a step, and the figure of the system then approached, and both palms were punched out. Swinging the sword over there, grabbing and slapping here, you come and go, and there are dozens of confrontations in a short instant.

The roaring sound hit fiercely like a storm in an instant, and the mud and rocks on the shore were scattered and flew out by the strength of the two of them like a rage.

It crackled against the wall of the boatman's house at the ferry, and after a few moments the lights came on, apparently awakened by the movement outside.

The battle between the two people outside lasted for a while, his fingers brushed the blade of the sword, Bai Ning suddenly increased his speed, stepped on a few steps and ran intensively, Bai Yang carried out, and the sword in his hand also followed, the blade slashed through the air, and there were obvious traces of division.

Thunderbolt Sword Technique-

In the originally cold and faint light, the figure in a black palace robe was as fast as a ghost, and in a breath, there was a buzzing sound in the air, and white light flashed. In the system's field of vision, he saw the other party's figure clearly, and directly stepped forward with his arms.

Guiyuan Gangqi -

With the support of the pure internal force, the soil under his feet suddenly pushed outwards and flew out, and the sword blade that suddenly came quickly on the opposite side seemed to be stirring in the water, creating a sense of stagnation, and the movement slowed down.

The moment one end of the sword body pierced in the invisible and distorted internal force, the moonlight reflected Bai Ning's face was miserable and white, and then flashed, and his figure was retreating. On the other side, the figure of the system is another step forward, which is a fierce handprint.

Ten Thousand rivers return to the sea――

Rumble!!

There was another loud sound, and in the direction of the palm force that blasted out, Bai Ning's figure had already dodged, and the majestic waves of air flew towards the private house that had just turned on the lights.

The debris and timber from the roof of the house were lifted back with a bang, and the front wall collapsed with great force.

The fisherman in the house stood in front of the bed, the whole person was already sluggish, and on the simple bed, his wife reacted with her arms around the quilt, and made an earth-shattering cry, and the fisherman came back to his senses and looked around.

muttered, "I... Where's my house...."