"This fat man is not of much value, but we found this from him."
The one who spoke was Jin Yiwei who was in charge of escorting Ke Xing.
He pulled down the face scarf that covered his mouth and nose, took out a brocade handkerchief from his cuff, knelt on the ground, and respectfully handed it to Jiang Zirou.
"What's this?"
Jiang Zirou reached out to take the Fang brocade handkerchief, put it in his hand and opened it, and watched it carefully in the dim light from the window.
"Like a map..."
Ling Xiao behind him came over and said.
The lines on the Jinpa are very simple, with different lines representing mountains, rivers, and lakes. Although it looks very messy at first glance, the marks on the Nanting Lake side are also very conspicuous.
Probably because the lake is really vast.
Frowning, I looked at it for a while, but didn't find much useful information.
"Seeing this map, I suddenly remembered something that happened before."
Handing the map in his hand to Ling Xiao beside him, looking at the hazy rain outside the window, Jiang Zirou said:
"When Ke Qiao assassinated Jiang Heng last year, he was wearing a piece of armor, which could cut off the perception of a saint, and forcibly resisted my sword energy. It was very extraordinary. Does this map really matter?"
"Ke Xing is Ke Qiao's younger brother, I think it is very likely that there is one..."
Ling Xiao replied:
"Why don't you give it to the Jinyiwei people to study it. They should be quite good at things like these."
"also may."
Jiang Zirou nodded and agreed.
It's just a map, and it's not worth her spending too much time on it.
It would be good to leave it to the people below.
"By the way, you just said that there are many eyes growing on Zhoushan Mountain?"
"Yes, it's weird and scary, but for some reason, it didn't hit me."
"Crack!"
A bolt of lightning fell outside the window, making Ling Xiao's face pale.
"It seems that the source of all this appears on Mount Buzhou. My guess is correct. The news that Jin Yiwei has summed up is still too little. I might as well go there myself."
Jiang Zirou narrowed his eyes.
Look at the boundless mist on Nanting Lake.
She thought of the ubiquitous gray fog in the Demon Realm, and she didn't know if there was any specific connection between the two.
"Master, please be careful!"
Although he is very confident in Jiang Zirou's strength.
But this matter is really a bit evil, and Ling Xiao can't help but feel worried for her.
"No problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zirou heard a shrill cry from outside the window.
Push open the window.
But on the other side of the street, not far away, in Jiaofangsi, a thin figure was pushed out.
It was a beautiful singer in a pink skirt and tulle.
She was drunk, her clothes were wet from the rain, and she clung to her body tightly, shivering from the cold.
He staggered and fell into a bamboo forest in the corner, and retched a few times while holding the bamboo to the ground.
After vomiting for a while, nothing came out, but it seemed like something was stuck in his throat.
Ge Ling was really helpless, so she squatted on the ground, covered her throat, and stretched out her hand to dig into her mouth.
But after holding it for a while, still nothing came out, she finally blushed and cried out in pain.
"Father... Mommy, I feel so sad..."
"I want to go home, I don't want to stay here anymore..."
After crying for a while, Ge Ling staggered and wanted to stand up, but after walking a few steps, her body tilted and she couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground without moving.
It's just that there is a faint red overflowing from under her body, staining the ground red.
It was washed away by the rain in an instant.
Both Jiang Zirou and Jiangcheng were attracted by the singer who fell to the ground.
Jiang Cheng was silent for a while, and finally took a step forward, slowly opened an umbrella, and walked to the singer, covering her from the rain.
"Also a poor man..."
Jiang Zirou came to her and brought back the singer who had fainted on the ground.
Stretching out two fingers, putting them on the singer's delicate wrist, a little vitality was injected, the wet clothes were dried instantly, and a trace of blood appeared on the singer's pale face.
She slowly opened her eyes.
The focal length appeared in the big dull eyes, and when he saw Jiang Zirou, he was amazed.
She straightened up.
Barely standing up, he bowed gracefully to the two people in front of him: "Thank you two benefactors for saving me."
"It's just a little effort."
Jiang Zirou nodded slightly and smiled at Ge Ling.
Just at this time, the shop owner came from the kitchen, holding a jar of burnt rice wine in his hand.
"Thank you old man..."
Jiang Zirou reached out to take it, brought two clean tea bowls, and poured one for Ling Xiao and the singer.
"The rice wine is mild and good for warming your body."
She first pushed the tea bowl filled with rice wine to the singer, and then said softly to Ling Xiao:
"The rice wine in this store tastes very good. Drink it while it's hot. After a while, the taste will dissipate when the wine cools down."
The wine jar was not big, two bowls of wine were poured down, and there was not much left in it.
Ling Xiao drank the rice wine in the bowl, but saw Jiang Zirou's slender figure had come to the door, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and was about to go out.
"Master... I will go with you."
Ling Xiao followed behind her with a serious expression and a firm attitude.
Jiang Zirou frowned and was about to refuse, but at this moment.
"Boom!"
The majestic loud noise, like the opening of the world, rolled in from afar like a wave. At that moment, the earth seemed to tremble, and the entire Nanyang City seemed to jump violently.
what happened
In the restaurant, the old man came out of the kitchen, and the singing singer held the rice wine with her slender fingers.
The two looked at each other in dismay, both with the fear from the bottom of their hearts that mortals face when they face Tianwei.
Jiang Zirou and Jiang Cheng did not speak.
Just staring at the direction of Nanting Lake, where the black mist was blown away by the more turbulent tide, at the end of the line of sight, under the dark night intertwined with lightning, a high mountain was slowly rushing towards Nanting Lake.
Look carefully.
Only then did I realize that the incomparably majestic thing was not a high mountain, but a wave formed by the pitch-black lake.
Touch the sky and touch the ground to destroy everything.
In an instant, this dying city came alive, and countless people were screaming and running from different corners.
Some are old people who were left here.
Some are homeless girls.
There are also thieves who want to stay and make a fortune.
At this moment, everyone was screaming desperately, running desperately towards the outside of the city under the pouring rain of the Tianhe River.
"Snapped!"
The teacup in the singer's hand shattered on the ground, and the wine was spilled all over the floor. The poor girl was lying on the table, sobbing uncontrollably.
The old man hiding in the kitchen sighed, his cloudy eyes were full of relief from letting go of everything.
"Master..."
Ling Xiao's face was terribly pale, and he turned to look at the girl beside him.
She looked calm, could not see any fear, with a kind of indifference beyond the world.
"In the face of nature, no matter how powerful a monk is, he will realize his insignificance."
She spoke softly.
The voice was ethereal, as if it came from the sky, with a special rhythm.
Jiang Zirou turned around and glanced at Ling Xiao, "But cultivation is a process of fighting against the sky."
The singer who was sobbing on the table raised her head and looked at her blankly.
The old man also came out of the room, rubbed his eyes, his face was full of shock.
Jiang Zirou's body was lingering with a faint fluorescent light, step by step walking towards the earth-shaking waves.
Seemingly slow.
But every time she took a step, she covered a distance of hundreds of kilometers, and after a few steps, she appeared above the city.
The clothes are loose, and the long hair is like a cloud.
A small golden sword appeared in her hand, and with a wave of her bare hand, the earth-shattering dragon chant overwhelmed all the noises in the world.
Everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at the sky.
The small sword was only three feet long, but when it tore through the rain curtain, there was an arc of light extending several thousand meters at the top.
"boom!"
The endless sword light collided with the same vast waves.
Constant annihilation, ablation.
In the end, the strength between each other was wiped out by each other.
The aura of Yuan Shen Dao sword was dim, and it flew back to the center of Jiang Zirou's eyebrows.
And the terrifying wave that covered the sky and the sun also spread out not far away, turning into a water curtain and slowly falling from the sky.
The clouds were pierced by the sword light.
A golden sun fell from the sky, leaving a meandering rainbow in the water curtain.