The snow was a bit thick. Zhuo Yuanjiu leaned on the carriage cushions and looked out, his expression a little confused. The wind and snow became stronger and stronger, until the cow shook a little, and someone said: "Master, we are here."
Snowflakes fell in velvet, and the temperature was very different when they came out. A gust of cold wind blew in. Zhuo Yuanjiu shivered and quickly stepped over. In just a few steps, a thin layer fell on his body. He stepped forward and knocked on the door.
There was just no response for a long time.
Zhuo Yuanjiu opened the door as soon as he entered. There was a sheet of snow in the courtyard. No one had stepped on it. It was so quiet that he could only hear the snowflakes falling. A premonition suddenly came over him.
"Jie Yuangong?"
No one answered. Zhuo Yuanjiu pushed the door open and found no one: "There are no footprints in the courtyard at the entrance. It seems that Mr. Pei has left."
Zhuo Yuanjiu sighed. In fact, he was secretly relieved. Although this villa was hidden, there were risks in protecting Pei Ziyun. Now that Pei Ziyun had left, he was relieved.
"It's okay to leave!" Just as he was about to leave, he saw three stacks of paper on the table.
"Could there be another poem?" Zhuo Yuanjiu thought. He stepped forward to take the paper and read it. He saw that the paper was bound with thread, and the words on the cover were - Yue Nvjian, Liang Zhu, and Nie Xiaoqian.
Mr. Zhuo looked at the cover, flipped it over, and couldn't help but smile: "Mr. Jie Yuan is really successful in cultivating his energy. Even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, his face did not change. At this time, he still had the leisure to write a storybook."
"The wine is not empty!" After reading it again, I found that the author was this. Zhuo Yuanjiu had long heard that Pei Jieyuan would not be happy without wine, but he did not expect that it was not a misinformation. The famous saying is that the wine is not empty.
The Yue Girl Sword is the thinnest, so I started to look through it. As I read, I gradually showed a look of surprise.
With only a bamboo stick, Ah Qing defeated all the swordsmen of the Wu Kingdom. There is no shortage of lyrical novels in this era, but they are all traditional "talents and beauties". How can you see this kind of magic with a bit of romance? fencing.
"A bamboo sword, against a thousand armored soldiers, is worthy of Pei Jieyuan. With such swordsmanship, such majesty, such entanglement of love and hate, and heroic appearance, only such a hero can write such an article."
"The Sword of the Yue Girl" is a 10,000-word short story adapted from a few hundred words of miscellaneous history. Many of it ends abruptly, leaving the meaning unfinished. Now that Pei Ziyun writes it, it is not actually plagiarism. He almost re-writes it according to the words of this era. He has the writing style of a Jinshi scholar. , is capable of doing the job, with a word count of almost 50,000, which is a volume of its own in this era.
Zhuo Yuanjiu read it with gusto, and then looked at Liang Zhu. Liang Shanbo didn't recognize Zhu Yingtai, so he secretly scolded him for being a nerd. After reading it, he turned into a butterfly and left. His thoughts were hard to express. Although he didn't value love, he was still a little touched.
Store the supplies for the bullock cart in the small courtyard, pick up the books and rush back.
Governor's Palace
A charcoal fire was lit in the hall, and four gilt braziers were burning brightly, as harmoniously as spring. The governor only wore a silk dress and a crown. Although he looked a little tired, he was reviewing an article. At this moment, he saw his second son, who had not seen him for a long time. Opened the door and came in.
"Yuan Qiu, if I didn't go to your courtyard today, why would you want to come back?" The governor asked with a smile after approving a book. Naturally, he was an insider.
After hearing this, Zhuo Yuanjiu came forward with the manuscripts and lowered his voice: "Father, I went to the small courtyard. Pei Ziyun had already left, but there were manuscripts on the table, so I took them. The three manuscripts are all story books. I don’t want this person to have such leisurely thoughts when he is in danger, father, please take a look."
The governor took the manuscript and put it in his hand, without reading it, and sighed: "I just write some stories in normal times. When I am in a dangerous situation, I can be calm and calm, and I can still have such a leisurely mind. It's really cool."
After saying that, he took the article, read a few pages, and put it on the desk. Zhuo Yuanjiu felt a little moved and stepped forward and asked, "Father, do we want to give you some more favors?"
The governor thought for a while and then said: "Although the prince has some care, unfortunately this person has entered the Taoist sect and cannot enter an official career. We have concluded this favor and don't worry about the rest. Let's wait and see what else he can do." , but if you want to make friends with him, you can print some of these idle books."
"Yes!" Zhuo Yuanjiu immediately understood the appropriateness and responded.
City·Mansion
The cold wind blew through the room late at night. Two patrol soldiers held spears and stepped forward on the frozen ground.
A soldier suddenly heard the sound, turned around with a spear, and was about to stab him.
"Poof!" The spear was cut off, cold light passed by, and the armored soldier clutched his throat and fell to the ground.
"There is..." As soon as another soldier retreated, he stabbed him with a spear, and with a sharpness, he was about to shout, but before he could shout, there was another puff, and blood spurted out from his throat, and he fell to the ground. .
After Pei Ziyun finished killing the people, he stepped forward with long eyebrows on his temples. There were several cypress trees planted in the mansion, which were as thick as a bowl. The crown of the tree was covered with snow, making it look dark.
The interior was well-renovated, and it was the residence of the Taoist who was searching for him. This man had chased him several times. This time he found traces of him, and there were no heavy soldiers around him. He was about to kill him and cut off one of his arms.
Pei Ziyun was walking in when he suddenly stopped. At this time, the snow fell, and the person blowing it couldn't open his eyes. A Taoist holding a fly whisk came out of the room and sighed: "You are here."
Pei Ziyun looked at the man in front of him and was about to kill him, but he only heard "Jie Yuangong, wait a minute."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white-haired Taoist and a middle-aged Taoist entered the courtyard. The old man looked at Pei Ziyun and said, "Jie Yuangong, please stop. You have fought in several states and killed hundreds of people. One day, Qian Heqi will count you." Taoist cultivators, don’t you understand the secret behind it?”
Seeing the Taoist appear, Pei Ziyun looked around and found no one in front of him. When the Taoist came out, he was shocked.
The Taoist walked a few steps and sighed: "A Taoist cultivator has a pure root. The highest good is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting. Only when Jie Yuangong intervened in the fight did this disaster happen. Don't you still understand it? Let's stop, so as not to get hurt. If the fate of the world is determined, then the body will die and the path will disappear, wouldn’t it be miserable?”
"What you said makes sense." Pei Ziyun waved his hand indifferently: "I just want to say that you came to ambush and kill me first, not me to kill you."
"You can give up if you want, but I'm giving up. Is that father-in-law not far away willing to give up? Can Brother Dao give that father-in-law the final say?"
After saying that, he smiled and said: "But I think you two have a strong tone and must be very responsible. So, if you two are willing to plant a spell for me, once my father-in-law kills me, I will die immediately. I am also willing How about quitting?"
The Taoist immediately became furious and blushed, but he held it back and said gloomily: "The fate of the world depends on the court, and we have our own agreement with the Taoist, but you have greatly broken the rules. I tried my best to persuade you because I hope you will go astray and repent. "
Pei Ziyun also suppressed his smile and said coldly: "Now that I understand, you want me to stop. Do you want me to just be beaten and not allowed to fight back? But I have seen a lot of shamelessness, and it is not uncommon for you to delay like this. Time, could it be that we secretly prepared a magic circle?"
After listening to Pei Ziyun's words, the middle-aged Taoist on the old Taoist's side blushed a little, but the white-haired Taoist's face turned cold and said: "I have said all the good things I can say. It seems that Mr. Jie Yuang is not willing to give up, and I can't even persuade him." If the public gives up, the only option is to take action."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Ziyun felt a strong pressure on his body, and his whole body was shaken.
Seeing Pei Ziyun imprisoned, the three Taoists secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The middle-aged Taoist smiled: "Pei Ziyun, you finally fell into my scheme. Do you think you are the only one in the world who has martial arts and Taoism?"
Wu Luo also came out from behind and sneered: "If Eunuch Ding hadn't been desperate, why would I have used myself as bait to catch you?"
"The imperial court has been targeting you Taoists who don't know the king's laws. This formation combines King Lu's decree and Taoist law prohibitions. Let alone you, several others can be restrained."
"It's a pity that this takes a while, so we give you a chance. We don't want you to be stubborn, then it's our fault."
Seeing Pei Ziyun standing motionless in the field, Wu Luo is the capital, and he relies on the imperial court to practice, and has protection, so his practice will be smooth sailing. But at the same time, the joy and anger of the court and the powerful will affect Taoism, and serving the court wholeheartedly is their foundation.
He immediately stepped forward and said with a sneer: "I almost forgot that Duke Xie Yuang was suppressed in the magic circle and could not speak. I asked more questions."
The Taoist said, drew his long knife and went up, approaching Pei Ziyun: "It's a waste of your genius, but today you have run out of energy. The Daluo Extermination Formation can be specially prepared for Taoist Yin Shen, haha."
As he said this, without mercy, he slashed at Pei Ziyun with a cold and chilling sword.
At this moment, Pei Ziyun shook his head and sighed: "Tiger has the intention to hurt people, but how do you know that people also have the intention to hunt tigers?"
As he spoke, the sword flashed. Wu Luo, not to mention in this situation, could not avoid it even at ordinary times. He only heard a "pop" sound. The long sword was merciless, breaking open the chest, piercing deeply, and the sword tip Even showing through from behind.
Wu Luo screamed loudly, his voice was chilling, but at this moment, Pei Ziyun stirred his hand, and the sword was inside, which messed up his internal organs. The man screamed suddenly, and it turned out that blood poured into his throat, and he could no longer scream. .
Pei Ziyun withdrew his sword, and with a "boom", Wu Luo's body fell to the ground, dead.
"No, junior brother." The white-headed old man yelled: "How can you get rid of the suppression? But there are both Taoism and dragon energy."
Pei Ziyun looked at the shock and fear of the two Taoists and smiled: "You think I'm just recovering from my injuries these days. No, no, I've been prepared."
"For the sake of your panic, let me tell you a secret. In fact, your magic circle is of no use to me at all."
I saw a transparent information box, and when I glanced at it, I saw "Supernatural Power: The Second Level of Star Shift (Completeness 5.71%)"
In fact, these words were a lie to them. The past few days of meditation in other courtyards not only restored the energy and spirit, but also consumed all the previous reputation, pushing the world to the second level.
"The first level of Dou Zhuanxing Shift. I experimented. It can probably withstand the ninth-level backlash. The second level can withstand the eighth-level backlash. Although I can't completely offset the suppression of this formation, it won't be a problem if it explodes." Although Pei Ziyun still felt that the whole body They were tied up like ropes, but they looked very neat.
"Junior brother, you preside over the magic circle. I will go forward and kill this Liao." The old Taoist was not fooled. He coldly ordered the junior brother on the side, drew his sword and went forward.
(End of chapter)