In the south of Changling City, the capital of God is supervised.
This building, which looks like an ordinary Taoist temple on the outside, has always exuded a gloomy atmosphere. Except for a few dignitaries deep in the palace, all the dignitaries of the Great Qin Dynasty have deep vigilance and fear of this place, but at this time Many people in this building have deep guard and fear in their eyes.
Only for a woman in white.
Ye Ce Leng got off the carriage, and walked alone along the gray stone path into the gloomy courtyard.
Wisps of skylight slanted down against the mottled wall and sprinkled on her body.
In the deepest courtyard, a carriage was parked next to a dying rotten tree.
The carriage is the deepest purple, and the wood exudes a lustrous color, with patterns carved on it, overlapping reliefs and openwork, and inlaid with gold and jade, which is extremely luxurious.
Ye Ce stopped coldly, staring at the carriage, she laughed, and said to the study in the courtyard with a slight sarcasm: "This should be the sandalwood and red sandalwood carriage from the Liling Lord's Mansion, unexpectedly it was taken by you." Come here, the majestic head of the Superintendent of the Divine City also likes such vulgar things?"
"Vulgar things are not vulgar things, but I don't think about them, I just like the smell of the wood itself."
A flat voice came through the half-covered door, which seemed a bit hollow.
"Don't care about the bright shape but the smell. This kind of wood is rare, but it makes sense." Ye Celeng turned around slowly, didn't move any more, just looked inside through the half-hidden door, watching it float in the light He said coldly, "It's just that other people don't know about your flying sword cultivation, so don't I know? I don't want Bai Shanshui to die. There is a reason, and why are you?"
There was a moment of silence inside the door, and said: "Don't you really know?"
Ye Ce said coldly, "I really don't know."
"The bird's bow is hidden." The door was silent for a moment, and said: "It's just me doing this, not for myself."
"No matter who you are for, I hope you will not do it again in the future."
Ye Celeng raised his head, and said calmly and coldly, "I am me, and you are you. You should know that I don't want to owe you anything."
No more words were spoken inside the door.
Ye Celeng didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.
However, the moment she just moved, the hollow voice from inside the door rang again: "There is something that I did not record in the report. There is something wrong with Bai Shanshui's route. She seems to have been to some places on purpose." Streets."
Ye Ce turned around coldly.
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A yellow-robed practitioner stepped out of the carriage and stepped on the soft grass outside a woodland outside the gate of Jianzong Mountain in Minshan.
The Minshan Sword Club has ended, but the masters of the practice areas and some court officials who came to watch have not all dispersed. Looking at the yellow robe on this practitioner, and then sensing the breath of this practitioner, they immediately They all understood where this yellow-robed practitioner came from, and there were various emotions in his eyes.
This yellow-robed practitioner acted extremely respectfully and low-key. He whispered a few times to a green-clothed disciple who was in charge of contacting Minshan Sword Sect, then returned to the carriage and waited quietly.
Thinking that the honorable mistress in the palace must be in a bad mood, the teachers and officials of the various practice places did not dare to stay deliberately, and some even left early if they would have stayed for a while. It became more and more quiet.
The green-clothed practitioner of Minshan Jianzong came and went, Zhang Yi silently followed behind him, walked through the forest, and walked towards the carriage where the yellow-robed practitioner was.
The yellow-robed cultivator had already directly notified his identity and intention of coming, but Zhang Yi didn't understand how his own identity would allow that extremely noble woman to make such an arrangement on purpose.
So the closer he got to this carriage, the more thrilling and uneasy he felt.
Seeing Zhang Yi's figure, the yellow-robed practitioner walked out of the carriage.
Then he bowed slightly to the Minshan Sword Sect practitioners and Zhang Yi who were leading the way from a distance.
"Your Majesty asked me to forward this letter to you."
Without any extra words, looking at the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner who retreated to the side and Zhang Yi who walked in front of him, the obedient yellow-robed practitioner said something peacefully, then took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi's face turned pale instantly, and his hands trembled before touching the letter.
But he didn't make any sound. He lowered his head slightly, opened the letter, and looked at the beautiful but powerful handwriting inside, his hands trembled even more.
"I see."
After reading it three times in a row, and confirming that he did not miss any word, and did not comprehend the meaning of any wrong word, he bowed slightly to the yellow-robed practitioner, and then said: "I agree with this proposal."
The yellow-robed practitioner looked at Zhang Yi's pale but resolute face, looked at his still trembling hands, stretched out his hands, as if to take back the letter, but when his fingers just touched the letter, , the letter was shattered by a gentle force, and turned into fine dust and scattered in Zhang Yi's hands.
This is a powerful realm of practice, but such a yellow-robed practitioner is just an ordinary messenger to the perfect woman in the palace.
In the mountain gate of Minshan Jianzong, there are some courtyards at the foot of the mountain on the side of Qingyu Mountain Road.
Some new disciples, or disciples like Zhang Yi, who are about to start studying, live here temporarily.
Zhang Yi returned to the courtyard where he was temporarily staying, without saying hello to Dugu Bai and anyone else, he closed the door and entered the room, unfolding a pen and paper.
His face was still pale, but his hands had regained their stability.
He quietly wrote a letter, left it on the table, and then opened the door to leave.
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A black cloud slowly moved across the sky.
A black goshawk pierced through the clouds and slid across a black mountain.
The black mountain is not tall, and there is no grass or tree growing, but there are countless large and small tombstones standing in a forest.
There is an army of royal drivers staying outside the mountain.
There is a tomb in a valley near the top of the mountain, and the tombstone in front of the tomb is a small imperial crown.
Emperor Qi stood in this valley with a sad face.
In the entire valley, on the entire mountain, he was the only one standing.
When Zhang Yi quietly left a letter and opened the door to leave, he was also looking at a secret note that had just arrived in his hand.
He's not that calm.
After carefully reading the last word of this confidential note, he cried out loudly, crying very hard and very desolately.
"Master Ruo! You went without complaint, but since you left, I have had trouble sleeping and eating. In my dreams, I often see the Qin army's tiger and wolf division breaking into the city, and no one can stop it."
"Master Ruo! The Minshan Sword Club has just ended, and you know that Changling has produced another talented boy like Jing Liuli and An Baoshi."
"Master Ruo! It's really hard to think about it... When the Bashan sword field was at its peak, Qin had already produced so many unimaginable geniuses, but now, they are still emerging one after another. Could it be that Yuan Wu is really a destiny? Is it?"
"Master Ruo! Jing Liuli and An Baoshi are already inferior to young people from all dynasties. In ten years, no one will be able to fight against them. However, two such monsters are not enough, and now there is another one. We It's good, you managed to leave such an apprentice, but forced yourself to be buried with you, what does this mean?"
"Every time I read this, I wish I could go with you."
"Master Ruo! If I didn't think about the people of Qi, I really wish I could go with you."
Emperor Qi cried without any imperial demeanor, tears streaming down his face.
The grave in front of him was originally dead and unchanged, not even a single weed grew, and there was no strange smell that any practitioner could perceive. However, when his cries became louder and louder, the soil on the grave was Started to vibrate slightly.
It was clearly just the black soil trembling, but it clearly exuded an unhappiness as if it had seen through Emperor Qi.
Emperor Qi's eyes widened and he stopped his mourning, but sobbed from time to time.
That disliked aura became even more sharp as he didn't like to be disturbed, peacefully withdrawn.
The soil on the top of the grave was floated by the wind like burnt incense ash, and a little black light slowly came out of it.
A dark and cold black grass grew out of it.
This black grass has only one blade of grass, and when it grew out, it was still facing Emperor Qi, but in an instant, the tip of the grass pointed in the direction of the Great Qin Changling.
Emperor Qi's sobbing also stopped, and after hesitating for a while, he bowed to the grave and worshiped, the moment he turned around, tears were still on his face, but there was a layer of joy in the depths of his eyes.