Zhao Ge

Chapter 49: Yanmen weeps

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In the darkness, flames splattered and gravel flew. Jun Wanbai held a long sword in one hand and stood it upright. A faint light shield emerged from the sword, covering herself and Ye Qiusheng Bailishu behind her.

The ground shook, and rocks fell rolling down.

Li Banfeng slashed open the closed exit of the secret passage with all his strength, and a little light leaked in. A group of four rushed out from the ground.

rumbling—

After Baili Shu rushed out, the secret passage completely collapsed. Those messy things underground were buried in the darkness together with countless mysteries and secret passages. Vaguely, the four people's ears seemed to be still echoing with the rustling sounds of those ghosts in the underground bronze earth.

Looking back at this moment, I feel extremely bleak.

Li Xin plunged the knife into the ground and half-kneeled all at once, gasping for breath, the blood on his arms flowed down the handle of the knife and dripped onto the ground in front of the statue of Lingxing God.

After all their tossing in the ground, this small Lingxing Temple was still safe and sound - the only thing that was destroyed was the altar that Li Xin chopped to pieces with a knife. The wooden statue of Lingxing Temple stood intact behind the altar. Li Xin half knelt on the ground and looked up to see the statue.

This knife skill is simple, and the secular statue with faded paint gives people a solemn and solemn feeling for no reason at this time.

Jun Wanbai threw Ye Qiusheng to the ground, handed over the long sword, and the edge of the sword with a cold light directly touched Ye Qiusheng's throat: "Okay, okay, now that the matter is resolved, this guy should also deal with it next." right?"

Ye Qiusheng gasped and grinned: "Grandma, don't you have to turn your face so quickly? Taishang Jiuxuan has always been on good terms, so spare my life if I don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face?"

Jun Wanbai sneered, and stepped heavily on Ye Qiusheng's right wrist.

While begging for mercy, the ancient blade in this guy's hand was glowing slightly—didn't others see his small movements

Jun Wanbai looked at Bailishu.

Bailishu glanced at Ye Qiusheng whose eyes were already a little broken: "Take it, go back first."

The foot on the wrist was moved away, and the cold sword on the throat was also moved away, Ye Qiusheng felt himself being pulled up from the ground by Jun Wanbai: "Grandma, call me before you close the coffin and be executed. Give it a chance to tell."

After all, before Jun Wanbai could answer, he tilted his head and passed out completely.

Jun Wanbai probed his veins and found that this guy was seriously injured. According to his injury, he should have passed out as early as in the bronze circle. But this guy can still talk nonsense on the black iron chain as always, even until they escaped from the secret passage.

"Don't worry, there will be no less torture to extract a confession, and torture into tricks."

Jun Wanbai sneered, and dragged the unconscious Ye Qiusheng out of Xingling Temple.

Ye Qiusheng's knife hung on the ground, and the tip of the ancient blade drew a long line on the ground.

— Even after passing out of a coma, this guy is still holding the knife tightly. It's kind of funny to say it, he is obviously a self-proclaimed scholar, but in the end he holds the knife harder than anyone else.

Before they walked out of Lingxing Temple, they heard the sound of crackling rain. I don't know when, it started to rain heavily.

The rain poured down, washing the ground. Li Xin stretched out her hand to let the cold rain wash away the blood on her arm. Jun Wanbai propped up the aura shield, shielding himself and Ye Qiusheng from the heavy rain. After a near-death escape, the situation of the four of them was not much better. They walked towards Guomen stepping on the rain in silence.

In the pouring rain, the scenery became blurred, and only a dark shadow remained at the city gate, standing on the ground, like an ancient beast with its huge mouth open.

Bailishu walked at the end, slower than the others.

When Jun Wanbai looked back at him, the rain fell from the sky and hit his white robe, which was covered with a faint gleam. The rain washed away in vain, but it couldn't wet him. He was holding the golden longbow, the longbow still had the temperature of the shadow of the golden crow, and when the rain fell on the bow, it transpired into a white mist.

His whole body was like a sword, splitting the heavy rain curtain.

Under the hood, the man raised his head slightly, also looking at the rain.

Jun Wanbai suddenly wanted to ask him what he was thinking.

Maybe it's because the rain is too heavy now, like the sky is trying its best to wash away the turbid world, and the group of them suddenly looks very small in the rain. Or maybe it was because the rain was too cold, and the Golden Crow in Bailishu's hand was still emitting a little bit of heat. So much so that Jun Wanbai felt that Bailishu was a little warmer than usual at this time.

So she asked.

Jun Wanbai didn't expect to get an answer, unexpectedly, Bailishu stopped and looked at her.

"Look."

He motioned for Jun Wanbai to look up.

The rain fell from the sky with the momentum to cleanse the world, but there were no clouds in the sky, and the dark clouds they had seen earlier disappeared completely. The rain seemed to fall straight from the sky.

"When there is no cloud and it rains, it is called the sky weeping."

Jun Wanbai heard Bailishu speak softly.

"Night Sailing Ship" written by the old man Tao An of the ancient sword said: "The sky sings, the sound is like a mill, and there is no cloud but rain." When there is sound without form, it is called the demon drum; when there is no cloud and rain, it is called the weeping of heaven.

This is god cry.

Bailishu repeated it in a very soft voice.

Looking at him, Jun Wanbai suddenly felt that in those eyes that seemed to be sealed with ice, there were endless things on his mind that others didn't know.

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There was too much movement in the ground of Lingxing Temple, and Yanmen County itself was also affected. Several earthquakes from the ground spread to the ground, and a long section of the city wall near the southeast of Waiguo in Yanmen County collapsed, and many houses collapsed. Coupled with the sudden torrential rain, the situation became even worse.

The Yanmen county guard who had already fallen asleep had to command the city soldiers overnight, and there were still many houses that had not been dug up until dawn.

The corpses were laid out along the base of the city wall, because they were afraid of causing epidemics, and these corpses would be gathered and burned. The government soldiers guarded with swords in hand, blocking those who wanted to claim the corpse.

The Sheriff of Yanmen County is Tanhua personally appointed by the Emperor Chen Dynasty, and he has just been appointed as the Sheriff of Yanmen County not long ago.

The young sheriff, who was in his early twenties, was still wearing thin uniforms, and his face was blue from the cold. He stood on the intact city wall and looked down. The houses along the city wall were crushed by the collapsed city wall, and no one in the house would be able to survive.

Even more tricky are the fields outside the city.

A large part of the most fertile land behind Guo Qiang was submerged by the torrent of mud and rocks rolling down from the mountain, and many spiritual plants planted on the land were also destroyed.

Hearing the report from the servant who had completed the investigation, the young sheriff's expression was not very good.

When the Chen Dynasty established the country, it had received help from Jiuxuanmen. Chen Gaozu personally donated some land from the Chen Dynasty to Jiuxuanmen as the example fields of Jiuxuanmen. In fact, there are not many good lands in Yanmen County, and one-third of them are the example fields of Jiuxuan Fenmen.

In addition, according to the usual practice, Yanmen County needs to pay a certain amount of tribute to the Jiuxuan branch standing here every year, and part of the tribute is a fixed amount of spiritual plants.

Now that the earthquake and heavy rain have destroyed the spiritual plants that are about to be harvested, this year's tribute may not be completed.

"My lord, you should take a rest." The old servant who has been with the county guard for many years has yellow mud on his boots and persuades him, "It is destiny for the earth dragon to turn around, and we mortals can't help it!"

"Earth Dragon turning over?"

Looking at the destroyed farmland, the young sheriff suddenly smiled coldly. He has been standing in Fufusang from late at night until today, his hair is covered with a faint layer of frost. Hearing the old servant's words right now, he clenched his hand holding the wall suddenly, and all his joints turned white.

After a while, he let go of his hand: "The spiritual plant has been destroyed, get ready, I'll go see Elder Jiuxuan."