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After the morning rain, the official road was a little hot. On the carriage shaft, the chief manager of the Li Mansion said calmly: "Cheng Yingxuan, a peak of the first-class Hunyuan Realm, a Ganlong Taoist, who came from Ruijinmen, a dilapidated third-rate sect 130 years ago. He inherited a first-class martial arts "Rui Jin Zhang" that lost its true meaning. Later, he was lucky enough to get a half-step top internal skill "Rui Jin Dao Canon". True meaning, the highest level was once only one step away from the Hunyuan Ranking, and now it is still only one step away, with no relatives or reasons."
The chief steward spoke slowly, but with every word he said, the eyes of the old figure standing with his hands behind his hands on the official road became more focused, and his muscles tightened. When the chief steward finished speaking, Cheng Yingxuan's face finally changed slightly, shouted: "Who are you, Your Excellency!"
"Retreat or die." His original response was still the same.
Cheng Yingxuan laughed, he laughed wildly, his gray robe moved without wind, like a gray sky, dancing on the ground, sharp and cold Qi spread out, and cracks appeared silently on the ground, They are criss-crossing, like a spider web, spreading in all directions.
It is unimaginable that a person's Qi can be so strong and as bright as the power of heaven. The earth for miles around is shaking. The wild forest collapses, the giant trees collapse, and a pale vacuum is like a flood, covering ten miles of land in an instant. .
In the carriage, everything was as before.
Su Qinian glanced at Li Chengdao. The young man showed no reaction at all, as if he was indifferent to everything in the outside world. He only frowned slightly and turned the pages slowly. There was an undisguised disgust and coldness in his eyes.
After only a few breaths, he returned to his original state. I don't know if it was because he had already expressed his opinion or something else. In short, his eyes sank into the fragrance of ink again. No waves.
Su Qinian narrowed his eyes slightly. The fluttering curtain could not block his gaze. Likewise, the pale vacuum began to distort. He couldn't block the gaze of the chief manager of the Li Mansion on the carriage shaft.
So, he took action.
An index finger was enlarged in an instant, higher than the mountain, and then dropped. The sky became dark and there was no daylight.
Immediately afterwards, the light returned, and the sunshine after the darkness made Su Qinian feel warm. Even if it was only a moment of darkness, he did not want to relive the feeling of that moment.
Someone felt it too, but unfortunately he was dead.
Cheng Yingxuan, an old man who is nearly 150 years old, stands quietly on the official road with his gray robe fluttering. His eyes were sharp and he remained motionless until three carriages passed by. After driving far away, a wisp of breeze blew by. The standing old man was blown away by the wind like sand, as if he had never existed in this place. In the human world.
After a few breaths, beside the official road, there was the top of an ancient tree. By the stream, on the rock, on both sides of the official road, more than ten figures appeared silently. Most of them are old people. Even if they have the appearance of a middle-aged person, they still have frosty hair on their temples.
It is undeniable that these people are very strong, their qi and energy are intertwined, and the entire sky becomes dark. But it is undeniable that they are all old, so old that their breath is not as good as the early summer grass on the roadside. As they stand there, this official road has entered late autumn ahead of schedule.
And the harsh winter is not far away.
"It's him!"
"The blacksmith of the Southern Tang Dynasty and the concierge of the Northern Li Dynasty were all dedicated to killing Li."
Someone spoke, with a dry and helpless voice. They did not expect that this young man had already calculated everything. Likewise, they did not expect that this young man could afford the price. From now on, the only thing they can think of is , it’s time to find a burial place for yourself, a place where you can sleep forever without being disturbed, preferably where it’s like spring all year round.
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Many times, what seems like a big trouble to oneself is nothing to others.
Now, Su Qinian has realized this deeply. He was sitting in the carriage. From the moment he left Ziyang City, he never encountered any trouble. The journey was calm and calm, so calm that Su Qinian felt a little unreal.
Similarly, such tranquility makes it easier for people to have endless thoughts. This has nothing to do with practice. No matter who they are in this world, they will always leave traces of one kind or another. When these traces are intertwined and concluded, it becomes A net, if you look at yourself in the net, you will see your whole life.
Suddenly being able to approach Chang'an City in such a calm manner, Su Qinian found that he seemed to be resisting. In fact, he was really not ready yet.
Entering Ziyang City was the only option, and doing business with Bei Li was expected. But the only thing he didn't expect was that Bei Li's background was much deeper than he imagined.
The result of achieving his goal easily was that he felt it was too fast.
It felt like there was no point in going fast, because even if the chariot was just an ordinary horse, no matter how stable it was, they would approach the city three days later.
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Marquis Ling's Mansion.
The lights in the main hall never go out, even during the day under the scorching sun.
Ling Tong stood in front of the hall door. He looked like a middle-aged man with a square face and some seriousness. At this time, he looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky. Standing next to him was an old housekeeper in a light gray cloth robe.
"Beili?"
Suddenly, Lord Ling, who had a grand title and was now the first rank of the Han Dynasty, smiled. He smiled very peacefully, and even his eyes were warm, and said: "This is a bit beyond my expectation, but since it's here, it's good. It's good for those who walk out from here to come back again. Those who miss the past will never be too cold-blooded..."
The old housekeeper didn't speak, he just stood there quietly, his face expressionless, as if he had long been accustomed to everything in front of him, and seemed to have forgotten all the emotions he should have at his age.
Chang'an City has arrived!
The voice of the Chief Manager of the Li Mansion rang out. The old man's voice was as gentle as usual, but Su Qinian felt as if he had been struck by lightning. This made Li Chengdao in the carriage couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, glanced at him lightly, and then closed his eyes. After writing the letter, he read the whole way without saying a word to Su Qinian, but he could feel his unease, and all this unrest reached its peak at this time, and then returned to peace.
Taking a deep breath, Su Qinian opened the curtain in front of him. When the sky fell, he could see clearly not far ahead. A magnificent city sat on the earth. The ancient city wall was a hundred feet high. The whole city seemed like an ancient mountain range. , crawling in the center of this territory.
Chang'an!
He looked up and looked at the stone carvings on the city gate, which were handwritten by the first Emperor of the Han Dynasty.
The city gate is familiar yet unfamiliar, familiar because he has lived in this city for nearly ten years, but unfamiliar because he has only seen it a few times since he entered the city when he was a child, and since he left the city last year.
After checking the identity document and entering the city, there is not much difference except that it is more strict than the ordinary state capital. The only difference is that the garrison guarding the city gate has a higher rank. After learning about Su Qinian's identity, he looked at him with different eyes. Just as surprised as before, only he recovered faster.
This is Chang'an, the capital city belonging to the emperors of the Han Dynasty in the past dynasties. It is a place where winds and clouds gather together, and where powerful people gather.
Therefore, even if they learned that the young man in front of them was Su Qinian, the palm peak of Wudang Qingyang Peak, which has become famous all over the world recently, the soldiers guarding the city gate were not surprised for a long time. Every day, there are countless important people at this city gate. In and out, winter and summer, there are so many masters, they are the small wave of people who have truly witnessed the years.
"Brother Su, we're here." After entering the city, Li Chengdao, who had been reading all the way in the carriage, finally spoke.
Su Qinian glanced at him and said, "Okay."
He got off the carriage, and as for the promise he made to Yuexia Fengyu, he would naturally not forget it, but now it seemed that the young man did not want to learn it for the time being.
However, there is always a time when he wants to study. Su Qinian believed that he would stay in this city for a long time. If the young man of the Li family wanted to study at the Royal Academy, there would still be time.
As for whether the young master of the Li family, who has no fame and no military power, can enter the Royal Academy, Su Qinian has no doubts. He is no longer the young man who was escorted out of Beijing in a prison car. He also understands that this There are never absolutes in the world. Some people have grievances, and where there are grievances, there are rivers and lakes. People are rivers and lakes, and people are the way out.
After bowing to the head manager of the Li family on the carriage shaft, Su Qinian turned and left.
On the carriage shaft, Yi Xinzhi Li Sha looked thoughtful. He looked a little old, but his eyes were gentle and sharp. Looking at Su Qinian's leaving back, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing an unspeakable smile.
Heavenly prison.
In Chang'an City, this is an eternal taboo. There are too many felons and death row prisoners imprisoned in the sky prison. Whether it is temples or rivers and lakes, thousands of years have passed. No one knows how many people are imprisoned there. They only know that every year from The number of corpses transported out of the sky prison was enough to fill a cemetery on the outskirts of Chang'an.
Therefore, few dandies and rich ladies in Chang'an City are willing to go out to play in the city, because the most popular thing in the suburbs is not the spring flowers and the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, but the tombs of different sizes, some with tombstones, and some just one tomb. Some only have a cenotaph left, and some graves are messy, with animal paw prints intertwined, making it difficult to find even the bones.
Walking in Chang'an City, passing through familiar streets, the closer to there, the sparsely populated, Su Qinian felt a little complicated. He understood that even if he got there at this time, he would not be able to see his parents, because the death row prisoners were Visits are prohibited, even on the day of beheading, and there is no human kindness. This is the rule of the prison.
And the only person who is likely to be seen is that person.
Coming to this city suddenly, Su Qinian had many doubts in his mind except for the withered Taoist temple. He believed that if he found that person, he might be able to find the answer. (This chapter is the most satisfying chapter I have written so far in Chunyang. I beg you to subscribe!) (To be continued.)
