Two strange people came to the snow in the false capital.
One was wearing thick clothes, holding an umbrella, and holding a heater. He looked pale and looked a bit like a Taoist from the north.
As for the other one, his clothes were thin, his cuffs were tied up, and there was a sword hanging on his waist. He followed the Taoist eagerly.
They look like a master and servant pair.
It's just that between the two of them, it can be seen from those actions and behaviors that they are both close and distant.
Probably more accurately, like two strangers.
When the two entered the city, they happened to see a man with a sword in the wind and snow, leading a cart of things in a certain direction.
He was probably curious about what Huang Liang's sword cultivation was like.
Yun Zhusheng and Han Chan followed and took a look.
Huang Liang, a forty-year-old swordsman with a sword but no scabbard, took the cart of bacon and turned into a quiet neighborhood full of houses.
The two of them watched in the wind and snow as the man knocked on the door of a certain mansion.
Then the servant came out, looked at the cart of things, seemed a little hesitant, and went back to call the hostess.
But in the end, they all had the same hesitation, but when they saw the sword without a scabbard on the sword cultivator's waist, he still put those things away.
Yun Zhusheng coughed and looked a little strange, looking at the door that closed quietly, and then at the sword cultivator standing at the door with a slight smile.
Han Chan also had the same expression.
Both of them probably guessed something.
After all, a discerning person can spot something weird about bringing a sword as a gift.
But what the two of them found even weirder was that they were really afraid of that sword.
"Does he really dare to draw a sword?" Han Chan thought it was very funny.
Yun Zhusheng coughed softly, rubbed the rough pattern on the edge of the heater in his hand, thought for a while, and said: "If he was in the Taoist realm, he might really dare, but he is in the small Taoist realm, so he wouldn't dare to think about it. But The problem is that......"
Yun Zhusheng looked at the sword cultivator who was walking toward the two of them with his sword hanging, and said slowly, "This Jingzhao Yin Mansion may not know something."
Han Chan probably understood, and said with a soft smile: "What a bluff."
After all, the matter of Qiushui going south is a matter of the spiritual world. If no one in the world informs it, it will naturally be difficult to know.
The two were chatting casually there, but the sword cultivator slowly walked past the two of them with his sword, and gave them a strange look. After all, the two were like masters, servants, and friends. Close, but also somewhat distant.
It's always eye-catching.
The sword cultivator walked past the two of them quietly.
He is a student of Xuanxuyuan Dafengli 975, named Zhou Zaishui.
The gentlemen of Huangliangxuanxuanyuan and Qingniuyuan are naturally the former students of the academy. Although there are some cultivators in the south, because the power of the Styx River is stronger in the south, people in the world still prefer it after all. In cultivating witches and ghosts.
There are probably only some exceptions in Xuanxuyuan in Congran. The gentlemen of the Qingniuyuan sword school there often come from some sword cultivators near Jianyuan in Congran.
Of course Zhou Zaishui is not that, he is a practitioner of the orthodox Huaian Sword Intent.
So in fact, when he looked at the two people on the street, it was not only because they were behaving strangely, but he was also guessing their identities.
The north and the south are isolated. If the Taoist and the sword cultivator are not from Xuanxuyuan elsewhere, then they are from the human world in the north.
So Zhou Zaishui took a very cautious look and walked over quietly.
After walking very far, he looked back at them again. In the snowy city and the gloomy sky, the two of them didn't seem to care about them, but they were just chatting there. Zhou Zaishui looked at them for a long time. They were probably looking for He was holding something, chatting for a while, then looked around on the street and left.
Very strange two people.
Zhou Zaishui thought like this, kept an eye on it, and then left this place.
The fact is that as Yun Zhusheng and the two said, it is impossible for Zhou Zaishui to use his sword.
It is impossible for a practitioner in the Seven Realms of the Small Path not to be aware of some changes in the world.
He is just taking advantage of some information gaps between the spiritual world and the human world.
The Taiyi Spring Festival is of course of great importance, and Xuansheyuan can't stop the goddess from making such a decision. However, they need to get some precise information from the officials who are related to the matter, such as the location, Such as time.
Jing Zhaoyin is a conscientious and good old man.
Throwing dirty water on such a person will naturally make it easier to force him to break the jar and make some decisions.
Zhou Zaishui walked quietly on the streets of Jiadu, and then met someone.
This is a Nanchu spirit witch from Jiangluo named Shuhe. He has been staying in the fake capital since the war outside Nanyi City. The Nanchu witches he brought back also stayed in the fake capital. All.
Zhou Zaishui looked at the old man who was watching the snow quietly not far away, and raised his hand to hold the sword at his waist.
"You're celebrating the Chinese New Year, why don't you take your sword scabbard with you when you go out?"
Shuhe said softly while looking at Xue.
Zhou Zaishui stopped there, held the sword for a while, then let go of the hilt, and said sincerely: "Because I fell down when I went out yesterday and scratched the scabbard. Senior also knows that he should be a role model and carry a tattered sword with him." A rotten scabbard is naturally difficult to teach, so I sent the scabbard to be repaired, and today I plan to see if it has been repaired."
Shuhe turned around, looked at the gentleman from Qingniuyuan quietly, nodded and said, "So that's it."
The two of them were walking quietly on the street. They didn't say anything, they just looked at each other deeply.
After a long time, Shu He turned back, shrinking his hands and looking at the snowy world outside the eaves.
"So this time, Xuanxuyuan also wants to set an example for others?"
Zhou Zaishui said calmly: "Yes, what about you, senior?"
Shuhe stood there quietly, squinting his old eyes and looking at the world.
"What do you think I should do?"
"This junior doesn't know much about the witch-ghost way."
The two people were talking and fell silent again - the two people they saw earlier, probably because they didn't find anything in the neighborhood, came out again, wandered past them, and gave them a very strange look. Two people.
Shuhe's eyes followed the two of them, and it took a long time before he looked back.
"Who are they?"
Zhou Zaishui asked looking at the strange Shu He.
The latter said softly: "A person with a view of mountains and rivers, a person from the Liuyun Sword Sect."
After all, the old spirit wizard of Nanchu has a more sinister vision.
The two repairmen of the Northern Avenue wandered quietly on the street.
The two of them didn't talk about what they were doing here. From the looks of it, it was probably something that had nothing to do with them.
If it was related, he wouldn't just wander away peacefully like this.
The two stood under the snowy eaves, and after being quiet for a while, Shuhe said calmly: "Actually, I'm going to die."
Zhou Zaishui frowned and looked at the old man under the eaves, wondering what this meant.
"It's probably not many days. An old friend from Nanyi City left a sword next year."
"Why did my old friend kill my senior?" Although Zhou Zaishui didn't know why Shu He mentioned this matter, he still asked with interest.
Shu He chuckled softly and said, "Because he is an old friend from Nanyi City, so he is a bit older than you think."
Zhou Zaishui probably understood what the old friend was. There were naturally more old friends in Nanyi City than there were old friends.
"When people live until they are about to die, they always want to see something else. For example, their lifelong wish, or the glory of ancient Chu." Shuhe raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky with flying snow.
Zhou Zaishui then understood Wu Guidao's attitude.
It was as if he was standing in the wind and snow and Shuhe was standing under the eaves.
They have to stand under some of the eaves of today's world, and they also have to stand under some of the ancient ones.
Shuhe and Chennuquling, these Southern Chu spirit witches, were naturally devout followers of the goddess, otherwise they would not have been so easily coaxed out by Ming Mayfly, and finally died in the north of the human world.
Zhou Zaishui quietly looked at the old man with his hands under the eaves, and then said slowly: "Senior, let's go and watch it in our dreams."
Shuhe quietly shrank his hands and said calmly: "Whether it's in a dream or in the human world, you have to see something."
"So how do you plan to meet me, senior?"
"I plan to meet you at the gate of Xuansheyuan."
Zhou Zaishui fell silent.
"Have people from the witch-ghost way entered the city?"
Another voice came from the other end of the long street. It was a man wearing a willow-colored robe.
Liu Chunfeng.
The senior student of Qingniu Academy in Xuanxuan Academy and the vice-president of Xuanyuan Academy in False Capital.
Of course, there are more than just talented people in Huaian.
There are also yellow beams.
Liu Chunfeng is probably one of the best.
Even Huai'an is a rare Taoist cultivator who has already mastered the Dao at the age of thirty.
What's more, this is Huangliang, a place where the power of the Styx is more prosperous.
Shuhe looked at the young man walking over and said calmly: "No."
Liu Chunfeng sighed softly and said: "I'm afraid Senior Shuhe can't sit at the gate of Xuansheyuan to meet him."
"What's more, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so it's better not to say such unpleasant things, what do you think, senior?"
The young deputy director of Xuanxuyuan stopped on the street and looked at Shuhe quietly.
"What about you? What are Xuanxuyuan doing?"
Shuhe asked calmly.
Liu Chunfeng smiled and said: "This is different, we are working for the sake of the people. What's more, Senior Shuhe kept saying that he wanted to see the glory of Gu Chu, but Senior might as well think about it. The Ghost and God Sect fell apart in the hands of the King of Chu - and now everything is going as he wished, isn't the glory of ancient Chu in the world today?"
Shuhe stood quietly under the eaves, looking at the wind and snow, at the passers-by, and at the lights that were starting to light up in the world that was about to fall into the night.
"Senior is getting old and dying. We can understand that he has become pessimistic about many things. But the world is always moving forward from generation to generation. Senior, why not put everything down, warm yourself by the fire in peace, drink some warm wine, and see more of the world. Wouldn’t it be better to have a few glimpses of prosperity?”
Shuhe watched and listened quietly for a long time, and then said calmly: "After all, you are a member of the Taoist sect."
Therefore, it means that different ways do not work together.
Naturally, the witches and ghosts need the mercy of gods and ghosts in order to regain the tyranny of the past.
This is a sect that comes from the God of Ceremony, so naturally there are many things that cannot be separated from it.
So no matter how touching Liu Chunfeng's words are, to Shu He, they may all be irrelevant reasons.
Liu Chunfeng sighed and said, "Then let's go to each other's side."
Naturally, everyone goes their separate ways.
Zhou Zaishui followed Liu Chunfeng in the direction of Xuanshuyuan.
Shuhe is the opposite.
...
Yun Zhusheng and Han Chan walked back from another street and looked at the three people who parted unhappily.
"That guy is interesting."
Han Chan looked at Liu Chunfeng's back and said, and then grabbed a passerby.
"Who is that one who looks like a scholar?"
The passer-by glanced at the two of them, and then said politely to Yunzhu, who was silent and looked sick at the side: "That is the dean of Xuansheyuan, Liu Chunfeng, a very powerful practitioner. If this young master If you want to get acquainted, remember to be polite."
Han Chan let the passerby run away, remained silent for a while, and said, "Obviously it was me who asked him, why does he want to talk to you?"
Yun Zhusheng glanced at Han Chan who was standing aside. He saw a sword cultivator wearing thin sleeves and wrapped legs with a sword. He looked very much like a guard of a certain young master.
"You probably think we are master and servant."
Yun Zhusheng revealed the secret with one word.
Han Chan thought for a while and said, "That's true. After all, a servant who looks strong and powerful and a young master who is sick are indeed an excellent match in the world."
"Do you want to change your clothes?"
Yun Zhusheng coughed twice and looked back at the two figures heading towards Xuansheyuan in the wind and snow.
"Forget it, at least it looks more harmonious this way. If I dress like a dog, it will easily make people think that something bad will happen between us."
Han Chan said with a smile.
The two chatted for a while, and then returned to the person named Liu Chunfeng.
The three of them are actually of the same age.
This is probably what Hanchan finds interesting about him.
"Xuanxuyuan can actually have such an outstanding Taoist cultivator. It seems that we underestimated Xuanxuyuan before."
Han Chan said with some sigh.
Yun Zhusheng said calmly: "That's because Nanyi City's Xuexiyuan is still in the development stage and needs to establish good relations with many cultivation places in the north, so the good seedlings have been sent elsewhere in the world."
Hanchan looked at the Taoist beside him, and then remembered that this Taoist from Shanhe Temple came from Xuanxuyuan, but in fact, in the long run, Yunzhusheng should actually come from Qingtuguan, a Taoist temple that had disappeared over the years.
This Taoist sect, which is older than the Qingtian Tao, failed to survive the waves of time and troubled times, so it lost its inheritance, leaving only some unknown feuds.
"In that case, if this person were in Huaian, he would be much better than us."
Yun Zhusheng coughed twice more and said softly: "Maybe yes, Liu Chunfeng Liu Chunfeng, maybe it means Huang Liang Liu March."
When Han Chan heard this, he looked at the Taoist beside him quietly for a long time, and said slowly: "Actually, I'm very curious, how do you know that Liu Sanyue is not dead, and you must kill him."
Yun Zhusheng turned to look at Han Chan calmly and said, "Then how did you know about Liu Sanyue's death?"
Han Chan chuckled softly and said: "Assassins must be well-informed after all. What's more, in our level, we can only receive very little business, and the world will think that we are called killers. This is a worldly and stigmatizing description - maybe it is more appropriate to call it a person who sends people to the dead or a person who buries bones, which sounds more powerful. But no matter what, this will cause us to have some face when accepting orders, just like before You people from the He Sect are just like the young man from Nanyi City that you want to kill. In fact, I am really moved by the Four Feet Separation sword that carries the last dance of the retro swordsmanship. Who wouldn’t be moved? But after all, I can’t hold it back. You don’t have the nerve to kill such a young man, but although your He Zong from Shanheguan is very shameless, he still handled the matter very badly. He didn’t even bother to make up for it even after the person died, and in the end, he didn’t gain anything. It would be embarrassing to tell anyone about it.”
"...."
Yun Zhusheng didn't expect that Han Chan would ramble on a lot due to his casual rhetorical question.
But it was indeed a shameful thing. After the He Sect member looked back, he began to stay in seclusion and devote himself to cultivation.
"So I am naturally a very professional, reliable, sincere, and trustworthy swordsman, otherwise your senior brother Chen Qingshan would not come to me."
Hanchan finally concluded.
Probably also to show off oneself.
"Actually, you don't have to be so professional, reliable and sincere to make people trust you." Yun Zhusheng said softly.
After all, the two of them are really not master and servant, but the relationship between the killer and the target.
"That's twenty thousand guan, senior brother."
Han Chan said with a smile.
The two looked at each other quietly for a long time, and then did not mention these things again.
After all, the people on the cliff are still in the world, so it is meaningless to talk about such things.
The two people from Xuanxuyuan had long since disappeared on the snowy streets. What kind of plans the academy in this fake capital would make for next year naturally had nothing to do with Yun Zhusheng and the two of them.
Unless someone spends a fortune.
The two of them searched everywhere in the snowy streets for the proud disciple of Qingtian Dao who was elegant and loved the world.
Then I really met someone who was willing to spend a lot of money.
"Please take action, how much does it cost to kill a person?"
Han Chan looked at the very old and powerful Nanchu spirit wizard he met at another snowy street corner.
Although he was very puzzled as to why he didn't do it himself, he still said sincerely: "Start with five thousand strings and see who you want to kill."
Shuhe said softly: "That's the person you just saw."
"Liu Chunfeng, that requires 30,000 guan."
Yun Zhusheng on the side turned to look at Han Chan.
Probably he was also dissatisfied as to why he had twenty thousand guan, while the Taoist from Xuanxuyuan only had 30,000 guan.
Han Chan turned to Yun Zhusheng and said sincerely: "After all, this is Huangliang. If something happens, the Liuyun Sword Sect may not be able to protect me, so I have to pay more for the risk."
Shuhe was silent for a while and said, "I will raise money for you."
Han Chan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I haven't completed this order yet, and it's the end of the year. If you don't accept the order, you can come back to me next year."
Shu He looked at Han Chan quietly, and then looked at Yun Zhusheng aside, probably guessing about the relationship between the two.
After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Okay."
The old man left in embarrassment in the snowstorm.
Han Chan stood on the street holding his sword and said with a smile: "Where do you think he will go to raise money?"
Yun Zhusheng thought for a moment and said, "Witch Ghost Dao? Aren't those people all within the false capital?"
Han Chan nodded.
"It makes sense, but doesn't it seem very heartless? After all, it's not nice to talk about forcing a lonely old man to raise money."
Yun Zhusheng hugged the heater and coughed twice, and said, "Then you should take it less?"
"That won't work. It will make people think that Liuyun Sword Sect's brand name is very cheap."
