On the third day of the Lunar New Year, it’s night.
Xuanxuyuan’s early spring recruitment has ended.
This Xuanxuyuan ancestral courtyard located in Yaofeng Town is extremely peaceful.
From time to time, there are new young students holding umbrellas and holding oil lamps issued in the courtyard, looking curiously around and walking in the academy of Xiaoyu Town.
There was no snow in the corner under the eaves. The snow in Yaofeng was not heavy to begin with. After a few days, it naturally disappeared.
In the darkening sky, few gentlemen were seen.
It was as if none of the gentlemen who entertained me during the day lived in the courtyard.
This is undoubtedly a very strange thing.
However, the students did not pay attention and continued to walk around until the night really fell. When they passed through a path with adjacent bookstores on both sides, making the road extremely narrow, the few holding umbrellas The young student stopped and looked at the end of the path suspiciously.
There seemed to be a figure holding a sword and leaning against the wall of the study behind him.
This should be the place where Wenhuayuan is.
Why is there someone standing there with a sword?
The teenagers were a little weird, but they didn't panic. After all, this was the ancestral academy of Xuanshu Academy, an academy that was safer than most places.
The path kept going forward until it turned a corner and headed towards a certain yard on the other side.
In that courtyard are the tombs of the first dean of Xuanxu Academy and a certain Jianya sword cultivator.
The teenagers hesitated for a moment, held umbrellas in the rain, raised the oil lamps higher, and carefully moved forward.
After walking a little further, I saw the appearance of that person.
He was a man in his forties, with a clean face and no stubble at all. He was leaning against the wall with a sword in his arms. His breathing was very subtle and almost inaudible. It seemed that It was like waiting for someone to come from the other end of the trail.
If it hadn't been for the illumination of the oil lamp, they might not have been able to detect the existence of such a person.
He shouldn't be the gentleman in the courtyard, he looks more like a swordsman who wanders around the world, because his clothes are not clean and always have a hint of wind and snow.
When several teenagers came over, the man also turned his head and looked at them with a very indifferent expression.
"It's night, why don't you go back?"
Such a scene frightened several young teenagers, so they nodded quickly and walked over from there.
The man stretched out his sword and placed it across the narrow path in the courtyard.
"Go that way."
The teenagers held umbrellas, turned around, and walked back the same way.
On the way, I secretly looked back.
The man had withdrawn his sword and continued to stand quietly against the wall.
In the drizzle of the night, it was as if it didn't exist.
The three teenagers probably thought it was a little weird, so they looked at each other. After walking out of the trail, they secretly climbed up to the bookshelves on the trail. They didn't even need umbrellas and protected the oil lamps with their hands. Lying quietly on the high eaves, he looked over there.
There are always some benefits to climbing up and looking far.
After the three of them secretly climbed onto the roof, they discovered that the entire Xuanshu Courtyard was completely dark.
It seemed like there were only three of them in the entire courtyard.
What happened?
The teenagers were so panicked that they didn't even protect the oil lamp and let it be doused in the rain.
Then he looked around cautiously.
There are two tombs in the yard not far away.
It seemed like someone was standing there, standing in the rain, saying nothing.
That person was the only one in the whole yard.
The teenagers were wondering when that was happening. In the dark academy, there seemed to be many figures flashing around.
But there were no footsteps.
The teenagers recalled it for a long time before they remembered that it should be the Witch Ghost Academy.
Is this a mysterious ceremony after spring recruitment in the academy?
But soon, some very dull sounds sounded.
The teenagers frowned, wondering what the sound was. The patter of rain was quite far away, so it was extremely difficult to hear it.
Then he turned his attention to the person under the study room again.
The man was still standing there, making no movement, not even raising his head to look at the three teenagers.
But the next moment, the teenagers' eyes widened.
In the night rain, a figure stumbled along the path leading to the yard. Although the teenagers didn't know why he walked like this, they thought he must not have been drunk.
Then it is injured.
The dean of the Zuyuan is a Mr. Wenhuayuan who has no power to restrain himself.
The teenagers didn't know why they suddenly thought of this.
Then he almost screamed, but fortunately he understood that he was peeping, so he covered his mouth and nose in time, and breathed heavily and tightly.
Ye Yu's figure suddenly fell down when it passed the intersection of the path and the courtyard road.
The upper body slipped forward and slid on the slippery courtyard road for a long time before stopping, while the lower body stopped there.
Lying on the eaves and watching the teenagers, they finally saw clearly the figure that had slid forward for a distance.
I have some impression that I saw him in Tanchun Garden and it was probably a great wizard who taught ghost arts from the Witch Ghost Academy.
The teenagers breathed heavily and lay stiffly in the rain in fear.
So is this the world that is going to take action against Xuanxuyuan?
However, the young people's suspicions were soon overturned.
Because after that figure fell down, another figure walked over on the Yeyu trail. He was wearing a bun with the unique style of Huangliang. He was obviously from Qingniuyuan.
The man stopped there, looked at Mr. Wu Guiyuan who fell in the rain, and then said softly: "There are many more restless people in the courtyard than we imagined."
The voice was a little hoarse, maybe a little injured.
The sword cultivator standing against the wall in the alley just said calmly: "I can't control that much. I can only watch you over there. I have to stay here."
Mr. Qingniuyuan was silent for a while, then turned and left, heading towards the courtyard where the noise was gradually rising in the distance.
At this point, the sword cultivator standing against the wall finally raised his head and looked at the three people on the same eaves.
"Still not leaving?"
The voice was still cold.
The teenagers hesitated for a moment, then lay on the eaves and summoned up the courage to ask, "What happened?"
"nothing."
The swordsman held the sword and leaned there quietly.
"Just clearing up the civil unrest."
Although the teenagers were frightened, they still asked a very sober question.
"Who is civil unrest?"
The sword cultivator raised his head and looked at the three of them quietly, then lowered his head and raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword in his arms.
Amidst the sound of rain at night, there was a faint sound of swords.
A sword was unsheathed with cold light.
A figure was cut down in the night.
Then the sword cultivator calmly took back his sword.
"Witchhouse."
A young man with more knowledge saw that the sword cultivator just drew his sword, but there was no intention of the sword, and the sword did not leave his hand, and a figure was cut down on the path. He was very surprised and said: "Are you a sword cultivator from Ran? "
The sword cultivator didn't speak, but calmly put the sword into its sheath.
"If you want to watch, just be quiet."
The teenagers shut their mouths obediently, lying on the eaves of the night rain, looking around.
The figure in the yard still stood there quietly.
And along the path, the voices in the distance from the courtyards clustered among the spring bamboos became increasingly noisy.
There are golden Taoist texts emerging, sword lights flashing, and witch fire leaping up.
Although everything seems extremely restrained in the human world, there are still many things that cannot be hidden, and traces appear in the night rain.
The three Fengwuyuan boys, who didn't know why they weren't told to hide in their dormitories, lay there in shock, fear, and curiosity.
There seemed to be something flying towards this place in the distant night rain. Before the teenagers had time to escape, the thing smashed through the rain curtain and landed beside the teenagers, sending rubble flying everywhere.
The teenagers looked at that thing in shock.
Only then did he discover that it was the head of a Mr. Wuguiyuan.
The eyes are protruding, the eyebrows have a very scary sunken shape, and there are still faint remnants of Taoism on them.
It was probably because a Taoist got close to him and punched his whole head away.
The teenagers lay there shivering, holding the folded umbrellas in their hands, and poked the head carefully and repeatedly for a long time before they poked the head off.
Perhaps it was because the night rain was too cold. After the head was stabbed off, the boys shivered more and more violently. They did not lie down steadily and slid downwards. When one fell down, he subconsciously grabbed the other's hand. .
So the three teenagers fell on the road together.
In front of him was Mr. Wuguiin who was chopped into two pieces.
At this time, the three of them really panicked and stood up in a hurry. Then they saw a bloody woman in a witch robe walking along the path step by step.
Holding a head in his hand.
It was none other than Mr. Qingniuin who had been here before.
At the end of the trail, there was a line of blood that was slowly being washed away by the rain.
The three young boys stood there in great fear.
The woman was probably shocked as well, wondering why there were three new students here.
So I was stunned for a moment.
Then in the night rain, the wind and rain were broken.
There was a sword in the rain, coming suddenly.
The woman threw the head out of her hand, raised her hand to change the witchcraft, and traces of witchcraft flashed under her feet, and then the figure disappeared on that road.
The three teenagers were stunned, but they heard the woman's figure coming from behind them.
"What are you doing here? Why don't you go back soon?"
The voice was a little harsh.
The three teenagers trembled subconsciously.
Turning around, the woman had arrived near the courtyard gate, facing away from the three people.
It’s Fengxue, the dean of Wugui Academy.
Naturally, the three young men had seen this woman before during the day. The unique witch robe decoration of the spirit witch, although complicated, was easy to remember.
It's just that the three teenagers haven't come to their senses yet.
There was a rustling sound in the night rain.
It's the sound of swords.
The sound that breaks through the wind and rain is very unique.
Even people in the world can clearly distinguish it.
A Wu River instantly appeared at the feet of the three people and was pushed aside.
Then a sword passed through the three people.
The sword has not yet arrived, but its power has already arrived.
Sword marks appeared on Fengxue's witch robe.
Not the sword intention.
But the sword force.
Just like the boy said.
This is Cong Ran Jianyuan's sword power cultivation.
When the sword came, a witch river carrying the power of black witch ghosts surged out around Fengxue, protecting him.
The path leading to the yard has long turned into a Wu River.
The three young boys shivered and huddled aside.
Feng Xue slowly turned around, looked at the sword cultivator behind him, and said coldly: "Does Jian Yuan really intend to interfere in these matters?"
Naturally, Jian Yuan will not be involved in these things. The narrow abyss left in the human world comes from all the time and history, and it is unknown who left it.
Only people from Jianyuan do.
The sword cultivator who had a brief encounter with Fang Zhiqiu last year by the river in the small town said nothing, but crossed the Wu River and came with a sword.
The way of sword power may not be as gorgeous as the way of sword intention. It is all invisible, just a sword.
However, the way of swordsmanship that can break the sword intention on the cliff with one sword is naturally not that simple.
The sword is simple, with only the cold light of the sword itself, and it passes through those fine rain curtains extremely quietly.
Just like the sword cultivator holding the sword.
Fengxue didn't say anything else. The witchcraft in his palm changed, and the power of witch ghosts surrounded him like quicksand, and then Muxue came from above the Wu River.
The three young boys huddled aside, and then were pushed away from this place by Wu He's sword force. It fell into a garden somewhere.
Only then did Fengxue finally look at the sword without any distractions.
The dusk snow composed of the power of witches and ghosts is naturally very lethal. On that section of the Wu River, the drizzle seemed to be stagnant. The sword cultivator who came through the dusk snow was torn to pieces in the dusk snow. The pieces split apart and went away.
If the way of sword intention can protect the body with sword intention, then the way of sword power is to move forward without any retreat.
In the name of momentum, nature cannot stop.
If the momentum is broken, the sword will die.
Death by the sword does not necessarily mean death.
Therefore, even though he knew that Mu Xue could not forcefully break through, the sword cultivator from Cong Ran still calmly walked away with his sword.
Although Fengxue admired the aura of Jian Yuan's people, he did not hold back at all. The technique in one hand was Mu Xue, and the technique in the other hand was to summon souls.
Many figures in the Wu River struggled out from the water, and with the power of the Styx, they blocked the sword boldly.
The three young boys in the distance were already hiding in the flower garden and stared wide-eyed.
But even though there were many ghostly scenes in front of him, it was still as if Cong Ran Jianxiu had never seen him before.
The sword in his hand moves forward indomitably.
Duxue fell with an extremely tragic meaning and passed through the sword cultivator's body.
The teenagers couldn't bear to watch this scene and closed their eyes one after another.
But Fengxue's expression became serious.
Until the figure of the sword cultivator fell, a younger figure once again walked out of the sword cultivator's body and took the sword away - the sword still did not stop.
Only then did Fengxue show some surprise.
"Death Sword Art, are you Qi Jinyuan or Qi Jingyuan?"
There is no limit to life, but you dare not go there unless you die, and you dare not come unless you die.
This is what Emperor Huai said back then.
Cong Ran Jianxiu didn't speak, but calmly held his sword and passed over the wind, rain, muxue and the people of Styx.
Until he becomes a young man.
This process may be long, but it is actually extremely short.
It's just the section of road leading to the courtyard gate.
Feng Xue didn't say anything else. If a person from the Witch Ghost Way was approached by a sword cultivator, it would undoubtedly be extremely fatal.
So the magic formula in his hand changed again, and the dusk snow dispersed. Witch marks appeared under his feet.
The magic of ghosts goes too far.
But the next moment, she froze there.
This time, she didn't move away.
It was as if he was destined to die on the spot.
An extremely peaceful voice came out from that lonely and windy courtyard.
yes.
"The great road is useless, but there is benevolence and righteousness."
A forbidden method among the Taoist techniques of Hangu Temple.
Fengxue didn't have time to figure out what was going on.
The death sword force had already passed through her eyebrows.
The young man holding the sword stopped in front of Fengxue, and all the power of the Wuhe witch ghost was slowly dissipating.
The sword did not penetrate between the eyebrows, but stopped in front of Fengxue.
However, the force of the sword had already broken through the body, and it did not dissipate quietly until it fell into the courtyard.
Qi Jinyuan took back his sword. There was no blood on it, so there was no need to clean it and he put it directly into the sheath.
Fengxue still stood there in a daze.
That voice belonged to Fang Zhiqiu.
But the dean of the ancestral courtyard is just a gentleman from Fengwuyuan and has never practiced at all, so how can he activate such ancient Taoism.
The spirit witch woman from the Witch Ghost Academy slowly turned back.
I saw the scholar standing calmly between the two tombs, holding something in his hand.
It's a finger bone.
The phalanges of Qingxuanxu.
Fengxue finally understood something.
So that's it.
Although this scholar from a thousand years ago had never practiced Buddhism, whether it was Taoism or swordsmanship.
But as a person favored by the great road.
Even if he has been dead for thousands of years, he can still cause changes in the world.
That's why the arm bones were stolen.
Yes, as the most important ancestral dean of Xuansheyuan.
Fang Zhiqiu may indeed not know how to practice, but he cannot be just a scholar as the world sees him.
The prime minister carries a piece of Xuan Xue jade.
And he had a finger bone on his body.
Fang Zhiqiu retracted the phalanx and looked at Qi Jinyuan, who was standing at the courtyard gate and had transformed into a young man. He nodded and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work."
The young sword cultivator looked calm and said, "Jian Yuan cannot sit back and watch the affairs of the human world."
The three little boys shivered in the night rain.
So is the civil strife in Xuanxuyuan over?
The three of them looked towards the other side of the courtyard.
There was still commotion there.
It's just that maybe it's almost the end.
Even Fengxue, the dean of the Witch Ghost Academy who was a spiritual witch, had died here. It was only a matter of time before this civil strife ended.
Fang Zhiqiu also walked out and stood quietly at the gate of the courtyard with the young sword cultivator.
The two of them quietly watched the lights and sounds that gradually faded away in the night rain.
"The storm in the ancestral courtyard should have calmed down."
Qi Jinyuan said slowly.
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "But the world is still very long. Maybe some courtyards will lose such a civil strife."
After all, the yellow beam hangs over the Xue courtyard, and the Wugui courtyard is powerful.
Although not all people who practice witchcraft and ghosts will choose to lean towards the goddess.
But after all, this is a story that cannot be resolved peacefully.
They realized this problem when the Prime Minister was attacked in the Youhuang Mountains.
There are huge hidden dangers inside Xuanxuyuan itself.
That's why there is this story in the rain at night.
"And the most important thing." Fang Zhiqiu looked to the north of the world.
"It's the storm in the false capital - maybe it's the snow."
"They are too close to the goddess."
Qi Jinyuan stood there in silence, and then said softly: "It's too far there. I might not be able to get there in time."
Fang Zhiqiu chuckled softly and said: "It's useless for you to rush there, there are more than just Huangliang people there."
A position is a position.
But Fang Zhiqiu still clearly distinguished the Huangliang people from the Huai'an people.
Qi Jinyuan didn't say anything else. Transforming into a boy doesn't mean he will be a boy again. This sword cultivator from Cong Ran walked along the courtyard road holding his sword.
"I'll finish it off."
Fang Zhiqiu nodded.
When this Jian Yuan sword cultivator left, he had not forgotten the three young boys in the garden.
"What are you still doing here?"
The three little boys ran out honestly, but they didn't know where they were going.
Fang Zhiqiu looked at them and walked towards Wenhua Courtyard.
"Come with me to warm up the fire."
It rained all night, so naturally I was soaked all over, and I would inevitably catch a cold tomorrow.
