The snowstorm went very late during the holidays.
Walking all the way from outside Xuanxu Courtyard, the streets were full of wind and snow, but there were fewer pedestrians.
The lights are still on, and those lanterns are still hanging quietly under the coming night.
As the two of them walked towards Minghefang, the colors of the lights became more intense, like orange light, like blood.
There are fewer and fewer people on the road.
But maybe everything is just business as usual.
What became more intense and intense was my own emotion.
It is also sparse and deserted.
When Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan walked near Minghefang, the Jianyuan sword cultivator stopped at the long street outside the square.
Today, there are only a few people here. Not only in this area, but also in the nearby streets and alleys, all the lights have been extinguished early, and they are immersed in the wind and snow together with the night.
Only the snow-covered lanterns are still hanging on both sides, like ripe fruits hanging on the ancient trees in the snowy night.
It's about to break.
Maybe it's going to break.
Then flow those lights into the world like juice.
But it's not broken yet.
So Liu Chunfeng just waved to Qi Jingyuan, then straightened his clothes and walked quietly across the long street.
Qi Jingyuan stopped there and watched Liu Chunfeng cross the long street and turn into Minghefang where even the lanterns were extinguished. Then he turned around and inserted the sword in his arms into the snow-covered street. , inserting his legs on the snowy street.
Waiting for one or two sword cultivators from the north.
...
After Liu Sanyue sent away his teenage friend, he still sat by the river as usual.
Today's holiday seems to be a little quiet.
Taoist Qingtian, who was rarely sober, sat at the end of the bridge, quietly looking over the snowy green eaves and looking into the distance.
Unfortunately, nothing can be seen.
There was a slow and leisurely sound of footsteps coming from the bridge.
Liu Sanyue lowered her head and saw the woman in black skirt walking through the wind and snow towards the bridge.
"Why are the goddesses here today?"
Liu Sanyue turned back, looked up at the night sky and said softly.
Yao Ji came through the wind and snow and stopped beside Liu Sanyue. Her eyes fell on this devastated man, and then she looked at the pile of rocks not far away.
After looking at this woman for a long time, walking in the human world in the night snow, and gradually beginning to have a ghostly light swimming under her black skirt, she said in a gentle tone: "There is a big show in the world today, do you want to Go and have a look?"
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while and said, "What big show?"
Yao Ji crossed Liu Sanyue, stopped in front of the pile of stones, looked at it quietly, and then said calmly: "It's just a farce."
Liu Sanyue turned to look in a certain direction of the fake capital.
The place in the wind and snow was particularly peaceful.
After a long time, he nodded and said, "Okay."
Of course, being a good Taoist does not mean the same as being good at swordsmanship.
It just means accepting something very blandly.
He raised his hand to clasp the shackles on his wrists, but he heard a rustling sound. When he turned around, he saw that the woman who had awakened from the ancient swamp had already held the other end of the chain in his hands. .
The night wind and snow fell on the lifted iron rope.
The lights of the world are emitting a cold gleam on it.
Liu Sanyue looked at the goddess on the other end of the iron rope quietly for a long time, then slowly let go of her hand and said calmly: "Please."
In the wind and snow, the sound of iron ropes was loud.
In the night that was getting colder and colder, a woman wearing a simple divine robe and a twisted human figure were connected by iron ropes, and they walked slowly away in the mist on the snow on the ground.
The world is silent.
All are silent tonight.
When walking to a street somewhere in the human world, someone walked slowly from the wind and snow holding a sword.
When he saw this scene, he stopped there, squinted his eyes, and looked at the two people walking slowly in the snow for a long time.
It wasn't until they met that the swordsman from the north looked at the goddess calmly, bowed, and said calmly: "I have met the goddess."
Yao Ji nodded slightly, then looked at Liu Sanyue behind her, and said slowly: "Do you want him to die?"
Liu Sanyue stood there quietly, looking at the familiar figure that once appeared in Daze.
The fallen leaves are cold, the leaves are cold.
In March last year, in the foggy swamp and green mountains of Daze, such a man came with a sword.
But Liu Sanyue just shook his head calmly and said, "That's my own business, Lady Goddess."
The two of them walked slowly past Ye Hanzhong.
This person from Liuyun Sword Sect said softly: "So you really became the goddess's dog."
Liu Sanyue stopped again, turned to look at the black-robed swordsman for a long time, and then said calmly: "Do you want to give it a try?"
Ye Hanzhong wanted to laugh sarcastically, but when his eyes met Liu Sanyue's distorted and destructive eyes, he was stunned.
Those eyes were silent and deep, and they seemed to contain a lot of wind and snow, and also carried thousands of drifting pains.
In the night, they are like a pair of adjacent abyss with no visible bottom.
At that moment, Ye Hanzhong subconsciously turned his eyes away, then came back to his senses, seemed to be a little ashamed and angry, and turned around to walk in the wind and snow.
"No."
Liu Sanyue walked calmly through the wind and snow.
On another street, they met another sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect.
Chilling.
This sword cultivator, who was walking in the wind and snow with twenty thousand swords in his arms, stood there in a daze when he caught a glimpse of the scene on the snowy street.
It wasn't until Yao Ji and Liu Sanyue stopped in front of him for a long time that the northern sword cultivator came back to his senses. He looked at Liu Sanyue with a complicated expression, and then at Yao Ji who was wearing the power of the Styx in the snow. , holding the sword and saluting.
"I have met the goddess."
Disagreement is naturally a matter of disagreement.
As gods and ghosts who have truly blessed the world, they naturally deserve due respect.
Yao Ji nodded calmly in response.
"So you are Liu Sanyue back then."
Hanchan had of course seen this person before on the bank of Liuhe River. He was still living with Yunzhu at that time, and once passed by there, he once took a look at this person.
Liu Sanyue said softly: "It is normal for the people of the world not to recognize the devastation caused by Sanyue."
Not even Zhang Xiaoyu could recognize Liu Sanyue back then, let alone Han Chan.
Han Chan sighed and stood aside with his sword in hand.
Liu Sanyue looked at the Liuyun Sword Sect swordsman who had never seen him before, but could obviously guess his identity, and said slowly: "Are you the one who will sing tonight?"
Listening to these words, Han Chan suddenly remembered what Zhang Xiaoyu said on the roof that day.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Yes - the reward is 20,000 yuan."
Liu Sanyue looked at Han Chan quietly without saying anything. He lifted up the iron ropes, bowed them as a senior brother, and then walked forward slowly.
Han Chan held the sword and stood there for a long time, watching the two of them go away in the wind and snow, and then walked through the wind and snow and sat down in a tall building at night above the lights of the world.
That's the theatergoer tonight.
Han Chan stood for a long time, then adjusted his clothes, re-tied the loose cuffs and leggings, then held the sword and walked calmly towards Minghefang.
...
Minghefang is a mess. Such a wide and ancient long street should not look like this, especially at the beginning of the new year in the year 104 of the Gale Calendar.
There are still some fireworks in distant urban areas, which sometimes illuminate this long street.
But more often than not, it's dark and silent.
Liu Chunfeng, the dean of Xuexuyuan, who had a stain on his shoulder and a stain on the corner of his clothes, wore blue and white clothes and walked quietly into this long street.
The spring breeze disturbs the night snow.
Startled the ghosts.
Shocked children.
When the fake capital of Yushan entered this ancient alley whose layout had not changed much in two thousand years, a witchcraft wind blew.
It's snowing in Cangshan Mountain at dusk, and the souls are called after being detained.
The magic of human witches and ghosts, known as strange and magnificent, instantly surged in this long street.
It is also weird and beautiful.
The light suddenly flickered on.
It's a blood-colored lantern.
If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
Liu Chunfeng suddenly remembered such a poem. He didn't know where it came from, maybe Huai'an.
There are many words for the spring breeze in the world, but at the moment, maybe this sentence is very suitable.
As the dean of Qingniu Academy, Liu Chunfeng was not very experienced, so naturally he was not acquainted with those people of the witches and ghosts in the night.
But there is a saying that goes well.
No fight, no acquaintance.
If you don’t fight, you won’t understand.
So when the power of the witches and ghosts gathered in Minghefang, which has many alleys, began to surge, Liu Chunfeng raised his hands in front of him and silently recited the Taoist formula.
Daowen flowed out from under the robe of spring breeze and turned into countless white petals.
The spring breeze comes and the pear blossoms bloom.
Then a line of white flowers flew away, and the neighborhood enveloped by the power of witches and ghosts looked like a long river in the night, with thousands of pear blossoms falling down.
Then the bright morning light falls on the world.
It illuminates countless solemn faces hidden in the darkness.
Before the chanting of the witchcraft in his hand had finished, the man in front had already been punched in the face by the former spring breeze boy who stepped forward.
Thousands of white flowers moved with them, and the color of dusk snow that had not yet formed was broken instantly. Someone grunted and happily handed over his big head, rolling down like an unripe fruit with wrinkled skin. Go on the street.
Liu Chunfeng smashed the fruit with one foot, and walked forward calmly with Tao charm flowing all over his body.
Using the life and death of the leader as a delay, someone finally finished singing the first technique.
This speed is much faster than Liu Chunfeng expected.
So he raised his head and glanced at the wind and snow in the world.
Soon I realized something.
The art of witches and ghosts comes from the art of ritual.
Such swift speed.
She is probably some kind of goddess in the human world, probably very close to here.
Maybe he is watching quietly.
But Liu Chunfeng was very calm.
The goddess is very close.
The human world is closer.
This is a timeless truth.
Liu Chunfeng quietly looked at the power of the witches and ghosts coming toward his face. He once again made a hand with his bloody palm and raised it up in front of him, then pressed down slightly with force.
The Taoist text circulating beside him stopped for a moment, and then quickly evolved, turning into an extremely tough Taoist barrier, like a spring breeze blowing on the face, like a drizzle on wet clothes.
The fluttering Taoist robe seems to be extremely soft, yet extremely hard.
This is the principle of movement and stillness.
This is the way of being strong and weak.
With the intention of returning, Wu Guizhi Shu passed through the entire long street and crossed with Liu Chunfeng.
It's a ghost trick that overturns the nest.
It's just a pity that if this technique had come from the hands of Master Wubei in the Jian Sect's garden, Liu Chunfeng would not have been able to cross over like this with such a connotation of destroying all things.
Such people have died in Nanyi City.
Therefore, when the spring breeze slightly damaged it, those circulating Taoist texts circulated flexibly, cutting through those overturning forces.
It’s just that if there is one, there must be two.
The Taoist who was proud of the spring breeze began to move beyond that magic and took a step forward. More witchcraft has taken shape, coming fiercely with the sound of chanting.
Naturally, there is more than just one person who is a witch and ghost.
Rather, many of the wizards brought back from Nanyi City by Shu He may not all be here, but quantitative changes will naturally lead to qualitative changes.
The windy and snowy night that Liu Chunfeng saw before his eyes had long been covered by many witch and ghost techniques.
There are countless Wu rivers emerging from the soles of the feet, and then merge into a huge long river.
The night on earth has changed.
The wind and snow suddenly entered the Styx.
There are thousands of ghost flowers blooming above the head.
There are flowers that reach the sky shaking off their pollen, there is the art of traveling across the surroundings, there is dusk snow in Cangshan Mountain emerging on the Wu River, and there is the meaning of tearing coming from all directions.
At this point, Liu Chunfeng finally fell into the Kingdom of the Underworld, which was formed by the combined efforts of those people of the shaman and ghost ways.
There are gods and ghosts around, the art of worshiping gods is hasty, and everything happens in a flash.
The Taoist priest, dressed in white clothes highlighted by the green of the spring breeze, stood calmly in the river.
Such a Styx might be mighty.
But after all, it was not made by one person.
Although two fists are difficult to defeat four hands.
But Liu Chunfeng, as a four-level Taoist cultivator in the human world, naturally has much harder fists than those who travel far and wide.
The Taoist formula in his hand changes, and the vitality enters the body. Thousands of Taoist inscriptions are imprinted on the white skin. The golden light is scattered, and a mighty Taoist rhyme floats around the body. It begins to corrode with the power of the Styx River of the witches and ghosts who try to invade. It was moving, exuding waves of annihilation that spread out in a circular shape.
When a Taoist begins to incorporate Taoist rhyme into his body.
It means they are serious about it.
Just like Liu Sanyue in Daze, or the prime minister who punched a spirit wizard.
With the Taoist rhyme entering his body, Liu Chunfeng took one step above the Wu River, and then landed a punch somewhere. He shuttled through with the technique of traveling, trying to use ghost magic to restrain the people of the Wu ghost Tao who disturbed their minds.
Before the witch mark fell, a punch had arrived. The big witch was punched out of the black energy, and all the power of the witch ghost was scattered. His chest was deeply sunk, and countless organs were smashed out, including those inside his body. The source of Wuhe River was smashed to pieces with one punch and was in a mess.
The great wizard who fell slumped into the River Styx, but after a moment, he once again climbed out of the River Styx with the power of the River Styx, and his expression suddenly appeared.
Liu Chunfeng frowned slightly.
His eyes fell on the wizards sitting under the flowers reaching the sky behind the twilight snow on the Cangshan Mountain in the Styx.
It is the art of summoning spirits.
The most feared thing in the world is not the two major miraculous arts of witches and ghosts, migration or transgression.
But to summon spirits.
Once caught in it, unless the power of the witches and ghosts of those who follow the witches and ghosts path is exhausted, they will be resurrected from the dead in an endless stream.
This is a truth that even the Huaian people understand. Liu Chunfeng, as a Huangliang person, naturally cannot be unclear about it, so when his eyes fell there.
The figure also disappeared on that Styx River.
Liu Chunfeng, who practices Taoism, understands this truth, and those who practice the witch-ghost way naturally know it even better.
When Liu Chunfeng's figure disappeared from the place with Daofeng, dragging the extremely fast path of Dao rhyme and rushed there, the great witches who sang the soul-calling technique were also under the cover of the people around them. The witch marks moved further away.
Liu Chunfeng was naturally not a sword cultivator. If he were a sword cultivator, he might be able to cross that distance and appear in front of those people before those witch marks took effect.
But Liu Chunfeng is not a swordsman, but a Taoist.
So he stopped under those sky-reaching flowers, and while resisting the erosion of those Styx ghost flowers, he raised a hand and pinched the Tao Jue again.
The color of the world in Styx changed.
There are stars breaking through the dusk snowy sky, shining their clear light onto the world.
Observe the stars and monitor the sky, and know how the stars move.
Starlight fell on the world of Styx, and countless traces of circulation began to appear in it. Taoist Chunfeng walked on the traces of stars and walked away, but suddenly arrived.
It's not a walking method, it's a Taoist technique.
The Art of Shifting Stars of Xuanheyuan, as a thousand-year academy that once owned both "The Supplementary Collection of Human World" and "Five Thousand Words of the Blue Ox", would naturally not be able to develop so prosperously if it just shouted the slogan of "ruling the world with culture".
They have their own Taoist skills.
Those people who were witches and ghosts were all stunned.
Liu Chunfeng's figure, carrying white flowers in the spring breeze and stepping on the brilliant starlight, appeared in front of a great shaman who sang the art of spiritualism.
Those great witches might want to say something.
But nothing was said.
In the hasty and silent questioning, what they responded to was the Taoist's hard fist.
Punch out a colorful one, punch out a colorful one.
The art of summoning spirits was broken.
Liu Chunfeng took advantage of the situation to spread his Tao charm, and those skills that reached the sky and reversed the River of Styx were all suppressed in the brief loss of consciousness of those who followed the Ghost Tao.
The Taoist's white clothes were stained with blood, and he fell into the wind and snow street again in a daze.
The man in front of him still wanted to struggle, but he was hit on the head by a punch and fell down slumped.
As for the more witches and ghosts hiding in the night, they fell into silence after the witchcraft was broken.
Liu Chunfeng's Taoist charm disappeared, like a scholar, he walked quietly across the long street and stood in front of Jingzhao Yin Mansion.
The lantern on the head is bright red, maybe it's natural color, maybe it's bloody.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Just when his finger bones touched the door, the wind appeared under Liu Chunfeng's feet and he suddenly retreated.
A sword thrust out from behind the door.
At the same time, those witchcraft and ghost skills that had been silent once again appeared in the entire long street.
The River Styx rises again, and those who have died on the streets of the witches and ghosts climb out and sing solemnly on the river.
In the dark alleys at night, the voices of those witches and ghosts came like a wave again.
The door of Jingzhao Yin Mansion slowly opened.
The old man sat nervously under the wind and snow screen in the courtyard.
And at the door, stood a northern sword cultivator dressed in black robes and with a cold expression.
Ye Hanzhong.
