The figure held the sword, walked through the night, and appeared in Minghefang.
The light from lanterns on both sides illuminated the visitor's face.
It's Han Chan.
Liu Chunfeng fell silent.
There was a subtle smile on Ye Hanzhong's lips.
Han Chan held his sword and stepped into the Styx Kingdom that had not yet been completely broken.
His clothes were in tatters, he must have come from those sword energies.
Even the baggage containing 20,000 guan in his arms was somewhat broken, and it was obvious that a lot of money must have been lost.
Han Chan was coughing as he stood on the bank of the River Styx and walked towards Ye Hanzhong.
"Jian Yuan's Death Sword Technique is indeed powerful."
Han Chan said softly.
Ye Hanzhong on the side was probably also curious about what kind of person Han Chan had met, so he turned his head and looked at Han Chan who had a weak sword spirit.
"As the sword is unsheathed and retracted, the sword's power will continue to increase."
"And every time I die, another meaning emerges."
Han Chan looked at Liu Chunfeng following Xinghen on the River Styx from a distance, lowered his head again, and kept coughing up blood.
Looking at the miserable Han Chan next to him, Ye Hanzhong frowned and said, "Did you almost lose to him?"
Han Chan stood up straight, took a long breath, and said, "That's not true."
This miserable-looking swordsman said very calmly: "Although he stabbed a hole in my left abdomen..."
Han Chan put his sword aside as if showing a wound.
He lifted up his clothes.
Ye Hanzhong's eyes followed him subconsciously.
But the next moment, Ye Hanzhong's expression changed.
Under the clothes, there was naturally no hole in the left side of his abdomen.
Instead, there is another sword hidden.
Han Chan quickly pulled out the sword and stabbed Ye Hanzhong at the side.
Fortunately, Ye Hanzhong reacted in time. Although the sword pierced his chest, it was deflected a lot at that moment.
Han Chan succeeded with the sword and stepped back with his sword.
Sure enough, Ye Hanzhong, who had been struck by a sword, stabbed Han Chan with his sword after he reacted.
Han Chan stood in front of the sword and was able to block the sword, but was also driven away by the sword's intention and fell into the Wu River.
However, Ye Hanzhong stopped his hand and looked at the sword in his heart. He probably understood that if he stayed, he might not be able to kill Liu Chunfeng. He pulled out the sword with an indifferent expression and threw it towards Liu Chunfeng from a distance.
The sword with awe-inspiring sword intent turned away in the air. It fell into the hands of another young man who was sitting at the entrance of the alley at some point. There was a scabbard in front of the young man. As soon as the sword fell into his hand, it was put into the sheath.
The sword power rose again.
But Ye Hanzhong had turned into sword light and disappeared into the night.
The people of Wugui Dao fled in embarrassment under the surprise attack of Jianyuan Sword Cultivator.
Those Styxes gradually dispersed.
Liu Chunfeng returned to the wind and snow, glanced at Han Chan who was vomiting blood but still shouting, and looked at Qi Jingyuan on the street in confusion.
Qi Jingyuan said softly: "This means we owe him 20,000 yuan."
Han Chan nodded with satisfaction, dropped his sword, and passed out.
The unfinished sentence between him and Ye Hanzhong was actually - but I lost.
He truly lost.
But Qi Jingyuan didn't kill him.
As said at the beginning, sword cultivators must be reasonable.
Han Chan was not moved by any righteousness, it was just that the truth did not prevail.
Liu Chunfeng raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything.
An old man waited at the open door for a long time, and finally handed over something after all the stories were over.
Liu Chunfeng nodded to the old man with a tired look, said thank you, and then handed those things to Qi Jingyuan who came over.
He walked aside again, picked up Han Chan who had passed out on the ground, passed through the Jian Yuan sword cultivators who were dealing with funeral matters, and walked towards the outside of Ming He Fang.
...
Hanging in the courtyard.
Two young boys were warming themselves by the fire at the door of the small room, holding the swords in their hands very uneasily and staring at the sword courtyard door warily.
When Han Chan left earlier, he helped the two of them light the stove, and also told them that no matter what happened tonight, don't open the door, just stay here to warm up by the fire, don't listen to anything, and don't look at anything.
The two of them thought that Han Chan was joking to scare them, so even though Han Chan was very serious, they didn't pay attention at first.
Until they heard some rustling sounds.
It seemed like someone was walking past outside the hospital.
Then, not long after, strange fires began to light up in the entire academy.
It looks very bright among the screen-like colors of snow.
The two young boys were about to cross Jianping and run to the courtyard door to have a look. Just as they stood up by the stove, they heard something slamming on the door.
The two young boys finally believed Han Chan's words, so they dug out the swords they had received in the corner, held them in their arms, leaned against each other, and looked at the door nervously.
There seemed to be a silent commotion outside.
From time to time, there are sword lights flying in the snowy night, and there are also some traces of Taoism or witchcraft.
But it happened to be very quiet, except for some footsteps and some falling sounds.
The young boy could still hear the rustling sound of falling snow and the occasional popping sound of firewood in the stove in front of him.
Just looking at the colors of snow in the night from a distance, I always feel that they are extremely bright.
It's also very deep.
Zhao Gaoxing didn't know if it was because of his own association.
The tranquility on the side was holding the sword and staring closely at the door, much like a silent and calm protagonist in some story books.
The snowy nights continued like this.
Zhao Gaoxing poked at Ning Jing who was leaning against him with some uneasiness.
"They probably wouldn't open the door and run in and kill us all."
Serenity shook her head slowly.
"have no idea."
The two young boys talked in low voices by the fireside.
"Is something going to happen in the academy this year? How about we come back next year. When there is no movement outside, we can sneak out."
Zhao Gaoxing said uneasily while holding the sword quietly.
Jing Jing shook his head and said nothing.
Zhao Gaoxing sighed and said nothing more.
They don't know where Han Chan has gone, nor where Mr. Qi has gone.
When I first arrived, I didn’t know anything, so I could only stay in the sword courtyard honestly.
Until late at night, there seemed to be no movement outside.
But the two young boys didn't dare to take a look. They just huddled by the fire and yawned sleepily.
I don't know how long it took, but finally the door was pushed open.
The two young boys looked at the young man who walked in very warily.
The young man walked across the courtyard carrying a miserable-looking Han Chan.
The two young boys drew their swords with a clang, their hands shaking non-stop.
"Who are you? What did you do to Brother Hanchan? Don't come over!"
The young man stopped for a while in Jianping. He was about to say that he was Mr. Qi, but he changed his words halfway.
"I am Mr. Qi's son. He has returned to his hometown for business. From tomorrow on, I will teach you."
The two young boys looked at the face that looked very similar to Mr. Qi's with suspicion, hesitated for a moment, and then put away their swords.
"What's wrong, Brother Hanchan?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I passed out thinking about money."
...
Such a story is very long in the night.
Therefore, Liu Sanyue's time awake tonight was probably extremely long.
Until the end of the story, everything was hidden in the dark night. When people woke up the next day, they could only see some tranquility buried in the snow.
Yao Ji and Liu Sanyue walked quietly on the long street of the world.
"Does the goddess want to meet the Taoist named Liu Chunfeng?"
Yao Ji said calmly: "Why did you see him?"
"He's working against you, isn't he?"
Yao Ji walked quietly in the snow.
"Is there more than one Liu Chunfeng who is against me in this world?"
"But I, Liu Sanyue, am the only one who receives special care in this world."
Liu Sanyue said very calmly.
"Back and forth between life and death, I don't know how long it will take for the goddess to admit that some things are wrong."
Yao Ji just calmly let go of the iron rope in her hand and walked towards the palace.
"There are some things that it's too early to say right now."
Not far away is the long river.
Liu Sanyue stood there quietly watching Yao Ji's retreating back. In the snow, a pair of floral socks were looming.
"So what does the goddess want me to see?"
"Look at the useless efforts of the people in the world, just like your struggles."
Liu Sanyue said nothing more, turned around, quietly crossed the snow-colored stone bridges, locked the iron ropes under the bridges again, and then sat down there quietly.
There was a figure watching not far away.
It's Ye Hanzhong.
There was blood on the chest of this black-robed swordsman, but he didn't pay attention. He looked there with his sword in his hand for a long time, then turned around and left.
Yun Zhusheng's useless work has naturally proven something.
This disciple of Qingtian Dao has become an uncontrollable existence in the world.
...
In the night, there was a man in a witch's robe heading out of the false capital with a mess all over his body.
He naturally saw Han Chan's sword.
The moment Han Chan appeared in the alley, he even sighed that the 30,000 yuan was indeed worth it.
I just didn't expect that Han Chan's betrayal would be the last straw to overwhelm Wu Guidao's plan.
So when he saw the sword, he left there.
He wanted to leave Huangliang and go to Liuyun Sword Sect.
Use that copper coin to accuse Han Chan of what he did.
Just didn't get very far.
He saw a man with a sword on a certain street in the false capital.
When the great witch saw Ye Hanzhong appear, he was about to go up and ask something, but before he could say anything, his head flew out.
Then, with his head flying in the snowy night, he saw Ye Hanzhong bending down, taking out the copper coin from his body, putting it into his arms, and then turned around and left calmly.
As a killer under the Sword Sect, it is natural that he has received complaints more or less.
But Ye Hanzhong never did.
Although what happened today was Han Chan's order.
But in the end, Ye Hanzhong also accepted the money.
...
Liu Chunfeng sat quietly in the courtyard of Chunfeng Courtyard.
The story of the academy lasted for a long time, and it was not over yet when the two came back.
But when Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan did not die in Minghefang, the story here could end.
Liu Chunfeng didn't look at those things anymore. He just sat back in his small yard, lit the fire, and sat there with a depressed look, warming himself by the fire.
But Zhou Zaishui didn't come to bring him a bowl of noodles today.
Because the sword cultivator had died in the civil strife in the courtyard.
It was the people from Qingniuyuan who killed him.
When Liu Chunfeng passed by there, he happened to see that scene and said nothing.
When Han Chan walked into Xuanshuyuan through Zhou Zaishui's hand.
Some things are not difficult to guess.
Just as Fang Zhiqiu thought in Yaofeng.
Not all people in Wuguiyuan will choose to betray the world.
But not everyone in Qingniuyuan will be loyal to the world.
Liu Chunfeng had no intention of finding out what was behind Zhou Zaishui.
In fact, there are many such stories in the hospital.
That’s why it’s called civil unrest.
Before Liu Chunfeng showed his flaws, no one knew what kind of story it would be.
But Liu Chunfeng probably didn't expect that the flaw almost became the ending of the story.
The cicada attracted Ye Hanzhong.
Such a person, be it Liu Chunfeng or Qi Jingyuan, would naturally not be his opponent.
However, Ye Hanzhong was attracted by Han Chan and sent away by Han Chan.
Liu Chunfeng was coughing and warming himself by the fire, but he couldn't figure out what Han Chan was thinking.
But such things are obviously irrelevant.
Liu Chunfeng coughed for a while and finally felt better.
Although Taoist Daoyun's bones were hard when he entered his body, after all, it was a forced sword attack.
It is inevitable that some Shenhai will be injured.
After taking a handful of snow from the yard and stuffing it into the stove, Liu Chunfeng went back to his room to sleep.
...
Yao Ji left the streets of the false capital and headed towards the imperial city in the wind and snow.
But this time she didn't go to Yingfeng Tower, but to the abandoned Chu Palace.
His Majesty Huang Liang's companion was also there.
It's just that today's emperor's companion has changed his clothes. He is wearing black and red, which looks like an ancient and solemn imperial robe.
That big belly looks very conspicuous.
But no one cared.
When Yao Ji walked up, the emperor was looking at the sword on the door.
Mojian Cliff Lingtai.
Ever since he was shot here by Ji Kuo's force in Nanyi City, he has been staying on the door.
A lot of snow fell on the very light sword blade. Even in the long winter ice and snow, there were still many icicles hanging below the sword blade.
If the world saw it, they probably wouldn't know that such a sword in the snow was one of the two cliff-suppressing swords that once sharpened the sword cliff.
Yao Ji stepped on the ancient stone steps covered with deep snow step by step and walked towards the front of the palace.
"I thought you would be upstairs watching the farce in the world."
Yao Ji's eyes fell on the robe. This was a piece of clothing that the palace had been making since last year.
The robe of the former King of Chu.
"It's my first time to be the King of Chu. I'm inevitably a little nervous. Naturally, I can't stand such farce, and..."
The emperor's companion turned around. He always had a fat figure and looked very bloated. However, standing in front of such a lonely palace with snow and wind, he stood solemnly and looked more like an emperor.
"You should first address me as your king."
You should first call me your king, which is a very strange statement.
It's probably similar to the bearer who suddenly got on the chariot and yelled - "Slow down the fuck, you're going to kill me," like this.
As for the king or your majesty, which word represents the more respected status is a meaningless matter.
This depends on the state of the country rather than the part of speech.
But for Huang Liang, maybe the king will be better than your majesty.
After all, His Majesty Huang Liang has been subordinate to His Majesty Huaian for two thousand years.
Yao Ji stood on the snow steps and looked up at the emperor who turned around above, and said calmly: "Yes, Your Majesty."
In the structure of the former Wuguishen Sect, the King of Chu naturally had the same status as the Goddess.
He is a spiritual master of the witchcraft department.
Among the witches, ghosts and gods that cover the entire land of ancient Chu, the word witch takes the lead and can also represent the status of some Chu kings.
Yao Ji walked up to the front of the palace and stood there quietly, looking for a long time at the Palace of Chu that had become silent over the years.
"When can I draw my sword?"
Even though he had said that before, Emperor Pei naturally knew very well in his heart what position he should be in, even if that robe had awakened some of the sleeping ambitions in his body.
But for such a story, they are just foils.
Probably no one in the world would care who sits in that position.
They would only look at their goddess in silence, fear, uneasiness, or piety.
Yao Ji said calmly: "It can be done anytime, even tomorrow."
The emperor looked at Yao Ji quietly for a long time.
"Tomorrow is the day of the spring examination of Xuanxu Academy."
Yao Ji didn't look at the fat man next to her, she just stood there quietly.
Emperor Pei looked back at the world and said, "So I think their farce is very ridiculous."
"Took the roster from Jing Zhaoyin, and then changed the nine divisions to gain the initiative in the fake capital."
Emperor Pei said softly: "Of course it is a very good idea."
"But sometimes I just can't understand it."
"Why do they think so firmly that I will agree to their farce without even asking me?"
Yao Ji said calmly: "Maybe they will come to ask you tomorrow."
People from Xuanxuyuan will bring some written things and hand them over to Jing Zhaoyin to enter the palace and present them.
Yao Ji said, turned around and looked at the emperor, and said slowly: "So will you say yes or no?"
The emperor looked at Yao Ji and said, "My lord, do you think I want to say yes or no?"
Yao Ji turned around and walked out of the hall.
There is no answer to this question.
In fact, when a person who has always only said yes suddenly asks himself whether he should say yes or no.
He had already decided that it was hard to say.
If you still say yes as before.
So what else do you need to ask?
The emperor was quietly isolated in the wind and snow.
A person who will say something bad will be lonely.
He has to adapt to this lonely mood.
This man wearing a black imperial robe with red stripes turned his head and looked at the wind and snow in the world.
As he said, it was just a farce.
Everything is a farce based on what he would say as a matter of course.
There is nothing interesting about such a story.
