Jiang Ye looked at Nanyi Chengtou, who said a lot of things calmly but still had his brows furrowed.
"But the dean still has a lot of sadness."
The minister drank wine and said, "Yes. After all, Daze is to the south, and that is my hometown."
Jiang Ye said: "So the dean wants to go back?"
The prime minister was silent for a long time and said softly: "I won't go back. I am in the north, which represents the attitude of Xuanxuyuan. What's more, in such a war with the goddess, the individual power of the world is very little. They may take some actions, but most of all, those actions are to make many people who are no longer willing to stay under the protection of the goddess come forward."
“The story of the South, left to the South.”
Qing Xiang said softly, turned around, turned his back to Huangliang, and looked at the spring world in Huai'an.
Spring is wonderful, but it is also a time when many things begin to grow.
There are good ones and there are bad ones.
"I think the story of the demon clan is not over yet."
The prime minister said softly.
Jiang Ye frowned and said: "Qingtian Dao has already come to an end, and the demon clan should not cause any more trouble."
The Prime Minister said calmly: "If you were the mastermind behind something, and you took such a risk and killed a Sword Sect demon, would you allow such a thing to be smoothly covered up?"
Jiang Ye fell silent.
"I won't."
"Yes, so after the ups and downs, there may not be real peace."
The Prime Minister said in a deep voice: "The sword sect in the world must be prepared to face the wind and rain."
In the matter between the two clans, the Human Sword Sect will naturally bear the brunt.
Jiang Ye said softly: "What should the Human Sword Sect do?"
Qing Xiang looked at the world quietly and thought for a long time, and then thought of a name.
"Thank you Chunxue."
Jiang Ye didn't know who this was, so he frowned and said, "Who is this?"
"Xie Chaoyu's ancestor, a disciple of the Sword Sect in the 783rd year of Dafeng calendar, is one of your senior sisters."
The Prime Minister said calmly, "It's not easy to remember such a name. Because your master is too lazy and doesn't even have a list of disciples."
"What does the dean want to do?"
Jiang Ye asked in surprise.
"In the undercurrent of the human world, there is a demon cultivator disciple of the Human Sword Sect. Maybe four hundred years ago, maybe five hundred years ago. I don't remember who that person is. On the Youhuang Mountains, he once attacked and killed According to me, this person should have a lot to do with those entities that stir up the wind and rain."
Qing Xiang turned back and looked at Jiang Ye. "Go find her and pursue her through the years until you find the identity of that demon clan disciple."
The most deadly thing about people hiding in the secret is naturally their identity.
Once the identity is known, many things will be exposed.
Jiang Ye was silent for a while, then nodded.
The prime minister seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Jiang Ye said in a deep voice: "Is there anything else you want to say, Dean?"
The prime minister hesitated for a long time, thinking about a certain Northern Wizard from across the river.
In April, he revealed something.
It's just that the prime minister himself can't be sure.
"Pay attention to Shanheguan Li Shi, this young Taoist has a big problem."
As the most outstanding disciple among contemporary Taoists, Li Shi naturally has many people paying attention. It's just that he has been outside the customs all year round, so it is difficult for the world to get any news about him.
After Young Master Wubei's suspicion, the Prime Minister naturally paid attention to many things that happened in Nanyi City in March.
If I guessed correctly.
Li Shi should have left Nanyi City and gone to the south.
It's just that even fortune tellers may not be able to find the place where Wushan sunk. How did Li Shi do it?
Jiang Ye said softly: "Okay."
...
When Jiang Ye returned to Jianzong, Mei Quming and the others were sitting on the doorstep waiting.
As the fifteenth day of the first lunar month gets closer, naturally everyone begins to find it difficult to feel at peace.
That's why Jiang Ye left Jianzong and went to find the prime minister.
Seeing Jiang Ye coming back at this time, Mei Quming looked at Jiang Ye and asked: "How is it?"
Jiang Ye shook his head and said, "The dean said we don't need to pay attention to things in the south."
Mei Quming said in confusion: "Nanyi City is right on the edge of Daze. If there are changes in the south, Nanyi City will naturally be affected."
Jiang Ye thought for a moment and said, "According to the dean, this should be a matter that belongs to Nanyi City."
Mei Quming also understood and said: "You mean to only care about Nanyi City and not care about what happens to Huangliang?"
"Yes."
Jiang Ye stood there and looked into the sky like Qing Xiang, but saw nothing.
"The world may have other opinions about the goddess."
Mei Quming didn't know what this meant.
It's just that the prime minister is an alcoholic, but he is also a human being. At such a time, he will naturally not joke.
"The dean wants us to be wary of the demon clan, and also to trace the whereabouts of a person."
The thing about the monster clan is naturally understandable.
After all, the Human Sword Sect has a lot to do with this matter, so naturally we cannot let down our guard.
It’s just that Mei Quming doesn’t know who Jian Zong wants to track down.
Jiang Ye looked at the group of senior brothers and continued: "It's a senior brother from the Sword Sect hundreds of years ago. The dean was attacked and killed in the Youhuang Mountains, and it was this senior brother who took action."
Mei Quming and the others looked at each other.
Senior brother from hundreds of years ago, who knows who.
"How do we find such a person?"
Nan Dequ frowned and said.
Jiang Ye said softly: "The dean wants us to find a senior sister Xie Chunxue first."
Nande Qu is a bit strange.
"Xie Chunxue?"
Jiang Ye looked at Nandequ.
"Senior brother knows?"
Nan Dequ nodded and said, "Yes, Yangchun Sword Xie Chunxue was an extremely outstanding swordsman from the former Sword Sect."
The oldest senior brother in the Sword Sect is actually only thirty-five years old. Naturally, I have never seen such a senior sister before.
"I heard from my former senior brothers that when Xie Chaoyu was able to meet his master, he was the one who entered the Sword Sect with that Yangchun Sword."
Jiang Ye then understood.
As the Prime Minister said, Xie Chunxue is Xie Chaoyu's ancestor. It was probably because of some things that happened to Bai Fengyu that year that this female swordsman who had long disappeared in the years was briefly remembered again.
In the course of hundreds of years in the human world, naturally many things have been forgotten.
Jiang Hehai sighed and said: "I thought Bai Mo Jianzhong was old enough for sweeping snow, but it turns out there is someone older than him."
Zhong Saoxue also appeared briefly because he helped Zhang Xiaoyu vent his anger some time ago.
Most of the senior fellows in the Human Sword Sect would be dead if they didn't transform into demons.
Just like Mo Shancha outside the city, or the senior brother in that small town, they died quietly in the world.
No one paid attention to Jiang Hehai's sigh.
Jiang Ye looked at Nan Dequ and asked, "Senior brother, do you know where he is?"
Nan Dequ said softly: "I don't know, I just heard of such a name, but in short, it should be in the south of Huai'an."
Everyone was helpless and fell silent.
Nan Dequ thought for a while and said: "But I have to look for it. It just so happens that I am going to the human world, so I will look for it."
Naturally no one objected.
Although Nan Dequ planned to stay a little longer because of the gourd problem, there were times after all when senior brother should do what senior brother should do.
The New Year's Eve dinner in Dafengli's Thousand and Three Years was probably indeed the last year Nan Dequ spent with his juniors in the Sword Sect in the human world.
Mei Quming said softly: "I'm going to help senior brother pack his luggage."
Mei Quming and Nan Dequ live in the same building, so naturally they are much more familiar with each other.
Nan Dequ nodded.
A group of brothers and sisters stood at the door of Jianzong, looking at this spring with sadness.
There are fewer and fewer people in the Sword Sect.
...
Somewhere in the world, there is a spring breeze.
Someone is knocking on the door of a tomb.
After knocking for a long time, a sword finally came out and almost passed through the throat of Nan Chu Wu who knocked on the door.
Then someone lifted up the soft soil and sat up in the tomb.
Ming Yuying looked at the black sword that was grazing his neck, took a step back, sat down, looked at the black-robed sword cultivator who had been hibernating in the tomb for a long time, and said slowly: "It is necessary to hide it. Is it so good? I have been looking for so long before I found you here."
This demon cultivator brother from the Human Sword Sect withdrew his sword, swept away the dirt on his body, and said calmly: "Because you are not from Huai'an, let alone from the Human Sword Sect, so you don't know what that high cliff means."
Ming Yuyu was silent for a while and said: "That's true, just like the Huai'an people don't understand what the goddess means."
Everyone has their own beliefs and fears.
It's just that sometimes, when those beliefs and fears have something in common, groups form.
The one who can stand upright in the spring breeze is called the great river in the world.
What cannot be upright is called the undercurrent of the night.
The black-robed sword cultivator is naturally an undercurrent.
The same goes for Ming ephemera, but Ming ephemera is freer.
Because he has no ties or past in Huaian, he can move around as he pleases.
Therefore, it is more appropriate to do some things in the morning.
The black-robed swordsman stood up from the tomb, looked at Ming Mayfly and said, "So what do you want from me?"
Ming Yuyu said sincerely: "After the incident in Nanyi City, I realized that the Huai'an people are indeed higher than the Huangliang people."
The black-robed swordsman said proudly: "That's natural."
Ming Mayfly stood up and said: "According to the plan, I should go to Luming next. It's just a place where few people in the world have set foot. I don't know what will happen, so I need someone to go with me."
Ming Yuyu looked back at the black-robed sword cultivator.
"When you failed to kill the prime minister, he will naturally start looking for you. It just so happens that you can come with me to the Snow Country to avoid the limelight."
The black-robed swordsman was silent for a while and said, "Okay."
The two began to walk toward the west of the world in the spring breeze.
"May I have your name?"
"Zhuang Baiyi."
.......
Han Chan sat in the sword courtyard with some doubts.
He looked even more unhappy than Zhao Gaoxing, who was often unhappy.
But Zhao Gaoxing today is obviously a little happy and a little excited.
The sword cultivator who was more than a round older than himself surrounded him and asked curiously.
"So did you ever have a surname of Lan?"
Han Chan lowered his head and tugged at the broken hair on his forehead, and said helplessly: "I have told you many times that my surname is Han and my name is Chan. My family has been in Huai'an for generations, and all of my ancestors have been surnamed Han."
Zhao Gaoxing seemed to have not heard anything and said to himself: "That's right. After all, Huang Liang Zuo fell into the hands of the empress. As the illegitimate son of the former prince, he naturally had to change his name and hide himself."
Han Chan was silent.
"What does this have to do with your former prince?"
Zhao was so happy that he had so many treasures - in fact, he heard them all from others today.
"Back then, the former prince was knocked down in the Liuhe River. I don't know how he made it all the way to Nanyi City, and then borrowed troops from Li Asan to restore the country. It was definitely not a simple process. He must have had a romantic history there. Then he warned his woman very sincerely - you must remember that we are members of the Huangliang royal family, but in order to avoid being driven out and exterminated, you must change your appearance and hide in the Liuyun Mountains. In the future, one day, you We will return to Huangliang again, and then you will tell the world that we are not here to prove how great we are, but that we will take back what we have lost with our own hands."
"..."
Zhao Gaoxing became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and Hanchan almost believed it himself. He began to recall in his mind whether there were any ancestral precepts left in his family.
But it didn't.
Could it be that it was lost in the process of inheritance?
When Han Chan thought of this, he realized something was wrong.
Damn it, why was this kid brought in?
Han Chan sighed and looked at the tranquility on the side, and suddenly found that this kid was quiet, which was much happier than Zhao Gaoxing.
But Han Chan just started to look over, and Jing Jing, who had been watching the stone carefully, turned around, looked at Han Chan seriously and said: "Brother Chan, don't worry, we are all in the same boat, and we will definitely help you recover your country." .”
Han Chan was stunned.
Could you please stop being so fucking outrageous?
A boat is naturally a boat, after all, now everyone knows about Xuansheyuan's resistance to the goddess.
But this has nothing to do with Fuguo.
I am a serious swordsman in Huai'an. Why do I covet your humble throne?
Have money?
Well, it does seem like there could be a lot.
Han Chan was a little tempted again.
After thinking about it, I became very annoyed, so I simply picked up the sword and stopped studying the sword technique of Jian Yuan. I gathered up my clothes and walked into the wind and snow, planning to go for a walk outside.
Just when he walked to the gate of the Sword Court, he saw Master Jing Zhaoyin, who had stayed in the Xuanshu Courtyard because of the sudden change of the holiday, also coming over.
Mr. He Qi stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at himself up and down.
Han Chan thought that for such an old man like you, do you believe the lies of that man named Fang Zhiqiu like they did?
As a result, Master Jing Zhaoyin looked at him for a long time, and then sighed.
"It's similar, it's very similar!"
"like what?"
Han Chan had a bad feeling.
Mr. Jing Zhaoyin said sincerely: "Of course he looks like Emperor Gaoyang."
This suddenly made Han Chan happy.
"Have you ever seen the emperor who lived more than a thousand years ago with your own eyes?"
The old man shook his head and said: "Of course not, but I have seen the portraits, and they are indeed very similar. The more I look at them, the more they look like each other."
"...Your surname is Ji. Logically speaking, even if I am, wouldn't you be more orthodox than me?"
"That's different." The old man said matter-of-factly. "The surname Ji is orthodox in ancient Chu, but it is not Huangliang."
Han Chan waved his hand helplessly.
"Forget it, you are all crazy. I won't argue with you. I'm going out to drink."
Han Chan passed over the two of them and walked out of the sword courtyard door muttering.
Mr. Qi looked at Mr. Jing Zhaoyin with a slight smile.
"My lord knows the art of suggestion."
The old man said blankly: "What is it? Don't you think it really looks like it?"
Mr. Qi raised his eyebrows.
Jing Zhaoyin slapped his head and said: "I forgot, Xuanxuyuan has never entered the palace, so naturally I have never seen the portrait of the late emperor."
Mr. Qi froze there.
As the old man slowly walked away in the wind and snow, he muttered: "It looks like it, it really looks like it."
The two young boys ran out and found that their husband had been in a daze, so they asked curiously: "Sir, what's wrong?"
Mr. Qi waved his hand, held the courtyard door and walked inside.
"Don't talk yet, I'm a little confused."
Mr. Qi, who has been practicing the art of swordsmanship for many years, meditating by watching rocks and swords, also began to doubt life.
.......
Han Chan left the Xuanshu Courtyard with a gloomy look on his face and walked on the long street outside the hospital with a melancholy look on his face.
Why did you come to Huangliang in the first place?
Oh, yes, that bastard named Chen Qingshan paid him to kill one of his junior brothers.
Damn it, I am a killer.
Why are you messing around so much that your painting style starts to change?
Han Chan felt that his head was buzzing.
This started yesterday.
Upstairs in Tanchun Garden, I took a nap because I was bored.
When he woke up, he saw the three gentlemen from Xuanxuyuan surrounding him with strange expressions.
Then he told himself a story.
Han Chan thought they were joking.
As a result, today, the news has spread both true and false.
Nowadays, there is a vague rumor inside and outside the academy that His Majesty's current throne is not upright, and that the real descendant of the late emperor has been found in the world.
Hanchan was walking on the street at this time. Although no one knew him in the wind and snow, he could still hear them telling all kinds of weird stories.
What descendant of the former prince?
What descendants of Emperor Gaoyang's illegitimate children among the people.
What is actually a descendant of a brother of Emperor Gaoyang.
After all, that period of history is too confusing.
At that time, the late Emperor Huangliang was worried that his imperial power would be unstable and lead to civil strife in Huangliang, so he faced a double attack from Li Asan and the demon clan, so he cruelly killed all his limbs, including his eldest son. They were all slaughtered, leaving only the fourth and fifth princes. As a result, these two people were tricked by Zuo Cheng again, and only then did the empress Lan, who came back indirectly from human beings, ascend the throne.
No one knew the truth about that period of history. The only one who knew about it, Zuo Cheng, was silenced by the empress.
So it became an unsolved case.
Hanchan suddenly felt that Huaian was much better than Huangliang.
Although the imperial power is also falling.
But at least, whether it was Li Asan who took over the throne after Emperor Huai's death, or Shenhe later.
At least they are all existences that can truly calm the world.
In other words, even if you know that I am a usurper.
You have nothing to say.
Melancholy, melancholy.
Hanchan walked on the street with a helpless expression.
I found a tavern and sat there, very depressed, listening to people's scary and novel comments.
The more I listened, the more bizarre it became.
The more bizarre it becomes, the more convinced I become.
Han Chan drank the wine and thought, what the hell is this?
