Lanli stood at the door of the meeting hall with an indifferent expression, leaning on the railing and watching the wind and snow in the world.
Behind him were attendants and witches and ghosts who stood quietly with him.
The person he wanted to meet today was the sword cultivator from Huai'an, so Lanli would not be so stupid as to be unprepared.
However, Lan Li may not have expected that the news that the person named Han Chan was coming to the palace would come early this morning. As a result, until the evening snow filled the world, he still had not seen such a person coming.
But Lanli didn't curse today.
Just stood there extremely calmly.
Silence is the meaning on the face.
As for what His Majesty is thinking about accompanying the emperor, the world naturally doesn't know.
But there must be anger in it.
The one-day blizzard had subsided for a while.
Today, not only Hanchan has not come, but Ling Yin has not come either.
According to the report from the near servant, Master Ling Yin was about to enter the palace, but there was a strong wind and snow on the way and he was forced to return to Minghefang.
Accompanying Emperor Lanli didn't say anything.
Just wait quietly.
After an unknown amount of time, this majesty, who had no authority in the world, narrowed his eyes.
In the snowy palace road, he finally saw a figure walking quietly there, if it weren't for the dark color of the black hair and the scabbard.
Such a snow-colored figure would probably be overlooked in a quick glance from a high place.
Lanli subconsciously grasped the railing, but soon let it go. He put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "He's here."
The Great Witch of Nanchu behind him nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
The attendants are the guards of honor, but the Nanchu shaman is the one to rely on.
Although there are only ten great wizards of Southern Chu, naturally they cannot be Han Chan's opponents, but they do not need to be Han Chan's opponents.
These Nanchu witches only exist to prevent Hancic from suddenly attacking and delaying time.
Lan Li looked at Feng Xue quietly for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "Is it true that Yin Qing is not coming?"
The attendant behind him said softly: "Back to the king, yes."
After the questions and answers, the hall fell silent.
There was naturally no one in the idle palace.
There were no ministers, no patrols, just Lanli and some close attendants.
Lanli looked at it for a long time, then turned around and walked into the hall.
"Go and tell him that Gu is resting."
"yes."
The attendant followed the instructions and walked down the long palace steps.
Although the figure can already be seen in front of the palace, in fact, the palace road is long and the palaces are located. It still requires a long distance from Lanli to where Han Chan was seen.
After all, Huangliang once had its glory days.
This palace is also extremely ancient.
The attendant walked down the long steps and waited quietly in the wind and snow.
After a long time, the sword cultivator in the snow-colored cloak finally stepped on the white snow and walked to the front of the temple.
The attendant glanced at the sword in Han Chan's hand and didn't say anything. He just stood with the sword in his hand and said slowly: "The king is resting. Please wait for a moment."
Han Chan stood before His Highness, raised his head and looked up over the layers of snowy steps, then lowered his head and said calmly: "It will be night if we wait any longer. Does Lanli plan to see me again tomorrow?"
The attendant lowered his head slightly, avoided Han Chan's gaze, and said softly: "Sir, please be patient."
Han Chan looked at the attendant quietly, the sword in his hand hanging diagonally into the snow.
"First, you need to address me as Your Majesty."
The attendant trembled, raised his head, and looked at the sword cultivator in front of him with incredible shock in his eyes.
Naturally, everyone in the world knows what Xuanxuyuan wants to do.
But this valet didn't think of it either.
This sword cultivator from the north really said such words here in such a grand manner in front of another His Majesty.
The attendant stared blankly at Han Chan, and suddenly felt that the wind and snow in the sky were falling on his shoulders.
He looked back at the main hall, then back again, trembling all over.
Of course this represents a choice.
How should you choose?
The man in front of him is a Taoist who comes from the north and is one of the highest in the world of human cultivation.
And behind him is the long-standing emperor in the human world, the emperor who has three thousand people in the witch and ghost realm.
The attendant shivered in the wind and snow for a long time, and then moved aside to make way.
Han Chan didn't worry about being a close servant.
It is naturally meaningless to embarrass such a person.
So he picked up his sword and went up to the palace steps.
But the attendant still lowered his head and stood silently in the wind and snow.
In fact, when he stepped out of the way, some choices had already been made.
Anyone can be your Majesty.
As the person in front of him has a sword in his hand, he will naturally not be stupid enough to stop him with his body - there is naturally no loyalty to this Emperor's Majesty in the world.
After Han Chan walked up ten steps, the attendant suddenly realized something. He suddenly raised his head, looked at Han Chan's back, and said in a trembling voice: "There are three thousand Nanchu witches in the palace, Your Majesty."
Han Chan paused for a moment, and then said calmly: "It doesn't matter."
Naturally, it is impossible for three thousand Southern Chu witches to be a harmless thing.
Those Nanchu witches and the 800,000 garrison black armors almost made it impossible for the 80,000 Lingnan sword cultivators to come back. Even the Human Sword Sect lost some disciples.
And that night, there were only about a hundred Nanchu witches in Hefang.
Such a thing is naturally extremely heavy.
Therefore, even Han Chan subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand when he heard the reminder from the attendant.
But having come here alone, there is naturally no way out.
Han Chan calmly walked through the layers of snow steps, and then stood in front of the temple.
The wind and snow don't stop.
The hall is deep.
The heavy door was closed.
Han Chan didn't know when it closed.
But it doesn't matter.
He stood in front of the door, brushing away the wind and snow. He did not draw his sword, but just raised his hand to push the door open.
It's like walking into your own home.
...
Minghefang.
Lord Fengchang walked slowly in the snow.
Holding a heater in his arms, he had no intention of going to the palace. Instead, he stopped on the street with interest and looked at a young man playing in the snow under the eaves opposite.
I don't know how long it took, but a gentleman from Xuanxuyuan walked up the street of Minghefang.
The gentleman is very old. Judging from the clothes on his body, he should be a gentleman from the Wenhua Academy.
Generally, those who are still in the hospital at such an old age are probably the dean of the branch hospital or the like.
The old gentleman is indeed the dean of Wenhua Academy.
Liu Chunfeng had called him Mr. Su that day.
Xuanxuyuan's early spring recruitment was also presided over by this old gentleman.
But no one knows why this Wenhuayuan suddenly appeared in a place like Minghefang.
Since ancient times, Minghefang has been inhabited by people from the imperial court, such as the Three Companies and Nine Divisions, such as the former Prince's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion.
Master Fengchang stood there quietly, watching Mr. Su coming towards him, and then slowly stopped under the eaves beside him.
The two of them already have white hair, so naturally they don't need to borrow snow to get white hair.
So they were all standing under the eaves, looking at the young man who lived in an unknown house opposite.
This is obviously an extremely strange scene.
After all, Master Fengchang entered the palace and did something for Ling Yin, and everyone knew the lie.
As for Xuanshuyuan, it is obviously the river opposite to the imperial palace.
It's just that the wind and snow are thick in the world, and the long street is sparsely populated. Even if someone passes by occasionally, they don't notice that the two old people on the roadside are Lord Fengchang and the dean of Wenhua Academy.
Maybe they're just people in the world.
The two looked at each other quietly for a long time, and then Master Fengchang said softly: "Looking at the movements in the courtyard, Liu Chunfeng and the others obviously do not remember some things."
Mr. Su smiled and said: "How could they remember such a thing? The students who graduated with full A in the 954th year of Dafeng calendar are too far away from today's world."
Lord Fengchang smiled slightly and said, "I never thought that so long has passed."
Mr. Su sighed softly: "Yes, it has been so long."
You are as old as you look at him.
For hundreds of years, this is something that people do not even need to look at in the mirror.
The two of them stood on the street with few pedestrians, feeling quite sad.
"It seems that you are done." Mr. Su looked at Lord Fengchang and said.
Lord Fengchang said softly: "I have done what I can do. As for whether Lanli will lose his composure, that is beyond my control."
"It's impossible for him to remain calm. Mr. Fang and the others have gone too far. They have been humiliated many times and brought swords into the palace. If he can remain calm in the face of such things, he will not be someone who can only dwell on the past. We agreed to accompany the Emperor."
Mr. Su said slowly.
"What's more, you gave him the confidence to lose his composure. With Ling Yin's order, he summoned three thousand Nanchu witches into the palace. Not only him, but also me, with such an existence in hand, would not accept anyone thinking You have to step on your own head.”
Lord Fengchang looked at the wind and snow in the world and said softly: "Actually, he can do such things by himself."
"But it is difficult for him to think of such things." Mr. Su said softly, "With the goddess as his support, he will not think about it in the human world. If it is just like this, it will be an extremely difficult thing to deal with."
Mr. Su looked towards the east of the fake capital in the direction of Xuansheyuan.
"Fang Zhiqiu and the others thought that there was indeed nothing wrong with them. They used an unsolved case a thousand years ago as an excuse to set up a new flag. But not all the time, the world needs such a flag. Huang Liang has not yet had to change His Majesty. A back-up A goddess, an emperor who is at peace with the world, will naturally not arouse the emotions of the world to support or oppose anything."
Lord Fengchang chuckled and said, "That's why we need to drag him to the human world and fall into the human world before he makes mistakes."
Mr. Su smiled and said: "Yes, of course the human world is not just the world of practitioners like Liu Chunfeng and others. The world has its own power."
The story in this alley is unknown to not only the world, but also Liu Chunfeng, Fang Zhiqiu and others.
Both of them are very young. Although Liu Chunfeng is the dean of Xuanheyuan, he is from Qingniuyuan. Although Fang Zhiqiu is from Wenhuayuan, he is from Yaofengzuyuan. , which is naturally far different.
Only Mr. Su, the dean of Wenhua Academy, knows something that was ignored earlier.
That is, many years ago, Mr. Fengchang was also born in Xuanxuyuan, and was selected from the Dafengchun examination.
When Liu Chunfeng and the others forgot something, they conducted the Spring Examination with great fanfare, and Jing Zhaoyin took the lead to reorganize the people of the Nine Divisions.
Even Lanli forgot something at that time.
His subconscious idea of either/or made him trust the old man Jiusi.
Just how old is Xuanxuyuan?
A thousand years.
Such an academy, which dominates the world with culture, has long been deeply rooted in the world.
Being backed by the human world is the real foundation of Xuansheyuan, not the world of cultivation.
Lord Fengchang looked into the distance of Fengxue.
"Do you think that when Xuanxuyuan hears about the commotion in the palace and wants to enter the capital, how long will the garrison sent here guard the city gate?"
Mr. Su said slowly: "Who knows?"
This story is naturally not a battle between Xuanxuyuan and Fake Capital.
It's just a fight with Lan Li.
When he has made no mistakes, relying on the natural advantage of the goddess will make it impossible for humans to obtain it.
Just some stories from Wenhua Academy changed the situation of this great battle.
The two of them looked at the Fengxue Palace, but also fell silent.
"Han Chan..."
Master Fengchang said softly: "Three thousand Southern Chu witches, how long can he last?"
Mr. Su was very silent.
In this story between the two, what Han Chan represents is naturally different.
"It's best if he survives. If he doesn't survive, there will be new emperors and descendants in the world."
This may be a very despicable thing.
There are just some things that have to be done.
Only then can the world truly break through the story of the goddess and make its own voice.
In other words.
The human world can accept the arrival of the goddess.
But the human spokesperson can only come from the human world, not the goddess.
Humans and gods can have a close relationship but must divide and conquer.
This is the most basic structure of Wuguishen Cult.
This is also something that the world has figured out and is acceptable to the goddess.
...
Liu Sanyue appeared in the palace, and no one knew how he got in.
But this Taoist from the north, with his ugly body, was trying hard to climb up the eaves of a palace hall. The Taoist who had not recovered from Shenhai was just a human being, so he was climbing in a very awkward manner.
The palaces are naturally extremely magnificent. Although they have been silent now and have been silent for thousands of years in the wind and snow, it is not that easy to climb up.
If Liu Sanyue was not a Taoist, but a petty thief who was used to climbing eaves and turning over courtyards, he would probably be more considerate.
Unfortunately, he wasn't, so he climbed until he was out of breath, then finally climbed to the eaves of a palace, and sat down with his legs hanging down and his hands curled up on the ridges of the palace.
distance.
In the distance is a northern sword cultivator standing in front of the majestic palace, sweeping the snow off his body.
Liu Sanyue called him senior brother yesterday.
Open this door and you will no longer be a killer.
Liu Sanyue thought quietly.
But before that, maybe some baptism needs to be experienced.
This twisted man sitting on the ridge of the roof watching the show could faintly hear the sounds of many chants amidst the howling wind.
That was the beginning of the Witch Ghost Art.
Mixed in the wind and snow, if there is any, it is extremely majestic.
Liu Sanyue looked around.
However, maybe it was because of the wind and snow, or maybe they were well hidden, but Liu Sanyue didn't see anything.
It's just that the surging power of witches and ghosts is getting stronger and stronger.
Like the River Styx hanging high above the human world, it is slowly falling towards the human world.
Liu Sanyue withdrew his gaze and looked at the main hall again.
Even though he was a theatergoer, Liu Sanyue's mood became heavy at this time.
The sword cultivator in front of the hall had already swept away the snow and raised his hand, perhaps pressing it on the door.
So can he hear those sounds hidden in the wind and snow?
Times have changed. Nowadays, if you hide your sword and axe, you will naturally not show any shadow or make any sound of the sword and ax clashing.
But they can sing and bring witchcraft and ghosts, like an inescapable river, swallowing up that lonely figure.
Liu Sanyue's shrinking hands clenched subconsciously.
Then he saw the distant depths of the palace.
The sword cultivator let go of his hand and turned around.
Turn your back to the main hall and the people in it.
The sword was drawn.
...
Naturally, Lan Li never thought about meeting this sword cultivator from the north while he was alive.
Is that a swordsman?
no.
It was a sword pointing at his throne.
...
Although Han Chan is not a Taoist cultivator.
But the great avenues of the world all come from Hangu Temple.
Naturally, he couldn't hear the chanting of witches and ghosts hidden in the wind and snow.
But it doesn't mean that he can't find something strange in the wind and snow.
As a killer, his mental perception must be sharp.
If such a vast and majestic power of witches and ghosts flowing in the entire palace cannot be discovered, Han Chan will naturally not be able to bear the words "Dao Zhixiu".
So when he raised his hand and pressed it on the door.
His sword began to sing softly.
So he put down his hand, turned around calmly, and drew his sword.
There was still nothing in the wind and snow.
But the meaning of witchcraft and ghost magic is already quite strong.
The imperial attendant standing on the snowy steps also sensed something was wrong.
Although he is just a mortal with a sword, he can still realize many things from Han Chan's movements.
Han Chan looked at the attendant on the steps and said calmly: "You need to stay away."
It's just that the attendant was silent for a while, but he didn't leave. The matter was now at this point, and even if he tried to hide, he couldn't hide anywhere.
Just like what the other attendant at the palace gate thought.
They have no choice.
So the attendant drew his sword and walked up the stairs.
"If you die, your ministers will not survive, that's all, Your Majesty."
This is certainly not loyalty.
Just forced by the situation.
When he faced Han Chan's sword and let him go, his Majesty could only be Han Chan.
If Han Chan died here today, he would naturally be executed by Lan Li.
Of course, there is more to the world than loyalty.
Loyalty is rare and valuable.
People in the world tend to just go with the flow.
So two men with swords stood in front of the Snow Wind Palace.
It’s just that one of them is a sword cultivator on the great path of the human world.
And the other one is just a human being with a sword.
Han Chan said nothing more.
The singing voices in the wind and snow gradually became clearer.
Gathered together, it is like the voice of the God of Ceremony spoken by tens of millions of people.
There was a wind and snow in the witchcraft, which was broken through.
The first thing that appeared in the twilight snow at night was a huge black flower.
Han Chan quietly looked at the grimace flower that symbolized the River Styx, and said in a calm voice: "It seems that a lot of people need to be killed today."
The attendant held his sword and said: "I am willing to fight with your Majesty."
Then there was a sword light cutting through the wind and snow.
