Ye Hanzhong looked at the thousand-year-old scholar standing melancholy in the mountains, and then silently stepped back.
The prime minister didn't stop him, he just drank wine, held the bag of money, and watched quietly.
After Ye Hanzhong took dozens of steps back, the Prime Minister put down the wine bottle that had been held at his lips, and there was a wind blowing in the wind and snow.
The Liuyun Sword Sect's killer's face looked a little solemn under his black robe.
"What do you mean, Dean?"
The prime minister sighed and said: "The money you gave me is only enough to charm me for a while. If I go too far, I can't see clearly, so I feel very disgusted."
Ye Hanzhong raised his hand and put it into his arms, intending to continue to withdraw some money.
The wind in the wind and snow in the Youhuang Mountains suddenly became fierce. Ye Hanzhong had to stretch out his hand to pinch the sword secret, unsheathed the long sword, and protected it with the sword intention.
The expression of the scholar in white in that high mountain became very calm.
"It's enough to take this amount of money. In order to prevent Xuanxuyuan from being stabbed in the spine in the future..."
The Prime Minister's voice fell in the wind and snow, and then the scholar with some blood stains and footprints on his white clothes disappeared there.
Ye Hanzhong's expression changed, he raised his hand to hold the sword around him, and slashed at the fierce cold wind in front of him.
With a loud sound, the figure of the Prime Minister emerged from the wind and snow. He retracted his hand, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip, and calmly looked at the black-robed swordsman who was retreating with the sword.
"You'd better be more honest and let me catch you back to Nanyi City."
Ye Hanzhong stopped on the Snowy Mountains with his sword in hand. He drew his sword and stood up. He sneered and said, "Dean, do you think I, Ye Hanzhong, might be an honest person?"
The Prime Minister stuffed the bag of money into his arms, and then walked towards Ye Hanzhong holding the wine bottle.
"Of course not. Although the Liuyun Sword Sect is a sword sect born in a land of killers, it has always had a good reputation in the world. There are probably not many people like you, Ye Hanzhong, but it is a pity that there is a heavenly prison and a river in the world today. Zong. Many unprovoked deaths have been carried on their backs. In the past ten years, I don’t know how many people you, Ye Hanzhong, have killed - but if it were anyone else, such as your junior brother Han Chan, I would have charged more. , let him go, but you can’t.”
The Prime Minister put down the wine pot, and the pot body collided with the jade hanging from his waist, making a very crisp sound.
The voice was neither loud nor grand.
However, Ye Hanzhong, who was standing on the black earth and white snow with his sword in his hand, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. The sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect fell on the jade on the waist of Qing Xiang, and then removed the scabbard in his left hand. He was stuck in the snow, the horizontal swords were touching each other, and when the swords were drawn, thousands of bells fell down to the world. Only then did he regain some of his energy amidst the jade sounds.
The prime minister just looked at him quietly.
"If you let Ye Hanzhong go, the public will not let me go. You also know that scholars have a good reputation."
Ye Hanzhong probably thought it was a bit ridiculous, so he pulled out the scabbard of his sword again, looked at the scholar and said, "Everyone knows that the dean is a drunkard and a scolder. Doesn't this reputation mean he has a good reputation?"
The Prime Minister smiled slightly and said: "For a great cultivator like me, if the world dares to comment on me, it means that they love me and have no guilt in their hearts, so there is nothing they can't say. Do you think the world dares to comment on your master Chen Yunxi?"
Naturally, people in the world don’t dare. Because they don't know what kind of person this ancient Liuyun Sword Sect is.
Therefore, the reputation of being a heavy drinker and a scolder is naturally not a bad reputation.
Ye Hanzhong was a little angry and speechless. His sword intention fell on the sword, but he came directly with the sword in the snow.
Although the prime minister is a great demon in the world and a great Taoist cultivator, he will not bear the sword of Ye Hanzhong.
After all, everyone is a cultivator of the Great Dao, and a dog can bite you if it gets angry, not to mention a Liuyun sword cultivator like Ye Hanzhong.
As the white clothes flew around, the scholar moved out of the way.
The sword fell into the air, and without stopping, the sword fell towards the Youhuang Mountains, cutting down countless windy and snowy distant mountains.
The Youhuang Mountain Range is not the human world, so there is no need to treat the human world.
Ye Hanzhong did not think about sheathing the sword, but took advantage of the momentum of the sword. The sword body and the black robe were ignited with green fire, but they went towards the world.
The Prime Minister looked at the sword light calmly, took a step forward, raised his hand to his chest, and the mysterious Taoist charm was flowing around him.
He is a scholar and a member of the ancient Taoist sect.
A small country with few people.
When Ye Hanzhong heard this sentence, he was secretly shocked.
The next moment, the fire of the whole person and the Cold Bell Sword in his hand were all extinguished. The world was vast, and the world seemed to be 490,000 miles away in the East China Sea.
It's not a ceremony.
Rather, it is a gift to heaven and earth.
Ye Hanzhong stopped in the vast world of Taoism and turned around to look at the prime minister calmly standing on the snow-capped mountains with an ugly expression.
"Blue Ox Five Thousand Words?"
The prime minister nodded calmly.
The art of the ancient way was something that only that generation of Mo Jian Ya could overcome.
While the white clothes were floating, the thousand-year-old Taoist came forward with his palms raised and riding on the wind.
Ye Hanzhong still wanted to struggle, so he turned around with his sword, Ye Yu Linglin.
The strange Taoist formula in the hands of the prime minister changed again, and he chanted it softly.
"The great road is useless, but there is benevolence and righteousness."
In the vast space between heaven and earth, countless Dao texts fell together with the wind and snow. The sword intention around Ye Hanzhong's body began to emerge from the Dao sea with the sound of overlapping waves. It was like the scorching sun shining on the snow, and they all dispersed between the heaven and the earth.
Only then did the black-robed swordsman truly realize that he had indeed underestimated such a white-robed scholar.
Even if he is addicted to alcohol, even if he is prone to swearing.
But after all, this great demon from Huangliang is an existence that is inferior to the three swords and three concepts in the human world.
He is the person who has lived for a thousand years with the Hangu Temple Taoist scripture "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox".
After returning to the main road, a true minister would naturally not give Ye Hanzhong any chance to resist.
Ye Hanzhong lost his sword intention, his vitality was blocked, and he fell from the sky towards the mountains.
The prime minister didn't care at first, but his expression changed when he saw the black-robed swordsman suddenly raised his sword and put it across his throat.
It’s true that he is a major repairman.
But he is no goddess.
Naturally, there is no ability to go to the Styx to stop people.
Even though he knew that Ye Hanzhong was not a person who would do this, Qing Xiang still turned into a Tao wind and left in an instant, carrying the demonic power.
There was a fierce light in Ye Hanzhong's eyes. The moment the scholar approached him, he suddenly raised his sword and struck out.
The big demon is also a human being.
Taoists are also human beings.
If you are a person, you will die.
Ye Hanzhong suddenly felt that Taoist Saint Li Queyi's words were indeed simple and clear.
Naturally, no one would despise Liuyun Sword Sect's personal sword, even if he has lost his sword intention.
Naturally, the Prime Minister wouldn't either. He was just a Taoist demon-protecting Prime Minister, so he wouldn't believe that the Liuyun Sword Sect's sword was really that powerful.
Dressed in white, he approached in the wind and snow.
There is a sword coming.
However, the next moment, the prime minister's expression changed.
The Han Zhong Sword, which seemed to have no sword intention, actually pierced through the body-protecting scriptures and demon power as if it was filled with scorching heat, and went straight to his heart.
There is a clear sound of swords between heaven and earth.
The jade hanging from Qing Xiang's waist left the belt on its own and turned into a green-red sword, which intertwined with Ye Hanzhong's sword.
The sword is awe-inspiring and powerful.
This small country with few people was suddenly shattered.
When the prime minister came back to his senses amidst the frightening sound of swords.
Ye Hanzhong's figure has disappeared between heaven and earth.
Prime Minister Qing raised his hand and held the green-red sword, squinting his eyes and quietly watching the trajectory of the sword light cutting through the wind and snow.
A letter unfolded on the sleeve fell down.
There are a few numbers at the end - Dachu March Yin, Liu March, yours sincerely.
The letter did not fall to the world, but was blown back again by the wind and snow.
The Prime Minister calmly took it back into his arms, and the green-red sword turned back into a hanging jade and fell back to his waist. The scholar in white turned around and left.
Naturally, that sword could not come from Ye Hanzhong.
...
The second time the White Deer Group of Demons tested Yunjue Town was in the afternoon when Northern Witch Road arrived at Yunjue Town.
There are still not many demon clans attacking this time, and the main force of the demon clan still stays around Bailu City, and it is like a demon kingdom.
This is the news brought back by the Heavenly Prisoner who was stationed in the front.
The town instantly entered a state of war readiness.
After the sword cultivators from the Liuyun Sword Sect and the people from the Northern Witch Way arrived, the practitioners stationed in Yunjue Town were obviously much more comfortable.
Although compared with the people of Southern Witchcraft, Northern Witchcraft lacks the kind of long-lasting and powerful witchcraft and ghost skills, and also lacks weird skills such as witchcraft and soul-calling that cause headaches to the world, but after all, such a group of nearly a thousand people The benefits that a person's Northern Witchcraft can bring are obvious and easy to see.
Although the great wizard named Youque said that Northern Wizards would lead the way, Ximen and Cheng Lu naturally would not really do so.
Wu Gui Dao, who was in the rear, would be miserable for a long time even if he saw the 300,000 Qingjia.
Nan Dao and Yuan Sanzhou also went to the north of Yunjue Town. Although they did not want Lu Xiaoer to face such a thing, the young boy still insisted on following him with his sword in his arms.
In the twilight of mid-spring, the sky is filled with smoke and clouds, and the glow is spreading.
If it weren't for the demon clan in the world, this would probably be the most beautiful scenery in such a small town.
Yuan Sanzhou stood on the barrier with a solemn expression - the barrier outside the town was much taller and thicker.
Next to him, Nan Dao looked calm, and Yiaozhou Island had already unsheathed it first, dragging the stream of light around him.
The direction of human stories is determined by those who practice higher realms.
However, the state of enlightenment is naturally the backbone of human beings.
Just like what Zhang Xiaoyu and Mei Quming said at the top of Nanyi City.
People under the upper realm are often pushed by the general trend and move forward involuntarily.
Just like the Lingnan Sword Sect for thousands of years.
To put it nicely, it is called radiating the surrounding areas of Lingnan and stabilizing the human world.
To put it mildly, this is all they can do.
Sword cultivators like Ting Feng Yin naturally do not participate in the decision-making of upper-level cultivators and can only do their best to follow the trend.
In this temporarily raised pass town and between the barriers across the north of the town, most of the practitioners are practitioners who are in the realm of enlightenment.
There are only a handful of trails, and naturally there are very few people like Ximen Chenglu.
Although there were nearly a thousand people from the Northern Wu Dao, they were scattered behind the sword cultivators and Taoists, sitting cross-legged on the barrier.
But if such a sect was very popular in the south, it wouldn't bother trying to enter the same place in the north.
Everyone was silent and quietly waiting inside and outside the barrier of Yunjue Town, waiting for those February evening winds to carry the smoke, dust and demon power together into the dusk.
Before the people arrived, the sound arrived first.
Just like the sound of the xun last night, before the smoke and dust crossed the mountain forest, the desolate sound started first.
A twilight bird flew away in fear, knocking off several long and narrow tail feathers.
There was the sound of deep music singing.
Comes from those who are from the Northern Witch Way.
Although the Northern Wizard Way is despised and despised by the Southern Wizard, they also feel that their Northern Way is the inheritance of the South.
It's just that such a sect is still a branch of Wugui Dao after all.
The ending of the story comes from the god of etiquette.
Naturally melancholy and solemn.
What's more, no matter how much the Northern Witch Way refuses to admit it, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the year 1004 of the Great Wind Calendar, the goddess sacrificed Taiyi again, and there were gods outside Kyoto to take over the Styx River to reappear in the world. Naturally, the people of the Witch and Ghost Way in the world Benefit from it.
The feedback from the God of Ceremony from the returning river is much faster than before.
The sound of the hymn rises and the image of silence appears.
The skills of the Northern Witch are not as vast and powerful as the Southern Witch.
However, it is still enough to cover the human world in this pass town.
Wuhe is the art of both north and south, and it is also the most basic art of destiny, just like sword intention and Taoism.
When those chants of the Northern Witch Way began to rise, thousands of great rivers fell into the world, and the Witch Rivers connected to the underworld, so the dark-colored power of witches and ghosts began to permeate the twilight of heaven and earth.
When the first demon clan stepped out from the twilight of the mountain forest, it was obvious that he was at a loss when faced with such a scene.
The art of witches and ghosts has not been seen in the world for a long time.
Although the battle outside Nanyi City spread throughout the world, seeing it with one's own eyes and hearing about it are naturally different concepts.
But soon the emotion from the heart overshadowed the confusion of facing the power of witches and ghosts.
Demon power surged in the mountains and forests, and thousands of demon clans surged out, like a tide or a dike breaking.
Everyone has experienced momentary deafness.
Among the sounds of chanting and singing, as well as the various noisy sounds of countless demon clans and demons surging through the human world.
The people of Liuyun Sword Sect are slightly weak in the way of sword control. They are better at the sword in their hands, and they are outstanding in the world. When those people from the demon clan come in the dusk.
Those Liuyun Sword Cultivators turned into sword light, and under the cover of the witchcraft, fell towards the front of the battlefield.
What followed closely behind were many swords of cold light that cut through the sky with sword intent.
Like fire in a stone, a horse in a gap, or a body in a dream.
The loud sound of this war suddenly resounded through the sky.
The young boy Lu Xiaoer stood on the eaves of the human town with his sword in his arms in great shock - not only Nandao, but also other sword cultivators did not allow this twelve-year-old swordsman to set foot. That land outside the town.
.......
The wind and smoke are beginning to rise, the clouds are breaking, and the rays of light are dispirited by the wind.
The sparkling water shines on Qiluo.
Rhododendrons are as red as mountain fire.
...
It was probably the first time that Lu Xiaoer truly realized what Hongbi Dujuan meant.
The battlefields we saw just this morning after the smoke subsided were far less brutal than what we saw now.
Lu Xiaoer seemed to finally understand where the anger and depression in Nandao came from.
Such a war will amplify all the emotions in the hearts of the world.
Fear begets fear.
Anger begets anger.
Then everything turned into the sword light falling on the world in that twilight.
The Parrot Island in the South Island disappeared like cold water, with fierce sword intent shuttling between the demon clans.
It's like a fruit farmer cutting ripe fruits one by one.
Naturally, people from the demon clan don't just rely on demon power.
In the story of thousands of years of being together in the human world, they naturally practiced swords and Taoism.
Therefore, among the demon clan, there are also sword lights rising from the smoke and clouds of the world, intertwined with the cold lights of those people.
This war in the twilight fell into a stalemate.
The sword light and Taoism flashed, the magic of witches and ghosts continued to spread, and the magic rose from the smoke and dust, and fell to the world together.
Lu Xiaoer couldn't see clearly what the monsters who came in the dusk looked like.
Do they have long ears, do they have big horse heads.
The twilight was falling, and the young man looking from a distance could not see clearly.
So this looks more like a war between humans.
This is probably the reason why the demon clan always chooses to launch attacks at twilight and in the night.
Everyone knew in their hearts that the two were not of the same race, but had once been in the same boat.
However, no matter who it is, when facing those similar enemies, there will probably always be a lot of confusion in their hearts, dissipating that kind of indignation.
Lu Xiaoer sat silently on the eaves.
Looking at the demon clan that fell far away under his uncle's parrot island, he thought without doubt.
if.
What if those monsters, holding sharp blades in their hands, fell towards the world.
Do they also have hesitation and fear in their hearts?
Lu Xiaoer didn't know.
Thinking is a matter for bystanders.
People who fall into the blood and fire will only watch whether there are swordsmanship coming towards them.
A long war, a long war.
When the human night swallowed up the light in the sky, the demon clan finally approached the town.
Just as Cheng Lu said, the story of Liuyun Sword Sect lies in Xuanxue and Qingluo.
Therefore, there are not many Liuyun Sword Cultivators coming, and they are constantly retreating under the mighty momentum of the demon clan.
Around Lingnan, Shanyue and Nanyi were suppressed, and all the demon clans that were like flood waters rushed to Bailu. Even if this was just a test, the power of the demon clans that kept rushing forward was quite strong. To be fierce.
When Lu Xiaoer clenched the Xiwu Sword in his hand with nervousness and apprehension, the sword cultivators standing on the barrier also felt tired after spending a lot of Shenhai Yuan Qi. , Ti Jian and the sword cultivators from Liuyun Sword Sect stood at the front.
Between heaven and earth, the power of witches and ghosts flowed across the sky, which caused great obstacles to the progress of the demon clan.
The power of witches and ghosts comes from the power of the Styx, which naturally means destruction and destruction.
During the circulation of the power of the witches and ghosts controlled by the Northern Witch Way, the power of those demon clans was naturally continuously reduced.
Lu Xiaoer could no longer see the trace of his uncle.
The young man who holds an umbrella all day long may be particularly eye-catching when he walks in the world.
However, in that kind of hasty night war, it is probably just a small black mushroom.
Yuan Sanzhou, who was holding a sword and fighting with those monsters, was also looking at the figure of such a young man.
Naturally, Taonan Mifune could die here, but Nan Dao could not.
Such a young man represents the hope of Lingnan’s rise.
It took a long time for Yuan Sanzhou to finally see in the bloody sword light a young man who finally broke out from the demon clan's encirclement.
Nan Dao held an umbrella in one hand and held the Peach Blossom Sword in the other. The Parrot Island had disappeared into the night, and it was unknown where it went.
The young man fighting with an umbrella slashed away the monsters in front of him with his sword. The blood sprayed out was mostly blocked by the black umbrella. But even so, the young man was still covered in blood and quietly raised his head. , his eyes fell on the distant mountains.
Parrot Island is naturally there.
