It probably doesn't matter where the other adults are.
Of course they can stand in front of the palace gate like Mr. Zuo Shi, ready to record many stories.
You can also hide in the dark and watch the things that people like them plan for those Chu kings who are cultivators of the Fourfold Sword.
Lord Ling Yin's death happened at noon today.
Such a story about an old man who was obviously beaten to a pulp but was told that he died of a sudden brain disease really gave rise to a very absurd idea in the minds of some of these courtiers.
It's just that some stories naturally don't come from such a ridiculous idea.
They may have been earlier.
For example, it started when a certain boy looked at the emperor and felt a lot of disappointment.
Jing Jing stood silently in front of the palace gate, looking at Master Zuo Shi who was writing vigorously, and said softly: "Master, did you record everything truthfully?"
Zuo Shi stretched out his hand with the dry ink pen in his hand to the official on the side. The man handed over the ink in the inkstone and re-covered the tip of the pen.
The lord continued to write.
"Yes. What the king knows and what the king doesn't know, of course everything is written down."
There was a glimmer of excitement in the young man's eyes, which was obviously different from such a young boy's quiet name and quiet behavior.
Perhaps those things are indeed enough to make such a young boy throb and tremble with excitement.
"I will leave my name in history in the future, right?"
Mr. Zuo Shi pressed his pen on the book, paused for a moment, and then wrote that stroke again.
That is the word water.
The first two words are Styx.
The water of Wangyou is the water of the Styx.
The Wangyou water is of course the Styx water.
In such a big river hanging above the human world, there is extremely rich power of the Styx.
Probably only in this way can people in the world not be disturbed by the past in the process of traveling to and from the human world.
"There has never been such a thing in the world. The minister poisoned the king with the water of the Styx."
Zuo Shi recorded those things calmly and spoke lightly.
"Perhaps it will indeed leave a name in history, but it may not mean that it will remain infamy for thousands of years."
As a clerk in Zuo Shi Mansion's history writing, Ning Jing was naturally aware of these things, but the young man just stood there with a soft smile.
"Let a Huai'an person be the emperor of Huangliang, but this Huai'an person only wants to merge Huangliang into Huai'an. This is probably a kind of blasphemy against the history of Huangliang."
It was very quiet in front of the palace gate.
It's probably like what a girl named Li Qinghua said when she stood in this southern capital in amazement - Zhang Xiaoyu, you see, everyone here is Huangliang people.
It is still unclear whether Zhang Xiaoyu would sneer and say, "Aren't all Huangliang people from Huangliang people still from Huai'an?"
But that sentence is undoubtedly extremely objective and sincere.
Of course, Huangliang people are all Huangliang people.
Even if the world lived in the Gale Dynasty for thousands of years, Huang Liang would not regard himself as a Huai'an person.
The great swamp stretches across the land and separates the two lands. Naturally, it is difficult for the two lands to truly assimilate into the same kind of people.
As a result, the Northern Avenue prospered, and Xuexuyuan also tried to dominate the world with culture. However, the oldest belief in this land is still the Wuguishen Sect.
They still consider themselves to be the people of gods and ghosts, not the people of His Majesty the Demon Emperor.
Even Ling Yin had a look of extreme panic when faced with the news of the goddess' death - as if the people who sincerely overthrew the king of Chu chosen by the goddess were never them.
Some stories, passed down in the blood, cannot be ignored and indelible.
"If the king had not been affected by the power of the Styx, then no minister would have survived in the false capital today."
Zuo Shi didn't pay attention to the young man's generous words, he just spoke calmly and solemnly.
Jing Jing was silent for a while, looked at Zuo Shi quietly, and said softly: "So, sir, you must record it truthfully and in detail."
History books are for future generations to read.
Whether it was right or wrong can only be known by future generations.
This is probably the reason why the position of human historian has been inherited from ancient times, no matter in the north or south.
Zuo Shi didn't say anything and continued to write seriously.
Perhaps I have already written about Ling Yin’s death today.
In the first year of the Chu-Xinli calendar, the king did not engage in government affairs and drank long hours in a tall building. His order heard that Yin was summoned to go there, but he fell down and died...
Jingjing stood aside and watched silently.
The lights on the long street suddenly flickered.
The young man looked back at the lanterns on the streets that were blown by the inexplicable wind.
Although the young man is not a practitioner, he has spent some time in the Sword Academy, and he has some experience.
Jing Jing looked at it for a long time, turned back and said softly: "The king seems to be drawing his sword."
That was a sign that the sword wind and sword intent were falling into the human world.
Lord Zuo Shi's hand froze - maybe thousands of years later, the world will look at the richly written historical manuscript and wonder what happened at that time.
"If I found out that I was suddenly poisoned by some bizarre poison, I would also be so angry that I would draw my sword and kill someone."
Zuo Shi said slowly and continued writing.
Jing Jing was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Master, write faster, otherwise it may be too late to finish writing."
Zuo Shi nodded calmly, and the official on the side handed over the ink again.
The young man bent down, picked up the stone tablet again, held it in his arms, and headed towards the palace.
Of course, the young man was still confined to Zuo Shi's mansion.
It's just that today's Zuo Shifu is probably very big, stretching from Minghefang to the imperial palace.
...
The taste of Huangliang's bitter liquor is also somewhat different from the past.
This suddenly reminded Han Chan of the taste of the first sip of bittern wine he drank when he first crossed the Daze and came to a small town under the faint yellow mountains within the gate of Moque City.
Even if the bitter wine is heated during the winter snow, it still tastes bitter and cold.
But the wine back then was naturally different from what it is today.
It’s not just the feeling of seeing wind and snow covering mountains and rivers for the first time.
But there is something else in the wine.
Han Chan looked at the wine glass quietly.
Then he turned to look at the brewing attendant who was hesitantly walking away on the twilight palace road.
The emperor was silent for a long time, then picked up the bottle of wine, brought it to his lips and took a big sip.
When Han Chan drank those Huaian wines, what he felt was probably not false.
There was indeed water in the wine.
It's just not human water.
But the water of the Styx.
When Han Chan noticed these things, the meaning in the drink he took again became extremely clear and distinct.
This is not the ordinary Styx water flowing in the human world, but the Styx water that is extremely close to the depths of the Youhuang Mountains.
People in the world often call it Wangyou Water, especially in Huaian.
At that time, His Majesty Emperor Huai loved drinking this kind of forgetfulness water.
It's just that not everyone is like that emperor named Ji Wuxu.
That emperor was only afraid of two people in his life, one was named Li Er and the other was named Qing Yi.
So he can drink the Styx water as wine, but Han Chan obviously cannot.
So after the sip of wine fell into his stomach, the emperor clearly sensed the erosion of the extremely rich power of the Styx heading towards the Divine Sea.
Only then did Liuyun Sword Cultivator, who had never thought about these things, realize that the sword intent in the divine sea had been somewhat corroded.
So the sword cultivator inevitably remembered the joke made by a certain Taoist cultivator in Nanyi City.
The great white-clothed demon who could kill a spiritual witch with one punch almost died in the high mountain wind and snow in the Youhuang Mountains because the Divine Sea was eroded by the power of the Styx.
Whether it is sword cultivation, Tao cultivation, or former Buddhism, what you cultivate is naturally the vitality of heaven and earth.
Only the people of the Wuguishen Cult are different. What they practice is the power of the Styx.
It is something that is completely opposite to the vitality of heaven and earth, and sometimes even has the same power as water and fire.
Han Chan calmly put down the wine bottle in his hand and looked at the power of the Styx heading towards the divine sea like tarsal maggots.
The Liuyun sword cultivator finally remembered something.
He is not in Huai'an, but in Huangliang, and the Styx River hangs above his head.
So how could there be no existence in this world that could threaten him?
Han Chan felt a little drunk.
So the sword cultivator held the sword in his hand and stood on the railing of the high-rise building, looking up at the long street in the dusk.
He saw the young man holding the stone tablet in his arm, walking silently through the lights rising in the world, heading towards the palace.
The Liuyun sword cultivator stood leaning on his sword, but he had to sigh.
"What a young man."
Han Chan admitted that he had always been wary of those who were in the Huangliang Witch Ghost Way, and also wary of those Wu Jia and Jian Yuan Sword Cultivators who were on the rise - under the divine light, the world's people are naturally extremely powerful, and Jian Yuan, Qi Jingyuan's original Death Sword Art undoubtedly taught this sword cultivator a very heavy lesson.
He even thought that these people from Huangliang would secretly go to Nanyi City to invite the practitioners from Xuanshuyuan back.
But nothing happened except those things above.
Therefore, some of the unobtrusive behaviors of such a young man were ignored by the emperor.
When Zuo Shifu reached the imperial palace, Han Chan finally realized many things.
This is of course not something that Zuo Shi alone can decide.
Han Chan has never been a qualified emperor. Even as a sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect, he only has Liu Sanyue, a Taoist disciple in the palace, who can speak more.
Only then did he understand the many secret stories surging in such a palace of the King of Chu.
Han Chan doesn't want to be Huangliang's emperor, so those ministers probably won't be willing to recognize such a sword cultivator from Huai'an.
After the emperor, who was drunk from the water of the Styx, sighed, his expression gradually became colder.
They are indeed stupid people and they are indeed fools.
Lanli was not wrong at all in scolding him.
However, Han Chan quickly realized that how could all the ministers in the world be fools and fools?
It’s just that they don’t know many high-level stories in the human world.
Even Han Chan could only guess through those clues that the goddess was no longer in the world.
How could those in the palace of King Chu know?
They may still firmly oppose the goddess' rule of the world, but they sincerely use the intimidation brought by such an ancient Chu god and ghost to the north to pursue many great dreams of the Spring and Autumn Period.
When he thought of this, the expression on Han Chan's face gradually changed from cold to a vague, sarcastic smile.
"The goddess is dead, Serenity."
Han Chan smiled sarcastically and pitifully.
The sword cultivator's face was a little pale, but also unusually flushed.
The power of the Styx will cause extremely heavy harm to any practitioner in Huaian.
Han Chan unknowingly drank so much water from the Styx in the palace. The moment he discovered it, the trauma had naturally penetrated deep into his bones.
So the emperor smiled and began to cough. The emperor, who was standing by the railing of the tall building with his sword in hand, coughed up a lot of blood.
Falling on those railings, it looks like many burnt red curtains - both red and black.
It's like a stage that was set up, but suddenly caught fire in the end, so the babbling singing ended up in a farce amidst the smell of the burning curtains. .
This is probably indeed a farce.
Han Chan lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand that was lit with green fire.
People do forget sometimes.
Such a sword cultivator only came to Huangliang to kill another Taoist because he had received 20,000 guan from a certain Taoist.
Who would have thought that this killer would eventually turn into an emperor in a daze?
This may also be the reason why Han Chan himself was moved by some of the things he saw.
Perhaps it was only now that Han Chan finally understood that the human world that Huang Liang people longed for was probably never the same as what he understood.
Their eyes were cut off by Daze, and they had never been able to see that far.
But the piety and enthusiasm of the past are naturally true.
It’s just that the great rivers in the world never flow in the same direction.
Han Chan coughed up some blood and calmly raised his hand to wipe the corners of his lips.
As a killer swordsman, injuries are of course a common occurrence.
A cold breeze began to blow from the high-rise buildings. The emperor quietly looked down at the capital city located in the south of the human world, where the lights were very prosperous.
Those people in the world may not know what kind of story is happening tonight.
Han Chan held the sword in his hand, and the green fire on the sword began to dance.
Those sword fires had started in the afternoon, but it was only now that they finally gained some momentum to ignite the night.
This sword can fall on the divine capital, or it can fall on the false capital.
For Han Chan, this is naturally something that no one can stop.
What matters to the world is more than just grinding swords and cliffs to the world?
However, after Han Chan watched for a long time, his eyes finally left the capital city and looked beyond the false capital to the divine city where the divine light gradually dimmed.
Such a Taoist sitting and waiting in the divine capital would probably not know the stories in the false capital.
Therefore, he would not understand that such an emperor, standing in the wind with pain, had to go through so much struggle in those extremely cold thoughts before he chose not to visit the false capital.
Just like Han Chan always looked at that ugly Taoist and said it was a pity.
It would probably be a pity if Liu Sanyue didn't go to the avenue to see it.
So the sword cultivator finally gave up his anger towards the young man and the many courtiers behind him.
Mr. Zuo Shi, who was standing at the gate of the palace rushing for time and recording the story of the human world, was indeed right.
Although the water of the Styx was not useless against such a sword cultivator, it was not as easy as they imagined to kill such a sword cultivator with poison in the palace.
Han Chan stood the scabbard in his hand on the railing of the high-rise building. The sword fire jumped up, and countless sword intentions and vitality fell on the long sword the moment the sword cultivator grasped the hilt.
It was just four stacks of Han Chan. If he wanted to cut off the shackles of those divine powers for Liu Sanyue, he had no other choice but to ignite the Divine Sea.
The young man was already walking on the palace road, holding the stone tablet in his arms, and was coming sincerely towards the windward tower.
Han Chan glanced at him calmly and didn't say anything. His eyes just fell on the sword in front of him that was about to be unsheathed.
Green fire burst out from Han Chan's sleeves, and then spread extremely quickly to the entire arm.
Those were some of the flames that leaked out during the process of igniting the Divine Sea.
Tiangongsi once commented with great emotion on the swordsman's swordsmanship that ignited the divine sea - this is a swordsmanship that is extremely imaginative and realistic.
Sword cultivators may not know what the ultimate truth in the world is contained in the act of igniting the divine sea, and how it is related to the missing particle explained by Tao Sheng.
But it is undeniable that they are the pioneers of Tiangong Division in developing the chaos machine.
The sword fire burst out in the night, and all the energy of heaven and earth gathered together and condensed on one sword.
Han Chan's face was pale, with blood flowing from the corners of his lips, but his expression was extremely calm. He held the long sword upside down in his right hand and calmly raised it an inch.
Countless sword winds and sword intentions blow towards the world.
The whole city was brightly lit - when those confused people looked up at such a strong wind, they might finally realize that there would be some extremely unusual stories happening in the city tonight.
Just when they have such a conjecture in their minds.
The sword filled with green fire had grown from one inch to three feet.
The sword intention on the sword turned into an extremely huge blade, only three feet away from this world.
Countless stone slabs were shaken by the force of the sword and shot out, turning into a human sword mark that went straight to the divine capital.
The young man stood quietly downstairs in Yingfeng, looking at the sword that was so close and no more than three feet away from the world's head, his heart was full of horror.
Only when practitioners are willing to be courteous to the human world can the human world be safe and sound.
It only fell three feet above the head, which was probably an extremely merciful thing to do.
Jing Jing's face was pale. Master Zuo Shi, who was standing outside the palace gate, with the history book in his hand being extremely messy by the sword wind, was also pale. Countless ministers of the fake capital standing in the night were probably the same.
The water of the Styx mixed in the wine may not have as heavy an impact on a sword cultivator with abundant sword intent as they imagined.
Everyone looked at the tall building in fear.
This sword is destined for the divine capital.
So will there be a second sword falling on the false capital?
The pale young man was silent for a long time. He hugged the stone tablet and began to climb towards the 100-foot tall building.
The former Ninglang is here again.
