Ji Liao raised his head and looked into the void, only to see criss-crossing white lines appearing in the void at this time, dividing the entire sky into countless squares, and complex spiritual patterns lit up one by one in the squares.
The sound of clicking was endless, and the blue sky became three-dimensional at this moment, divided into countless square pillars falling from the sky, as if some mechanism had been activated.
Ji Liao stared at the changes in the void, and his heart surged like a river.
He whispered, "What formation is this?"
Ji Liao remembered everything before he activated the formation, and immediately understood that he was in the formation now.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the house where Murong Xue's mother lived, only to see the servants inside were in a mess, shouting and crying, and some even walked quickly by him. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry. Notice that the void is changing dramatically.
Ji Liao's eyes turned to Murong Xue, whose face was full of blood and had long since expired. His eyes showed a hint of fear at first, then turned into a harsh look, and finally there was a hint of unspeakable tenderness.
For a moment, all the memories of Li Yaozu from birth to now flooded into his mind. Everything was so real, as if Ji Liao had really experienced Li Yaozu's life, making Ji Liao unable to tell whether it was illusion or reality.
"What kind of weird formation is this? How could I meet that woman in the formation?" Ji Liao's eyes flashed wildly and he whispered.
"Master, Master, what should I do? Madam has already..." At this time, a maid in servant's clothes stepped forward and cried with tears in her eyes.
"Mrs...."
Ji Liao nodded habitually first, but when he was about to say something, he stopped abruptly.
The light in his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked the maid up and down. She knew this maid. She was the personal maid who had followed Murong Xue since she came to the Li family.
"Xiaoyu, do you know what formation I am in now?" Ji Liao asked with an extremely cold tone.
"What? Formation? What formation?" Xiaoyu was stunned by Ji Liao's question, and asked in surprise with big eyes full of teardrops.
"You don't know?" Ji Liao took a step forward and asked, almost touching Xiaoyu.
Ji Liao was already very tall, but Xiaoyu was a head shorter than Ji Liao. Seeing Ji Liao's gloomy face and looking down at him, Xiaoyu suddenly shivered in fright.
"Master, I really don't know." Xiaoyu said with a pale face, taking a few steps back and bowing.
"Yeah!" Ji Liao nodded, then ignored Xiaoyu and continued to look up into the void.
The clicking sound continued, and the sky was now enveloped in a layer of faint white light. Countless pillars fell and then rose again, as if they were activating something.
"How could this happen?" Ji Liao muttered, looking into the void.
Suddenly there was another loud roar, and the white light in the sky
It collapsed under the loud noise.
Then a whirlpool connecting the sky and the earth suddenly appeared in the sky, crazily stirring everything in the world.
For a moment, the whole world trembled, and the blue sky was like a curtain, twisted, rolled, and swallowed by the whirlpool.
"Bang bang bang."
A muffled sound of bang bang came, but everyone in the Li family's house exploded one after another.
There was no blood splattering, no flesh and blood flying everywhere, but everyone exploded and turned into balls of ashes that were swept up into the air.
Ji Liao's eyes looked at Murong Xue lying on the ground, and with a bang, Murong Xue's body turned into ashes and disappeared.
The world rolled up into the sky, and the sky collapsed in an instant.
A cold light flashed in Ji Liao's eyes, and he was thinking rapidly about how to break the formation. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his body, as if there were two strong men pulling on the rope with all their strength. The body is the same.
Ji Liao retracted his thoughts and looked at his body.
However, he saw vicious cracks on his feet, spreading rapidly towards his upper body.
"Is it me? It's really painful!" Ji Liao laughed bitterly, and then the crack spread straight to the top of his head, splitting him in two. Within a moment, there was a bang, and his body was turned into ashes and swept away. Up in the air.
The moment Ji Liao disappeared, the whirlpool in the void suddenly stagnated, and then with a trembling buzz, it instantly retracted into the void and disappeared.
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...
There was light rain falling in the sky, and the windows of a thatched hut leaning against a bamboo forest were open.
This place is very remote, almost at the edge of Juechun City.
The thatched house was not big, just like two small rooms. Clear raindrops hit the roof, slid down the thatched grass, and fell to the ground with splashes of water.
In front of the house is a small courtyard. The courtyard is surrounded by a fence with green bamboos half as tall as a person. The vegetables grown in the small courtyard have penetrated the soil and sprouted buds that are inch long. There is peace and tranquility.
There was a young man in the open window. This young man looked honest and tall. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old and dressed like a frail scholar.
This young man's name is Yi Huaqi, but he is a down-and-out scholar who has lost his parents and is alone in Juechun City.
Yi Huaqi held a scroll in his hand, and his mind was completely immersed in the scroll. The sound of light rain outside did not disturb him at all.
After a long time, Yi Huaqi put away the scroll in his hand, exhaled a long breath, looked at the deserted streets caused by the rain, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"The spring rain stirs the hearts of travelers, and the green flowers and green willows make them miss their loved ones."
He murmured something in his mouth, then shook his head with a wry smile, and looked at the book in his hand again.
It was getting dark, and dim candlelight lit up in the thatched house.
The wax head was very short and turned into a pool of wax mud, but Yi Huaqi was still reluctant to throw it away.
He is a poor scholar who has no money and only relies on writing letters for others to earn a few copper coins. In the prosperous Juechun City, this meager income is only enough for him to maintain his usual livelihood and ensure that he does not starve to death. The rest is Nothing more.
"Hua Qi, Hua Qi." At this time, a shout rang outside his small courtyard.
Yi Huaqi looked out the window. In the dim moonlight, he could vaguely see a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella and also wearing a scholar's robe, waving and calling his name at the door of his courtyard.
A smile appeared on Yi Huaqi's honest face. Although he didn't see it very clearly, Yi Huaqi also knew that this was one of his few friends in Juechun City, Wang Muye!
"Muye, come in." Yi Huaqi shouted out the window.
"What are you doing in there? Come out quickly. I have something good for you today." Wang Mu did not enter the house, but urged outside the door.
"What are you doing?" Yi Huaqi asked again.
"Hurry up, something good will happen anyway!"
"Hey..." Yi Huaqi shook his head and put down the scroll in his hand with a wry smile.
Wang Muye's family was relatively well off. Fortunately, his parents were still alive and he did some small business in the city, barely able to maintain a normal livelihood. At least that was what Yi Huaqi thought in the eyes of the impoverished Yi Huaqi.
Yi Huaqi blew out the candles, walked to the hut, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, opened the door and walked out.
Juechun City is a city with continuous spring rain, and oil-paper umbrellas are essential tools for all people living in Juechun City.
Opening the courtyard door, Yi Huaqi and Wang Mu were also standing together. He smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Hey, didn't I tell you last time in the academy that today is the day when Miss Yuerong from Baifeng Tower comes out to meet guests..." Wang Mu also gave Yi Huaqi a complaining look.
"What did I think it was? You can go on your own." When Yi Huaqi heard that this was what he was talking about, he immediately lost interest and turned around to walk back.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? I've told you. Miss Yue Rong is an artist, not a person. Today, Miss Yue Rong meets someone for the first time. She will ask a question. If anyone can answer it, they can go upstairs and meet someone. Miss Yue Rong meets alone and does not accept the cashier."
"Then I won't go either. I'm about to go to Beijing to take the exam. You'd better do this yourself."
Yi Huaqi was unmoved by Wang Muye's words and was still unwilling to go.
"It's okay if you don't go today. You are the best in literature and art at our Nanhu Academy. If we are overtaken by Saigon Academy this time, our Nanhu Academy will be so embarrassed. Then we will be laughed at by those people from Saigon Academy." .”
Wang Mu also said something, and then he pulled Yi Huaqi and ran towards Baifeng Tower without any explanation.
"Hey, hey, slow down, slow down, why don't I go..." Yi Huaqi shouted as he was pulled by Wang Muye.
The two figures gradually disappeared into the drizzling streets, and only Yi Huaqi's voice echoed faintly.
(End of chapter)
