The heavy snow is flying, like goose feathers, like white flowers, like light smoke, like catkins, floating on the ground, covering a lonely city and a bloody small courtyard.
In the backyard of the government office,
Ji Hanzheng laughed like crazy, but tears kept rolling down. There was a puddle of rotten meat in front of him.
He was covered in blood,
They were still vigorously cutting up the corpses that could no longer be seen as they were. Only the pieces of flesh showed how much torture these people suffered before they died.
Looking at the crazy Ji Hanzheng, all the Jin Yiwei felt their scalps go numb.
A few people simply packed up the body and left in a hurry.
In the small courtyard, only Ji Hanzheng was left slumped on the bloody ground.
After a long time, he burst into tears,
The cries were so hysterical and heartbreaking,
"Madam, Ronger...I was wrong..."
"I was wrong!"
"I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you!"
"This world, this world is hopeless. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I hurt you!"
"..."
Ji Hanzheng lay on the ground and hit his head hard on the ground, knocking him unconscious.
Heavy snow is falling,
I don’t know how long it’s been,
Ji Hanzheng woke up in the cold. His whole body was already soaked. He slowly got up from the ground. A ray of clarity gradually appeared in his cloudy eyes.
He staggered,
Step by step, step by step, I walked into the house,
He was rummaging around the house,
After a long time, I finally found a yellowed ancient book in a dusty box.
He looked at the ancient book, and tears of blood fell from his eyes.
He seemed to be in a daze,
"I was wrong, I was wrong..."
"This world has long been hopeless. This world shouldn't exist. Good people...good people don't deserve to live..."
"Madam, Ronger... just wait for me. I will come to you when I have my revenge. I will definitely avenge you..."
"King Jing'an, King Jing'an, I must let his entire family be buried with you. The emperor... deserves to die, deserves to die..."
Ji Hanzheng gently stroked the ancient book, and tears of blood rolled down his cheeks and fell on the book.
Ji Hanzheng put away the ancient books and sat on a chair. He held a dagger in his hand and looked at the white snow outside the window.
"Gu Zhan..."
"If I have the chance, I will definitely repay your kindness..."
Ji Hanzheng opened the bottles of medicine on the table and arranged them in a row, stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth, and slowly picked up the dagger.
Many memories flashed through his mind,
When he was a county magistrate in Qingzhou, he once met an old beggar.
It was also a time of heavy snowfall,
Seeing that the old beggar was pitiful, he gave the old beggar food and silver.
He remembers it clearly,
At that time, the old beggar looked him over and said:
"The dragon is ten thousand years old, you are nine thousand years old,"
"Your destination should be in the palace!"
Ji Hanzheng just thought it was an old beggar who was dizzy from hunger and talking nonsense, so he didn't pay much attention to it and just smiled.
A burst of flying snow came towards my face,
Ji Hanzheng closed his eyes slightly,
Before I opened my eyes, the old beggar in front of me was gone.
Only a yellowed book was left on the ground.
On the first page, it reads:
If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace.
…
Suddenly, Ji Hanzheng thought of the heavy snow that year and the beggar.
"If you are a god, then this is my destination!"
A burst of sword light flashed by,
Blood sprays,
Ji Hanzheng slumped down on the chair, a ferocious expression on his face, cold sweat on his forehead, biting the cloth tightly, taking the medicine on the table with trembling hands and pouring it down crazily.
The wind and snow howled,
Pingyang City was shrouded in heavy snow, as if a city had been submerged, and a person seemed trapped.
This city is trapped in the hearts of some people.
Time passes quickly in the snow,
Soon after January,
That morning,
In the backyard of the government office, in that dead and silent courtyard,
Ji Hanzheng walked out the door carrying a package. He looked like a stray dog about to freeze to death in the cold night. Every step he took seemed to be fighting for his life.
But his eyes were so firm,
On a snowy and cold night, he gradually faded away.
…
When Ji Hanzheng left Pingyang City,
Gu Zhan had already received the news.
In today's Pingyang City, it is difficult for him to be unaware of any trouble.
He did not stop him, but sent someone to send Ji Hanzheng away secretly.
There are really not many people in this world who can bear what Ji Hanzheng has experienced.
Pingyang City, for Ji Hanzheng,
This is a nightmarish city,
He would leave as expected by Gu Zhan.
Ji Hanzheng didn't leave before because he couldn't leave. With Luo Huaiyang's group of people here, he would be silenced if anything went wrong.
Of course, regarding this matter,
Gu Zhan didn't pay much attention to it, because it was the day of the martial arts conference. In the past few days, many people came to Pingyang City, which had been silent for a long time, and it became lively.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
These people came from all over Pingyang Prefecture to participate in the martial arts conference.
Although the Jianghu people in the land of Yunxi will not take Jin Yiwei seriously, the situation in Pingyang Mansion is a bit special now. Not only does it have Qianhu Gu Zhan, who is now known as the God of Death throughout Pingyang, but also the Sixth Young Master Mo Beiyan.
Of course, all major sects and aristocratic families sent their senior officials and some of their disciples to participate in the martial arts conference, mainly because of Mo Beiyan's face. After all, he was the sixth young master of Canglan City, and not giving him face would be equivalent to not giving Canglan any face. Chengbeidou helps save face.
The Beidou Gang is the absolute overlord of Canglan Road.
Not to mention the powerful Dragon King of Nujiang, the major branches of the Beidou Gang spread all over Canglan Road, making the Jianghu forces everywhere fearful.
In Pingyang Mansion, there are also some members of the Beidou Gang who share the helm. They are just doing their own business and rarely interfere in the affairs of Pingyang. However, no one can guarantee that the Sixth Young Master will go to the helm and cry. Will the three-hanging incident cause the Beidou Gang to move the rudder?
Therefore, regarding Mo Beiyan's face,
All the major rivers and lakes forces in Pingyang still gave it.
Several first-rate sects, including Lingxi Sword Sect, Changfeng Valley, and Banshan Sect, all sent elders to come with some senior officials and disciples.
Four first-class aristocratic families, the Chen family of Longmen, the Gu family of Lingyang, the Lu family of Xiushan, and the Ma family of Pengshui all sent their elders and young disciples to attend.
The seven largest families in Pingyang Prefecture and the seven first-class forces spanning several surrounding counties all came, not to mention the second- and third-rate local forces. As long as they received the invitation, no one was absent.
The conference was held in a villa in Pingyang City.
On the day of the conference, people began to arrive one after another. The villa was full of people and bustling, and Jin Yiwei also arranged many people to maintain order.
Gu Zhan and Mo Beiyan also arrived at the villa early.
Until after lunch at noon,
Representatives of each major force entered a hall with several people.
