Hu Chang's persuasion was successful.

Lin also left the second-floor restaurant.

In the following period, he chose to continuously observe the people on the Black Ice Platform and protect Yang Jixin at all times. Once he found that Black Ice Platform could not find evidence and wanted to kill Yang Jixin directly, he would choose to go to the Black Ice Platform

Before the people took action, they learned from Yang Jixin why he had been in power for many years and could not stop him from transporting grain and grass even in the face of dozens of times more troops.

However, in that battle in Western Xinjiang, when the marshal of the Northern Army faced an ambush and siege, only some intimidating natural dangers hindered the advancement of this victorious general with grain and grass. When their grain transport convoy arrived, the magnificent Northern Army

Almost the entire army was destroyed. The upper-level officers of the Northern Army, and even the young prince of the empire who had conquered the world without a single defeat, quietly disappeared in this battle and became the most tragic and regrettable figure in the history of the empire.

Lin Yi's knuckles ached, and there was a popping sound in his wrist. The palm of his hand that squeezed the sword slowly loosened, and the sword shone with cold light fell to the ground with a popping sound, and there were red lines all over the palm of his hand.

, the pattern carved on the sword hilt can be vaguely seen.

"what exactly is it?"

"Why do I have such a trivial and ridiculous disease?"

"If you can practice cultivation, why should you be afraid of these..."

Black Ice Platform is very powerful, and Yang Jixin is also very powerful. The strength of the two is incomparable. Lin Yi still needs to plan when facing Yang Jixin. Next, facing the game between Black Ice Platform and the imperial dignitaries, he needs to be more cautious.

If there is a slight fluctuation, he must get out of it in time. Finding out the truth about the ambush that year is his responsibility, but it is not everything in his life.

Some of Li Liqing's words were right. Sometimes you need to let go. That big brother may not have wanted him to live so tiringly. But he didn't allow himself to do so. After completing these responsibilities, he would find out the mystery of the year and who had intervened.

After that battle, after dealing with the black hands hiding in the dark, Lin Yi might choose to live for himself and live to see the beauty of the entire world.

The silver-white sword was waving in the moist air. Every time the sword fell down, it drew a white sword shadow. The moist and heavy fog in the air would be cut off, sweeping away the clear and bright. Dense beads of sweat appeared on Lin Yi's forehead, and gradually

They gathered into fine marks, and then carried the force of a rolling torrent, breaking through the pores and fine hairs on the cheeks, tapping against the bluestone that was as clean as new after the rain.

The sun is shining brightly, and there are dark spots on the bluestone slabs.

Like a dark mud ball, like a stain on life.

...

Compared with the bustling and bustling streets of Jinyang City Beicheng, the residential area two streets away looks much more lonely and sparse. Occasionally, if you are lucky, you can see two or three people walking through the streets. Most of the time

, the streets can be described as desolate as wild.

But this does not affect the fact that this street has become the most noble street in Jinyang North City and even the entire Jinyang City.

It has become the most feared and familiar place for the people in Jinyang City.

No one walks on the bluestone paved streets, and there are even less traces of old people’s boot prints. The sky is not yet fully dark, and when you look up and you can see the stars scattered in the sky, the government servants who clean the streets will take the lead in passing through this street.

Set off, come and go, and spend a lot of time cleaning this street. Even if there are few people coming and going for many years, it is always as clean as new. This habit may never change.

The Grand Superintendent of Hebei Province, many supervisors, government officials, and idle officers of all sizes in the Northern Army all live in this seemingly lonely street. This street has been added to its supreme glory, even though it is so sparse.

, and still no one dares to underestimate the power and power contained in this deserted street.

After all, they can't bear it!

Dozens of people wrapped in mysterious clothes walked in at the street entrance and stopped in front of a simple house. The outside of the house was simple and unpretentious. There were several thick red pillars at the door, and there was a faint and unique pillar on it.

An imperceptible handprint. The middle-aged man in plain clothes, who was leading the group, pulled off his mask, revealing his ugly face. He gently brushed the handprints imprinted on the pillar with his palm, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Squeak!

The courtyard door opened and Rifu stood at the door.

"Everyone... just wait outside!" He glanced at the crowd and was not afraid of the oppression brought by this group of men in black clothes. His eyes fell back on the ugly man beside the pillar. His disdainful eyes were much less severe and he was respectful.

Duo Duo cautiously said: "Master Ji, I don't want to see any emissaries from the imperial capital. So I'm afraid your group of people won't be able to enter the house."

"However, if you lose your status as a black ice platform, you can still be considered a nephew. If we meet you once, it will not be against the rules of the empire."

After saying that, he looked at Mr. Ji in front of him and his eyebrows moved slightly. Laifu swallowed his saliva timidly and explained with great desire for survival: "The words just now were said by the master himself, not by a villain.

I hope you won’t misunderstand me.”

The pulled face suddenly smiled, and the ugliness and the smile made it even more eye-catching.

Master Ji opened his mouth and said: "Brother Lai, you are too worried. The old marshal is willing to see me, which is already Zhichang's luck. Treating me like a nephew is something Zhichang has never dreamed of in his life. How can he be angry about it?"

Rifu took a breath and cleared the door barrier slightly.

Why does Ji Zhichang need someone? Everyone in the powerful families near the imperial capital knows that. The chief deputy envoy of Heibingtai, the top leader on the surface, is also the strongest person on the surface of Heibingtai. Of course, everyone knows Ji Zhichang's background.

There should be more mysterious existences, but that doesn't stop the world from always being afraid of Ji Zhi.

Ten years ago, Ji Zhichang was ordered to eradicate the spies from the Western countries in the imperial capital. On that rainy night, blood filled a street in a remote part of the imperial capital. The entire imperial capital trembled, and they did not understand how Ji Zhichang eliminated the spies in the imperial capital.

All the spies were driven to that street. They didn't know how Ji Zhichang killed those spies from various countries who had practiced cultivation, but they all realized the cruelty and ruthlessness of the deputy envoy of Heibingtai, who was known as the evil wolf in the imperial capital.

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The ugly face was enough to frighten the world, and the slight smile on his face after the cruel killing made countless people frightened. Some people rumored that in order to secure the title of deputy envoy of Black Ice Platform, Ji Zhichang made himself known to the world.

He was so timid that he deliberately cut his cheek with a dagger collected by the destroyed Yue royal family in the south, and then applied special medicinal materials to create his breathtaking appearance.

Ji Zhichang responded respectfully, turned around and said solemnly: "Go and check..."

Just two words made Lai Fu's heart tremble with fear.

Others don't know, but he understands how much blood Jinyang City will face and how many people will die under these two words.

"Brother, please take me to meet the old marshal." Ji Zhichang regained his gentleness and covered his frightened face, only revealing his eyes that could not see his intentions clearly. His eyes were very clear, just like those who are studying.

Your noble master has no sophisticated thinking. At the same time, his eyes are very sharp. When he stares at someone, he seems to be able to see through that person's thoughts, all of which are stored in his own mind, and he can discover secrets that are difficult for others to detect.

Rifu's palms were sweaty and he turned slightly sideways: "Master Ji, please come inside!"

Ji Zhichang did not stick to etiquette and walked into the courtyard with a smile in his eyes.

...

The black ice platform in plain clothes is mysterious in the eyes of some people, and scary in the eyes of others.

When they first arrived in Jinyang, some people were trembling, some were afraid, and some were dismissive, thinking that their reputation was in vain. When the group of people armed with swords rushed into the courtyards and slaughtered wantonly, those dismissive people discovered that life is so precious.

The ice platform turned out to be so scary, and I turned out to be so timid. But it was too late. Not being afraid of swords and axes was a false statement from the sages in ancient books. No one in the world is not afraid of death.

The storm is coming!

Lin Yi was shocked that Hei Bingtai's methods were so arrogant, and he carried out unscrupulous killings without any investigation.

For the first time, he began to worry about his enemies.

According to this approach, those black hands will definitely not be willing to face the unreasonable Black Ice Platform. Perhaps they will also smell the more powerful mystery in this method, the loss of timidity and authority, the fear of the cruelty of the method, and things may not be easy by chance.

be noticed.

Therefore, they chose to turn against each other.

The vast manor that has been entrenched in Jinyang and even Hebei Province for hundreds of years has never made the slightest sound of resistance.

Letting the woman cry, it still failed to melt and warm the cold hearts.

Some people sigh helplessly, some people take it for granted, and some people are quietly abandoned.

On a stormy night, Ji Zhichang stood in front of the window of the inn prepared for him by the supervisors of Hebei Province, looking at the sparse stars in the night sky. From time to time, dark clouds came and went in front of the bright moon, blocking the moonlight from shining on the earth. There was a faint light in the air.

The wetness and the smell of blood made people frown. He had smelled the smell of blood for many years, but he had never seen the smell of blood in Jinyang so disgusting.

Even he, a murderous executioner, would feel uncomfortable.

"Sir, do you need to send someone?"

Ji Zhichang pondered for a few seconds and lowered his voice, which was unusually hoarse: "I have violated His Majesty's will. Now do you want to send me to death directly?"

"Subordinate... I don't dare!"

Ji Zhichang snorted coldly: "I forgive you for not daring. Go and prepare for the next thing."

When people left, Ji Zhichang no longer felt as comfortable as usual, nor did he have the confidence to strategize.

"The government has adopted barbaric measures. What should the Northern Army, who had foresight, do?"

The marshal of the Northern Army went to the Yuguan border to patrol the border, which gave Ji Zhichang a headache. If the marshal was in Jinyang City, he should see the marshal tonight and have a long talk that does not involve romance. But Yuguan

On the border, the city in front of the dangerous Tianmen area is where the Northern Army is stationed. The news of Jinyang has already spread. According to the relationship between Heibingtai and the military headquarters, the marshal will definitely not return to Jinyang at this time.

Once he goes, can he come back alive?

If the general is not affected by your fate, no one will feel sorry for the subordinates of Black Ice Platform such as Ji Zhichang. Thinking of these relationships, I become too anxious, which intensifies the old pain on my face and makes my eyes slump.

The eyes were wrinkled, forming triangular eyes like snakes and scorpions, and looked cold. The cheeks under the black mask were even more twisted, and the sound of teeth clashing could be heard in the silent night.
Chapter completed!