One hundred and sixty ninth wind blows, dust falls
The recent situation in Qingyang County is very strange.
In the middle of the county city, the important branch of the Blood Cloud Sect and the Jinyan Sect were washed away by blood.
Even the subordinate forces were wiped out.
But ten days have passed, and the two expected counterattacks and bloody and cruel wars have not happened.
The calmness of Qingyang City was extraordinary, and it was so quiet that no one could have imagined.
There will be evil when something abnormal happens, but no one can understand the inside story.
The Blood Cloud Sect and the Jinyan Sect each died of an elder in Xuanwu Realm, and the deaths were still unknown.
Before finding out the whole story, how dare you touch Mingguang Pavilion and Lin Yun?
If Mingguang Pavilion did not touch them, he would have burned incense and worshipped Buddha.
But no matter what, the deeds about Lin Yun have spread throughout Qingyang County over the past ten days.
Everyone knows it, everyone knows it.
Many people are speculating which one would he choose from the four major transcendent sects and Qin Tian Academy.
With Lin Yun's talent and age, it is obvious that it is impossible for him to stay in Qingyang County for a long time.
Such a master, his stage, will surely be the entire Qin Dynasty.
The little Qingyang County can't hold him back.
At this moment, outside Qingyang City, the two of them were standing on the avenue.
The horse is a blood dragon horse. In the past ten days, its injuries have been fully recovered. The aura on its body has become even more terrifying and has reached the amazing realm of the six orifices.
People are naturally Lin Yun and Ming Ye.
"Brother Lin, that's it. Go to the imperial capital and take care of yourself all the way."
Mingye stopped and was not seeing each other off, but his eyes were complicated and his face was solemn.
No one knows Lin Yun’s choice, but he already knows it in advance.
I just couldn't figure out why Lin Yun made such an unexpected choice.
"Thank you, Brother Ming, for sending you off."
The four transcendent sects of the Great Qin Empire, plus the Qintian Academy, recruit people in the imperial capital every winter.
The empire has more than 100 counties, known as the country of 100 counties, and is located in Qingyang County on the border. It is deep in it, not to mention the slightest sea, but it is nothing.
This place is too chaotic and not suitable for family management. They are all outlaws.
Unlike other counties, there are at least a thousand years of family existence. As a clan, it is only at least a thousand years that dare to talk about the foundation.
If it is less than a thousand years old, it can only be considered a poor family and cannot be called a clan.
As for the four major clans in the Qin Empire, Zhou, Wang, Lin and Li, not to mention, they are all wealthy families and play an important role in the empire.
status.
Among the hundreds of counties, there are countless talents and many leaders. It is like the stars in the sky, looking at the flowers.
Qintian County, where the imperial capital is located, is a place where stars gather and clans are numerous.
The Qin Empire could set up the capital here, so it was naturally the focus of Feng Shui and spiritual energy.
Not only the Great Qin Empire, but also the mountain gates of the four transcendent sects, they also occupy four Feng Shui treasure lands in Qintian County.
The land of a county was almost filled with the top forces and wealthy families of the Qin Empire.
Everyone knows that the imperial capital gathers the fortune of the entire Qin Empire. The closer it is, the more prosperous the fortune will naturally become.
The competition is fierce, you can imagine.
Any force that can gain a foothold in Qintian County should not be underestimated. Any talented person who wants to be famous in Qintian County must make a name for himself.
Every winter month, it is the most lively time in the imperial capital.
The leaders from all counties of the Great Qin Empire will be like crucian carp crossing the river, riding the wind and waves, and rushing to the imperial capital.
Even if you can't enter the four major sects and Qintian Academy, it's very good to have a foothold in Qintian County.
"I have already told you about the situation in the imperial capital, so I won't say much. But Lin Yun, I'm still very surprised, why did you choose to go to Lingxiao Jian Pavilion?"
Mingye couldn't help but ask.
Why?
With Bai Lixuan's position in Lingxiao Jian Pavilion, he is at the peak of his life, and he is not seeking death.
Lin Yun whispered: "Ten days ago, I thought of a word."
"What's the matter?"
"If you have the heart of a tiger, you can smell the fragrance of flowers no matter where you are."
Mingye's heart moved and raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, since you can smell the fragrance of flowers everywhere, why not go to Xuantian Sect?"
Lin Yun said lightly: "Yes, you can smell the fragrance of flowers everywhere. Have you ever seen a tiger claiming to be king among monkeys? You can smell the fragrance of flowers first with the heart of a tiger. My horse is the crazyest
Blood Dragon Horse, my sword is the proudest sword, my heart is naturally the heart of a tiger!"
Mingye paused and went to Xuantian Sect, so he could naturally smell the fragrance of flowers.
Kexin...is it still a tiger's heart?
No, unless Lin Yun gives up the swordsmanship, he only has one place to go if he wants to become a tiger.
Lingxiao Jiange, in addition to this, they are all cowardly choices.
A person can die, and a sword can be broken, but he cannot retreat to the heart of the sword.
Suddenly, Mingye laughed: "I understand. If you have the heart of a fierce tiger, why should you be afraid of swords, mountains, fires, and flames and winds? Since that's the case, what can you do to Lingxiao Jian Pavilion?"
It's a dragon, not a worm,
It's a tiger or not a monkey.
If you are determined to become a tiger, you will naturally drink the strongest wine, kill the person you hate the most, and smell the most beautiful fragrance of flowers!
Lin Yun smiled and said, "Brother Ming, understand me. Half a year ago, someone gave me a gift. I thought that no one could understand this road and didn't dare to give it to me. I didn't expect that after half a year, there would be Brother Ming like this.
friend.”
Half a year ago, he left Qingyun Sect and the young master Bai Yufan sent him.
Half a year later, he experienced life and death in Qingyang County and grew up to the five innate orifices.
In half a year, in a flash of fingers, the seemingly unattainable threshold of the four major sects, the four innate orifices.
Now, he not only achieved, but even surpassed his knowledge.
At the age of sixteen, reaching this level of cultivation is nothing to look at the entire Qin Empire.
But if we want to calculate, the Zi Yuan Sword Technique he practiced would be incomparable.
In half a year, most of them walked alone.
Before leaving, it is a great thing to be able to see someone off.
"Thank you, it's just that this parting, I don't know when I will meet again."
Mingye smiled bitterly. He was of the same cultivation as Lin Yun, but he was three years old.
The four major sects are extremely strict in recruiting people. They will not be taken in after less than seventeen years of age.
Even if you force yourself to stay in the imperial capital, you will be nothing more than everyone else.
This farewell is a perfect ending.
"Take care of yourself."
Lin Yun patted the other party and said in a deep voice that Mingye would dominate Qingyang County next. He wanted to wipe out the Blood Cloud Sect and the Jinyan Sect. The danger was no less than Lin Yun's journey to Lingxiao Jian Pavilion.
"Bon Voyage."
As he turned over the horse, Lin Yun clamped his legs, the Blood Dragon Horse rode his horse on the avenue and ran wildly.
The blood dragon was about to blow, and the breeze blew, and Lin Yun had black hair, rippling with the wind, and many past events came to his heart.
This was his second farewell, many people and many things were buried in the flying dust.
He will forget more people and more things.
But some people will always remain in the depths of his memory and cannot be forgotten. Mr. Hong’s hatred and Su Ziyao’s love will gather in the sects, and the imperial capital with many wealthy families is writing unfinished stories.
There will be past events, buried in the dust, and there will be cause and effect, moving forward all the way.
The imperial capital is a door, a gate that truly leads him to the world of martial arts, with golden swords and iron horses, passionate and passionate, conspiracies, right and wrong grievances.
Under Mingye's eyes, Lin Yun carried a sword box on his back, walking along the way, with the wind rising and the dust falling.
As the rise and fall, it gradually drifts away until it disappears from the end of the field of vision.