On a rainy night, a fire suddenly broke out in Kyoto, and a three-story attic was burned to ashes.
The fire soared into the sky and, along with the torrential rain, lit up the sky and the chilling scene downstairs.
Many men in black died here, many scholars died, and a golden plaque from the Hanlin Academy can be vaguely seen in the fire.
The blood mixed with ashes from the fire and was washed away by the rain, filling the air with a stench.
The fighting in the courtyard has not ended yet. The scene is very chaotic. People in black are all fighting in the melee, but some are wearing masks and some are wearing face scarves.
Apart from the battle, in another attic in the same courtyard, a graceful veiled woman with a gauze veil was sitting at the window, pouring tea and drinking herself. Her hazy face under the veil seemed to be smiling. In an instant, the wind was filled with all kinds of charms.
At the same window, another woman in black clothes stood with her hands behind her hands, her hair neatly tied up, her face unobstructed, and she looked especially resolute under the firelight nearby.
At this moment, her bright eyes reflected the light of the fire in the sky and the solemn killing downstairs. After a moment, she showed the dagger in her left hand.
"A bunch of mad dogs! I am willing to help His Highness clean up."
This woman is not a nobody, she is a big shot who can stir up the world. She was there on Xiantao Mountain back then.
A short sword, a long sword, the famous Yin and Yang in the world - Jian Ruo.
If a person who understands the major events in the world finds the Yin Yang Jue of the Seven Jue Sect here, he will definitely feel very strange.
Because Yin Yang Jue Jianruo disappeared without a trace after the battle at Xiantao Mountain, many people thought she was dead. They never thought that on such a chilling night, she would become a spectator and watch the battle leisurely in a small building.
After looking at the small building for a long time, the relatively young grandmaster seemed to have itchy hands and was a little impatient, and was ready to personally clean out the group of horse-faced ants below.
When she was about to take action, the masked woman sitting next to her poured a cup of tea and pushed it over: "How can you kill a chicken with a knife?"
"Could it be that His Highness just watched his own people being killed by such a group of mad dogs?"
"Death is inevitable. Besides, the situation below is still unclear as to who will kill whom."
As he said that, the woman he met clapped his hands, and several people immediately came in from outside the house. One of them was Lu Zhi, the left envoy of the Haotian League who had previously beaten Xiao Shan in Huajie.
The masked woman said softly: "These are all well-known masters when they were in the martial arts world. Now, these thieves who set fire to us should be asked to help clean them up."
The few people behind him left in a deep voice, and soon arrived in the middle of the battle.
Obviously, these people are all good players in the world. As soon as they joined the battle below, several horse-faced men were killed.
The masked woman continued to look down and took a sip of tea: "Don't worry, His Highness will not let these mad dogs bite people. It's just a few insignificant guys. Now he's setting the fire on the Hanlin Academy."
, then they will naturally have to pay some price."
Not far from the backyard of the Hanlin Academy, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar suddenly rushed out of the sea of fire and ran towards the long dark street in the heavy rain.
He was in a mess, his face was covered with dust, his hair was fluffy, and many places were charred.
As he ran, he looked back, his horrified expression full of desire to live.
After walking a few steps, he fell into the rain, then stood up again and continued running desperately.
He didn't know what kind of evil spirits and beasts were hidden in the darkness, which made him dare not stop at all. Although he was dressed as a scribe, he had long lost the character and integrity that the scribes said.
He ran until he reached the end of the long street, outside the courtyard of an inconspicuous little house, and kept knocking on the door of an unnamed house.
Soon, the door of the mansion opened, and a well-dressed young child rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "Who..."
As soon as he said a word, the scribe outside had already opened the door and rushed into the courtyard.
The child was startled and had no time to close the door. He chased after the scribe and kept shouting: "Who are you?! If you don't tell me, I will call someone."
The scribe ignored him at all and rushed into the rainy field inside the courtyard.
The child didn't want to get caught in the rain, so he stopped under the corridor in the courtyard and ran around the corridor towards the main hall.
It was getting late, and everyone else had already gone to bed, but this one with no name still had the lights on, and there was still a faint smell of incense coming from the living room.
The scribe rushed directly to the door, smashed the door crazily, but did not push it open. In desperation, he knelt at the door and shouted: "Teacher, save me! Teacher, save me!"
At this time, the little Taoist boy took a long way to catch up, taking with him three or five servants who had gotten up.
The servants were about to fight, and the little Taoist boy gasped and said, "Who are you? You have disturbed my master!"
The scribe took a deep breath
He tried to calm down and replied: "I am Liu Ran, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, and I am your master's disciple."
"My master has too many students, get out quickly!" said the little Taoist boy, and backed away, signaling for the servants to take action.
"There are many students, but I am the only disciple!" Liu Ran shouted excitedly.
At this time, an old voice came from inside the house: "Let him come in."
Liu Ran didn't wait for the others to react, stood up directly, bumped hard, and crashed into the house.
The room is all dressed up in Taoist costumes. There is an old man kneeling on a futon in the middle, with only his back. Inside is an altar with incense burning, but there are no Taoist portraits or statues behind the altar.
Liu Ran knelt down and kept kowtowing: "Teacher, save me, teacher, save me..."
"Your teacher is just a useless person in his dying years. He can't give you power or position, so how can he save your life?"
"Teacher, I finally know what the Metropolitan Procuratorate is. You are from the Metropolitan Procuratorate. As long as you speak for the students, the Metropolitan Procuratorate will definitely let the disciple go!"
The old man didn't look back, picked up something dark from the altar in front, and put it on his face.
Then Guai slowly turned around.
As the old man slowly turned around, Liu Ran's pupils were gradually shrinking. When he saw a gloomy sheep-head mask on the face of this incalculably old man, he actually felt a trace of unspeakable fear in his heart.
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boom!
There was a sudden thunder, and the lightning instantly illuminated the sheep-head mask that he should be familiar with, but Liu Ran was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.
He still remembers that when he was studying with his teacher, this humble sheep-head mask was still the plaything in Liu Ran's hand, and his teacher was just a rotten old guy with no ability.
Liu Ran studied with him for ten years, thinking that relying on the teacher's connections in the capital would help him overcome obstacles in his official career.
As a result, his teacher didn't help him at all.
At first Liu Ran thought it was because the teacher was unwilling to help him, but later he found out that he, the teacher, couldn't help him at all!
What is the Procuratorate? What is the State Education Department? What is the Chief of Staff?
They are all names given to themselves!
When I asked around among the young dignitaries in the capital, I had never heard of him at all.