Destiny is sinking in the long river of time, and the cold wind is messy under the erosion of the rain. I don’t know whether fate has already arranged it or the cold wind cannot be soaked by the rain. All of this will eventually disappear. Is the dark night the end of the day or the end of the day?
No one knows the starting point, and no one cares about it.
In the new year, only two or three days have passed, and the prosperous and vast Misty Rain Jiangnan Kingdom has begun to have its dream-like hazy scenery. The rain enveloped this ancient and luxurious imperial capital, and a layer of white mist enveloped it.
A layer of drizzle, the crystal raindrops turned into thin threads of lovesickness, gradually spread out, forming a densely woven rain silk love network.
In the mist and rain, the mist curls up, and a lonely figure stands on the mountainous Yanziji. There is a bit of a chilling atmosphere in the handsome face. The densely woven raindrops fall from the sky, everywhere.
A moist aroma mixed with earth rolled up.
Wearing a blue shirt, his body is as straight as a sword waiting to be unsheathed. He is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, with a face that shows maturity and tenacity that is inconsistent with his age. On his back is a black iron-like sword.
The long sword has no edge or edge, but it carries a strange aura, a faint blood evil aura emanating from the edgeless iron sword.
Ye Yinfeng looked at the rolling water of the Yangtze River under the cliff. At this time, the Yangtze River was full of blue waves, and the rolling blue waves like pearl flowers were rippling away. From time to time, there were roaring torrents hitting the river.
On the cliff, there are endless roaring sounds. It is like a natural moat-like Yanziji, and it is the most dangerous place in Jinling Xiongguan, but this is the first rocky rock on the Yangtze River.
Staring at the river, his heart was raging. Xiahou Changgeng was no longer around him, and he also knew the person he was going to fight with. He did not expect that the person he was competing with was the Jingzhao Mansion.
Chang Batou, he also learned that Chang Batou's real name was Huangfu Wuming, and he came from the Huangfu family.
What surprised him even more was that Mr. Qian, who was known as the richest man in the world, was actually the mastermind behind the scenes. Everything seemed to be settled, but he knew that it had just begun. If he really wanted to recognize his strength, he was far from that.
Huangfu had no life to rival him, but the firm look in his opponent's eyes made him see that there were still some people in this world who were sticking to their responsibilities.
Without any warning or any chance, after Ye Yinfeng took the ninth sword struck by Huangfu Wuming, he knew that he had lost because he relied too much on the sword in his hand. He had been
He could only resist passively, but had no chance to make any moves. No matter how many sword manuals he had practiced, he could not execute a single sword move. And Huangfu Wuming's sword skills were just like his name.
The blow of his life came fiercely, and an aura that was like no one else, suppressed Ye Ta in one fell swoop.
Even though he possesses Taoist's peerless internal skills, even though he has practiced the famous swordsmanship of the best swordsman in the world, or even though he has the last move to save his life, there is no chance for him to take action.
He didn't even have a chance to draw out the sword of Zhengu that was given to him by the beautiful woman on his waist. The other party just kept pressing like a rainbow, like a rainbow piercing the sun. This was not just a disparity in strength, but also a
Such a disparity in momentum, this battle taught Ye Yinfeng a lot and made him understand a lot.
The martial arts cultivators in the world are so vast. Without a tenacious and fearless heart, even if they have peerless magic weapons in their hands, it will be in vain. What kind of momentum is that.
The noisy roaring, the silent drizzle, all entered his heart, and he stood like a sculpture on the top of the Yanziji Peak, with the cliff at his feet. But behind him,
They were messy footsteps and traces of being violently scratched by the sword energy.
He knew that he was going to lose. He was not the only loser. He also had to hand over Xiahou Changgeng to his uncle Qian. The imperial seal was not only the key to the unification of the world's destiny, but also had a hidden secret.
He just had a feeling that the richest man in the world was not interested in this dragon chair, so he must have other plans. Apart from the 'Jade of Apocalypse', Ye Yinfeng could not think of anything else that would make an uncrowned king excited. Immortality is not just
The hearts of the royal family are very excited, but the same is true for ordinary people.
Ye Yinfeng had to admit that Huangfu Wuming was gambling with his own life. He knew that the other party deliberately left that flaw to him. At the moment when Huangfu Wuming fell into the cliff, he saw the other party's calmness.
With a fearless face, he also saw a strange sense of trust in the other person's eyes. Some people, who have been together all their lives, cannot understand each other's eyes or gestures, while some people, even if they don't know each other, can.
Read the meaning in each other's eyes.
Ye Yinfeng and Huangfu Wuming were the latter. It was a kind of look between heroes. When Huangfu Wuming's last look was fixed in his mind, Huangfu Wuming's body was already off the edge of the cliff.
.His body fell towards the rolling Yangtze River like a shooting star.
If you can let go of everything with a sigh, there won't be so many regrets in this world. To Ye Yinfeng's surprise, Xiahou Changgeng suddenly knelt down in front of Ye Yinfeng, and then kowtowed three times. He also jumped up
Jump, and follow Huangfu's lifeless body to fall down the cliff. Soon, the two figures were submerged by the roaring waves of the river. There were reefs under the cliff, and whirlpools were everywhere. Even if they were extremely aquatic,
High, if you jump from such a high place, you may not be able to survive.
For some reason, Ye Yinfeng hopes that they will live and fulfill their mission to the end, even if they die, he will not be afraid of it. This kind of person deserves his admiration, and this kind of person deserves the admiration of the world's heroes.
Ye Yinfeng was not the only one who sighed. There was also a figure that Ye Yinfeng ignored. The middle-aged man with a face that was not necessarily fair and red was sighing.
Uncle Qian looked up to the sky, as if the raindrops falling in the sky became gold and silver treasures in his eyes, or maybe it was something else. Then, he turned and left without even looking at the piles of foam-like river water under the cliff.
His pace was very slow, but it gave people a strange feeling. He seemed to be the master of life and death. For some reason, such an idea suddenly flashed in Ye Yinfeng's mind. But his mind had already
He was already attracted by the man who fell off the cliff. The thoughts that flashed in his mind were just fleeting, and he didn't pay attention again.
The drizzle was continuous and could not wash away all the worries in the world. Ye Yinfeng's heart was filled with thick drizzle. He didn't know that his fists were tightly clenched and his sharp nails were already digging into it.
In the palm of his hand was that 'Jade of Apocalypse'. He didn't know how many people that thing was going to kill, but he was so pale and powerless, and he didn't have any clue yet.
The rain is like silk, the sorrow is like catkins, and it keeps breaking, the wind is strong, the water is rippled, the roaring figure of the Yangtze River water rolling down is like a giant dragon, impacting, not only Ye Yinfeng's heart is shocked, but also Ye Yinfeng's heart is shocked.
There were those three tiny cyclones in his Dantian. His whole body moved, thinking about rain, silk rain, weaving rain, and all the lingering thoughts about rain poured into his mind.
At this moment, Ye Yinfeng's clear eyes seemed to have discovered some new continent. A cold light flashed, and a golden halo suddenly appeared in his hands. And the aura on his body suddenly rose, hissing, thinning.
The raindrops were suddenly divided and broken into several pieces. It turns out that the rain can be divided.
No one knows what happened to Ling Tianyun on the night of New Year's Eve. People in Zhao's mansion rushed out like crazy, but no one could find him. No one knew that Alai's return had injected a stimulant into Feiqiao Camp.
Like this, the dead Feiqiao camp has a little life.
However, it took several days for Zhao Kuangyin to know all this. He had just come out of the palace, and the good news he had just received from the palace rushed out of the palace gate. When he arrived at his residence, he
He knew what happened. But the people he sent out all returned without success. People kept returning, but there was no news. This made Zhao Kuangyin very worried. In addition to the disappearance of Ling Tianyun, there was also the cold and unparalleled Dugu.
Aoxue also disappeared.
The Flying Bird Battalion also received Zhao Kuangyin's order to find Ling Tianyun and Dugu Aoxue at all costs. Lao Li's death became a thing of the past, and the Flying Bird Battalion had a new mission. Although the members of the Flying Bird Battalion were aggrieved by this,
But Alai takes the lead and puts righteousness first, and their commander is their highest peak.
Alai breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense heart began to relax. He did not expect that so many things would happen during this period. Fortunately, so many things happened, and everyone's attention was diverted. For Lao
For Li's death, he only felt a little bit guilty, but more importantly, he still had that familiar and familiar face. Following Zhao Kuangyin's instructions, he led the members of the Flying Bird Battalion and almost found him.
He searched all over the imperial capital. Of course, except for those powerful and powerful families, he did not dare to search. He also tried every means he could to find restaurants, brothels, and underground markets, but he still couldn't find it.
Contrary to the Southern Tang Dynasty, a country in the south of the Yangtze River, the weather has been clear and clear after the New Year's Day, and there is a happy and peaceful atmosphere everywhere. Day after day, in a blink of an eye, the New Year has passed for more than ten days.
One day was the Lantern Festival. Ling Tianyun and Dugu Aoxue still didn't show up. Zhao Kuangyin's face, which was originally like a red date, now looked even redder, almost turning black.
The Lantern Festival arrived as promised. At night, Bianliang, the imperial capital, was brightly lit. The curfew was canceled that night, and those celebrating could play all night with confidence and boldness. The streets were crowded with people, and a lively scene emerged spontaneously.
This year's Lantern Festival is the most lively, and the imperial capital Bianliang is more prosperous than in previous years.
And all this is due to the credit of one person, this is the Emperor Guo Wei of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
With the arrival of the New Year, the long-term illness of the Zhou Emperor improved, and he promulgated a series of tax reduction and amnesty policies on the first day of the new year. At the same time, he changed the name of the year to the first year of Xiande and issued a general amnesty to the world. On the fifth day of the lunar month, Jin Dynasty
Wang Chai Rong was appointed as an official and a minister, and was in charge of military affairs inside and outside the capital. At this time, Chai Rong's position as prince began to truly stabilize, and he began to monopolize the military power of the imperial army. At this time, he was acting for his father in the palace.
Listen to politics.
Members of the Flying Bird Battalion mingled among the crowd. On this day, in addition to the officials and the people celebrating together, they also had to pay attention to those enemy spies who had sneaked into the imperial capital. After half a month of searching, Ling Tianyun and Dugu Aoxue had disappeared. Zhao Kuangyin
He also began to give up the search. He was worried about Ling Tianyun's safety, but he had no worries about Dugu Aoxue, because there was an elusive master behind Dugu Aoxue who was secretly protecting him.
The moon is as round as a disk, and the bright moonlight glows with a youthful glow like a girl. Just like this empire, it is rising slowly and taking its glorious steps towards unifying the world.
Then, no one noticed that in the dark corners of this bustling and luxurious imperial capital, there were pairs of ferocious faces distorted. Some of them were vendors, some were hotel clerks, some were
The beggar squatting in the corner. No one noticed all this. The people of the imperial capital were impressed by the majestic appearance of the imperial capital and fascinated by the brightly lit night scene. Their faces were filled with joy.
A smile and a long, comfortable breath.
And all of this has nothing to do with Ling Tianyun, because he is holding a booklet in his hand. It is a sword manual given to him by Zhang Xiaofeng, the famous sword technique of the 'Sword Saint' Feng Lian Dao "Cut the Water with the Knife"
Ling Tianyun's injuries have almost healed. He was only in coma for a day or two, but that book of swordsmanship made him forget everything. Dugu Aoxue and Tan Tianya stayed in this courtyard like a small family of girls and never left the house.
However, all this did not last long, and a sudden change finally broke it all.