The spring rain surged down like a cold wave, and the imperial capital was shrouded in a curtain of rain. Many streets had already merged into streams. The raindrops fell and rolled up wisps of white vapor like light mist, making the spring cold dripping.
Suddenly, a layer of white mist surrounded Alai. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the cold and cold fists of Shen Xiong hit Ning Bugui's back hard. However, before he could wait for him
With a look of joy on his face, his hammer-like fists seemed to hit a ball of soft cotton, while the energy burst out from his fists was like mud sinking into the sea. He secretly cried out in silence.
Wonderful, Alai stepped on the splashing water again. He turned around and wanted to retreat.
At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he saw the extremely delicate long knife raised from bottom to top, and struck hard towards his chest. Feeling that
Alai's heart was shaken by the strong energy that ripped through his butt. He didn't expect this middle-aged man to have such deep internal strength.
Fortunately, Da Liu dwarfed his body and swung a bunch of knives towards the middle-aged man like a needle shooting wildly. The woman in the purple skirt holding a gorgeous flower umbrella like Su had a cold sword in her right hand.
The soul-like long sword was already shooting toward the middle-aged man like a rainbow piercing the sun.
Ning Bugui's eyes flashed, and he could only draw his sword and turn around, the sword light burst out, and he swung it towards the sword. There were two more sharp and harsh metal strikes, and Ning Bugui struck the two swords wildly.
The incoming killing move was blocked, but Alai behind him had a dark expression, changed his fists to palms, and suddenly shot out into the falling rain.
"Swish, swish, swish", the drizzle turned into wisps of mist under the wind of the palm, causing a chill to hit Ning Bugui's back, and the swords in front of him attacked again.
Come. He couldn't help but feel fear in his heart. The accumulated water that had formed a stream scattered under his feet, and the flying water droplets were scattered all over his body.
"Hiss", Ning Bugui heard the sound of tearing clothes, and then there was a huge pain on his back vest, like a burning sensation. His heart trembled even more, Ning Bugui couldn't bear it
With a swing of the knife, the drizzle flying and falling around him was cut open into a blank space. However, his body swayed before he could make a move. His chest felt like needles, making his heart feel like it was being pulled.
As soon as he started, the pain in his chest spread out and went straight to his head.
His body paused, but his feet were moving quickly with strange steps. The long sword came again with a sword light that was ten thousand times colder than the spring cold. Ning Bugui's face changed at this time.
He turned pale. He ran away, rolled on the wet street, and immediately dodged the coordinated killing moves of the three people, but at this time, he no longer had the same freedom and calmness as before.
His body was covered with rain, and there were bloodstains on his chest that looked like blooming peach blossoms. His wet hair was flowing down his forehead, and he was extremely embarrassed.
He dodged the attacks of the three people, his unwillingness to return undisguised in his eyes. He rubbed his legs on the street, and his body was like a leaping leopard, with a few dodges and jumps, and soon
It disappeared into the vast spring rain. The bright and dazzling blood stains on the street were also washed away by the rain.
Three figures stood quietly on the street under the spring rain. They did not chase the embarrassed figure. They stood on the street for several breaths without talking. Only the solemn eyes of the three people could be seen. I can see how thrilling this time was. There was no expression in the beautiful eyes of the woman in the purple skirt holding the flower umbrella, and the ancient well water was not rippled on her delicate and perfect cheeks. It was just her purple skirt. A few drops of rainwater drifted in, like bright purple flowers, blooming on her flowing skirt.
The drizzle was silent, with only the vast curtain of rain, and strips of rainwater flowing down from the edge of the flower umbrella, like glass-like water columns. The woman in the purple skirt in the umbrella, holding a long sword in her hand, exuded a heroic aura. She was born spontaneously. She was like a fairy in an umbrella, with a pair of shining red phoenix eyes under her not-so-soft eyebrows.
In the misty rain curtain, a figure as strong as a mountain slowly appeared. Alai and Da Liu ignored the rain pouring on themselves, but looked at the figure that penetrated the rain curtain. Gradually, Alai and Da Liu ignored the rain pouring on them. , a dark face and a thick body appeared in front of them, and that person suddenly turned out to be Lao Li.
Master Feng stood tall in the stone pavilion. He looked up and looked at the vast spring rain, as if he wanted to see something from the vast spring rain. However, the rain was still the same rain, with the same traces of emotion. It was extremely chilly. Streams of water like streams poured down from the corner eaves of the stone pavilion, falling on the solid stone ground, and then several drops of water dropped from the solid stone ground. It bounced up and then fell down again unwillingly, forming other water droplets that gathered together and slowly flowed towards the low-lying areas.
"Oh, everything goes according to the will of heaven. I didn't expect this day to come so quickly. That's all, that's all." The old face had a strong body, but at this time, there was a bit of fatigue in the old face, That strong body also began to show some rickets, Taishi Feng murmured to himself.
"After all calculations, it's better to forget about Ye and Ling's family. Is it God's will? Guo Wei, Guo Wei, what else have you hidden? Did you bring all of this into the mausoleum? This old man has a handful You are an old man, do you still have to go to your mausoleum?"
There was a flash of doubt in Taishi Feng's eyes, and his gaze seemed to pass through the vast rain curtain and fall on the palace. He wanted to see what he wanted from the palace. Although the drizzle was like silk, the fabric was The rain curtain of the big net isolated people, and no one could penetrate the rain curtain and see the entire imperial capital thoroughly. Even though Grand Master Feng had stayed in the imperial capital for decades, he still could not see through this ancient city.
There was a sound of slight footsteps, and then a staggering figure stepped into the stone pavilion.
With a sound of "Wow", Ning Bugui was soaked all over, and rushed into the stone pavilion with the astonishing cold air. As soon as he entered the stone pavilion, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood mist. Several flowers suddenly flashed on the white marble floor. The gorgeous blood flowers are even more gorgeous than the peach blossoms that flourish in March.
"Old Li, Alai, and Da Liu should have thought of it a long time ago. I didn't expect that the three inspectors of the dignified temple would silently lurk in the capital, and they stayed there for more than ten years. They even deceived me. I passed by, but I didn’t expect that I have been hunting eagles all year round, but today I was pecked in the eye by an eagle.”
The fatigue on Taishi Feng's face seemed to be getting thicker, and his rickety body seemed to be stooping lower. His piercing eyes could no longer find the original brilliance, only the appearance of an ordinary old man.
With cloudy eyes, he looked at the slumped Ning Bugui with pity, the Ning Bugui whose face was as golden as paper, and the extremely delicate long sword that would never leave his body. He waved his hand, Ning Bugui
Without any more words, Gui walked out of the stone pavilion silently, his steps staggering slightly.
The rain was still falling, and the four figures in the street plus a gorgeous flower umbrella made the atmosphere look particularly strange.
"It's confirmed, it's Feng Dao." A deep voice sounded, it was Lao Li who appeared last. And his tiger eyes showed an extremely determined light, and he glanced at the other three people. His open chest
, letting the rain fall down, his hair was already so wet that it looked like it was woven into millions of streams.
"As long as you're sure, let's go back to the temple." Alai looked at Lao Li who was stabbed to death by him, but he was not surprised or showed any expression. Da Liu, who looked a little pale, was
They nodded in agreement. The three men turned their attention to the woman in purple dress holding a flower umbrella, waiting for her decision.
"You guys should go back first. There are still some things to deal with in Yanyu Pavilion. But I suggest you go back in a few days. There should be some interesting things happening in the capital in the past few days." The beautiful eyes of the woman in the purple skirt showed a brilliant look.
Glossy, smooth words like a warbler spit out between her white teeth.
The four figures dispersed again and gradually disappeared into the rain curtain.
Ling Tianyun returned to the courtyard where Feng Xiaochan was recuperating. He did not return to Zhao Mansion, but came back here alone in Zhao Mansion's carriage. After standing for most of the day, he was already exhausted and stood motionless.
However, facing the enemies of the Supreme Realm would still cause him unbearable pain. Fortunately, the meeting between the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty and the envoys from various countries went smoothly, and nothing unpleasant happened in the process.
In the courtyard, in addition to the people he was familiar with, there were some more people. It seemed that the courtyard had become a temporary residence for these people. Fortunately, although the courtyard was not big, there were still many rooms, and it was relatively quiet and peaceful.
No one came to bother him. Among them was a little fat Taoist priest who caught his attention. The little Taoist priest was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he had extraordinary cultivation. His cultivation was at a level that even he could not see through. And he
He also knew that the fat little Taoist priest was the senior brother of Ye Yinfeng, the young man in blue, which surprised him very much.
Ye Yinfeng had an inexplicable affection for Ling Tianyun. They were like close friends who had known each other for a long time, and they both liked each other at the same time. But they knew that they had never met, so they couldn't explain why they had such a feeling.
When he heard Ye Yinfeng's experience in the restaurant, Ling Tianyun's heart was moved. He did not expect that Yelu Zongheng and Wanyan Zhantian would come to the imperial capital so arrogantly, and a bad premonition flashed in his heart.
The older generation has their words, the friendship between Feng Lian Dao and Zhang Xiaofeng is also very comparable, and there is also the Master Shadow who is known as the best thief in the world. The three of them seem to be talking in secret, but these few...
The younger generation avoided it. In response, Li Xiaoyao expressed his dissatisfaction, but facing Zhang Xiaofeng, who was full of sword intent as cold as frost, the little fat Taoist priest finally chose to retreat.
Dugu Aoxue was very curious. She did not expect to meet two such outstanding young people in this ordinary courtyard. What shocked her even more was that the unique aura exuding from the young man in blue also made her feel like
Nuan. Knowing that there were changes in her skills, the pure and yang-like aura of true energy exuding from Ling Tianyun's body made the disasters caused by her practicing skills seem to be relieved. And Ye Yinfeng's body exuded such as
The soft, water-like essence breath gave her an indescribable sense of comfort.
Dugu Aoxue was like a white and holy Tianshan snow lotus, and her flawless fairy-like appearance in white also made the two teenagers very fond of her. Ye Yinfeng seemed to have seen this incomparable woman before.
I just couldn't remember where I had seen him for a while, and Dugu Aoxue was suffering from amnesia at this time, so Ye Yinfeng wanted to ask, but he couldn't find anything.