Chapter 403 The spring breeze returns you a glass of wine
On the outskirts of the divine capital city, the magic array was shattered.
The earth collapsed, the soil was scorched black, and covered with thick insect corpses.
Zhou Chunfeng was covered in blood and stood on top of the corpses of demon cultivators everywhere.
His clothes were soaked in blood, his whole body was covered in scars, and his entire face was covered by hair stuck to blood.
When the wind blew, a corner of his chin was exposed, and the originally jade-like skin was covered in blood scabs.
From the torn clothes on his back, a long blue sword with a broken handle could be faintly seen emerging from his spine.
Both sides of the broken sword were covered with dense blood vessels, slightly protruding, black and red, like tree roots.
Slowly, the broken sword melted, merged into the blood, and disappeared.
In the void, life lines were disconnected one after another.
Zhou Chunfeng slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Qingyun Mountain.
There, the Seventh Rank Qingyun Examination is being held.
Zhou Chunfeng's eyes were in a trance, and he sniffed gently. There seemed to be a faint fragrance of grass floating in the wind, and it seemed to be mixed with the fragrance of wine.
Just like that early summer, the man toasted to me from afar.
From then on, Zhou Chunfeng realized that there were old friends who were relegated to cold places, and the capital city was as warm as the south of the Yangtze River.
Zhou Chunfeng slowly raised his right hand, held the wine glass between his two fingers, and saluted from afar.
"The spring breeze has a three-foot sword, and I give you a glass of wine."
Zhou Chunfeng threw out the magic weapon carriage, dragged his stiff body onto the carriage, and whispered to the puppet coachman: "Go to Prince Yuan's Mansion."
The magic weapon carriage galloped all the way, rushed into the gate of the divine capital, and stopped outside Prince Yuan's Mansion.
Zhou Chunfeng walked in slowly.
Not long after, in Prince Yuan's Mansion, an orange beam of light shot up into the sky, and the sound of a righteous sword that penetrated the clouds and cracked rocks penetrated the sky of Shendu and shattered the clouds all over the sky.
Zhou Chunfeng carried Prince Yuan's head out of the gate, threw it down the steps, and left in a carriage.
The carriage drove straight into Yewei and stopped in front of Chunfeng Palace.
Zhou Chunfeng walked step by step to the maple tree, leaned against the trunk, and slowly sat under the tree covered with bright red maple leaves.
He looked south at the stars, his eyes gradually dimmed, and murmured to himself: "I can't go back to Jiangnan, but you still have a chance. It's a pity, this flower-like Da Qi country..."
Zhou Chunfeng closed his eyes, slowly lowered his head, and slipped his hands.
Zhao Mansion.
Accumulate one and lead the way.
The first assistant Zhao Yishan, who was dressed in coarse brown clothes, looked like an old farmer, looking up at the south gate with cloudy eyes.
After a long time, Zhao Yishan sighed and got on the carriage.
"Master, where are you going?"
"Punishment Department."
Night guard.
The commander-in-chief, Prince Cang, was eating midnight snacks and quietly listening to his subordinates' reports.
After the subordinate finished his report, there was still half a table left.
The coward stared at the half table of delicious food with great nostalgia, and struggled to wipe his oily hands.
"Withdraw. Go to the Criminal Department."
Imperial College.
He governs the students all over the world, and under his jurisdiction is Taixue, the highest institution of arts and culture.
After listening to the reports from his subordinates, the breeze blew by, stroking his silver hair and beard.
He stood up slowly and walked out slowly.
"Go to the Taixue Library, take out thousands of books, distribute them to the scholars, and follow me to ask the Ministry of Punishments. In addition, I will send a message to the four major academies. If I don't return tomorrow, I will hold a grand memorial ceremony for the ancestors and depose the demon sect."
On the wooden eagle hundreds of miles away from the divine capital.
Zhang Fugui straightened his body and listened repeatedly to the news of the summons.
After listening to the thirty-first time, throw the summons plate on the table.
Zhang Fugui leaned back, half lying and half sitting, and said: "When we arrived in the capital, we transferred to the Ministry of Punishment. I, Zhang Fugui, pay attention to fair transactions in my life and work. I owe Zhou Chunfeng so many favors. If I don't pay them back, I will pay them back in the future.
How can you continue to owe others favors!"
Vientiane map, strange city, imperial garden.
"When is Old Wolf, Old Wolf?" All the children who were still there clapped their hands and asked.
"It's going to be daybreak."
Li Qingxian used magic weapons and talismans, hugged Fangfang, and ran to the back door of the Imperial Garden as fast as possible.
The back door leads to Shenwu Gate, which is the exit of the palace.
Everyone was separated, and people said hello from time to time along the way, some were other monks, some had played with the handkerchief together, and some were teammates.
Li Qingxian ignored him at all.
Arriving at the gate as soon as possible, Li Qingxian put down Fangfang, took out the last peach and the movable type sign, and stuffed them into Fangfang.
"My mother has taken good care of me, but I have failed to fulfill my filial piety. Take one of these two items and give one to my mother. Next, there will be a battle here, so you should go away."
"Brother..." Fangfang hugged the peach and the wooden sign, raised her round face, and flashed her eyes.
"Go quickly!"
After Li Qingxian finished speaking, he stood in the middle of the back door, took out the shell fog board, sprayed white mist, and a line of large characters appeared on it.
The Demonic Cultivation Ban passes through this door.
Li Qingxian stood quietly, placing the magical instruments and life materials bit by bit, setting up the wooden table and altar, offering the Jade Qingzhen King's tablet, and then stepped on the gang to cast spells.
After a while, the spell casting was completed.
Li Qingxian was wearing a seventh-grade brocade robe, with his back to the door and looking forward.
Many candidates came one after another and were surprised when they saw the big words above.
A few who were timid and afraid of getting into trouble bowed their hands to Li Qingxian, indicating that they were not demon cultivators, and went straight to the back door.
Most people stopped in the distance, looking curiously and talking in low voices.
"Is he trying to destroy the demon sect Qingyun?"
"No way, why are you suddenly at war with the Demon Sect?"
"Could it be that the major forces have already prepared to launch an attack here?"
"I've never heard of it."
"If he really kills the demon sect Qingyun, what will you do?"
"I can't, I can't defeat the demon cultivator."
"I didn't catch up with the attack on the Ministry of Justice last time. I can't fall behind this time! If he breaks the demon sect's power, I will fight side by side!"
Amid everyone's discussion, more and more people arrived.
When the few magic cultivators saw this scene, they were annoyed and angry, but they also knew that this man was extraordinary and even stubborn, so they had no choice but to stand at a distance, not daring to move forward.
Not long after, some of Li Qingxian's teammates arrived one after another. They approached in surprise and asked what happened.
Li Qingxian just said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, there is no need to help me. It is my own business and is not bound by oaths."
Soon, Song Baige, Wang Buku, Shen Xiaoyi, Meng Huaichuan, Lin Zhenyuan and others arrived one after another.
"What happened?" Shen Xiaoyi was shocked.
Li Qingxian just repeated the previous sentence calmly without saying much.
All the team members stared at Li Qingxian.
Li Qingxian was very calm.
Along the way, they met the smiling Li Qingxian, the cautious Li Qingxian, the unhappy Li Qingxian, and the calm Li Qingxian.
I have never seen such a calm Li Qingxian.
Several people asked several questions, but Li Qingxian remained silent.
Song Baige smiled and asked: "Do you want to break the demon sect's Qingyun?"
Li Qingxian nodded.
Song Baige didn't ask the reason, turned around and looked at the waiting candidates, smiled and said loudly: "Today, I am waiting to break the demon sect's Qingyun. Now, with Ye Han and Song Baige, who else is willing to fight with us together?"
"Wang Buku." Wang Buku turned around, stood next to Li Qingxian, and faced everyone.
Shen Xiaoyi's eyebrows arched, he turned around, raised his chin, and said with a smile: "Shen Xiaoyi."
"Lin Zhenyuan."
"Qiu Ye."
"Lu Gaoming."
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Most of Li Qingxian's old teammates spoke, but only four of them remained silent.
Among the new team members who originally followed Meng Huaichuan, only Lin Zhenyuan signed up.
The other new team members looked at Meng Huaichuan.
