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Fate sank in the long river of years, the cold wind was messy under the erosion of the rain, I don't know if it was fate that had been arranged or the cold wind was difficult to be drenched by the rain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info All this will disappear in the end, and no one knows whether the night is the end of the day or the beginning of the day, and no one cares.

In the new year, only two or three days later, the rich and vast Yanyu Jiangnan country began its dream-like hazy scenery, the rain will be this eternal luxury of the imperial capital shrouded in it, a layer of white fog and a layer of drizzle, drops of crystal raindrops turned into a thin line of acacia, gradually diffuse, forming a densely woven rain silk love network.

In the smoke and rain, the mist curls, and there is a lonely figure standing on the swallow rock with heavy mountains, and the handsome face reveals a bit of a solemn atmosphere. Densely woven rains poured down from the sky, and the aroma of wet earth rolled up everywhere.

Dressed in a blue shirt and with a body as straight as a sword waiting to be unsheathed, it was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, his face glowing with maturity and tenacity that did not match his age. Behind his back was a long sword as black as iron, the sword had no edge or blade, but with a strange aura, a faint bloody aura emanated from the bladeless iron sword.

Ye Yinfeng looked at the water of the Yangtze River under the cliff with his eyes, the blue waves of the Yangtze River at this time were overwhelming, and the blue waves like pearl flowers tumbling up, from time to time there were waves of roaring torrents impacting the cliff, and the roaring sound was endless. It's a trench-like swallow rock, and it's the first danger of Jinling Xiongguan, but it's the first stone rock on the Yangtze River.

Staring at the river, but his heart was turbulent, there was no longer that Xiahou Chang Geng by his side, and he also knew the person who made an appointment with him. He didn't expect that the person who was competing with him was the Chang Catcher of the Jingzhao Mansion, and he also knew that the real name of the Chang Catcher was Huangfu Wuming, who came from the Huangfu family.

Then what surprised him even more was that Uncle Qian, who was known as the richest man in the world, was actually the mastermind behind the scenes. It all seemed to be settled, but he knew it was just beginning. If you really want to recognize your strength, you are far from being the opponent of the emperor, but the other party's firm eyes made him see that there are still some people in this world who have been sticking to their duties.

Without any warning, and without any opportunity, after Ye Yinfeng took the ninth sword from Huangfu's lifeless slash, he knew that he had lost, and he had lost because he relied too much on the sword in his hand. He has always been able to resist passively, but he has no chance to make a move at all, no matter how many sword books he has practiced, he can't use a single sword technique. And the emperor's lifeless sword technique was like his name, and he slashed at him without a fatality, and a momentum like who else immediately pressed Ye He down.

Even though he has the peerless internal strength of Taoism, even if he has cultivated the famous swordsmanship of the world's number one swordsman, or maybe even if he has the last move to save his life, but all of this has no chance to make a move. He didn't even have a chance to pull out the Zhengu sword given by the beautiful woman above his waist, and the other party was always like that, like a long rainbow running through the sun, pressing it to death. This is not only a disparity in strength, but a disparity in momentum, this battle made Ye Yinfeng learn a lot, and also made him understand a lot.

The world's martial arts cultivation is so extensive, without a tenacious and fearless heart, even if the peerless divine weapon in his hand, it is also in vain, what kind of momentum it is.

The roar of the noise and the silent drizzle all entered his heart, and he stood like a statue on the top of the swallow rock, and at his feet was a cliff. Behind him, there were messy footsteps and traces of being swept by the raging sword qi.

He knew that he was going to lose, and if he lost, it was not only himself, but also that Xiahou Changgeng would be handed over to him Uncle Qian, and the jade seal of the country was not only the key to the unification of the world's luck, but also a secret that was heavily hidden. He just has a feeling that the richest man in the world is not interested in this dragon chair, so he must have other plans. In addition to the 'Jade of the Apocalypse', Ye Yinfeng couldn't think of anything else that made an uncrowned king's heart move, immortality, not only the hearts of the royal family, but also mortals.

Ye Yinfeng had to admit that Huangfu Wusheng was gambling with his own life, and that flaw, he knew that the other party deliberately left it to him, at the moment when Huangfu Wulife fell into the cliff. He saw the other party's calm and fearless face, and he also saw a strange sense of trust in the other party's eyes. Some people, who have been together all their lives, can't understand each other's eyes and hands, while some people, even if they don't know each other, can read the meaning of each other's eyes.

Ye Yinfeng and Huangfu Wusheng are the latter, it is a kind of heroic eyes, when his mind freezes the last look of Huangfu Wulife, Huangfu Wulife's body has already gone out of the cliff. His body fell like a meteor shooting down towards the rolling Yangtze River.

If a sigh can relieve everything, there will not be so many regrets in this world, to Ye Yinfeng's surprise, Xiahou Changgeng suddenly knelt down in front of Ye Yinfeng, and then knocked three times heavily. He also jumped and followed the emperor's lifeless body towards the cliff. Soon, the figures of the two were drowned by the roaring river waves, and the reefs under the cliff were everywhere, and the whirlpools were everywhere, even if they were extremely watery, jumping down from such a high place, I am afraid it would be difficult to survive.

I don't know why, Ye Yinfeng wants them to live, to fulfill their mission to the end, even if it is death, he is not afraid. This kind of person is worthy of his admiration, and this kind of person is worthy of the admiration of the heroes of the world.

Ye Yinfeng was not the only one who sighed, there was also a figure ignored by Ye Yinfeng, and the middle-aged man with a white and red face sighed even more.

Uncle Qian looked up at the sky, as if the rain falling in the sky had become the gold and silver treasures in his eyes, or maybe something else, and then, without looking at the pile of foamy river under the cliff, he turned and left. His pace was very slow, very slow, but it gave people a strange feeling, he seemed to be the master of life and death, for some reason, such a thought suddenly flashed in Ye Yinfeng's mind. But his mind had already been drawn to the man who had fallen from the cliff, and the thoughts that flashed through his mind were only flashing, and he didn't pay attention to them again.

The drizzle continued, and all the sorrows in the world could not be washed, Ye Yinfeng's heart was covered with a thick drizzle, he didn't know that his fists had been clenched tightly, and his sharp nails had pierced into his palms. What kind of 'jade of the apocalypse', I don't know how many more people will be killed by that thing, but he is so pale and powerless, and he has no clue yet.

The rain is like silk, sorrowful, broken and continuous, the wind is dignified, the water ripples, and the roaring posture of the water of the Yangtze River rolling down is like a giant dragon, impacting, shocking not only Ye Yinfeng's heart, but also the three small cyclones in his dantian. Moving all over his body, thinking about the rain, silk rain, weaving rain, all the lingering thoughts about the rain poured into his mind.

At this moment, Ye Yinfeng's clear eyes seemed to have discovered some new continent, and the cold light flashed, only to see a golden halo suddenly appear in his hand. And the breath on his body suddenly rose up, hissed, and the thin rain was suddenly divided and broken into several pieces, it turned out that the rain could be divided.

No one knew what happened to Ling Tianyun on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the people in the Zhao Mansion poured out like madness, but none of them could find it. No one knew that Alai's return had injected a stimulant into the Flying Sparrow Camp, giving the dead Flying Bird Camp some life.

However, all this, after a few days, Zhao Kuangyin knew that 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, and when he came to his own mansion, he knew what happened. And the people he sent out all returned in vain, and people kept returning, but there was not even a single message. This made Zhao Kuangyin very worried, in addition to Ling Tianyun's disappearance, the cold and peerless Dugu Aoxue was also missing.

The Flying Bird Battalion also received Zhao Kuangyin's order to find Ling Tianyun and Dugu Aoxue at all costs. Lao Li's death is a thing of the past, and the Flying Bird Battalion has a new mission, although the members of the Flying Bird Camp are indignant about it, but Alai takes the lead in putting the general righteousness first, and their commander is their highest peak.

Alai breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense heart began to relax, he didn't expect so many things to happen during this period, and fortunately, so many things happened, and everyone's attention was diverted. For Lao Li's death, in addition to only a little guilt, he only felt a little guilty, but more importantly, it was the familiar and unfamiliar face. He took the members of the Flying Bird Battalion to follow Zhao Kuangyin's instructions, and searched almost all the places in the imperial capital, of course, except for those wealthy families with great power, he didn't dare to check, all the restaurants and underground markets, the power he could use was moved, but he hadn't found it yet.

Contrary to the Southern Tang Dynasty in the southern Jiangnan country, the weather after the New Year of the Great Zhou Dynasty has been clear and clear, and there is a joyful and peaceful atmosphere everywhere. Day after day, in a flash, the New Year has passed for more than ten days, and in one more day it will be the Shangyuan Festival. And Ling Tianyun and Dugu Aoxue still did not appear, and Zhao Kuangyin's face, which was already like a red date, looked even redder at this time, and it was about to turn black.

Shangyuan Festival, as scheduled, at night, the imperial capital Bianliang is brightly lit, this night the curfew is canceled, those who celebrate can rest assured that they can play an all-night game boldly. The street is crowded with people, a lively and extraordinary scenery arises spontaneously, this year's Shangyuan Festival is the most lively, and the imperial capital Bianliang is also more prosperous than in previous years.

And all this is because of the credit of one person, this is the Great Zhou Emperor Guo Wei.

With the arrival of the New Year, the condition of the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who had been ill for a long time, improved, and promulgated a series of tax cuts and pardon policies on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and at the same time changed the name of the year to the first year of Xiande, and granted amnesty to the world. On the fifth day of the first month, Chai Rong, the king of Jin, was added as an official and servant, in charge of the affairs of soldiers and horses inside and outside Beijing. And Chai Rong's status as the crown prince at this time began to really stabilize, and the military power of the imperial capital forbidden army began to monopolize, and he was listening to the government on behalf of his father in the palace at this time.

The members of the Flying Sparrow Battalion mingled in the crowd, and in addition to the official and public celebrations on this day, they also had to pay attention to the enemy spies who had infiltrated the imperial capital. After half a month of searching, Ling Tianyun and Dugu Aoxue have disappeared, and Zhao Kuangyin has begun to give up the search, he is worried about Ling Tianyun's safety, but he has nothing to worry about Dugu Aoxue, because there is a mysterious master behind Dugu Aoxue who has been secretly protecting.

The full moon is like a disk, and the bright moonlight shines like a girl's youthful halo, just like this empire, is rising, taking its glorious steps towards the hegemony of the world.

Then, no one noticed that in this bustling and extravagant imperial capital, in that dark corner, there were a pair of hideous faces distorted. They may be hawkers, liquor store clerks, or beggars crouching in the corner called Hanako. No one noticed all this, and the people of the imperial capital were all impressed by the majestic figure of the imperial capital, and were fascinated by the extremely brightly lit night scene, and their faces were filled with joyful smiles and comfortable breath.

And then all this had nothing to do with Ling Tianyun, because he was holding a booklet in his hand. It was a knife book given to him by Zhang Xiaofeng, the famous knife technique of the 'Sword Saint' Feng Lian Knife "Drawing the Knife and Breaking the Water". Ling Tianyun's injuries were almost healed, he had only been in a coma for a day or two, just that sword book had made him forget everything. Dugu Aoxue talked about Tianya like a small woman, stayed in this courtyard and never went out.

However, all this did not last long, and a sudden change finally broke it all.