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After the morning rain, the official road was a little hot, and on the wheel, the chief manager of the Li Mansion said lightly: "Cheng Yingxuan, the peak of the first-class mixed yuan realm, a person from Ganlong Dao, one hundred and thirty years ago, he learned from the ruijin sect of the ruijin sect, and he had to inherit a first-class martial arts "ruijin palm" that lost his true inheritance, and later luckily got a half-step top internal strength mental method "liejin daodian", and since then it has soared into the sky, "ruijin zhang" has also re-comprehended and born the true meaning, the highest was only one step away from the mixed yuan list, and now it is still only one step away, without relatives and no reason. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The chief manager spoke slowly and logically, but every time he said a word, on the official road, the eyes of the old figure standing with his hands condensed, and his muscles and muscles were also tense, and when the chief manager finished speaking, Cheng Yingxuan's face finally changed slightly, and he shouted: "Who is Your Excellency!"

"Retreat, or die. The response to him was still the original sentence.

Cheng Yingxuan laughed, he laughed wildly, a gray robe without wind, like a gray canopy, dancing on the earth, the sharp and cold qi overflowed, and on the earth, cracks were born silently, crisscrossing and crisscrossing like a spider web, spreading around.

It is unimaginable that a person's qi can be as strong as a si, as brilliant as the power of the sky, the earth is shaking for miles, the barren forests are collapsing, the giant trees are collapsing, and a little pale vacuum is like a flood, covering the land for ten miles in an instant.

In the carriage, everything is as usual.

Su Qinian glanced at Li Chengdao, and the young man didn't react at all, as if he was indifferent to everything in the outside world. It's just that the sword eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the speed of turning the page is slightly slow. There was an undisguised disgust and coldness in his eyes.

It only took a few breaths for him to be restored. I don't know if it's because he has already expressed his opinion, or something else, in short, his gaze sank into the aroma of ink again, and he couldn't make waves.

Su Qiannian squinted slightly, the light curtain could not block his gaze, and similarly, the pale vacuum that began to distort could not block the gaze of the chief manager of the Li Mansion on the wheel.

Thereupon. He shot.

An index finger, enlarged in an instant, higher than a mountain, and then fell, and the sky became dark, and there was no more daylight.

Immediately afterwards, the light returned, and the sunlight after the darkness made Su Qinian feel warm, even if it was only a moment of darkness. He didn't want to relive that moment.

Someone felt the same, but unfortunately he was dead.

Cheng Yingxuan, an old man who is nearly one hundred and fifteen years old, has a light gray robe. Standing quietly on the official road, his eyes were sharp and motionless. Until three carriages passed by, far away. A breeze blew through the old man who stood tall. It is like wind and sand drifting away with the wind, as if it has never existed in this world.

After a few breaths, beside the official road, on the top of the ancient trees, by the stream, on the rock, on both sides of this official road, more than ten figures appeared silently, most of them were old people, even if there was a middle-aged face, the sideburns were like frost.

It is undeniable that these people are very strong, their qi is intertwined, and the entire sky has become dark, but it is also undeniable that they are all old, so old that the breath on their bodies is not as good as the grass of early summer on the side of the road.

And the harsh winter is not far away.

"It's him!"

"The blacksmith of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the porter of the Northern Li, is bent on killing Li. ”

Someone spoke, his voice was a little dry, a little helpless, they didn't expect that this young man had already calculated everything, and in the same way, they didn't expect that this young man would be able to afford the price, and from now on, the only thing they could think of was that it was time to find a place for themselves to bury their bones, a place where they could sleep forever without being disturbed, and it was best to be there all year round.

......

Many times, what seems to yourself to be a big trouble is nothing in the eyes of others.

Now Su Qiannian has deeply realized this, he sat in the carriage, from the moment he just left Ziyang City, he did not encounter a little trouble, the road was calm, so calm that Su Qiannian felt a little unreal.

In the same way, this kind of tranquility is also easier for people to have a lot of thoughts, which has nothing to do with cultivation, it exists in this world, no matter who it is, there will always be traces of this or that, and when these many traces are intertwined and concluded, it becomes a net, and when you look at yourself in the net, you can see the whole life.

Suddenly, he could approach Chang'an City so calmly, Su Qiannian found that he seemed to be a little resistant, in fact, he was really not ready.

Entering Ziyang City was the only choice, and doing business with Bei Li was also expected, but the only thing he didn't expect was that Bei Li's heritage was much deeper than he imagined.

The result of the easy achievement of the goal was that he felt it was too fast.

It was useless to think that it was quick, for even if it was only an ordinary steed, and they walked steadily, in three days they were approaching the city.

......

The Mansion of the Marquis of Ling.

The lights in the main hall are never extinguished, even during the day, when the sun is blazing.

Ling Tong stood in front of the hall door, he looked just a middle-aged man with a square face and a little serious, at this time he looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky, and beside him was an old housekeeper in a light gray cloth robe.

"North Lee?"

Ling, this lord is grand, and Lord Ling, who is now a big man, smiled, he smiled very peacefully, and even his eyes were warm, and said: "This is a bit unexpected by this lord, but since you have come, it is good to go out from here, and then come back, and you will never be too cold-blooded to miss the old......"

The old butler didn't speak, just stood there quietly, his face expressionless, as if he had long been accustomed to everything in front of him, and as if he had long forgotten all the emotions that he should have at his age.

Chang'an City, it's here!

The voice of the head of the Li Mansion sounded, the old man's voice was as gentle as usual, but Su Qinian was like being struck by lightning, which made Li Chengdao in the carriage couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, glanced at him lightly, and then closed the book, he looked all the way like this, from beginning to end, he didn't say a word to Su Qiannian, but he could feel his unrest, and all this unrest reached its peak at this time, and it returned to calm.

Taking a deep breath, Su Qiannian lifted the curtain in front of him, the sky fell, and he saw clearly that not far ahead, a magnificent city was located on the earth, the vicissitudes of the ancient city wall were as high as a hundred zhang, and the whole city seemed to be an ancient mountain range, crawling in the center of this territory.

Changan!

He looked up and looked at the stone carvings on the city gate, which were written by the first emperor of the Han Dynasty.

Familiar and unfamiliar city gate, familiar because he has lived in this city for nearly ten years, strange because from entering the city when he was a child to the present, to last year out of the city, only three times.

Looking at the identity documents, entering the city, except that it is more stringent than ordinary state capitals, there is not much difference, but the garrison guarding the city gate is of a higher rank, and after learning Su Qinian's identity, his gaze is as surprised as before, but he recovers faster.

This is Chang'an, the capital of the Han Dynasty and the Emperor of the Han Dynasty.

Therefore, even if I learned that the young man in front of me was Su Qinian, the Zhangfeng of Wudang Qingyang Peak, who had recently moved the world, these soldiers guarding the city gate did not be surprised for a long time.

"Brother Su, it's here. After entering the city, in the carriage, Li Chengdao, who had read a book all the way, finally spoke.

Su Qinian glanced at him and said, "Okay." ”

He got out of the carriage, and as for the promise to the moon and rain, he naturally would not forget it, but now it seems that the young man does not want to learn for the time being.

However, there is always a time when he wants to learn, Su Qiannian believes that he will stay in this city for a short time, then this young man of the Li family will enter the Royal Academy to study, then there will be time.

As for whether this young master of the Li family, who has no merit and fame, let alone any force, can enter the Royal Academy, Su Qinian has no doubts, he is no longer the young man who was escorted out of Beijing in a prisoner car, and he also understands that in this world, there has never been absolute, some people have grievances, there are grievances and rivers and lakes, people are rivers and lakes, and people are the way out.

Bowing to the head of the Li family on the wheel, Su Qiannian turned around and left.

On the wheel, he looked a little old, but his eyes were gentle and bright, looking at the back of Su Qinian's departure, the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, revealing an indescribable smile.

Prison.

In Chang'an City, this is an eternal taboo, there are too many felons and death row prisoners in the prison, whether it is a temple or a river and lake, thousands of years have passed, no one knows how many people are imprisoned inside, only that the dead bodies transported from the prison every year are enough to fill a cemetery on the outskirts of Chang'an.

Therefore, there are very few gentlemen in Chang'an City, and the rich lady is willing to go out of the city to play, because the most in the suburbs is not the spring flowers, the four seasons are beautiful, but the tombs of different sizes, some have tombstones, some are just a grave, some are only a clothed mound, and some are messy, the animal claw prints are staggered, and even the bones are difficult to find.

Walking in Chang'an City, walking through familiar streets, the closer to there, the more sparsely populated, Su Qinian's mood was a little complicated, he understood that even if he got there at this time, it was impossible for him to see his parents, because death row prisoners are forbidden to visit, even on the day of beheading, there is no warmth, this is the rule of the prison.

And the only one who can be seen is that person.

Suddenly came to this city, in addition to the long withered Taoist Academy, Su Qinian had a lot of doubts in his heart, he believed that if he found that person, perhaps, he might find the answer. (This chapter is the most satisfying chapter of ten steps to write Chunyang, kneel and beg to subscribe!Well, I wish the stone a happy birthday) (To be continued.) )