South of Changling City, Shendu Superintendent.

This building that looks like an ordinary Taoist temple always exudes a cold atmosphere. Except for the several great figures deep in the palace, all the powerful and nobles of the Qin Dynasty were deeply warned and afraid of this place. However, at this time, many people in this building had deep warning and fear in their eyes.

Just for a woman in white.

Ye Celeng walked out of the carriage and walked alone along the gray stone path into the cold courtyard.

Widths of sky light fell obliquely against the mottled wall, sprinkling on her body.

In the deepest courtyard, a carriage was parked next to a dead rotten wood.

The carriage is the deepest purple, with wood emitting a moist color, with patterns carved on it, with reliefs and openwork overlapping, and inlaid with gold and jade, which is extremely luxurious.

Ye Ce Leng stopped and stared at the carriage. She laughed and said to the study in the courtyard with a sarcastic sarcasm: "This should be the sandalwood and red sandalwood carriage from Lilingjun Mansion. I didn't expect that you would take it over. The dignified Shendu Superintendent also likes such a vulgar thing?"

"I didn't think about the common things, but I just like the smell of the wood itself."

A plain sound came out through the vacant door, looking a little hollow.

"I don't care about the bright shape but the smell. It's reasonable to say that this wood is rare." Ye Celeng turned slowly, and did not move any more. He just looked inside through the faint door, looking at the fine dust floating in the light, and said coldly: "It's just that others don't know your flying sword cultivation. Don't I know yet? I don't want Bai Shanshui to die. Why are you?"

The door was silent for a moment and said, "Do you really don't know?"

Ye Ce Leng said: "I really don't know."

"The birds are all gone and the bow is hidden." The door was silent for a moment and said, "It's just that I did this, not for myself."

"No matter who you are for, I hope you don't do this again in the future."

Ye CeLeng raised his head and said calmly and coldly: "I am me, you are you, you should know that I don't want to owe you anything."

No more words inside the door.

Ye Celen didn't say anything more and turned around and left.

However, just as she moved, the sound that seemed a little hollow inside the door rang again: "There is something I did not record in the report. There are some problems with the route of Bai Shanshui. She seemed to have been to some streets and alleys intent."

Ye Ce Leng turned around suddenly.

...

A yellow-robed practitioner walked out of the carriage and stepped on the soft grass outside the forest outside the gate of the Jianzong Mountain in Minshan.

The Minshan Sword Meeting has ended, and the teachers and officials of various places of practice who came to watch have not all dispersed. Looking at the yellow robe on the cultivator and feeling the breath of the cultivator, they all understood where the yellow robe practitioner came from, and various emotions appeared in their eyes.

This yellow-robed practitioner acted very respectfully and low-key. He whispered a disciple of the green shirt who was in charge of contacting Minshan Sword Sect for a few words, then returned to the carriage and waited quietly.

Thinking that the noble hostess in the palace must be in a bad mood, the teachers and officials of various practice areas dare not stay deliberately, and some of them even left early when they had to stay for a while. The surroundings of this woodland soon became more and more quiet.

The cultivator in the blue-robed swordsman of Minshan Sword Sect went and came again. Zhang Yi followed him silently, walked through the forest, and walked towards the carriage where the cultivator in the yellow-robed cultivator was.

The yellow-robed practitioner had already directly informed him of his identity and purpose, but Zhang Yi didn't understand how his identity could have caused the extremely noble woman to make such an arrangement.

So the closer he got to the carriage, the more thrilling he felt and the more uneasy he felt.

When he saw Zhang Yi's figure, the yellow-robed practitioner walked out of the carriage.

Then he bowed and bowed to the Minshan Sword Sect practitioners and Zhang Yiwei who were leading the way from afar.

"The Empress asked me to forward this letter to you."

Without any extra words, looking at the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner who retreated aside and Zhang Yi who walked in front of him, the obedient yellow-robed practitioner said calmly, then took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's face suddenly became pale, and before he touched the letter, his hands became trembling.

But he didn't make any sound. He lowered his head slightly, took apart the letter, and looked at the beautiful but powerful words inside, his hands became even more trembling.

"I see."

After reading it three times in a row and confirming that he had not missed any word or understood the meaning of any word, he bowed slightly to the yellow-robed practitioner and said, "I agree with this proposal."

The yellow-robed practitioner looked at Zhang Yi's pale but determined face, and looked at his trembling hands, stretching out his hand as if he wanted to take back the letter. However, as soon as his fingers touched the letter, the letter was shattered by a soft force, and directly turned into slight flying dust and spread out in Zhang Yi's hands.

This is a powerful state of practice, but such a yellow robe practitioner is just an ordinary messenger to the perfect woman in the palace.

In the gate of Minshan Sword Sect, there are some courtyards at the foot of the mountain on the side of Qingyu Mountain Road.

Some new disciples, or disciples like Zhang Yi who are about to start learning, are temporarily here.

Zhang Yi returned to the courtyard where he was temporarily living. Without saying hello to Dugu Bai and others, he closed the door and entered the room, unfolding the paper and pen.

His face was still pale, but his hands had returned to stability.

He wrote a letter quietly, left it on the table, and then pushed the door open and left.

...

...

A black cloud flows slowly in the sky.

A black goshawk passed through the clouds and suddenly slid across a black mountain.

The black mountain is not tall, and there are no grass or tree growing, but there are countless tombstones of all sizes standing in forests.

A royal army stayed outside the mountain.

There is a tomb in a valley near the top of the mountain. The tombstone in front of the tomb is a small imperial crown.

Emperor Qi stood in this valley with a sad face.

He is the only one standing in the entire valley and on the mountain.

When Zhang Yi quietly opened the door and left, he was also looking at a secret seal that had just arrived in his hand.

He wasn't that calm.

After carefully reading the last word of the secret note, he cried out loud, crying very hard and desolate.

"Master Ruo! You have gone without complaints, but since you left, I can't sleep or eat. In my dreams, I often see the Qin army's tiger and wolf army breaking into the city, and no one can stop me."

"Master Ruo! The Minshan Sword Meeting has just ended. Do you know that Changling has another genius boy like Jing Liuli and An Baoshi."

"Master Ruo! It's so hard to think about it... When Bashan Sword Field was at its peak, Qin had already produced so many geniuses that were hard to figure out. Now, it still emerges one after another. Is his Yuanwu really the destiny of heaven?"

"Master Ruo! Jing Liuli and An Baoshi are already young people in each dynasty. In another ten years, no one will be able to resist. However, two such monsters are not enough, but now another one is released. We are fine. You finally left such a disciple, but buried yourself with you. What does this mean?"

"Every time I read this place, I wish I could go with you."

"Master Ruo! If I hadn't thought about the people of Qi, I would have wished I would have gone with you."

Emperor Qi cried without any emperor's demeanor and burst into tears.

The grave in front of him was originally silent and unchanged, and even a single weed had not grown, and there was no strange aura that any practitioner could sense. However, as his cry became louder and louder, the soil on the grave began to tremble slightly.

It was obvious that the black soil was trembling, but it clearly exuded a sense of displeasure like seeing through Emperor Qi.

Emperor Qi widened his eyes and stopped his sad voice, but he sobbed from time to time.

The unhappy aura was even more indifferent to being disturbed by peace and became even more sharp.

The soil on the top of the grave was floating in the wind like burnt incense ash, and a little black light slowly emerged.

A dark black grass with a cold smell grew out of it.

This black grass only has a blade of grass. When it grew out, it was still facing Emperor Qi, but in a blink of an eye, the tip of the grass was aimed at the direction of the Changling of the Qin Dynasty.
Chapter completed!