Zhang Yi looked at the back of the man in black, and the turbulent emotions in her heart were difficult to calm down.

The old powerful people in Changling were a very special group of people for the entire Qin Dynasty. On the one hand, they were not tolerated with Changling today, but on the other hand, many industries, even traded with some enemy countries, and the lifeblood of some things was in their hands, which made the mistress of Changling unable to easily split them from Changling.

This is a typical hatred that is hard to choose, but in the final analysis, they are strong enough.

But now, how should he choose?

The sun sets down the horizon and the air begins to cool.

Because he was too excited, he didn't even notice the romanticism deliberately brought about by the Qingshan Minshan Sword Sect practitioner behind him.

This made the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner extremely unhappy and his brows frown deeply.

"Your performance at this time is too far from that of the sword. As a sword master, you naturally need to be alert all the time. Especially outside Changling, those who want to kill you don't need to worry that you can't get out of Changling, and you have no worries at all."

Listening to such a voice, Zhang Yi was shocked and turned around.

Looking at the special green jade robe on the other party and feeling the unique aura of the other party's body, he naturally understood the other party's identity in an instant, but his mind was even more chaotic, and he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong today.

￥ "The method of separating numbers is five and seven."

This Minshan Sword Sect practitioner was used to seeing all kinds of top talents in Minshan Sword Sect. At this moment, he felt even more unhappy when he saw Zhang Yi's confusion. He said this coldly, took out the cold iron box from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi subconsciously took the seemingly ordinary iron box, and his heart started to beat violently involuntarily, and couldn't help asking: "What is this? The method of separating numbers, what is it like when it is five or seven?"

"Think about it yourself, if you can't even think of this..." The Minshan Sword Sect practitioner raised his eyebrows slightly. He originally wanted to say that if he couldn't even think of this, he would not deserve to be called a student of the Minshan Sword Sect. However, when he said this, he felt something was wrong. After pausing slightly, he changed his mouth and said, "That's just destroying the things in this box."

Looking at the other party's unhappy expression, Zhang Yi thought of what Ding Ning said about his mother-in-law and mother on weekdays. He was a little awakened, and his eyes moved away from the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner and landed on the iron box in his hand.

Then he opened the iron box directly.

There was only a thin piece of parchment paper in the iron box, which was simply stacked, so he saw a lot of ink lines at a glance.

Just a few scattered magic threads, he felt endless terrifying sword intent.

His eyes instantly sting and crying.

In the next moment, these sword intents forced him to make the qi and blood in his body not functioning smoothly, and even made him feel like he was injured and vomiting blood in an instant.

Zhang Yi's body shook violently, and then he looked up in horror.

"This is…"

He looked at the blue-shirted cultivator in front of him in shock. Thinking of the aura of Jing Liuli and even the Dan Tai Guanjian, he felt that it was impossible to have such a sharp edge. Then he immediately realized, "This is the Master Baili himself..."

This practitioner of Minshan Sword Sect thinks there is no need to answer.

He turned around and began to leave.

"In your own opinion, you are just an insignificant little person in Changling, but the three top figures in Changling come to see you in person or write letters to you. So you cannot be an insignificant little person."

"My disciples of Minshan Sword Sect, like those who were really from Bashan Sword Field in the past, could not be small people."

Listening to the two words coming from the wind before the other person's figure disappeared, Zhang Yi's whole body trembled uncontrollably again.

With the last ray of sunset, he struggled to unfold the parchment in the iron box. His eyes stinged even more, and tears fell. After seeing the first few words clearly, his breathing paused and became rapid.

This is a sword scripture.

The method of diaphragm numbers, five and seven, is just a way to read.

Only by looking at the words that are multiples of five and seven, can you see the true words of this Sword Sutra and understand the true meaning.

There is often only one possibility to be able to write Baili Suxue himself and use this method to conceal the true meaning, that is, this sword sutra is also very important to the Minshan Sword Sect, and only Baili Suxue knows it in Minshan Sword Sect.

This means the true sect leader’s personal teaching.

After thinking through this, Zhang Yi finally truly understood the meaning of the last two sentences of this Minshan Sword Sect practitioner.

How could the disciple personally passed down by Baili Suxue, the leader of Minshan Sword Sect, be an insignificant little person?

The last trace of afterglow in the sky fell.

The wilderness around him fell into darkness.

"If you want to do it, do it thoroughly."

Ding Ning's voice came to his mind again.

Thinking about many things in the past, the death of Xue Wangxu, the scenes of the Sword Club, the letter written by the hostess in the deep palace after the Sword Club, and the scenery he received, he felt that what Ding Ning said was correct.

He took out the parchment paper from the iron box, put it close to it, and then put it away. Then he looked up and looked at the brightest star in the sky in the direction of the Great Yan, and began to move.

...

The sound of horse hooves sounded violently on the river hill, shocking countless return birds who were staying overnight.

A row of torches illuminated the entire river bank. A black-armored general jumped down from the galloping horse and landed on the ground without any weight. However, at the moment he landed, he pulled it and stopped the galloping horse behind him.

“It’s here?”

The black-armored general looked at the scenery around him and asked the two seven or eight-year-old children sitting in front of a sergeant behind him in a cold voice.

These two children, one boy and one girl, look like brothers and sisters. Judging from the clothes on their bodies, they should be the children of the fishermen around them.

Listening to the questioning of the black-armored general, and seeing the tiger and wolf patterns shining under the fire on the other party's black armored clothes, the two children were frightened and opened their mouths without answering, but they burst into tears with a wow.

The black-armored general took a deep breath and felt even more irritable, but as he squatted down and looked down, his expression changed drastically, and a strong coldness and murderous intent flowed from the depths of his pupils.

On the tangled roots below these deered willows, he saw a or two strands of white satin strips that had been soaked.

Almost subconsciously, he believed that this was the place where Bai Shanshui had hidden before.

In the Wei River area, I don’t know how many ships and the Great Qin practitioners were searching for the traces of Baishanshui. However, who would have thought that Baishanshui had just been like a real floating corpse, floating between the roots under these old willows before?

This is a place that passes by ships on the river surface that may be seen, but in the end only these two children happened to see it.

Is this the best way to escape by letting fate?

But the Holy Shou Shanglu Mountain Alliance and Pingshan with one sword. If the destiny is said to be, it should have been to Changling. How could this thief be able to escape again?

The black-armored general thought about the Qin people who died at Bai Shanshui's hands over the years, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense. However, looking at the floating white silk threads, he knew very well that he had missed the opportunity to capture Bai Shanshui. He would deal with this great rebel next, but he didn't know what price he would have to pay.

Because of his anger, he could not vent his power. The powerful aura on his body kept whirling forward, causing the river water ahead to turbulently and ripples to spread.

In the deepest part of the Great Floating Water Prison, Lin Zhuijiu, who was like duckweed and stuck in the water, quietly feeling the ripples coming from the water Prison beside him.

This is meaningless to others, but it is the only change in his boring and uninhibited life.

"Young man, you are amazing. Since the establishment of this water prison, you should be the second person who can make Shin Hyun helpless."

He lowered his head and looked at the shaking ripples, and sincerely praised.

The sound was clearly and distant along the water flow, but there was no response.

Lin Zhuojiu looked at the still shaking water surface and knew that the young man was not in a coma, so he continued: "I know you don't trust me, but I know you are different from those who sent me in to try to win my trust. Because I have also experienced some of the methods Shin Hyun used on you... I know very well what kind of people can survive. So you can distrust me, but I can trust you."

It took a long time.

A weak but clear voice came from the water prison next to him, "Who are you?"

Lin Zhuojiu said: "Bashan Jianchang, Lin Zhuojiu."

The water prison on the other end was silent for a moment and said, "Impossible."

Lin Zhuojiu laughed and said, "Everyone thinks I am dead, but I am still alive."

The water prison on the other end fell into silence again.

Lin Zhuojiu continued with a smile: "You should be wondering why I would speak out so directly with someone I never knew."

There was no denial on the other end, "Yes."

Lin Zhuojiu said calmly: "Because no one thinks that we may go out after we come here. Just like Shin Hyun brings you here, just to let you know that even if I have been around for more than ten years, I can't get out."

"He wants you to despair. Despair is the best way for him to open the mouths of people like me and you."

Lin Zhuojiu raised his head, looked at the water prison on the side, and said lightly: "But I think he will still fail. And I will give you hope. As long as you last long enough, you must believe that I can take you out."

There was no new response to the water prison on the other end, only a muffled groan came.

The water surface fluctuated even more violently.

Lin Zhuojiu knew that a new round of torture had begun.

There were many tortures that he felt terrible when he remembered, falling on the young man.

He gave the young man a promise and hope, but is there really hope?

Lin Zhuojiu lowered his head, looked at the turbulent cold water surface, and returned to silence.
Chapter completed!