Volume 10 Chapter 43

Because the distance is very close, the painter can see clearly and feel clearly. There is no connection between Lin Xi's hand and the long sword. It's just because of the concentration of soul power that the sword flies back. /

this is the real sword!

However, in the world of cultivators, only those at the level of the master can do the real sword.

He is already a practitioner close to the peak of the grand master, but the more he reaches this kind of cultivation, the more he feels that he is still an unimaginable distance away from the "Saint" level.

It is not a door, but a mountain for him to be detached from the ordinary practitioners, with powerful power, even to ignore many rules in the world and the "holy" steps of many laws.

Is he a saint?

How is it possible that there is a practitioner at the saint level in such a common business?

And if it is a saint, how can he deliberately lower his cultivation and fight with himself?

But if it's not a saint, how can the other side make the imperial sword?

What about the golden lightning that strikes me, burns my half body and nearly paralyzes me?

In this world, among all the practitioners, only the eldest sun of Zhongzhou can turn into a powerful golden lightning with soul power.

In the very short time of subtle changes in the war situation, countless shocking thoughts filled the painter's mind.

The sense of brain blank caused by the extreme shock made the soul power transfer in his body slow down.

"Hiss!"

Lin Xi's sword directly crossed his face.

The mottled mask on his face split into two pieces and fell off his face.

From his left cheek to his right, he had a terrible sword wound. However, even the blood gushed from the wound could not cover the extreme shock on his face.

"Boom!"

The soul power in his body finally burst out again.

Lin Xi made a groan, and the whole body flew backward at a faster speed again. His back hit the wall at the end of the corridor severely. At the moment when his back hit the wall and made a dull sound, there were many cracked voices in his body, but his eyes were locked on the painter's face.

He could see very clearly that the painter was originally a middle-aged man with a clear face, with a few sparse whiskers and slightly high cheekbones. His face was like a somewhat depressed teacher.

"How could it be!"

"Who are you!"

At the moment, the painter can definitely see that Lin Xi's injury is much heavier than his own when he falls down on the wall, but he is still mad and howls continuously.

The rain eaves on his head had been completely collapsed by the powerful force from his body. At the moment, the dense cold rain washed on his face, making the blood and water mixed with the rain running down his face, making the wound more ferocious. I don't know whether it is because of pain or because of cold and panic, his body began to shake uncontrollably.

"You don't need to know who I am."

"As long as I remember your breath and know your face."

Lin Xi began coughing and coughing up some blood foam, but his face was very happy. He fought very happily. He knew that with his current combat power, if he tried his best, it would be possible to kill such a powerful opponent more and more. And he has achieved his goal.

Because if we want to use this painter to deal with Su Zhongwen, we must at least know the real face of this painter and find him out from Qingyuan City.

Looking at the painter who couldn't understand at all, his body was shaking, Lin Xi didn't say anything more, just said to go back in his heart.

……

Time goes back to before the count stops.

Except for Lin Xi, no one knows what has happened in this small courtyard where Lin Xi and Chen feirong live.

Cold rain in the sky densely scattered.

The painter in brown robe and mask was walking along a muddy path.

Looking at the very quiet garden in the distance, the dryness in the heart of this man who has been a strong practitioner in the world becomes more intense, and his body begins to tremble with excitement.

After all, this woman is not only beautiful, but also the mysterious shopkeeper of Dade Xiang who has been widely spread before.

Women of this status are naturally more attractive.

Just like the long princess in the city of the Qin emperor, the whole cloud Qin, I don't know how many men have dirty desires for her in their hearts. They just dare not say that they want to desecrate her severely. For him, if he has strong enough accomplishments, and even the imperial city can come in and out freely, the attraction of the long princess to him is naturally the first. He must also enter the Imperial Palace, play with the long Princess well, and make the most beautiful picture on her, so that people all over the world can see it, and announce that people all over the world, who only dare to imagine the dirty women in their hearts, have The Scripture was mocked by him.

……

Just when the practitioner, who was excited and trembling because of his desire, was still several miles away from Liuyuan, Lin Xi had walked to the door of Chen feirong and knocked.

"Leaving?"

Asked Chen feirong in the room.

She didn't take off her clothes. She just closed her clothes and sat on the bed. When Lin Xi knocked on the door, she stood up.

"Yes." Lin Xi nodded his head.

Chen feirong did not hesitate at all, and did not ask Lin Xi for any reason, so she pushed the door open, and followed Lin Xi up to a carriage which was already in the side door.

Lin Xi tightened his clothes, put on a bamboo hat, and put on a thick coir raincoat With a low voice, the carriage, pulled by the two best horses, rushed out like an arrow from the string, rushed out of the manor, ran along the avenue and towards the city.

The black carriage broke through the rain curtain.

The thunder of horse's hooves broke the calm in the rainy night.

Several miles from Liuyuan, the fast-moving painter stood in amazement.

He vaguely saw the chariot rush out, then watched the chariot leave at an amazing speed and disappear into his sight.

"What's the matter?"

The painter looked at the direction of the disappearance of the carriage. He couldn't understand why the woman lived here well in the middle of the night. Why did she suddenly get nervous? Why did she leave in such a hurry?

……

The intermittent cold rain didn't stop until dawn, and the training ground of Qingyuan City's garrison also became a little muddy.

Li Anting, the leader of Zhengwu division, looks at the muddy and hard land in front of him, and frowns deeply.

Because there is no ice.

If there is no ice, it means that the winter begins to officially pass for the army. It means that a war between the two countries will begin.

The more unidentified the Yunqin people are, the more passionate they want to fight this war, and they want to pull the rebel general who hears about the people back and cut off their heads. But the more generals like him, the more clearly they know what kind of price they have to pay for such a war, and how many loyal soldiers and soldiers they have to pay for the emperor's life.

A school official came quickly from the gate of the camp, came behind him, and immediately made a salute: "general, just now there is a man named Su Zhongwen, who claims to be the counselor of Governor Liu's family, so I asked someone to bring me a message."

"Su Zhongwen? It is the counselor who followed Liu Ziyu. The city guard told me earlier that I knew he was in the city. " Li Anting turned around, completely a strong general's wind, and said quickly: "what's the matter with him?"

Without any hesitation, the school official said, "he said that he found a wanted felon, who can be sure to be a painter.". It's just that the cultivation of the "painter" should be far ahead of him. It's only when our military comes out that it's possible to encircle and kill the recidivist. He said that at the moment he had managed to lead the recidivist to the streets of tianzhenfang. But there is no guarantee that the recidivist will stay there for a long time. If our army has some scruples and can't arrive soon, it won't have to go. "

Li An Ting's eyebrows suddenly jumped, and a sneer appeared on his face: "Su Zhongwen wants to make contributions But our duty is to calm down the guard. If a practitioner can frighten us, what is the significance of our army? Why do we need to use this poor method to motivate us? "

"Order to go down, and let the children get on their horses at once, and send out the whole army of heavy armor and crossbow! Go to tianzhenfang block to encircle and suppress the recidivists! "

a fierce drink burst out from Li Antang's mouth.

Just for a few moments, the sound of a stern military order blew up in the garrison, and the sound of countless gold and iron roared up in the garrison of the town.

……

A middle-aged teacher with an ordinary oilpaper umbrella and a common green cotton padded robe was walking in a rough lane.

His brow began to wrinkle slowly, and the look in his brow and eyes became cold and sharp, which was totally different from his previous peace in the crowded street.

The middle-aged man with sparse whiskers on his jaw was the painter who had run away in the middle of the night last night.

He didn't understand why Chen feirong would leave suddenly in the middle of the night, but he thought it was wrong. Today, what made him feel strange and shocked was that someone knew his identity, knew his residence, and asked the innkeeper to take a message to him to meet him in this street.

Who leaked out his news?

What is the man's intention towards him?

Now he's in the open and the other is in the dark, so he has to know who it is.

According to the direction that the inn man told him, the suspicious and extremely cautious practitioner walked slowly forward. Suddenly, he stopped.

Because the front is a dead lane, facing is a wall, there is no way out.

Just as his face became more ugly, he thought about whether he should stay here or leave here immediately. When he left Qingyuan City, he felt something and turned around.

He saw a middle-aged scribe, who appeared in the distance.