The Sword Pavilion among the green mountains is very quiet. Since Xiao Yan ascended the throne, these dozens of towers covered with vines have seemed to have been completely forgotten in this not-high mountain, and there has never been any visitors again.

In front of a hall with high eaves, there is an open space surrounded by purple bamboo forests.

There are more than a dozen yellow rattan chairs on this open space, and each part of the chair has been polished and radiant, revealing a moist color.

There are people sitting or half lying on each yellow rattan chair.

Most of these people are sitting on different things.

Some people seemed to be asleep with their eyes closed, some were polishing some small stones, some were cooking tea, and some were reading books.

But these people have one thing in common, that is, they are all disabled people, most of them have incomplete limbs, some have broken legs, some have broken hands, and some have few eyes.

Most of these people are very quiet, but there is only one person who keeps muttering to himself.

This is a pale middle-aged man. He has all his hands and feet, but his right brain is deeply sunken, and it looks like he has been smashed by some heavy object.

Even if people who suffer severe brain damage do not die, they often leave serious sequelae.

This should be the case with this man.

His facial features looked a little distorted, and his mouth couldn't be closed. Some saliva flowed along the corner of his left mouth to his body.

His hands and ten fingers twisted each other, as if ten fingers did not belong to him, as if there were ten villains constantly fighting.

He kept saying only six words, "Why haven't you left the mountain yet...Why haven't you left the mountain yet...Why haven't you left the mountain yet..."

The two old men playing chess next to him were finally annoyed by him and said, "Tang Nianda, haven't he already left the mountain?"

"Is that so, I've already left the mountain?" The man stared at his fingers blankly, and he couldn't figure it out.

When dusk fell and the reflections of the mountains gradually swallowed the clearing into the darkness, the old men packed their things and returned to different residences in the Jiange. However, the man who had suffered heavy brains was still looking at his ten fingers, obsessed with it.

"Tang Nianda, you have already returned to the mountain, and you will come out tomorrow." Several people called him, and the man stood up blankly and followed the few people to the pavilion behind him.

...

Shortly after these people returned, in the deeper twilight, the sound of horse hooves came from the mountain road that had been unavailable for a long time.

There is also a large flat land in front of Jiange Mountain. When there were many guests, it should have been used to stop horses and carriages. However, at this time, not only were weeds grown, but many small trees grew, which were more than one person tall.

However, there is a thatched cottage in the middle of the open space.

The thatched grass on the thatched cottage is piled very thick, and it is extremely regular layer by layer, which looks pleasing to the eye.

When the first carriage ran through the weeds on the corridor and the wheels pressed into the flat ground, the door of the thatched cottage with oil lamps creaked and pushed open from inside to outside.

A man in official uniform walked out of it.

The man was only in his thirties, with a straight facial features and a very calm aura.

"What are you?"

Looking at the convoy, the man nodded slightly and asked calmly.

"Lin Yi, General of the Right Banner of Tie Ce Army, I wonder if you are?"

Lin Yi walked out of the second carriage and looked at the man in official uniform curiously. This was Pingshan County, but the man was wearing the official uniform of Yulin Prison.

Logically speaking, such people should work in Jiankang and should not appear here.

"Yulin Supervisor Qiu Xiao." The man bowed to Lin Yi as a tribute. When he got up, he reached out his hand and hung an official seal representing his identity. This is an official in the fifth squad of the Yulin Supervisor.

Lin Yi was not negligent, and took a look at the man with his seal, and then said, "You are an official in the Yulin Prison, why are you here?"

The Yulin Supervisory Officer said respectfully: "I was just sent here to guard the door."

"Guardian?"

Lin Yi was slightly stunned and said, "When I came here before, I didn't hear that there were any janitors in Jiange."

"It's just this spring." Qiu Xiao said respectfully: "Why did General Lin come here?"

"Seeking several murderers under military orders." Lin Yi said: "Those murderers should come to Jiange."

Qiu Xiao was also slightly stunned. His brows frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Are they those murderers who killed people everywhere for no reason?"

Lin Yi looked at him and said, "If you mean it is recently appeared, folklore is the incarnation of the murderer of the former emperor, the underworld army, that's right."

"How could those people come to Jiange?" Qiu Xiao was stunned.

"This is a secret, I can't say it." Lin Yi looked at him and said seriously.

Qiu Xiaowei bowed and signaled that he understood, but at the same time he apologized, saying, "It's just that Jiange can't enter."

"Why can't you enter?" Lin Yi frowned slightly, and he felt a little strange.

Qiu Xiao respectfully said: "Where is the emperor's order."

"The Emperor's Destiny?"

"Previously, Jiange could enter and exit as long as the Pavilion Master agreed, but since this spring, he was ordered by the emperor to enthrone the Pavilion and no one could enter and exit."

Listening to this sentence, Lin Yi was even more puzzled and was about to speak, but at this moment, Bai Yuelu's voice came from his ears.

Her voice was very low, but she didn't know what true energy method she used to send it into his ears, but he could hear it very clearly.

Bai Yuelu just said a few words to him simply, but he was shocked.

He had no idea about the relationship between Jiange and He Xiuxing before, but at this time he understood that the changes that Jiange began this spring were related to the battle between Shen Yue and He Xiuxing.

"Even people in Jiange cannot come out of the mountain?" Lin Yi looked at the official with a sincere look and asked softly.

Qiu Xiao nodded.

"Is it because of the practice?" Lin Yi looked at him and said directly.

Qiu Xiao's face was slightly stiff, but he immediately said seriously: "I don't know the inside story and dare not speculate."

At this time, Bai Yuelu's voice sounded in Lin Yi's ears again.

Bai Yuelu said a few more words.

Lin Yi became even more shocked.

What he heard was something that even Qi Zhuji had no idea and had never said.

It turns out that He Xiuxing was trapped in the Nantianyuan because he lost to Shen Yue. The Jiange closed the door and did not accept disciples, which was also part of the bet.

If He Xiuxing was alive, the bet would still exist. He was appointed in the Nantianyuan, and these people in Jiange were naturally trapped in this.

However, even He Cultivation is dead now. Will these people be trapped here for He Cultivation and for the things that have failed?

"How many people are here in Yulin Prison?" Lin Yi took a deep breath, and he tried his best to calm himself down and asked softly.

Qiu Xiao looked at him and said, "I'm the only one."

Lin Yi was a little unbelievable, "If I have a good feeling, you should just be as good as the artistic conception."

Qiu Xiao's expression did not change at all, and he still said calmly and respectfully: "General Lin, you have not sensed the mistake, I am just as good as the artistic conception."

"Without the rest of the cultivators, how can they be restricted from leaving?" Lin Yi raised his head and looked at the pavilions built along the mountains. These pavilions looked exquisite and quiet among the mountains. There was no wall outside these pavilions.

"They won't leave, and they won't let anyone go."
Chapter completed!