The window contains the snow of the West Ridge for thousands of years.

Someone is in Xiling and snow is under his feet.

The snow-capped mountains reflect a dazzling golden light in the sun. Two people stood quietly in the golden light. The wind could not blow the corners of their clothes, but their eyebrows were squeezed into deep wrinkles by this world.

"Senior Brother, have you really thought about it?"

"There is no way."

"But the court?"

"I can only choose one of the imperial court or sects."

One person wanted to speak but stopped and asked tentatively: "Can't you achieve both?"

The other man turned his head, with seriousness and awe in his expression, "Sword, go forward without moving forward, rather than bend!"

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, there was silent, only the sound of the wind whistled by.

There were also two people in the old courtyard.

The black-haired old servant, whose full name is Wenwei, brewed two cups of tea, handed one to the white-haired old man, and said softly: "Yunluo has killed Pan Chonglou and has injured his shoulder. Cao Ye came to help collect the tail."

The old man picked up the teacup, blew the foam of water, took a sip, with a gentle look of relief, "It's good enough."

Wen Wei nodded, agreed and asked, "Then will he come tomorrow?"

The old man looked at the bright moon in the sky, "I think he should have the patience to wait until it's time to come."

Wen Wei chuckled and said, "It's cruel enough to just have some thoughts on Pan Chonglou, just to die silently."

The old man sneered, "This way of dying is cheaper than what he has done."

Wen Wei nodded slightly, his thoughts aroused by the past, and both of them fell into silence.

The bright moon in the sky also spread the light in Luojia alley. After Yun Luo waited for Suihe to fall asleep, he quietly applied medicine to his shoulders. He didn't know what magic medicine he gave to Brother Cao. Now the wound has gradually scabbed, and he can hardly feel any discomfort.

Yunluo knew that Cao Yelai was not just a small shop in Shengxian Lake. He was also a little confused about how the two became friends, but what did that matter? Communicating with others is a lot of heart.

Brother Cao was actually not very willing to work this time, but after thinking about it, there was no better solution in such a short time, so he could only repay the kindness slowly.

The people in Si Wen Cao's words are concerned about the word "fast", and there are people walking in a hurry everywhere. Wei Hongyi sat in her seat and looked at her subordinates, with her expression full of confusion. If you look closely, you might even see a trace of anger.

"Can you hear it wrong?"

Liu Hesu stood below, smiling bitterly, "Sir, how could I hear this kind of thing wrong? Just now, the prince came to pass on the words of the prince in person. He said that Zhang Shangshu's affairs were not needed to be investigated. The palace will deal with the matter of Taifu Pan."

Before Zhang Shangshu's affairs were found out, another Taifu Pan came. The key point was that Si Wen Cao did not know about Taifu Pan, but the palace had already sent a letter.

"This means a lot." Wei Hongyi's heavy lips sighed and fell into deep thought on the dark chair.

So in this way, one night came quietly and left quietly in the conversation and in the wisps of thoughts.

For positive people, the world has become vibrant again, full of infinite hope and possibilities.

Yun Luo resisted the urge to find his master immediately. During these two days, he was still doing those hard and busy things like many days in the past many years.

But that beef noodle restaurant has never been opened again, and Yun Luo feels a little regretful about this.

After all, there is still a bowl of noodles left and I haven't returned.

On the third day, it was time to go to the master's yard to deliver vegetables. Today Yunluo was about to take Suihe with him.

These days, he has been thinking about what if he really can become a cultivator, Suihe will do? Her talent should be much higher than her. After all, a big man has asked him personally, and after Yun Luo's inquiry, he confirmed the identity of the big man, which made Yun Luo very guilty and forced her to agree.

The big name is Jiang Yan, the Minister of War of Shu Kingdom, and is recognized by the whole country as the successor of the country. He is known as "Youlin". This name alone has already represented many meanings.

What made Yun Luo not regretful was that Jiang Yan once left a note, which was not completely missed.

However, he still wanted to take Sui He to meet his master first and listen to his opinions. There was nothing else, but trust.

On the crowded street, Yun Luo pushed a wheelbarrow full of vegetables and walked slowly. Suihe was behind him, holding his clothes slightly, and looking around at the wealth and prosperity of Jincheng.

The prosperity of this city also attracted many others. Above a tall building, two young men in plain satin robes were leaning against the window, drinking one cup after another, full of thoughts. Looking at the city, the eyes were cold and indifferent, and in the private parts behind them were still sitting, playing and talking.

There are two types of practitioners in the world, including those who are included in genealogy and those who practice in the wild.

The former enters the sect to practice, and has formal inheritance and records. The path of practice is mostly smooth and smooth, but the difference is only the difference between personal talents and nature;

The wild cultivator of Shanzhai is self-learning and is nicknamed as a wild dog. Although the wild cultivator who occasionally has the opportunity to go against the will of heaven has made a name for himself, most of them are still at the bottom of the practitioners and are often looked down upon by the monks of genealogy.

There are many large and small practice sects in Shu Kingdom, but there is only one mountain gate with the name "Ziling Sword Sect".

The sacred land of sword cultivation, the leader of the five sects in the world, is enough to make the Xiling Sword Sect the pride of countless people in Shu, and also enough to make the pride of all the disciples of Xiling Sword Sect.

There was a circle of mountain patterns on the cuffs of the two boys' clothes. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that they were the prides of the Xiling Sword Sect.

The young man in the middle has a medium body, slender fingers and a proud face. He is Dong Shen, the eldest son of the Dong family in Xicheng.

His father, the head of the Dong family, was an important military official in the Shu Kingdom who guarded Cangwu County, southern Xinjiang. Being able to guard Cangwu, one of the gateways in southern Xinjiang, shows the trust of the Shu King. Dong Shen himself was also successful and successfully entered the Xiling Sword Sect to practice. He was even a very outstanding student in this class, which made his father look proud every time he spoke.

The young man beside him has a handsome face and a slender figure. His fitted clothes make him look like a banished immortal. He is the eldest son of Yu Mansion in Nancheng, Yu Heng.

As a wealthy businessman in Jincheng, Yu Mansion won a great victory in a gamble in his early years. From then on, he rose to the forefront of the wealthy people in Shu, and was free to roam the political and business circles.

The few people behind them were students from other sects in Shu, and they were more or less far from their family backgrounds, so they unconsciously avoided them, and gradually formed such a situation of starry surrounds the moon, which both of them also took for granted.

The rules of the world's practice sects are generally to allow disciples above the three realms to go down the mountain to travel, while ordinary students below the three realms can only go out to let go during holidays.

Many disciples of all sizes near Jincheng naturally regarded this colorful Jincheng as their first choice for venting the wind.

Obviously, at this time, the students in this elegant room were students under the three realms of good looks.

The flattery and support from everyone behind them didn't take it seriously at all. As the core disciples of Xiling Sword Sect, they knew a lot of inside information.

With a major change many years ago, the Xiling Sword Sect was strongly suppressed by the Daduan Dynasty and gradually declined.

At the same time, the Daduan Dynasty supported Qingxi Sword Pool and rose rapidly, provoking Xiling Sword Sect everywhere.

The Xiling Sword Sect can still maintain the title of the head of the five sects in name, but in fact it is already in internal and external troubles. In the five sect meeting two years later, there are even rumors that Qingxi Sword Sect may challenge the Xiling Sword Sect to replace the title of one of its five sects.

As a last resort, the sect leader of Xiling Sword Sect suddenly announced to the world a few days ago that he would select five people from this new student, teach the secret "Sword Sutra" handed down by the sect leader of Xiling Sword Sect. At the same time, he restarted the selection of sword crowns that had been suspended for many years and devoted the strength of the sect to cultivate the sect.

On the occasion of going down the mountain this time, the senior brother also informed everyone that if they find good seedlings, they can bring them. If they are indeed talented and accepted by the sect in the introductory test three days later, the recommended person can get an opportunity to go to the second floor of Jiange to check the Sword Sutra.

Yu Heng's eyes were scattered and floating around. He suddenly pushed Dong Shen beside him with his elbow, "Brother Dong, look."

Dong Shen looked at Yu Heng lazily, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Yun Luo's steps were still calm, but his heart was getting faster and faster. He turned the intersection ahead and walked dozens of steps to his master's courtyard. I don't know what kind of result would be waiting for him next.

A group of luxuriously dressed teenagers suddenly appeared in front of Yunluo's wheelbarrow. Yunluo stopped the car, and Sui He poked his head out from behind him. The two of them looked at the people in front of him.

Yun Luo recognized their clothes, and the disciples of the Cultivation Sect, especially the two leading ones, his eyes slid over the mountain patterns on their cuffs, Xiling Sword Sect.

Yu Heng saw Yun Luo's gaze and smiled. He wanted to pat Yun Luo's shoulder, but when he saw this coarse linen, he would forget it. He spoke, "Little brother, I'll give you a great fortune."

Yun Luo did not answer, and threw doubtful and vigilant eyes at him.

Yu Heng didn't care, so he pointed to the sky and pointed Suihe behind Yunluo, "Leave her to me, I'll take her to Xiling Sword Sect to become a cultivator." He paused, "In addition, I can pay you a lot of money, so much that you would never think of, for example, you can buy this building."

Yu Heng pointed to the tall building beside him. People from the merchant family learned how to do business since childhood, and did not say anything about selling it directly.

His expression was full of confidence. He could not refuse such conditions for a poor boy who needed to live with cool labor.

"No sell." A voice came calmly.

He expressed Yu Heng's hidden meaning and expressed his firm attitude.

Yu Heng was stunned, and the young men behind him also exclaimed.

This kid is crazy? Yu Heng's conditions are already very generous. If he changes his position, he will probably agree quickly.

Dong Shen was very impatient. If it weren't for the fact that the sect had such a task, he had to go to the second floor of the Jiange to read the long-awaited book "The Golden Ge Sword Art", which he had been thinking about for a long time. He happened to see that this girl was a rare embryo of cultivation, and he didn't mind accepting a pretty maid. He didn't want to go through so much trouble.

So he said, "Promise him, or you will die."

Yun Luo's brows were frowning tightly, and he could not defeat him. Pan Chonglou, who had just entered the Body Refining Realm, had already made him fight to the death, let alone so many practitioners in front of him.

Suddenly, a bearded man in purple clothes rushed over, blocked in front of Yun Luo, bowed to Dong Shen, Yu Heng and others, "Mr. Dong, Mr. Yu, all the young masters, Cen Wuxin, under the White Horse Gang, this person is my brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Dong Shen kicked Cen Wuxin's stomach, kicked him away, smashed him to the ground, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"The underground crawlers dare to come to me to seek face."

Just where Cen Wuxin fell, a black carriage slowly drove by. The style of the carriage was not exaggerated at all, and there was no sign at all, but the materials were exquisite. In the carriage, a woman was dressed in a black and beautiful face. She glanced at the conflict beside her from the side curtain blown by the wind, withdrew her gaze, and opened her red lips: "If the disciples of the Sword Sect are all virtues, it is no wonder that Old Man Chen wants to take out the "Sword Sutra of the Heavenly Sword" to attract new people."

The maid opposite was also beautiful and smiled and said, "The "Sword of the Heavens" must be the one in the lady's pocket. Not only that, the lady will also kill the limelight of the Jiangdong Mingzhu."

The beautiful woman ignored her and said in a voice that only she could hear: "Jiangdong Mingzhu, haha! Don't let me down Cui Zhi down."

As for the conflicts beside the road, she seemed to have not seen them.

In the courtyard, Wen Wei frowned and said, "He has always been on time. According to the truth, it should be here."

The old man frowned, closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out, and slapped on the rattan chair, "Bold!"

The body disappeared from its original position.
Chapter completed!