The lightning disperses.

The world is silent.

A piece of broken white shirt ashes slowly fell, falling on the wick of the glass.

The lightning in the glass cup fell.

The white shirt is broken.

The "scholar" that Han Yue loved the most disappeared in the space of this innate spiritual treasure without any trace. Unlike the previous "destruction", this is a complete "annihilation", punished and erased by cause and effect.

Every body inside the glass cup had a hint of compassion.

At the end of the practice of the demonic path, one can see the sunlight, achieve immortality, break Nirvana, and become immortal... But for hundreds of years, no such person has appeared.

The Snow Demon Lord among the Three Disasters is right.

The Han Yue is indeed the closest magic genius to "Nirvana" in these hundreds of years.

But this time, he paid a very tragic price to "kill Ning Yi"... From the moment Osawa Noshui moved, he violated the oath he made in the Liuli Palace. Thousands of thunder were added, and every time Liulishan used a killing move, the punishment of karma would be regained.

After the picture was revealed, Han Yue simply stopped hiding his intention to kill.

After killing dragons in the gray world, how could he have suffered such great humiliation?

With his will, who should I kill in the eastern realm? Ning Yi will be killed by his three kowtows and will be killed today.

He wanted to take action himself and crush this boy named Ning into pieces.

The price paid by Han Yue was already a little unable to bear to let a person of the Snow Demon Lord take action.

At this moment, the body of the scholar in the white shirt was scattered and wiped out by the thunder tribulation. Hundreds of figures sitting cross-legged in the glass cups stood up one by one, slowly, and their clothes were free of wind, and they raised their hands together.

The silence between heaven and earth is not because the catastrophe of oath has passed.

But because the real catastrophe is brewing.

All the "Nanlu" made an unanimous move. Each of them closed their eyes and gave up checking the outside world... This was the moment when he had the weakest control over the East Realm. He could have seen the secret technique of Liuli Mountain 800 miles of the East Realm before. At this moment, even if the treasure hall on the mountain collapsed, he could not notice it.

If a demon king takes action, his killing intention and karma may lead him to Nirvana, he will take a step back.

This is the biggest price he can bear.

In the old coffin at the bottom of Liuli Mountain.

The thin man who was sleeping with a lamp, murmured hoarsely.

"It's worth killing Ning Yi."

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...

The wind in Tiandu is very strong.

At dusk, the twilight was as bloody as the lanterns hanging in the mansion were blown almost parallel to the ground, and the fire inside was unstable.

The scattered passers-by held the collar of the robe in one hand and covered his face. He walked forward in a difficult situation against the wind, and hurriedly stepped on the bluestone slabs on the old street, stepping on the maple leaves, and making a husky and crisp sound.

A piece of broken maple leaf ashes were easily rolled up by the wind, floating upwards, crossing the thin swaying lanterns, crossing the gathering crowds, crossing the lively hustle and bustle somewhere, and crossing a very high wall.

If it grows eyes and looks down, you can see that under it is a staggered villa with red walls and white tiles. It is not very luxurious, but everything is available.

The fragments of this maple leaf flew very high.

But it was still twisted by two fingers.

The "young man" who twisted the maple leaf was sitting at the corner of the eaves of the roof, with scales and bricks under his blue shirt. He looked at the patterns and veins of the maple leaf. In late autumn, frost and cold had arrived.

He is said to be young because of his straight facial features, firm skin, and heroic eyebrows and eyes.

But he is no longer young.

The mottled gray hair grew on the temples, and the aging symbol gradually emanated from the eyes.

No one would have thought that a person would age so quickly.

Xu Qingke has been in seclusion here for a long time.

He pinched the maple leaf and saw the frost, coldness, and snow.

Xu Qingke rubbed his fingers, and the maple leaves completely turned into ashes and were annihilated in the strong wind.

He sat on the roof of the building. The roof of the small building was not very high, but at least some scenes in Tiandu City could be seen. Most of the ridges were placed in his eyes, but there were even higher pavilions blocking the view...such as the imperial palaces in the palace.

Looking out at the imperial city.

Frost and cold have arrived.

Xu Qingke left the roof and went downstairs silently, while calmly recalling his life.

Open the skylight from the roof and you can go downstairs and come to the top of the pavilion. It is full of ancient books, myths, deductions, life gates, and many ancient books, full of obscure words and sentences. If outsiders open it, it is like reading a heavenly book, and they cannot understand every word. However, Xu Qingke made notes, and every line, and even every word, there are detailed annotations. He wrote a whole book of "The Record of the World of the World" and even made revisions and corrections to the mistakes.

The man in blue shirt flicked his fingertips. He stood in front of the bookshelf, touching ancient books one by one, as if touching his "young" and "old" soul, and this "short" and "long" life.

He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

Xu Qingke came to an old wooden table, which was very clean and only had a painting.

The simple lead head, with uneven handwriting thickness, draws a little boy with a girl on his shoulder, on the other side of the wall.

On the other side, monkeys, monks, white horses, on the wooden platform, under the stage are heads one by one, applauding, cheering sounds painted with the curves of waves.

This painting is very clean.

On this side of the wall are sentient beings, and it is also a play.

On the other side of the wall are two lonely people... a pair of young brothers and sisters are lonely opera viewers.

Xu Qingke's recollection omitted a large part.

Start with this painting.

Perhaps from that day on... the little boy who could chisel the wall and steal the light and take his sister to watch the next troupe to perform, would have "dead".

Xu Qingke looked indifferent and touched this simple drawing.

In the years that followed, the passing of flowers was abruptly.

He suffered a lot, but it was nothing.

Because he had suffered more pain before... Perhaps because of his "sister", the whole process was much smoother than he thought.

From that day on, he began to implement plans step by step, kill bandits and rob goods, assist gangs, become famous in the Western Region, and then meet the young His Highness who held his breath and wanted to gain "power", and took a brilliant plan to pacify the Western Region, and then go to Xiling... and witnessed a crucial figure completing his transformation and ascending to the throne of Taiqing Pavilion.

Xu Qingke paid a lot to get the current situation.

Not for anything.

But to witness the future.

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...

The man in blue-shirt stared at the old painting that had been washed by time. His fingertips were soft and his eyes were a little soft...

If there is a slightest failure in the whole plan.

Then it was the little guy named "Ning" who rushed in front of Li Bailin and took off the "fine snow".

If so, there are more upsides.

Then he completely lost the trust of "Xu Qingyan" in himself.

Xu Qingke remembers the scene when he sent "Xu Qingyan" to Tiandu and to the Hongshan Plateau.

When the girl boarded the carriage, she stared at herself with angry and resentful eyes, without saying a word, like a stubborn deer.

After so many years of love between brother and sister, only hatred is left.

That's good.

The boy named Ning was a reliable person, and his sister was not without support.

He changed into a more "gentle" method and allowed Xu Qingyan to enter the palace.

All layouts have been completed.

There has been no news about him for a long time... It is because he no longer needs to do anything. He has supported what should be supported, and what should be suppressed has been killed. The causes planted will soon produce towering fruits.

So during this period, Xu Qingke seemed to have disappeared and never showed up again. Even in the power struggle between the East and West sects of Tiandu, he was like a sunken stone grain. Those strange strategies and layouts that matched his reputation did not appear on the surface at once.

Many staff members in the Western Region have vaguely heard the voices of calling him "a person who seeks fame and reputation."

But he doesn't care.

Clear guests, clean guests, innocent guests.

The name Xu Qingke... He liked it very much. He came to this world to "slowly" for a trip, not to be famous, nor did he want to be noble in front of outsiders.

One hundred and seventy-four days of retreat.

He deduced countless futures, witnessed countless fragments, and consumed a lot of life, ensuring that there were no mistakes in each link.
To be continued...