There is a group of people in this world who use swords as the foundation of their practice and do not understand the changes in the stars or observe the various conditions in the world. They are unique, but their lethality is very high. A sword cultivator versus a cultivator is basically

It was an unquestionable victory. But they were arrogant and lived alone, so people still tolerated their existence. They were called sword cultivators by the world.

Then they were targeted by some people at some point, and were massacred one after another. By the time they realized this problem, too few sword cultivators survived.

And those who survived established a sect that only belonged to sword cultivators, the Sword Pavilion.

This is the origin of Jiange.

Sitting in a carriage, Li Shuyue stood barefoot on a piece of land wearing a long red dress. She was so beautiful that even without makeup on her face, she looked like an elf in the night sky.

Getting closer and closer to Chang'an City, Li Shuyue suddenly remembered the origin of the sword pavilion engraved on a stone tablet on the mountain behind the sword pavilion.

It was a shameful history of sword cultivators. No one knew who those people were, because everyone who had seen those people had died back then. They could only rely on the few words passed down to know that those people were very strong, so powerful.

Back then, sword cultivators did not dare to take revenge.

There are more than a dozen carriages here, all with a sword embroidered on them as their logo. They are the disciples of Jiange who came to Chang'an City for exchanges. Beside the carriages, countless disciples of Jiange were sitting there to rest.

Standing on this land not far from Chang'an City, Li Shuyue looked at the nearby Chang'an City under the moonlight, thinking that some bastard came here without saying a word, she was really angry.

"Snapped."

Li Shuyue angrily stepped on a rotten branch, and the branch snapped.

When I see that bastard, I will stab him countless times as the price for making me angry.

Li Shuyue suddenly blushed. That bastard had no cultivation, so he had better stab him less, otherwise he would be injured and she would have to take care of him.

Seeing Li Shuyue's blushing expression, Xiaoyue knew that her young lady was thinking about that bastard who made her miss her day and night. Xiaoyue really didn't deserve it for her own young lady. What's so good about that bastard? The young lady is the saint of Jiange.

A presence that countless men admire.

"Let's go, let's go." An old voice not far away said.

"Xiaoyue is gone." Li Shuyue looked at the maid goddess You Tianwai beside her, took Xiaoyue's arm, woke her up, and walked back to the carriage.

"Ah, miss, okay." After Xiaoyue was awakened by Li Shuyue, she hurriedly followed the miss back to the carriage.

The disciples of Jiange also returned to the carriage at this time. After everyone was seated, the carriage drove slowly towards Chang'an City.

In the ruined temple, Wang Yi was sitting there, Zhang Ren was sitting there, still saying nothing, but looking at Wang Yi from time to time, while Wu Qi was lying next to Wang Yi, accompanying him.

As for Wang Yi, he stood at the door and looked coldly at Wang Yi who was sitting on the ground. After all, I have known Wang Yi for so many years and it is rare to see him looking so dull.

"I'm fine. But don't think about killing Black Crow. That guy's abilities are beyond your ability to deal with."

"He killed countless people when he was a bandit. Your actions are all in vain in his eyes."

"Even if it's revenge, we have to wait until we have the strength to go. Now the Black Crow has to take our information back."

"If you don't want to find the person behind the scenes, just take action. I won't stop you and I won't take action."

After a brief silence, Wang Yi took the lead in breaking the calm and gave everyone a serious and sincere advice.

"snort."

Wang Yi snorted coldly, but had no objection. After all, it seemed just now that Wang Yi's power should be the highest among the four. The aura that Wang Yi exuded when he beat the black crow violently

The breath seemed very familiar to her. Her father said that it was the smell of spiritual energy.

In the ruined temple, under the moonlight, there was silence.

Outside the ruined temple, Yan Song sat leisurely on the edge of the carriage, drinking wine from the flask under the moonlight, and looking in the direction of the ruined temple from time to time.

What a bunch of kids, they get into trouble whenever they disagree.

Yan Song looked at the person walking towards him, and the wine in the wine bottle was much less.

The visitor was clearly the black crow.

Black Crow covered his chest and kept adjusting his breathing.

"Hey, the arrogant Black Crow will also be beaten." Yan Song looked at the Black Crow with a playful expression and teased.

"Humph, what's the matter with Yan Song? Let's talk." Black Crow didn't care about the teasing. What he cared about was that Yan Song wanted to meet his purpose today. That was the reason why Black Crow walked out of the ruined temple.

"We have kept our promise and fully integrated the four of them into Chang'an City, so should our things be given to us?" Yan Song shook the wine flask in his hand vigorously for a few times. After confirming that there was no more wine, he put the wine flask

Hanging it on his waist, he raised his head and looked at the black crow quietly.

Black Crow looked at the scholar in front of him who he personally sent to Chang'an City back then. He was now the accountant of Prince Yan's Mansion and was actually the chief military advisor of Prince Yan. He really didn't expect that the scholar back then would be so immeasurable now.

Black Crow took out a piece of paper from his arms and threw it towards Yan Song. Yan Song stretched out his hand, put the paper into his arms and continued to look at Black Crow.

Black Crow was very confused. He had already handed the document to him, what else did Yan Song want to do.

Yan Song seemed to have guessed what the black crow was thinking, and said to the black crow: "The official business is done, let's talk about private matters."

The book in Yan Song's hand gave off a faint starlight and suddenly flew out, like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, hitting the black crow. The black crow flew out instantly and landed heavily not far away. The blood in its mouth could not stop flowing out.

Yan Song dodged and put his foot on Black Crow's head: "I remember you hitting me like this back then."

After raising his foot and stepping on Hei Ya's chest, he looked down at Hei Ya who was lying on the ground in extreme pain and said: "When I entered Chang'an City, I said that I must take back the shame of the past.

Come."

Yan Song withdrew his foot from the black crow and spat at the black crow: "Scum."

"I really don't understand how you survived back then. After all, those old people who betrayed Luoyang City would be hunted down by Qin Tianjian himself."

Yan Song took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and looked at the black crow lying on the ground with an expression of disgust.

Black Crow fell to the ground, covering his wound, watching Yan Song gradually walk away until he returned to the carriage. He had no idea of ​​resistance. The aura in the book showed that the child who was ravaged by him at will wanted to have a future.

Extraordinary power, that is the power he has been pursuing for half his life.

Cultivation requires talent and resources. If you have the talent to practice but don’t have the method to practice, it won’t work. If you have the method to practice but don’t have the talent, it still won’t work.

Black Crow is the best example. He has been in the world for many years, but he lacks the skills to practice. He really doesn't have the talent, so he has no choice but to accept the recruitment, join the Qintian Prison, and become an intelligence leader.

Then during a battle, he was caught, but instead of dying, he became one of them.

The black crow got up from the ground and walked slowly back into the ruined temple.

In the ruined temple, everyone looked at the seriously injured Black Crow without any pity, and even felt a little happy. It was a good thing for them that someone had already taught Black Crow a lesson.

"Okay, after tonight, you can do your own thing in Chang'an City, but don't forget the mission we came here for."

"Finding out the person behind the Youzhou case is our top priority, and the rest should not cause trouble."

Wang Yi looked at Black Crow with an expression of indifference, and walked out of the ruined temple. The rest of the people followed closely, and no one paid attention to the seriously injured Black Crow.

Outside the ruined temple, inside the carriage.

Wang Yi looked at Yan Song who was sitting on the side of the carriage, and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this seemingly weak scholar could be so secretive. No one can defeat the Black Crow except the practitioners. The Black Crow has been in the world for many years.

It's not unreasonable. Martial arts and intelligence are both superior choices.

"Master Yan and Black Crow are old acquaintances?" Wang Yi asked Yan Song tentatively.

Yan Song put his head out of the carriage and looked at the moon in the sky, muttering: "I was also one of the people he sent in back then."

"The Qintian Prison led by Black Crow killed countless people in Youzhou. He should have died long ago. I will always remember the scene when my parents died in front of my eyes."

"Can't forget."

After telling his story in a few words, Yan Song's mood became a little low, and he just leaned there blankly, his eyes empty.

Wang Yi was a little surprised when he looked at Yan Song, whom he had never seen before. He didn't expect that there would be such a thing in the past. The black crow really did all kinds of evil in those days.

"Boy, seven of us came to Chang'an back then, but six of us died, and I was the only one left."

"So, when King Yan decided to fight back against His Majesty the Ming Emperor, I proposed that you join the Jin Yiwei, both for public and private purposes."

"The reopening of Jinyiwei is a good move. For Emperor Ming, it is enough to disgust him, but not enough to fall out with us."

"As for you, when I saw you standing at the gate of the academy, you really looked like me back then. I couldn't find the Youzhou case back then, so I could only identify it as belonging to you people."

"Also, don't die, otherwise all my efforts will be in vain."

Yan Song told little things one by one, and also explained why he wanted to help Wang Yi, which solved Wang Yi's doubts.

It turns out that Yan Song is not only a native of Youzhou, but also a person sent by Youzhou to Chang'an to investigate the Youzhou case, but how could he become a member of Prince Yan's palace?

Wang Yi looked at Yan Song as if asking for confirmation. Yan Song seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and shook his head without saying anything.

It’s not that I don’t say anything, it’s that I have nothing to say.

The carriage returned to calm, and the two people were silent with their own thoughts.

"Sir, there are a pair of carriages ahead." At this time, a voice came from outside the carriage.

"Who?" Yan Song asked.

"It seems that he should be from Jiange." The person outside replied.

Wang Yi suddenly froze when he heard this. He was about to meet her so soon. How could it be such a coincidence?

Yan Song also noticed Wang Yi's abnormality. He looked at Wang Yi who was restless and said with interest, "Follow us and don't cause trouble."

"Yes, sir." The person outside the carriage said respectfully.

Wang Yi's eyes met Yan Song who was looking at him. Yan Song seemed to have discovered something interesting and was waiting for Wang Yi's next performance. Wang Yi pretended not to see it and said, "I won't say anything."

Looks like he's acting like a rogue.

Yan Song was not to be outdone. He just looked at you, Wang Yi, and said, "Don't you say anything? I will keep an eye on you until you say something."

The two scholars began to stare at each other.

Not far away, Jiange's carriage drove slowly past the carriage of Prince Yan's Mansion.

Xiaoyue was still chatting with Li Shuyue there, and most of the time, she defended her young lady.

In the center of the motorcade, in a carriage, an old man wearing a white robe slowly opened his eyes, looked across the carriage at the carriage passing by the motorcade, and murmured: "The people of King Yan.
Chapter completed!