Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 203 Practitioners and ordinary people
His name is Meng Jinfan, an unknown name, but he is the sword master of the Immortal Sword.

Indeed, at least until today, no one knew his name.

Meng Jinfan was surrounded all around, and the venue was quiet for a long time.

After a long time, Tang Ge looked at him and said, "Apart from your name, what else do you want to say?"

The helplessness in Meng Jinfan's eyes disappeared, and he looked at Tang Ge with great interest and said, "I feel that you are very different, and I really want to fight with you."

Tang Ge said: "Fighting is fine, but I want to know where you came from?"

Meng Jinfan hesitated for a moment and pursed his lips and said, "I just want to tell you one person, but not now."

Tang Ge's eyes narrowed slightly, then nodded and said: "Then you come with us."

Meng Jinfan suddenly raised his head and said, "What's the benefit of wanting me to go with you?"

Tang Ge's expression froze, and he said, "If you don't want to follow, get out!"

Meng Jinfan immediately wilted.

Add one more person to the team.

Everyone left Jingjianmen and left the lake whirlpool.

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Kuiliu and the strong alien race have long since disappeared.

After Nian Ruyin left the lake, he went away alone, saying that he was looking for the whereabouts of the strong man of the foreign race.

Wu Cangyu walked to Tang Ge and said, "Uncle Master, Kui Liu took some pills from the pill sea."

Tang Ge asked: "What elixir?"

Wu Cangyu thought for a while and said, "Spirit Marrow Pill."

Spiritual marrow pills are extremely rare in the Kunlun world and are of great benefit to practitioners, but they have no effect on a strong person in the phaseless realm like Kuiliu.

So why does Kuiliu need this elixir?

Tang Ge only thought for a moment, then put this question behind him.

Except for a very few people, no one knew about the transaction between Kuiliu and Zhou Yirui in the Imperial Garden of Daming Palace.

The bargaining chip for the transaction is the Spiritual Marrow Pill.

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Compared to the raging ancient battlefield ruins, Chaotian City, thousands of miles away, was much calmer.

Qinglong District, Prime Minister's Mansion, there are two people drinking together in a solitary pavilion in the garden.

They retreated in all directions, but they were the only two.

Chu Yirui, the left prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Xue Ru, the minister of the Ministry of Rites.

Xue Ru's complexion looked much better than a few years ago, perhaps because he became a practitioner, he picked up the wine glass, touched Chu Yirui lightly through the air, and drank it down in one gulp.

"It must be a mess in the ruins of the ancient battlefield. I don't know why my lord pays so much attention to it? After all, we are just ordinary people."

A sneer flashed across Chu Yirui's face, and then he said with a light smile: "Master Xue, you don't have to hide it anymore, I already know about your stepping into the path of cultivation."

Xue Ru was startled, then smiled and drank another glass of wine.

Chu Yirui raised his eyes to the southwest, and said in silence for a moment: "Although in this world, there are far more ordinary people than practitioners, practitioners still hold the right to speak and the power of life and death."

Xue Ru lowered his eyes and remained silent. What he said made sense. Even within the Great Zhou Empire, the empress, the top practitioner, had the final say. Coupled with the deterrence of several divine generals, who would dare to Dissatisfied?

After a long time, he said: "I wonder what you want to express?"

Chu Yirui said: "Live longer and let yourself be free."

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet, and between words, the two touched the same string in their hearts.

They were all ordinary people before. For some reason, they were more or less exposed to some principles of practice, and then stepped on the road of practice.

I don't want to change my fate against the sky, I just want to let myself be free.

Although they are in high positions, under the huge roof of the Great Zhou Empire, they still keep their heads down, and their lives may die at any time.

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Xuanwu District, Huishitang.

The business of the medicine hall is as usual, dull but self-sufficient.

The clerk entertained the guests and dispensed the medicine, while Luo Shi, the treasurer of the pharmacy, lived in the inner room to watch, hear and ask.

He is not only the treasurer of Huishitang, but also the messenger of ghosts, but no one has hired ghosts through him for several years.

He's not depressed, just feeling a little bored.

A figure covered by a pitch-black bamboo hat walked into Huishitang against the cold sky.

No one, so no need to queue.

He sat directly opposite Luo Shi, staring at that Qingyong face through the curtain of the bamboo hat.

Luo Shi gently put down a prescription in her hand, then raised her eyelids, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

The bucket hat guest said: "Kill."

Luo Shi's expression froze. He hadn't heard such a voice for several years. He glanced at the man who was busy outside, and said in a low voice, "Who?"

The bamboo hat guest said again: "Shangguan Yin, Bai Qianchi."

Luo Shi's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he said in silence for a moment: "Baiqianchi is very expensive, and Shangguanyin is even more expensive."

The bucket hat guest said, "I know."

Luo Shi took a deep breath, gradually regained her composure, and said, "So the price..."

The man in the hat directly took out an exquisite wooden box from his arms and pushed it in front of Luo Shi, saying: "This is half, there will be the other half after the thing is done."

Luo Shi opened the wooden box with doubts and curiosity, a golden light reflected in his eyes, and his complexion immediately became brilliant.

Snapped!
He closed the wooden box and said excitedly: "The deal is done, go back and wait for the news."

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A few days ago, Bai Qianchi had broken through to the upper realm of Qianyuan, so it was naturally not easy to kill.

Although Shangguan Yin is not as good as him, everyone knows that he has a close relationship with the empress, so it is more difficult to kill him, and the empress cannot find out.

It was very difficult to kill these two people, but Luo Shi still took it, because the contents in the wooden box were enough to buy their lives.

Who has a grudge against Bai Qianchi?
Luo Shi recalled the news that the ghost received a few years ago, that the head disciple of Elder Wufeng, one of the five major town emissaries of Gu Yue Dongtian, was killed, which seemed to be the work of Bai Qianchi.

Now that Bai Qianchi is hiding in Xiaozhu by the lakeside of Xuanwu Lake, Wufeng naturally dare not attack Xiaozhu by the lakeside under the eyes of the Empress.

But ghosts dare.

Wufeng is far away in the ruins of the ancient battlefield, so the man with the bamboo hat is most likely sent by Wufeng.

If Bai Qianchi died, Shangguan would definitely know who did it, so he had to die too.

As everyone knows, the supreme ruler was not in the Daming Palace, which further contributed to the assassination.

As a result, a storm began to spread silently in Chaotian City.

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The setting sun turned into burning clouds, filling the entire western sky, and Xuanwu Lake was also reflected in a blood-red color.

Winter is coming.

On the second-floor terrace of the small building by the lake, Shangguan Yin and Bai Qianchi played chess in the cold wind. The two of them only saw the square inch world on the chessboard, and they were unmoved by all kinds of outside world.

The black and white chess pieces have fallen to nearly two-thirds of the board, and the faces of the two are as calm as water, and it is impossible to see where the outcome is.

Shangguan Yin's robe swayed gently in the cold wind, and the patterns in the shapes of masks, grimaces, and beasts seemed to come alive. He picked up a sunspot, but he refused to drop it for a long time.

Bai Qianchi looked away from the chess game, looked up at Shangguan Yin and said, "What's wrong?"

Shangguan Yin said: "Some bad feelings?"

Bai Qianchi said with a slightly different face, "Could it be that something went wrong in the battlefield ruins?"

Shangguan Yin put the sunspots back into the chess urn, looked southwest and said, "I don't know."

Bai Qianchi smiled lightly and said, "It's simple, you can figure it out if you pinch your fingers."

Shangguan Yin shook his head helplessly, picked up another sunspot, and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Snapped.

He placed the sunspots in the lower right corner, and a mysterious aura emanated from the chessboard.

Bai Qianchi sighed softly, picked up a white piece, and just when he was about to settle, his fingers stopped suddenly. He looked at Shangguanyin and said, "I might have to leave."

Shangguan Yin calmly asked, "Where are you going?"

Bai Qianchi said, "Xilu."

Shangguan Yin said, "Kunlun Mountain?"

Bai Qianchi shook his head sadly and said, "Shu Sect, there are some things that I need to solve."

Shangguan Yin said: "Okay, no matter what happens, you must protect yourself."

Bai Qianchi dropped Bai Zi and nodded slightly.

A snowflake fluttered down and landed on the white piece he had just dropped, gradually melting and turning into a layer of water vapor.

The two looked up at the same time, and Bai Qianchi couldn't help sighing, "It's snowing again."

Countless white spots slowly fell from the depths of the sky.

The two stared at each other for a long time, their faces became colder and colder, not because of the weather, but because of the black spots among those white spots that rapidly enlarged.

"ghost……"

Shangguanyin waved his hand, a mysterious aura swept out, and the chessboard flew into the attic.

(End of this chapter)