The Fu of Killing Immortals Through Time Traveling

Chapter 50 Luoyang, the Imperial Capital

My heart is empty, as if something has been dug away

——I never thought that everything would happen so quickly, fell in love with a man so quickly, and lost him so quickly, I thought I still had a lifetime, but in the end it was only a few months, and I missed him more and more , remorse, imprinted in the heart, in the bones, every drop of blood seems to be flowing with the original love——

Yang Zhao.

The smell of this name seems to have not dissipated, the warm touch is still in the palm of the hand, but the person is no longer there, the familiar colic in the heart came again, and the slight trembling of the whole body was also familiar, he was used to this kind of pain.

—but how could he die?Died in that place.

In the end, what is gradually lost is the longing for the future...

The wet bluestone slabs are paved into a broad avenue. The color of the sky is hard to see clearly under the mist. Low-key and luxurious carriages pass by the official road in an endless stream. The noble family crests are engraved on the carriages, attracting attention. , at the city gate, all kinds of people come and go, making noise and laughing.

This is Luoyang, the imperial capital of the world.

Looking up here, I can feel the most real and rich atmosphere of this era. The majestic and majestic Luoyang City, people all over the world have walked through this splendid city. As the center of political power in the Tang Dynasty, such a history is as ancient as a long river. live.

But even such a glorious city of Luoyang has muddy and dark alleys. Apart from narrow and crude shops, there are only passers-by in a hurry, wearing bamboo hats, walking around with swords and knives, and occasionally licking the heart with cold eyes. On others, people only feel chills.

Quickly passed through this place, and silently glanced at the dark red tattered curtain in front of him through the edge of the bamboo hat, this is the place.

But someone seemed to be there before him.

Xiao Qing quickly swept past the figures of the two people standing in the store, and then stood in the distance, waiting silently, looking into the distance, with pale lips and barren eyes.

It has been a long time since that day, so long that he has recovered from his injuries, and has reached the late stage of the Purple Mansion. It has been so long that he went back to Yangzhou, saw the Linglian Gate where the war was still raging, and received a letter from Ban Xia , let him go to Luoyang to find her and Bai Ziren after returning home.

It seemed that he was the only one left in Linglianmen.

From what the letter said, it seems that the old sect master had a long-term vision and had a sense of the crisis, so he let Bai Ziren accompany Ban Xia on a mission of internal training within the family. Ban Xia's family is indeed not simple. Luoyang, although the power is lonely, it still takes root here, and its background is extraordinary.

The cool water vapor permeated the alley, and the monks who wandered quietly occasionally cast a glance at Xiao Qing, and then looked away indifferently, all this was commonplace for them.

"Since you are going to Jiang's house in Huaiyang, I will definitely help you, but I don't know what you plan to do with Miss Li."

The last arrow was shot by the ancestor of the Jiang family. The power of the Jiang family was higher than that of Huaiyang City. It was not easy to get revenge, so he couldn't refuse Gan Sui's help, but of course he couldn't take Li Chuer with him.

"Why can't you let me go? I'm going. I'm going to avenge Yang Zhao. I haven't used the two things in my hand yet." Before they finished speaking, Li Chuer rushed over from the side and grabbed his cuffs.

How should I put it, unwilling to beat around the bush, he rejected her directly, "I'll take you back." His cultivation base is not high, not to mention, the Jiang family has a good relationship with her family, if she is caught, she Your life will be troubled.

Before they left, Li Chu'er stuffed the lotus seeds and banana leaves into Xiao Qing's hands, and burst into tears.

And the Jiang family of Huaiyang's aristocratic family also deeply felt the taste of being hated and assassinated by a lone cultivator during that time. Gan Sui's relationship with the family had broken down, and Xiao Qing had no reputation before In Linglianmen, it is just an image of a fool who is not seen by others.

They are not worried, and they can all give it a go.

The lotus seed destroyed most of the Jiang family's resident, Xiao Qing and Gan Sui teamed up to kill the four Jiang family disciples who were chasing them, and seriously injured Jiang Mu's dantian, making it impossible for him to improve his cultivation. And the ancestor of the Jiang family, even though he possessed the cultivation base of the spiritual silence period, even attracted four or five guest ministers to tease him.

Still, Xiao Qing found an opportunity, and took advantage of the characteristic of assassination and entanglement of Weiyin Vine Erosion Spirit, as he wished, he killed this person at the cost of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred.

Even though the elders of the Jiang family issued a lore killing order in the future, chasing and killing those who were on the verge of death several times, he did not regret it at all.

Xiao Qing reached out and pushed open the door in front of him, and the two people from just now had disappeared.

When he entered, there was a man coming up from the stairwell. He was dressed in black and had a sword. His pale face looked extremely gloomy. Under his dark eyebrows were eyes like cold stars. His eyes were as black as ink, and Bright and scary.

"Post." A cold voice.

Xiao Qing poked his right hand out from under the wide cloak with a blank face, and handed over a pure black post. He noticed that the other party's gaze was on his hands. The nails on the fingertips were neat and the fingertips were moderately thin. , This is undoubtedly a pair of hands holding a sword.

"Room 308, once every three days." The other party's voice was still cold, and he threw a black sign with bloody runes on the front counter.

Xiao Qing picked it up without saying a word, watched the other party turn around and walk in without saying a word, followed him, and went down the stairs, the man stood still at the turn, only watching Xiao Qing walk in, Only then turned around and left.

Gently press the sign on the enchantment exuding the aura of essence, and the enchantment seems to be squeezed open, pulling out a tunnel for only one person to pass through, and at the end of the tunnel is Xiao Qing's room.

A pair of long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and glanced at a jade face plate behind the door, on which were the number and time scrolled, Xiao Qing stood in front of the jade face plate for a while, until he saw his number appear, then lowered his eyes slightly , pulling the corner of his mouth like a sneer indifferently.

Room 308, one session every three days.

This place is the most popular, grandest and darkest competitive gambling arena under Luoyang City.

Half a month ago, when I fought against the Lord of Yangzhou and obtained the qualification to participate in the martial arts, the Lord of Yangzhou took out the post and recommended Xiao Qing to come to this place, which made him more confident of winning, so Xiao Qing wanted to Stay here for a month, lay down the record, while honing your fighting skills, while waiting for Ban Xia and Bai Ziren to receive the news and come to him.

It's not that he doesn't want to meet with the Banxia family, but now that he is wanted by the Jiang family, it will be a troublesome thing if his identity is revealed.

The water in the bucket was still boiling hot, so Xiao Qing took out a bottle of purple liquid medicine and poured it in. This is the quality medicine bath he was looking for when he came all the way to Luoyang. However, there are many benefits.

After soaking in it, the skin turned red, the indifferent aura between the eyebrows and eyes was surrounded by water mist, and the fire burned like a soldering iron kissing and eroding all parts of the body, but it was also in such pain that the spiritual power in the body was accumulated in just half a month. More than double.

The film of distance from another realm is actually not thick, and it is only a matter of time before Xiao Qing wants to break through, but because he wants to participate in martial arts, he suppresses the breakthrough, and instead cultivates the spiritual power in his body to a more abundant level, This is also a process of accumulation.

Suddenly, he lifted his black hair and glanced sideways.

Hanging on the screen, twisting slender vines around the black robe, it is the advanced micro-yin vine. After absorbing the divine source liquid, the dark red color on its body completely faded away, leaving it in icy black.

Half-closed his eyes, although his expression remained motionless, Xiao Qing's right hand was slightly raised, letting the vines whizz around his wrist as if intimately.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Qing asked in a low voice, watching the movements of the little vine.

Then there was a subtle voice in Xiao Qing's mind, "Your Majesty, you don't have to force yourself like this—"

"It's okay, this is just laying some foundations for the future." Xiao Qing grabbed his right hand with his left hand to calm down their trembling, "If I can't even bear this bit of pain, what future will I have in the future?"

Although it is unrealistic, but now Xiao Qing has another idea against the sky.

Since there is the underworld, there are souls, there are immortals, and there are demons, then resurrection from the dead is an impossible thing to achieve?

...

The setting sun shines in through the air holes above the head, but it doesn't bring any warmth to this gloomy room. It's just a small room of a few square meters. At the head of the bed, there is only a cold scabbard standing there, extremely black. The slender and powerful hands are tightly gripped on the hilt of the sword.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

After a sound, he opened the door and walked in. A young man was also equipped with a long sword. His knife-like gaze was on the man in the darkness, and he said sharply, "Your Excellency is Ghost Sword?"

The people in the dark didn't look at him, like a statue without the aura that people should have.

"Why didn't you come to the battlefield today!" The young man's hand holding the sword was bruised, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Do you know where my sword master came from, and what is my cultivation level? I have wagered desperately to the present day. The ranking is just to challenge you, but you actually choose not to fight and lose!"

"You want to kill me." The man said suddenly, looking up at the young man coldly.

The young man tensed his right arm, and the sword in his hand was slowly lifted, with anger and murderous intent in his eyes, "Ghost Sword, I know you must be afraid of me if you don't show up, but others are making irresponsible remarks, thinking that I I don't even have the qualifications to let you play, today, I will kill you!"

After he finished speaking, the ice wheel-like sword light flashed dazzlingly, and the power and spiritual force emitted by the sword were already impressive.

But the young man's sword stopped in mid-air, and his face, which was originally lively, was bloodless.

In an instant, so fast that no one could clearly see what happened, the person in the darkness rubbed his fingertips on the sword, rubbed it casually, and wiped off a smear of red on the pitch-black sword.