The Path Toward Heaven

The pen can be used to write and write great articles.

It can be used for painting, painting great rivers and mountains,

Can also be used to write characters.

Yi Mao Zhai is most famous for its calligraphy.

Calligraphy is the symbol.

If it weren't for the blessings of these scholars, how could the guards of the Jing Dynasty fight against the tide of snow country monsters in the north?

People who write well in calligraphy do not mean they are all good people.

Just like there is an old scholar in the old forest.

His realm is a bit high, and his origin is a bit mysterious.

After the old scholar came to Bulaolin, what he used most was the pen.

But now he seldom kills people with a pen. He just records and analyzes the case files on the cloud platform, and he also picks up a few newcomers he likes.

Liu Shisui was taken into the Forest of Immortality by him.

But what he didn't know was that staying in Yuntai these years was also recommended by an old scholar.

In the past few years, the old scholar's pen has finally become idle.

Or it was for this reason that he actually meddled.

Since that's the case, why kill another one.

The old scholar looked at Xi Wangsun and said.

Xi Wangsun said: In the past, I might have given you this face, sir. Anyway, I like this child very much, but not now.

The old scholar asked, Why?

Because in the past, it would be difficult for me to kill you, it would take some time, and my whereabouts might be exposed, but not now.

While speaking, Xi Wangsun's right hand slid over the Chuzi sword, and blood flowed out from the gap between the palm and the sword body.

The blood-smeared Chuzi sword still had a cold aura, but it was a little bit more evil, exuding a frightening coercion.

Looking at this scene, the old scholar said with emotion: This is the Chuzi sword? So you are really the descendants of the one in Nanhai.

Xi Wangsun didn't speak, and directly drew his sword.

A cold and murderous sword intent left Chuzi's sword body, turned into a real arc, and slashed at the old scholar through the air.

The wrinkles on the old scholar's face were blown deeper by the wind, making him look extremely sad.

A black writing brush emitting precious light flew out of his sleeve, flew at an unimaginable speed, and wrote a word in the air in an instant.

Liu Shisui and Xiao He didn't know what kind of magic weapon this black pen was, and they couldn't figure out what character it was.

Xi Wangsun naturally knew that this brush was the Guancheng brush among the Four Treasures of Yimaozhai Zhenzhai.

In the past, his respect or tolerance for old scholars originated from this to a large extent.

Of course, he also saw clearly that it was a word Jiang.

The iron chain crosses the river.

Jiang Hai sent the rest of his life to Jiang.

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Guan Cheng's brush was shining with precious light, and the written Jiang character was also shining with precious light in the air, like a real iron chain, which can stop all attacks in the world.

The sword light landed on that word without making any sound, and failed to cut through the opponent. It was gradually trapped between the strokes and was about to disappear.

Xi Wangsun took a step forward.

The bead curtain moved slightly, bringing out a crisp sound, and the yellow robe floated in the wind.

This step is King's Landing.

There was a crisp sound.

The word Jiang in the air suddenly shattered.

The sword light broke through the air and landed in front of the old scholar.

The old scholar took several steps back, his face pale.

There was another crackling sound.

Guancheng's pen fell to the ground, and the precious light was dimmed.

This doesn't mean that Yimao Zhai's Zhen Zhai's treasure is not as good as that of Nanhai's Chuzi Sword.

It's just that the realm of the old scholar is still some distance from that of Xi Wangsun.

If it wasn't for Guan Chengbi's protector, he should have been seriously injured by this time.

Xi Wangsun took another step forward, with even more momentum.

The old scholar didn't mean to give in, and looked at him quietly, with a sense of relief and relief in his eyes.

Xi Wangsun's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he turned his head to look at the eastern sky.

I don't know what he sensed, but he turned around and left without hesitation, and instantly turned into a sword light, disappearing into the sky.

The sudden change happened, and he still didn't want to let Liu Shisui go. Before leaving, he flicked his sleeves, and a sword intent went towards Liu Shisui's chest.

Liu Shisui was seriously injured and could not avoid the sword.

Xiao He threw herself on him.

The next moment, she woke up and couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

I don't know if it's because the bracelet has had too much influence on her mind these years, or because she's been thinking about it all these years. Letting Liu Shisui leave alive has become some kind of obsession, and she pounced on it without even thinking about it.

Why are you so stupid? I should die next, is this considered stupid?

Xiao He laughed at herself thinking about these things, but found that death did not come, and she didn't even feel pain.

She sat up and found that she was not injured, she couldn't help feeling a little dazed, and then noticed Liu Shisui's face was very pale, looking behind her.

Xiao He followed his line of sight and found that old scholar standing in front of them.

The old scholar looked calm, as if he hadn't done anything, and a fan appeared in his hand at some point.

Liu Shisui had seen this fan before.

Back then in the small mountain village, the old scholar wiped out the ghost of a Xuanyin sect master with a single swipe.

But just now he saw very clearly that the old scholar only had time to take out his fan, but he did nothing.

Are you all right?

he asked in a trembling voice.

fine.

The old scholar said.

Just as the voice fell, there was a soft crackling sound between the cliffs.

The old scholar was still wearing the blue gown that had been washed until it was whitish.

Suddenly there was a tear on the front of the gown.

Blood spurted out.

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Chaoge City is still raining, pattering, very disturbing.

The black eaves of Taichang Temple are shiny by the rain.

The people under the eaves were a little distraught.

Whether it is the officials of Taichang Temple or Qingtian Division, they are too busy today. People are being arrested and dead everywhere in Chaoge City.

And they knew that they couldn't rest tomorrow, and in the next few days, more people would be sent to Chaoge City and to the Demon Town Prison, waiting to be interrogated by them.

Of course, most of the ones sent to them should be corpses.

Not only killing people, the level of suicide of the assassins of the old forest is also quite high.

The most difficult thing to wipe out Bulao Lin is to find their spies hidden in the imperial court and the orthodox sect.

The problem is that those assassins will commit suicide on the spot after their defeat, and there is no way to find clues.

There is another extremely difficult thing that has been forgotten by everyone, because no one dared to expect such an opportunity before today.

Lu Guogong looked at Jin Mingcheng and said, That is to catch the leader behind the old forest.

Xi Wangsun is very mysterious.

Legend has it that he is the younger brother of the Sword God of the West Sea and possesses great power in the Sword School of the West Sea, but apart from the winners at the annual Four Seas Banquet, few people have seen his true face.

Even for those winners of the Four Seas Banquet, who knows whether the Xi Wangsun they saw is real or not?

If such a character disappears in the sea of ​​people, it will be difficult to find him again.

He should be at the breaking sea level, maybe even higher. Looking at the Chaotian Continent, there are not many people who can win against him steadily. No matter how many people go there, he may run away.

Jin Mingcheng said: So the most important thing is to determine his position. Of course, at the beginning, His Majesty just wanted to bury an idle pen, and didn't hold much hope.

Only then did Duke Lu realize that the imperial court had already made arrangements, and sighed, No wonder the picture of mountains and rivers in the palace a few years ago suddenly disappeared.