I have a role in the heavens

Ning Yao chose to settle the matter, but the old man refused to let it go. He stamped his feet hard and the ground in the alley began to shake. His figure was like a strong wind, blowing past the young man in brocade clothes, his hair on his temples and the sleeves of his brocade robes. They were all blown away. As a powerful person in the Sui Dynasty, the old man could not tolerate being threatened by a young girl.

The old man took two feet with one step. The second step, the third step, and the fourth step. Every time he took the step, the ground made a heavy muffled sound. He jumped up high and punched Ning Yao's chest. back.

Feeling the danger behind him, Ning Yao twisted his waist suddenly, using the toes of his left foot as a support point, he drew the sword out of its sheath with his right hand, and a small flash of snow-white light that was more dazzling than the sun emerged, and he slashed at the old man behind him.

The tall old man came at him with overwhelming force, and punched the blade directly. A bloody mark was cut on the back of his hand by the sharp blade. The old eunuch suddenly fell to the ground and continued to charge forward. Pang Ran pushed hard Ning Yao kept walking backwards.

The tall old man raised his palm and pushed it on Ning Yao's forehead slowly but quickly. The secret energy in his palm was about to shatter Ning Yao's head.

Ning Yao's expression changed, and he quickly moved his feet and body sideways, pinched the sword technique with his left hand, and with a bang, the flying sword penetrated the old man's chest, revealing the blood-stained sword tip.

The old man's complexion changed, he held the flying sword in his right hand, pulled it out with all his strength, and forcefully pulled the sharp flying sword out of his chest.

Ning Yao took this opportunity, and with a body as strong as a civet cat, he climbed up the wall and disappeared deep into the alley.

When the young man in brocade clothes saw this scene, his face was extremely gloomy, his fists clenched, he glared at the tall old man and scolded.

"The eunuch in charge of the Royal Horse Supervisor, Wu Yue and Wu Diao Temple! Why did you go against my wishes and act paranoid? Do you really think that you, Wu Diao Temple, are the most invincible in this town? It was obviously our mistake first, and she also You've never been aggressive, you've settled the matter, so why are you so vicious? It's just too much!"

The old man looked away from the direction Ning Yao escaped from, turned around and walked back, his waist straight and even more majestic. He walked step by step, as if stepping heavily on his heart.

The young man in brocade felt the suffocating power, his heart was filled with anger, his eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth.

"Yu Ma Jian Wu Diao Si, you are committing a capital crime!"

The old man's expression was as usual, he looked at the young man in brocade clothes calmly and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty must decide whether our family will live or die!"

"The safety of His Highness is the most important thing. This girl's presence in the town is a threat. Only if she dies will our family be completely relieved!"

The old man looked at the angry young man in brocade clothes and sighed. Complex memories flashed through his cloudy eyes and he spoke slowly.

"Your Highness, our family has lived in the palace for more than sixty years. We have seen too many intrigues, bloody, vicious, and numerous. We really have no confidence in people's hearts. We only protect them. We have personally solved more than thirty assassinations on the way. Your Highness, the insidiousness of those assassins is beyond imagination, especially those who are so insane that they are simply unreasonable!"

The young man in brocade clothes was furious and his body was shaking slightly. He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the tall old man. He opened and closed his mouth to scold him again.

"What a loyal eunuch!"

Suddenly, a clear voice of suppressed anger came from the alleyway behind the two of them. Zhou Jue, wearing a green robe, slashed beside the assassin's body. His face was terrifyingly cold, and his bright eyes were filled with murderous intent. The terrifying power and pressure enveloped the entire alley, and the air became stagnant, making the old man with a straight waist become rickety.

"But you actually dare to bully my junior sister, do you really think that I, Zhou Jue, am a piece of clay?!"

Zhou Jue didn't have a chance for the old man to speak. He raised his right hand and put his index and middle fingers together. A sword energy lingered on his fingertips. He flicked the sword energy and the sword light was bright. The whole alley seemed to have turned into a world of swords. A flash of cold light easily cut off the old man's head. His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that he, a great master of martial arts, could be killed with a single sword.

The anger in the young man's heart dissipated instantly, and he looked at the old man's body lying on the ground with a dull expression, his face pale. Although he was not satisfied with Wu Diao Si's independent decision-making, he also understood that the other party was loyal to him and just wanted to eliminate hidden dangers.

However, Wu Diao Si, a rare martial arts master in the Sui Dynasty, was beheaded with a sword in an alley, and he was seeking justice for the girl in black just now. The young man in brocade clothes was not afraid in his heart, and his body trembled slightly. He was shaking like chaff, cold sweat instantly filled his forehead, and he didn't dare to move.

Zhou Jue's cold gaze swept across the face of the young man in brocade clothes. A sharp edge made the hair on the young man's face stand up instantly. A great fear arose in his heart. His breathing was stagnant. He didn't dare to breathe. He was holding back. His face turned red.

"You are quite sensible!"

Zhou Jue withdrew his gaze and said something coldly. Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared into the alley, and he didn't know where he went.

"Hoo! Hoo!! Hoo!!!"

The boy in brocade breathed rapidly, and all the pores on his body opened instantly. A lot of sweat flowed out, and the clothes on his body were soaked. His heart was beating violently and it was difficult to calm down. He had to press his chest with his right hand. His feet were weak and he fell on his butt. Sitting on the ground, looking at the corpse of Wu Diao Si next to him, he said with a frightened expression.

"What a terrible person, just one look almost made me nervous!

"If you hadn't insisted on eradicating the roots, how could you have caused the disaster of killing yourself!"

The wide-open eyes on Wu Diao Si's head stared straight at the young man in brocade clothes, with astonishment, shock, regret, and fear in them, which were extremely complicated. No one knew what the loyal old eunuch was thinking in his mind at the last moment of his life.

At this moment, a slender middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly appeared at the end of the alley, walked slowly, came to the body of the killer, squatted down, took off his mask, and saw only a strange face with no eyebrows, a cut nose, and words carved on his face. The assassin should have been a prisoner when he was alive. This plan must have started from the Confucian Temple.

When the young man in brocade clothes saw the Confucian scholar, he quickly stood up from the ground, his eyes were slightly hot, and he saluted with his fists.

"But Mr. Qi from Shanya Academy?"

The young man in brocade clothes also learned about Qi Jingchun's identity from his father, knowing that he was a Confucian saint with a respected status and terrifying strength, and he needed to be respectful to him.

"You have violated the rules of the town, you can leave!"

Qi Jingchun slowly stood up, looking at the young man in brocade clothes calmly, not taking the most outstanding prince of the Great Sui Dynasty seriously, and asked him to leave.

For outsiders fighting each other in the town, according to the rules set by the first four saints, the punishment is not severe, but it is not light either. Compared with the indiscriminate killing of ordinary people in the town, there is an obvious loophole in the fight between outsiders, which allows people to make up for the loss.

The Emperor Gao of the Great Sui Dynasty spent half of his savings in the inner treasury to get a place for the young man in brocade clothes to enter the Lizhu Cave Heaven, just to eliminate the disaster at this time.

The young man in brocade clothes did not care about Qi Jingchun's cold attitude, and continued to speak very sincerely.

"Mr. Qi, if you have the opportunity in the future, can you come to my Great Sui Academy to give lectures? My Great Sui Dynasty is willing to respect you as the national teacher, and the position is waiting for you!"

Qi Jingchun took a deep look at the young man in brocade clothes, then looked at the body of the old man on the ground, shook his head, waved his sleeves, and said coldly.

"Leave quickly!"

The young man in brocade clothes looked helpless and did not dare to stay any longer. He walked straight towards the outside of the town.

On the other side, in a quiet alley running north-south, the creaking sound of wheels kept coming. A young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown had closed his fortune-telling stall early today and was pushing his cart forward leisurely.

Suddenly, a girl in black staggered out from the fork of the alley, leaning against the wall, moving slowly, covering her mouth with her right hand, blood oozing from her fingers, and pointing at the young Taoist priest with her left hand.

Seeing this, the young Taoist priest lowered his head in a hurry, as if he was very timid and afraid of things, muttering something in his mouth.

"Can't see me, can't see me, Taishang Laojun is as urgent as the law, forget it, let the Buddha bless you, and the Bodhisattva show up!"

When the time came, this young Taoist priest did not pray to the Three Pure Ones, but instead worshipped the Buddha and the Bodhisattva, which was really a bit outrageous.

Ning Yao used up his last bit of strength, staggered towards the young Taoist, fell to the ground, and held the young Taoist's ankle tightly with his left hand.

The young Taoist held his head with both hands, looking crazy and about to collapse, as if looking up to the sky and asking why he had encountered such a big trouble.

"Are you kidding me? I have been traveling all over the world for many years, sleeping in the open air, trekking through mountains and rivers, and often being bitten by dogs on the street. I have a very hard life! Damn the Gao family of the Sui Dynasty, and the old dog surnamed Wu, you wait for me. Such a big cause and effect has been thrown on my head. It is simply treating me as a big injustice. This account will not be settled for five hundred years!"

The young Taoist was incoherent, looking down helplessly at Ning Yao who was holding his ankle tightly, and said speechlessly.

"Little girl, please have mercy and let me go, okay? I will help you find a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers and excellent feng shui, which will definitely bless you with offspring!"

"Uh, you seem to be a virgin, without offspring!"

The young Taoist looked around and saw no one around, so he squatted down and was about to pry Ning Yao's fingers apart.

"Swoosh!"

The flying sword hovered in the air, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the young Taoist's eyebrows, three inches away, the sharp edge pierced his heart, and made his heart sink to the bottom of the sea.

The young Taoist let go of his hand without showing any expression, his face full of pity, and said righteously.

"Humans are not plants, how can they not have compassion? I have lived a glorious life, how can I be the kind of person who would watch someone die without helping him?!"

The young Taoist sat cross-legged, his handsome face wrinkled into a ball, and muttered in great distress.

"Where to send her next is also a big problem!"

The flying sword, which was three inches away from the Taoist's eyebrows, moved forward an inch, and the tip pierced his eyebrows. A drop of bright red blood oozed out, like a cinnabar mark.

The Taoist hurriedly looked back and explained carefully.

"If you want your master to survive, I still need a helper. Go to the old locust tree and poke a locust leaf over. I will help her hold on to this breath of vitality first!"

"Your master is a little special. I can't save people casually, otherwise I will accidentally delay her future of cultivation, which is another big cause and effect! Damn it, I am such an unlucky guy, I actually encountered such a thing!"

The flying sword trembled slightly, as if thinking, not knowing whether to believe this cunning Taoist.

"The earlier you go, the less danger your master will be. If you go late, everyone will be finished together!"

The flying sword flew away with a whoosh, disappeared in front of the young Taoist, and went to pick the locust leaf.

The old locust tree in Lizhu Cave is not an ordinary spirit of vegetation, but is manifested by the ancestors of the four surnames and ten tribes in the town, and has magical power. This old locust tree is quite spiritual. No matter when it drops dead branches, it will not hit anyone. In bad years, its locust flowers are like rice, which can fill the stomachs of many villagers. What’s even more amazing is that the old locust tree will drop pieces of green leaves. If you get a leaf, you will get a great opportunity. These locust leaves can not only protect the younger generation, but also have a life-saving effect. For practitioners, they are a great blessing. A precious resource that can help improve your cultivation.

The young Taoist held his chin in one hand and pinched his fingers to tell fortunes with the other hand, thinking with furrowed brows.

"Rong Pindao is here to figure out which family to send you to in the small town, where you can survive and the other person's family will not be ruined. Let's start with the Lu family. The Lu family is not good. It is similar to the Zhao family. The opportunity is here. Then the Song family?"

Before the young Taoist finished speaking, all the door gods posted on the large and small doors of the Song family's courtyard on Fulu Street instantly lost their spirits and became dim, with wisps of blue smoke invisible to the naked eye rising.

Deep in the courtyard, a barefoot old man with a vicissitudes of life on his face pushed open the door and stood in the courtyard jumping to his feet and cursing angrily.

"Which bastard wants to murder my Song family's foundation? If you have the ability, come out and fight!"

The young Taoist coughed awkwardly, changed his mind, and said to himself.

"The Liu family on Fulu Street looks prosperous and looks like a master who can handle things. You can give it a try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Liu family's family plaque that had been passed down for thousands of years shattered into pieces, with shocking cracks appearing. An old woman deep in the Liu family's house became angry and struck hard with the dragon-headed cane in her hand. On the ground, he shouted in a gloomy voice.

"Who dares to plot against my Liu family? Does he dare to come out and see me?"

The young Taoist sighed and looked at the other families again.

"The Wei family of Taoye Lane, who have accumulated good deeds, will definitely be able to bear this fate!"

Soon, an old man used secret techniques to transmit his voice and roared angrily at the Confucian scholars in the school.

"Qi Jingchun! You don't care? If you can't or don't dare to care, get out! Give up your position to Ruan Qiong and let him deal with this sneaky guy!"

A middle-aged man was leading a few people to dig a well by the stream south of the covered bridge in the town. When he heard this, he stood up straight and moved his lips, carrying the sound thousands of miles away.

"That's enough, don't be disrespectful to Mr. Qi! I, Ruan, will never interfere in the affairs of the town before the Spring Equinox!"

At this time, the young Taoist grabbed one of Ning Yao's hands and placed an emerald green locust leaf on the bloody palm. When the locust leaf touched the wound, it immediately began to melt, the flesh and blood squirmed, and the wound began to heal.

The young Taoist looked down at Ning Yao on the ground. His complexion had improved slightly, but he was still unconscious and needed some time to recover from his injuries. He was in some trouble.

"The Qi you involve is greater than I imagined. These families in this small town can't bear it, so they can only go against the grain and help you find a pauper with no Qi at all!"

"However, there are six hundred households in the town, and they are intertwined. They have been immersed in the aura of this secret place for generations. It is easy to find someone with aura that lingers around them. Finding a pauper is even harder than climbing to the sky. How can I find one?"

Suddenly, the young Taoist's expression suddenly changed, and he let out a cry of surprise. He really thought of such a poor guy, and felt a little horrified in his heart. He slowly closed his eyes and began to calculate carefully.

"It really works!"

The young Taoist opened his eyes, and a hint of calculation flashed through his clear eyes. He pinched the seal in his hand, and a transparent red thread was tied to the girl's wrist. The other end of the red thread merged into the void and was tied to the mud. On the wrist of a young man in Bottle Alley.

In Mud Bottle Alley, a young Taoist bent down and pushed a two-wheeled cart, stopped outside a courtyard gate, knocked on the door, and asked.

"Chen Pingan, are you there?"

The young Taoist placed Ning Yao in Chen Ping'an's home, feeling extremely relaxed in his heart. He looked in the direction of the school, his eyes shining brightly, and he said coldly.

"Qi Jingchun, I want to see if you can break this game?!"

The young Taoist has an extraordinary identity. He is the third disciple of Tao Ancestor, the third master of Bai Yujing, and the boss of the Fourteenth Realm. He came to Lizhu Cave to protect the Tao and keep an eye on Qi Jingchun.

Lizhu Cave is a special place. It was once a blessed place for the three sects and the big guys from all walks of life. Qi Jingchun served as the saint of Lizhu Cave Heaven, and chose the path of spiritual practice that combined the three religions into one. This might lead to competition with Lu Chen's senior brother.

The Taoist boss hopes to find a way out in the end of the Dharma era, and the integration of the three religions is his choice. However, there was Qi Jingchun on this road, so Lu Chen came to Lizhu Cave to keep an eye on Qi Jingchun.

"You want to scheme against Qi Jingchun. This is a dispute between the great ways. I have no objection! But you shouldn't treat my junior sister as a pawn and tie a marriage line for her. Is this a disadvantage to the long sword in my hand?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind Lu Chen. Zhou Jue slowly walked out and stood behind Lu Chen, as cold as frost, holding a flying sword with a cold light in his hand, fearful.

Lu Chen stiffened and turned to look at the green-robed sword cultivator who suddenly appeared. The man exuded an astonishing murderous intent, causing the celestial phenomena of the town to change and causing the formation to freeze for a while.

"Pure sword cultivation in the fourteenth realm is a terrible fate!"

Lu Chen lamented in his heart. He didn't expect that there was such a evil star behind Ning Yao. This was like kicking the steel plate.

"You saved my junior sister's life, then used her as a pawn, and secretly plotted against her again. Logically speaking, it's even!"

Zhou Jue said unhurriedly, his tone was extremely calm, without any emotion, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

When Lu Chen heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Things had turned around. The other party seemed to have no intention of pursuing the matter, so he spoke quickly.

"What you said is true, poor Taoist."

At this moment, Zhou Jue turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Wei Yin slashed out in his hand. The sword light was crisscross and dazzling, filling the space between heaven and earth, tearing the void, and slashing at the young Taoist fiercely.

"It's a pity that my sword cultivator is unreasonable. If I don't kill you, I will feel unhappy!"