Nightfall

Thousands of years ago, the world was very different from the present. At that time, the world was very chaotic, and there were very few people-only those who could practice were qualified to live the lives of others, and those who could not practice lived as dogs. It is the kingdom of God on the ground, a paradise unrelated to the earth.

This situation did not change until Confucius built the Tang Dynasty and taught the world. The Xiling Temple was also forced to set his sights on this earth. The number of people has become more and more.

The so-called millennium sage is out, this is the reason.

As Confucius left the world, many things changed again, and no one could stop the practitioners from re-dominating the world, at least outside the territory that Chang'an City could see.

A few years ago, Liu Yiqing entered the palace with a single sword and killed the then emperor of Southern Jin Dynasty. This is the proof of this change. A new era has arrived, and he was the first person to lift the curtain.

The guardians are lost, the rules begin to break down, the new era will become primitive, wild and **** again, everyone has the opportunity to tell their own truth with their own power.

The strong man is the master of this new world, Liu Yiqing is the strong man. The enemies he faces tonight are also strong men, all qualified to reason, he only hopes to be faster.

So he did not look at Zhao Sishou, because although this thin Taoist was a strong commander of the Nanhai line and the son of Zhao Nanhai, he was not his real opponent-not his opponent.

Liu Yiqing looked at the night and said, "So, come on."

The night was as quiet as water, the voice did not sound, and no one came out.

Zhao Sishou's face was a little ugly, and there were some unwillingness in the thin and dark wrinkles, but he didn't shoot because he heard a footstep in the imperial city.

Everyone around the Imperial City heard the footsteps.

The sound of the footsteps was stable and rhythmic. The shoes on the feet should not be leather, but cotton, and the sound seemed dull, like the sound of wood breaking.

A teenager came out of the imperial city.

The firelight illuminates the ground with daylight, and the teenager's shadow is also very bright, but he can't see his face clearly. He can only see the old blue clothes he wears, with new gold threads embroidered on the edges of the clothes

——In the Xiling Temple, only the priests in red clothes are qualified to embroider the gold thread. What is puzzling is that the teenager did not wear a red robe and the clothes were washed in whitish hair.

Probably because he was used to being a little guy.

Liu Yiqing profiled her face, listening to the sound of footsteps quietly, her hand holding the sword handle loose and tight, as if there was a certain rhythm between them, she was in harmony with that footstep sound, or was fighting against it.

As he walked, the metal rubbing sound continued from behind the Tsing Yi teenager. Thirteen slender knives slowly protruded out of the scabbard and appeared in people's eyes.

Those knives were like petals, and he stood in the middle of the flower.

He stopped and looked up at the night dome, because of this action, the fire light illuminated his cheek, the ordinary eyebrows were shining very clearly, and his face was pale.

Was also pale, and the emperor Nan Jin's face was pale and timid, but the paleness of his face revealed some kind of fearful madness.

In addition to the flower composed of a knife behind him, he held a golden flower in his hand. He looked at the golden flower, and he looked very religious and fanatical, and his eyes seemed to contain extremely high temperature flames.

He reached out to pick the petals and murmured: "Dead, not dead, dead, not dead ..."

Pick a petal and say dead, then pick another piece and say no death, the last petal leaves the stem of the flower and falls on the ground, at the same time he said dead.

The teenager in Tsing Yi was a little happy, innocently happy like a child, and his cheeks were paler. He looked at Liu Yiqing on the shrine and said with a slight tremor, "You are going to die tonight."

His voice twitched a little because he was nervous. He had never really fought, but he was not afraid, because he knew he would never lose, in Haotian ’s world.

Liu Yiqing didn't speak. He knew very well that no matter how young this boy counted, it must be a dead word at the end, because although he couldn't see things, he knew who the other party was.

The people around the Imperial City also knew the origin of this young man in Tsing Yi, including the little emperor of Nanjin, everyone seemed a little bit excited, and was absolutely silent because of awe.

In the late spring, when the Xiling Temple was compared, a young man in Tsing Yi took the first place. He did not have a teacher, so he could not practice a few months ago, but a spring rain let him know his life, including the teaching of the Xiling Temple No one knows the limit of his potential or where the real state is, and his appearance is miraculous.

In the eyes of Haotian believers, he is the real Taoist genius, whether it is Ye Su or the rumored Chen Pipi, he can't be compared with this young man in Tsing Yi.

Because he is a gift that Haotian left in the world.

His name is Yokogi Rinren. He was once a young man in Tsing Yi who cut firewood in Tianyuyuan. Now he is a red priest in Xiling Temple.

Liu Yiqing asked: "How are you going to let me die?"

Yokogi said: "I use a knife."

Liu Yiqing asked: "What knife?"

Yokogi said: "Chopping a hatchet."

His thirteen knives are all fine knives, suitable for killing and not suitable for cutting wood, but he still insists on being called a wood cutting knife. I don't know whether it is because he has cut wood for many years or other reasons.

Liu Yiqing shook his head and said, "You are too far behind him."

The people around the imperial city maintained absolute silence, so the conversation between the two clearly spread to everyone's ears, but no one could understand it.

Are you too far behind him?

Who is he?

Hengmu Liren knew who Liu Yiqing said he was, his eyes became fiery, and shouted: "No one can beat me, you can't do it, neither can he!"

Liu Yiqing gently caressed the scabbard beside her and said, "You are very proud."

Yokogi said: "Because I am very confident."

Liu Yiqing looked at him across the white cloth and said, "Our generation never uses words or expressions to express self-confidence. We are used to seeing each other and drawing a knife."

Because of years of hard work, he was exposed to the wind and the sun, and Hengmu Liren did n’t look immature and somewhat incompatible with his age, but his expression was still innocent ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ seemed a bit cruel to laugh.

"That man cut you into a blind man. I will cut you into a dead man tonight. When I meet him in a few days, I will cut him blind first, which is a wish for you."

"I never had such a wish." Liu Yiqing said: "Because I know very well, no matter how hard I try, I can't become stronger than him, and you can't do it."

Yokogi said: "You seem to have confidence in him."

Liu Yiqing looked at him with pity and said: "If you really meet him, then it is your death. This is a very simple truth, but it's a pity that you are so naive and arrogant that you can't even understand this."

He looked at the night and said: "That man must understand, but obviously, he has not reminded you, from this, not many people like you in the Xiling Temple."

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(Thanks to Lazy and the introduction of many friends about the publishing of the guest, the publishing house is also sincere, but after a long time of serious thinking, I decided not to publish for the time being. The revision is done and re-published. This matter will be done sooner or later. It will be done sooner than later. The former Yinxian has already had a painful lesson. In addition, the Chinese Writers Association opened a youth association in Beijing. I thought about it, or stayed at home honestly Well, after all, the most important thing is to recuperate, and I ’m also not sure about it. I ’m still a young writer at the age of thirty-six? Joke, I have the opportunity to participate again in the future, and I would like to express my gratitude here.) The breaking dawn update group @ 视 血祭 provides. If you like this work, you are welcome to (m) vote for the recommendation and monthly ticket, and your support is my biggest motivation.)