Nightwatcher

The white-clothed warlock's words verified some of Xu Qi'an's conjectures. The third rank of the warlock system is called "Tianji Master", but no one knows what the second and first ranks are called.

In today's Kyushu, except for the first generation who created the warlock system, and the second and fifth generation, no one knows what the first and second ranks of warlocks are.

A direct disciple like Wang Yang Qianhuan doesn't know anything about this. .

It is conceivable that the first and second ranks of the warlock system hide huge secrets.

When the Buddhist delegation arrived in Beijing, he chatted with Wei Yuan, and learned that Emperor Wuzong was able to usurp the throne, and Buddhism and the contemporary supervisor played a vital role in it.

Single-handedly led the fall of the first supervisor.

Later, when I rescued Lina in the underground palace, I met a wild warlock named Gongyangsu, and learned from him that the first-rank and second-rank warlocks hide a big secret.

From then on, Xu Qi'an guessed that Jianzheng's murder of his teacher had something to do with his rank.

"It seems that you have already thought about it."

The warlock in white stared at Xu Qi'an for a moment, and said leisurely.

My idea is that the second rank of warlocks is called "Sinister", and the first rank is called "Master Killer". Xu Qi'an complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out.

He remained silent.

The warlock in white observed Zhao Shou who was trying his best to break through the formation, and said:

"The second grade of Warlock is called "Qi Practitioner"."

? A big question mark flashed in Xu Qi'an's mind, which was a bit beyond his expectation. To be honest, the title of Qi Practitioner is really mediocre, and I feel that it does not match the status of a second-grade warlock.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the white-clothed warlock laugh and say, "It's the 'qi' of luck."

Qi luck practitioners practice Qi luck? !

Xu Qi'an's pupils narrowed slightly, and he suddenly became enlightened, but new doubts arose.

It suddenly became clear because he knew why the first generation supervisor was able to steal the Dafeng National Luck and refine the Qi Luck and hide it in his body. This is the authority of a second-rank Qi trainer.

Doubt, because I don't understand what this has to do with the prisoner's killing of teachers.

"What does this have to do with the jailer betraying you?"

He frankly asked the doubts in his heart.

The warlock in white didn't answer him, but opened the sachet again. At the same time, Xu Qi'an heard Zhao Shou say in a deep voice:

"Formation is prohibited here."

The deep voice seemed to contain terrifying power, and the rules of heaven and earth changed accordingly.

Those formations that mobilized the power of heaven and earth and strangled Zhao Shou with the energy of the five elements dissipated silently.

pretty! Xu Qi'an applauded secretly.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and Zhao Shou perfectly held back the first-generation supervisor, and he was saved only after Salun Agu, a senior first-ranker, was chased away by the second-five boy.

Seeing that the formation was deciphered, the warlock in white calmly summoned a magic weapon from the open sachet, which was a small eight trigrams copper plate.

The gossip copper disk flew up into the sky and condensed on the top of Zhao Shou's head. The misty clear light shone down, and a large gossip formation enveloped Zhao Shou again.

"You might as well try to prohibit the use of magical artifacts here."

The white-clothed warlock smiled and said: "In this way, your sub-sage crown cannot be used, so I can kill you."

Zhao Shou was silent, and his backlash against what he said did not allow him to modify the rules of heaven and earth one after another.

The krypton gold player must die. Xu Qi'an cursed in his heart, and the glimmer of hope that had just arisen disappeared in an instant.

The warlock system doesn't seem to have strong attack power at first glance, but they are good at formations and refining weapons, as long as they have enough time and resources, they can make krypton gold.

The combat power is not enough, and the magic weapon is used to make up.

Simply disgusting.

After throwing out the eight trigrams copper plate, the white-clothed sorcerer said leisurely: "A first-grade sorcerer is called "destiny."

After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "Know the destiny!"

"Jianzheng strategizes and secretly arranges, all of which are based on the authority of "Destiny", but there is a huge disadvantage in Tianming, the supervisor can always only arrange secretly, cannot directly intervene, and cannot leak secrets.

"Let me give you an example. For example, if he knows that I am going to launch a sneak attack today, he can't tell you, and he can't help you directly. He can only help you through some tactful means. For example, sealing the demon monk and god in your body.

"In fact, he did the same thing. It's just that everything in the world generates and restrains each other. I can't do anything with Shenshu, but someone can cure him."

Xu Qi'an nodded: "This reminds me of a wizard's hexagram technique."

The warlock in white smiled and nodded: "Warlocks are born out of the wizard system."

"But what does that have to do with the murder of the master?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Hearing this, the white-clothed warlock sighed: "The condition for a Qi trainer to be promoted to the destiny is: to refine the luck of a country. You may not understand me when I say that."

Who are you looking down on? Xu Qi'an nodded: "It's really hard to understand."

The white-clothed warlock patiently explained: "Change to an explanation that is easier to understand. Supporting a man of destiny to ascend the throne, founding a country and proclaiming himself emperor, this is the key for a second-rank Qi trainer to be promoted to a first-rank destiny."

boom!

It was like a thunderbolt exploding beside his ears, making Xu Qi'an's scalp numb.

All the mysteries are solved.

Therefore, Jianzheng chose to help Emperor Wuzong, join forces with Buddhism, and betray his teacher.

Jianzheng succeeded in being promoted to the first rank by supporting Emperor Wuzong.

And the first generation supervisor fell from the first rank to the second rank because of the loss of the "country".

No wonder sorcerers need to be attached to the imperial court, because a dynasty that ruled the Central Plains is the foundation of sorcerers.

Therefore, the first generation said that if Jianzheng killed Joan of Arc, he would destroy his foundation. And if he kills me, he only needs to bear the backlash of luck, and will not destroy his foundation.

"Can't you choose a prince from the existing dynasty and support him to ascend the throne?" Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.

The warlock in white shook his head: "This is not enough for a Qi trainer to be promoted."

Xu Qi'an was silent for a long time, but he still couldn't help it, and asked, "Did you have a brain problem back then? Why did you accept apprentices?"

You worked so hard to teach your apprentice just to make him backstab yourself?

The white-clothed warlock remained silent, and pierced the eighth and ninth golden nails into Xu Qi'an's body. At this point, all the nails were inserted.

Shenshu was completely sealed.

"."

Xu Qi'an wished he could slap himself, if he could move his hands.

The warlock in white sighed: "Because the change of dynasties is a natural law, no one can stop it. The destruction of a dynasty is bound to be accompanied by the fall of a supervisor.

"That's why we have to accept apprentices. If we don't accept apprentices, the warlock system will become dust in history. Speaking of it, fortunately it was Wu Zong who conspired against him back then. Although the royal family changed their lineage, the great worship is still great.

"So I just fell, not died."

So, constantly being backstabbed by apprentices is the fate that the warlock system must bear? Xu Qi'an looked strange, and said:

"You tried to support the lineage of the past and regain the throne, so that you can return to the position of the first rank?"

"It's an obvious thing."

The warlock in white nodded.

Xu Qi'an said word by word, "Then, the contemporary supervisor fell back to the second rank and started a new round of his master-killing plan?"

Dolls between master and apprentice?

The warlock in white glanced at him, and his tone suddenly became cold: "Do you have any last words?"

Xu Qi'an didn't speak.

The warlock in white stretched out his hand, touched the fragment of the book on the ground from Xu Qi'an's arms, and wiped it lightly.

Xu Qi'an's brain throbbed, knowing that his "master-servant relationship" with the fragments of the book from the ground had been terminated.

My heart suddenly sank.

The white-clothed warlock poured out the small jade mirror, and poured out a long sword that exuded a faint glow and was as clear as water.

Then, he stuffed the fragments of the book from the ground back into Xu Qi'an's arms.

Also, give it back to me? !

Xu Qi'an stared at him blankly, so he just took out his Moon Shadow Sword?

This sword is a trophy obtained after killing Ji Qian.

The quality is no worse than his peace knife, but it does not have the spirit of the birth tool, so it cannot be ranked among the peerless magic weapons.

"Do you know the true meaning of the fourth-rank array mage?"

The warlock in white held the Moon Shadow Sword, turned his head, and smiled at Xu Qi'an.

Without waiting for Xu Qi'an to speak, he said to himself:

"The array is actually the rules of heaven and earth. Otherwise, why would we summon wind, rain, thunder and lightning? Why would we borrow the power of heaven and earth? So, as long as you give me time, I can understand the revised Confucian rules of heaven and earth and crack it."

As he spoke, he wiped the Moon Shadow Sword with his palm, creating twisted and mysterious incantations one after another.

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes subconsciously, looking directly at these mantras would give him the negative effect of headache and dizziness, the same feeling is looking directly at that dragon tooth.

The sorcerer in white raised the Moon Shadow Sword and slashed down lightly, and the "painting the ground as a prison" of the dean Zhao Shou was instantly shattered.

He told me so much, not really wasting time, but Xu Qi'an's understanding of the rules of this world aroused in his heart, and he suddenly felt a huge pressure.

How terrible the prison is, how terrible the first prison is.

Fighting with such a person, the fault tolerance rate is too low, and the pressure is too great.

In comparison, the half-mad Joan of Arc is simply too easy to deal with.

The white-clothed warlock put away the Moon Shadow Sword slowly, without even looking at Zhao Shou, whose face changed slightly, and said in the same calm tone:

"Well, I almost forgot one thing, I have to block your secret."

In Xu Qi'an's pale face, he said slowly:

"During the Jianzhou period, you had a relationship with the ancestor of the Wulin League. A half-step second-rank martial artist has stronger combat power than Zhao Shou.

"But Wu Fu is Wu Fu, it's not difficult to deal with, I just need to block you, and he will forget your existence."

Xu Qi'an's face was ugly, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he opened his mouth silently, and could no longer speak.

The white-clothed warlock raised his hand and wiped him lightly.

In the dark, it seems that something is covered.

The warlock in white grabbed Xu Qi'an's shoulder and said, "Let's go!"

The two disappeared immediately.

He has also cracked the rule of not being able to teleport.

On the official road, Xu Pingzhi, who was galloping wildly on his horse, suddenly showed a confused look. He reined in the horse and looked around, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Why am I here and what am I going to do?"

he muttered to himself.

Just when he was confused, a voice came from behind: "Master Xu, what are you going to do?"

Xu Pingzhi looked back, only to see Zhang Shen Yufeng from Yunlu Academy coming.

"I, I don't know what I'm going to do."

Xu Pingzhi answered blankly.

Zhang Shen said helplessly: "It's fine, why did you suddenly go crazy. Your wife and daughter are still waiting for you to go back to the academy."

Xu Pingzhi frowned, and suddenly realized, yes, because his nephew died in the battle in Yunzhou, he was depressed all day long, and his daughter Lingyue was even more thinking about things, and shed tears all day long.

The young girl Xu Lingyin often wakes up crying at night, calling for her elder brother. Sometimes she thinks of her elder brother at the banquet, and when she is sad, she turns her grief into a belly and eats five bowls in a row.

Therefore, he resigned from his position as the centurion of Yudaowei, and planned to take his wife and daughter to settle in Jianzhou.

Thinking of this, Xu Pingzhi looked gloomy and sighed:

"I'm sorry, since Ning Yan died in Yunzhou, I've been insane all the time, doing some inexplicable things."

Ning Yan? Who.

Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Who is Ning Yan?"

Xu Pingzhi showed a sad look: "It's my nephew, who died in battle in Yunzhou at a young age."

Zhang Shen nodded.

Although Xu Xinian was his student, he did not have a deep relationship with the Xu family. This time, he was entrusted by his student Xu Cijiu to send the Xu family to live in Jianzhou.

Suburbs of Beijing.

Chu Yuanzhen sat cross-legged on the spine of his sword, tears streaming down his face, and said:

"The emperor has no way, which brings disaster to the country and the people. Fortunately, there are high-level people who can eliminate demons and defend the way. Otherwise, my great foundation of six hundred years will be destroyed in the hands of a foolish king."

Master Hengyuan clasped his hands together: "It's so good, it's a pity that the master came and went without a trace, without leaving a name, so he just brushed off his clothes and left, hiding his merit and fame."

Standing on the flying sword, Li Miaozhen frowned vigorously, she felt panic for no reason, she only felt that she had lost something important.

Lina rubbed her stomach and said: "The matter is over, I should go back to Yunlu Academy, the Xu family is waiting for me."

Speaking of this, she suddenly frowned, and for a moment she couldn't remember why she stayed at Xu's house.

A few seconds later, she suddenly realized that by the way, after she came to the capital, she ran into Xu Lingyin, the son of a young lady from the Xu family, and dug out this peerless young genius from the vast crowd, so she took her as an apprentice and taught her how to practice.

The imperial palace, Shaoyin Palace.

Lin'an frantically searched for something in the study, acted violently, threw books randomly, and "cracked" the vase to the ground.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what are you looking for?"

The close maid is in a hurry.

Lin'an stopped and stood there in a daze, with tears streaming down her fair cheeks, she choked up and said:

"I, I forgot something important"

The two court ladies looked at each other, completely unable to understand what the second princess was saying.

At a certain moment, Lin'an saw a chessboard among the scattered books, and saw scattered chess pieces.

She still didn't remember what she had forgotten, but instinctively, she felt that this chess set was very important. She knelt down, hugged the chessboard tightly, and burst into tears.

On the chessboard, written in black ink:

Chu River and Han Realm!

Another part of the palace.

The fourth prince said in a deep voice: "Huaiqing, the emperor passed away, the prince finally made it to the end, but, but I am not reconciled."

After Wei Yuan's death, he lost his biggest pillar, and it was impossible for him to beat the justifiable prince.

That mysterious expert beheaded the emperor would inevitably cause turmoil in the court. At this juncture, the princes will definitely support the crown prince immediately to stabilize the situation.

The fourth prince only felt that the future was bleak.

At this time, he found that his younger sister Huaiqing, who had always been resourceful, had a dull expression and sad eyes.

"Huaiqing, I know that your father's death made you very sad, but your father's innocence provoked the anger of that peerless master."

The fourth prince said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to be sad. As long as the prince does not ascend the throne for a day, we still have a chance. You must help brother."

Huaiqing held his heart gently.

It hurts, my heart hurts, it's like an empty piece.

Somewhere in a small courtyard.

Mu Nanzhi sat on the roof, resting her cheeks, thinking about life.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and Aunt Zhang hurried in, shouting:

"Miss Mu, what are you doing sitting on the roof?"

Mu Nanzhi didn't answer, looked down at her, and said softly, "Aunt Zhang, what's wrong."

As soon as the words came out, she found that her voice was wrong, and her nasal voice was very heavy.

Aunt Zhang said anxiously: "The neighbors in the neighborhood say that the capital is about to end, and the emperor has been killed. They plan to escape from the capital. Can you go? Call your man to come with you."

Aunt Zhang suddenly stopped talking, and looked at her with a strange expression: "Miss Mu, why are you crying?"

Mu Nanzhi froze for a moment, then touched her face with tears in her hands.

"I, my husband is dead." She said sadly.

"Huh? When did it happen?"

Aunt Zhang was taken aback.

She cried: "I don't know, I, I forgot"

Somewhere in the suburbs of Beijing.

Luo Yuheng held the sword in one hand and rested her forehead in the other, her face was slightly pained.

"Xu, Xu Qi'an, Xu Qi'an"

She tried her best to fight against something, but she still couldn't prevent some information from being forgotten.