Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Although the officers and soldiers who went to Xiahe County set out at night and rushed, they still arrived at the Zheng family's yard in the afternoon of the next day.

Zheng Yiming and his mother did not leave at that time, but hid in a tree outside the house with the help of Yu Xinmei.

Seeing the officers and soldiers coming to search and publicizing Zheng Yiming's identity and crimes in the village, the last fantasy in Zheng's mother's heart was finally shattered.

They stayed on the tree until nightfall, and then the mother and son of the Zheng family came down from the tree. Zheng Yiming tore off the seal on the gate and took his mother back to their house. After entering the yard, Zheng's mother was already crying.

The yard was fine, but the house was in a mess, the tables and chairs were overturned, and the pots and pans were broken into pieces. All the valuable and convenient things in the house were taken away, and the poultry and livestock in the chicken coop and the barn were gone, and even the old yellow cow in the cowshed was taken away.

"They are not searching for people, they are clearly robbers."

Mother Zheng spoke with a crying tone, and had to lower her voice. Zheng Yiming had been prepared in her heart, but she was also very upset, but the home where she grew up was gone.

"Mom, we will come back!"

"Don't brag, just keep the child alive. Fairy Yu, living Bodhisattva, please take us mother and son to a place where the court can't catch us, just to be able to live in anonymity."

Mother Zheng turned to her and begged and worshiped, and she hurriedly supported the old woman.

"Aunt Zheng, please don't be like this, I will do my best."

After getting up, Mother Zheng went back to the house, wondering if she could take anything away.

At this moment, Zheng Yiming walked to Yu Xinmei. He took a look at the seal torn off his hand. He also knew that notices about him were posted in the village and the county.

"Even if I am destined to bear a stigma, I still want to fight for my innocence, and I also want to vent my anger."

"You want to go back to Pingzhou to teach those dog officials a lesson?"

Yu Xinmei frowned slightly. It was really taboo to directly attack the court officials, but she seemed to have instigated people to rebel.

"There is no need to alarm them. I just want to leave something in the old city of Pingzhou! I just don't know if the situation in Pingzhou City is convenient for the girl?"

Hearing that it was just this matter, Yu Xinmei's brows relaxed.

"This little thing is no problem. We don't necessarily need to go today. Just pick a time, right?"

"Well, before the imperial envoy leaves."

Over there, Zheng's mother called again in a low voice, asking her son to go and pack a few beds, and Zheng Yiming ran into the house.

Yu Xinmei stood outside and took a deep breath, looking at the gloomy sky. She didn't know if she had already gotten into trouble. How could a demon cultivator like her touch the fate of the dynasty.

However, a weak scholar like Engong has no basis for rebellion. I will settle them down and wait for an opportunity to leave their lives. After that, he should also give up the idea.

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Zheng Yiming was not caught, but the imperial examination cheating case in Pingzhou must have a result after all.

It’s just that there is no public trial process for this result. When the notice was posted in Pingzhou City a few days later, the files and case closing information about the imperial examination case were ready.

It’s not just Zheng Yiming who was wronged, but there were also several other candidates. However, their cases were lighter. They only had the intention of bribery but did not take any substantial actions, let alone "turn the tables" and appeal to the capital.

Even so, those candidates who should have had good grades were also "appropriately" punished. After paying the fine, they were deprived of the qualification to take the imperial examination for life.

The punishment may seem light to ordinary people, but it is also so cruel to those scholars. However, no one paid attention to their grievances, and later they even dared not to cry out their grievances.

All this seemed to be no big deal for ordinary people, and it seemed to have no impact on Pingzhou City.

Everything was normal in the city, and no one was particularly worried about the escaped prisoner. After all, he was just a scholar, not a vicious bandit.

But there was still an impact. The business of Suping Inn was much worse, and the book stalls on the street outside the Imperial Examination Hall would no longer sell cheap handwritten books, even though there were still scholars trying their luck these days.

It seemed that after a few days, everything in Pingzhou City, both openly and secretly, had passed.

Even Wusun Heng and Monk Jin Guang thought that Zheng Yiming would not appear again. It might be a demon or a jianghu guest who helped him escape.

On the night of that day, a gust of wind blew from afar, crossed the Zhuoyang River and swept the dust of the old city wall, and finally showed the figures of a man and a woman on the top of the city. They were Yu Xinmei and Zheng Yiming.

Yu Xinmei looked around and looked at the sky. She did not detect any special breath, and she was slightly relieved.

Zheng Yiming stood on the top of the old city and looked at the distant **zhou city. Some buildings in the central area of ​​the city were higher than the top of the city, but in this generation, the city wall was still higher than most buildings, which showed that the city defense was also magnificent.

"Mr. Zheng, here!"

Yu Xinmei handed a pen to Zheng Yiming. After the latter took the pen, the former once again wrapped the latter's waist with her long sleeves, and then took him to jump down the top of the city.

The two figures slowly fell down, Zheng Yiming took a deep breath, and wrote directly on the city wall.

Zheng Yiming's expression was calm and serious, and there was a flash of ink in every stroke, as if it was going to penetrate into the interior of the city wall. Even Yu Xinmei, who was floating with him, was secretly shocked.

As Zheng Yiming continued to write, Yu Xinmei gradually realized that something was wrong.

"Woo hoo. Woo hoo"

The wind around gradually grew stronger, and the originally clear night sky gradually began to gather dark clouds. A vague change in fate formed around Zheng Yiming, like the center of a tornado.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble"

The dark clouds rolled with dull thunder. Yu Xinmei frowned and wanted to take Zheng Yiming away directly, but seeing that he was concentrating on everything in the outside world, she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Until Zheng Yiming's last stroke fell, the change in fate became clear at this moment.

"Boom--"

The thunder also became clear, and at the moment when the thunder sounded, a sharp sword intent rose, and the sword intent came first and then the sword sounded.

"Zheng--"

The moment the sword sounded, the white light was already in front of her eyes, and Yu Xinmei could not react too much.

"Not good, ah--"

Yu Xinmei exerted all her demonic power, and a fin fan in her sleeve hit the sword light.

"Dang~"

A light sound rang out, knocking Yu Xinmei and Zheng Yiming away. They fell directly to the ground, and even retreated many steps in a disorderly manner.

Zheng Yiming held the pen and raised his head as if he had sensed something, while Yu Xinmei had already retracted her sleeves and stood in front of Zheng Yiming, but her hand holding the fin fan was a little numb, and her breath was unstable and her demonic aura was leaking out.

"Master——"

Wusun Heng had already reached a rooftop after a few moves, and behind him was Monk Jin Guang, who also came with a speed far beyond that of ordinary warriors. The changes in the fate of the city had been seen since the beginning, so they also arrived.

The sword immortal was suspended in the air. The sword just now was just a test, but it seemed to be a little different from the feeling brought by the previous fight, lacking a sense of sharpness.

However, compared with these, it was obvious that the sword immortal's attention was on the old city wall. Seeing the words left on it, he finally understood.

"What a monster, it turns out that you really don't want this scholar's vitality. You want the dynasty to be overthrown, the world in chaos, and the fate of the natural destiny to be ruined, the rise of demons, good, good, good, so courageous, so calculating, so sinister--"

Even though the sword immortal has seen many monsters, he has to admit at this moment that this monster is indeed the best in his life!

Wusun Heng and Monk Jin Guang also saw the letter left by Zheng Yiming on the city wall, and they were also shocked.

"Scholar Zheng, don't be bewitched by the monster--" "Donor Zheng, the monster bewitches people's minds in order to bring disaster to the people. The sea of ​​suffering is endless and it is time to turn back--"

Yu Xinmei also laughed when she heard it.

"I am bewitched by the monster? Then why was it me who saved him instead of you? Mr. Wu, you are not going to say that the underworld will make the final decision, right?"

Wusun Heng's face was uncertain after being said.

"And you, old monk, chanting sutras is so noisy, your Buddhist practice is wrong, am I the one who is causing chaos to the people? Isn't it the one who is having fun in the Pingzhou government office right now?"

Yu Xinmei looked up at the sword cultivator in the air with a sword aura.

"And you, Immortal, you are so high and mighty that you kill any demon you see. Needless to say, the man surnamed Wu is so obedient to you, he must be your disciple. Even I, a demon, can see that you are far away from the true way of cultivation! Guiguo's fate was ruined by itself. If the court was fair, would this happen?"

"You are eloquent and eloquent, but I will not let you go today! This demon will not eliminate the chaos of the people, and you two should also do your part!"

When the sword cultivator finished speaking, three sword shadows appeared behind him. Just by looking at it, Yu Xinmei felt cold all over. This is the erosion of sword intent.

"I am Hui Cheng, the divine protection of the Demon Subduing Saint, and I am also enlightened by the Immortal Dao Dan. How dare you touch me?"

At this time, Yu Xinmei could not care about so much. She blurted out half-truths and half-false bluffs, but it seemed a bit too much. She only heard the Sky Immortal Cultivator laugh, and even Wusun Heng and Monk Jin Guang were not shaken.

At this moment, not only was the sword immortal's sword intent extremely strong, but there was also a faint golden light on the old monk's body. In the flash of lightning, a vague Vajra image appeared in the air, and it was becoming clearer and clearer.

When this golden light image appeared, Yu Xinmei felt as if her body was burned by flames, and her body became extremely heavy. The ability of this old monk made her shocked and angry, and even the sword immortal looked surprised.

Although the victory was not fair, there was no need to talk about fairness with the demons!

With a "crash" sound, the angry Vajra fell from the sky. Yu Xinmei pushed Zheng Yiming away, and the latter slid away as if stepping on the wind, but she herself was somewhat unavoidable for a while.

"Boom boom"

The sound coincided with the thunder, and the endless demonic energy rushed into the sky. It was obvious that Yu Xinmei did not give up.

"Zheng~~~"

The sword light was lit up and the sword energy was crisscrossed, just like thunder with a whistle.

Although Yu Xinmei fought back, she was not good at fighting against the sharpness of the flying sword, and she could not get rid of the pressure of the Vajra Buddha light.

After just a few hits, she could not resist. Yu Xinmei, who was holding the magic weapon, was swept away by a sword. The demonic energy was broken and her body became heavier. She was still in the air, but the sword light flashed again.

"Uh--"

Yu Xinmei screamed, the sword light had pierced her chest, blood was sprinkled in the rain, and the whole person fell to the side of the Zhuoyang River.

"Miss Yu--"

Zheng Yiming ran and crawled to the riverside, just in time to see Yu Xinmei falling down. He rushed to her side, his body trembling, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.

"Miss Yu, Miss Yu, how are you?"

Zheng Yiming reached out to pull out the sword from Yu Xinmei's chest, but as soon as she touched the hilt, the woman's body trembled in extreme pain.

Yu Xinmei felt powerless and knew that she had no way out today. Perhaps this was the price of changing the fate of the dynasty.

"Well, benefactor. I, I have paid you back for what I owe you."

The sword immortal in the sky slowly flew down on the wind, and the monk Jin Guang over there also came over chanting scriptures, and of course there was Wu Sunheng who had not made a move.

"Evildoer, you tried to overthrow the dynasty and bring chaos to the world, and you deserve this disaster and this retribution!"

Zheng Yiming's heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword when he heard the words of the sword immortal.

Yu Xinmei felt fear and unwillingness in her heart. She struggled to move but couldn't do it. Only tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Unfortunately, it was raining at the moment, and Yu Xinmei herself couldn't feel it, otherwise she might have a little last joy for being able to cry.

"Sun Heng, you come to cut off the head of this evildoer, and it can be regarded as breaking your heart knot. After that, this sword will be given to you!"

A long sword flew to Wu Sunheng, who reached out and grabbed it and walked closer to Yu Xinmei.

Zheng Yiming stood in front of Yu Xinmei at this moment, and rushed forward to hug Wusun Heng, but he couldn't shake him at all. He just took him forward little by little until he stood in front of Yu Xinmei.

"Master, Master, please be merciful. This matter is all because of me. I will turn myself in and confess my crime. Please be merciful--"

The old monk over there flicked his sleeves, and Zheng Yiming staggered back a few steps in an instant, and then the old monk grabbed his arm again.

"Donors can go to Gaochang Temple to dissolve the evil spirit with Buddhist teachings and avoid disasters at the same time."

"Let me go, let me go."

Zheng Yiming struggled but couldn't pry the old monk's hand apart at all.

In the heavy rain, Yu Xinmei looked at Wusun Heng standing in front of her, and their eyes met. At this moment, the scene of fighting for the elixir under the bridge vaguely emerged in their minds, but one was clear and the other was blurred.

"I didn't expect to die in your hands"

Yu Xinmei smiled at the corner of her mouth, watching the long sword rise but didn't see it fall.

"Sun Heng!"

The calm voice of the sword immortal came, and Wu Sunheng's hesitant sword finally fell.

"Don't--"

As Zheng Yiming shouted, the long sword stopped in midair, and the raindrops seemed to slow down.

This is a very strange feeling, as if time has become sticky, and the mind is still before the flow of all things, and the sword cultivator is also slowly turning his neck, looking at the Zhuoyang River.

In a small boat, a Confucian scholar with a book in his hand came out.

"All things arise from the heart, and it is empty to talk about Zen under the tree. You can not practice Taoism, and you can not recite the scriptures, but don't be dirty."

Yi Shuyuan's voice sounded, and Wu Sunheng's sword also scratched the skin on Yu Xinmei's neck, but did not cut off her head with one sword.

But at this moment, whether it is the sword cultivator or the old monk, even Xinmei and Wu Sunheng's attention is also on the Confucian scholar who walked out of the bow.

Yi Shuyuan walked to the bow, and the boatman held the boat with a pole, so that he could walk ashore in one step. He did not look at the crowd, but looked far away in the direction of the old city wall, and read out the letter that would not fade even with rain.

"For fame and wealth, I have studied hard for ten years, and for the people and the country, I am happy to be enlightened one day.

Reading books and writing for the people, the ambition is to correct the world, but who knows that the thunderbolt will come in the cold autumn, the dark clouds will overturn the right and wrong, and the innocence will be stained with turbidity!

Scholars are hard to die, and the country is rotten and the world is shaking.

In autumn, all flowers fall, and in winter, snow and frost are sealed. Ice ridges rise up, and branches shake and drums roar. In the cold, flowers bloom, and the north wind whistles!

When the snow melts in spring, the world will be rebuilt!

——Zheng Yiming"

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PS: I wanted to write three chapters today, but it seems that it won't work. This chapter took too long to write. These two chapters have more words. Can it be considered that I have tried my best?