The Path Toward Heaven

Pen can be used to write and write great articles.

Can be used for painting

Can also be used to write breaks.

Yimaozhai is best known for calligraphy.

The book approach is a sign.

If it were not for the blessings of these scholars, how could the Jingwei dynasty guard against the tide-like snow monsters in the north?

A good person who writes calligraphy does not mean that they are all good people.

Just like there is an old scholar in Maozhai Forest.

His realm is somewhat high, and his origins are somewhat mysterious.

When the old scholar came to Bu Lao Lin, he used the most pen.

But he rarely kills with a pen now, just records and analyzes the case in the cloud platform, and has also attracted several new people he likes.

Liu was brought into Bu Lao Lin when he was ten years old.

But what he didn't know was that staying in Yuntai himself these years is also recommended by old scholars.

In recent years, the old scholar's pen has finally been considered idle.

Or it was for this reason that he actually managed his gossip.

"That's it, why kill one more."

The old scholar said, looking at Xi Wangsun.

Xi Wangsun said: "If it was before, I might give you this face, sir, anyway, I also like this child very much, but not now."

The old scholar asked: "Why?"

"Because it used to be difficult for me to kill you. It would take some time to expose my whereabouts, but now it is not."

As he spoke, the right hand of Sun King West slipped on the sword of the first son, and blood poured out from the gap between the palm and the sword body.

The blood-stained Hatsuko Sword still had a cold breath, and a little bit more anger, exuding terrifying coercion.

Looking at the scene, the old scholar said with emotion: "This is the first sword? It turns out that you are really the descendants of the South China Sea."

Xi Wangsun didn't say anything, he went straight to the sword.

A cold and cold killing sword intention, left the sword body of the younger son, turned into a real arc, and chopped away at the old scholar.

The wrinkles on the old scholar's face were blown deeper by the wind and looked extremely sad.

A black pole brush with a glow of light flew from his sleeve, flying at an unimaginable speed, and wrote a word in the air in an instant.

Liu was ten years old and Xiaohe didn't know what the black pen was and couldn't see what it was.

Xi Wangsun naturally knew that this pen was the Guancheng pen in Yizhai Town's Zhai Sibao.

In the past, his respect or tolerance for the old scholar was largely derived from this.

Of course, he also saw it clearly.

Iron chains cross the river of the Great River.

Jiang Hai sent the rest of the river.

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The Guancheng pen is glowing with light, and the Jiang character written is also glowing with light in the air, like a real iron chain, which can stop all attacks in the world.

The sword light fell on that word, did not make any sound, nor was it able to cut through the other party, gradually sinking in between the strokes, and disappearing at sight.

West King Sun stepped forward.

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

This step is King's Landing.

A crackling sound.

That Jiangzi in the air suddenly shattered.

Jian Guang burst out of the air and landed in front of the old scholar.

The old scholar stepped back a few steps, looking pale.

It was crackling again.

Guan Cheng's pen fell on the ground, and Baoguang was dim.

This does not mean that the treasure of Zhenzhai in Maozhai is not as good as the sword of the first son of Nanhai.

It is just that the realm of the old scholar is still a long way from the West King and Sun.

If he was not the protector of Guanchengbi, he would have been seriously injured at this time.

West King Sun stepped forward one more step, more powerful.

The old scholar did not give in, and looked at him quietly, with a sense of relief and relief in his eyes.

Suddenly the West King's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look to the east.

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

Abnormal changes, he still did not want to let Liu ten years old, before leaving, flicking his sleeves, a sword intended to Liu ten-year-old chest.

At the age of ten, Liu was extremely injured and could not avoid the sword.

Xiao He swooped on him.

The next moment, she woke up and couldn't help but regret it.

I do n’t know if the bracelet has affected her mind so much these years, or if she always thinks about it all these years, it has become a kind of obsession to let Liu leave when she is ten. .

Why are you so stupid? I should die next, isn't this stupid?

Xiaohe taunted these things, but found that death had not come, and he didn't even feel pain.

She sat up and found that she was not injured. She was at a loss, and noticed that Liu was ten years old and looked pale.

Xiao He followed his gaze and found the old scholar standing in front of them.

The old scholar looked calm, as if he hadn't done anything, and didn't know when a fan appeared in his hand.

Liu had seen this fan at the age of ten.

In the small village of that year, the old scholar lightly fanned out the ashes of the ghost of a master Yinxong master.

But just now he clearly saw that the old scholar had no time to take out the fan, but did nothing.

"Are you okay?"

He asked with a quivering voice.

"It's all right."

The old scholar said.

The words fell squarely, and there was a crackling sound between the cliffs.

The old scholar was still wearing the blue gown that was washed to white.

There was a crack in the front of the gown.

Blood spewed out.

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Chaoge City is still raining, Lili, very annoying.

The eaves of Taichang Temple were washed bright by the rain.

The people under the eaves were a little upset.

Both officials in Taichang Temple and Qingtian Division are too busy today. People in Chaoge City are catching people everywhere, and they are dying everywhere.

And they know that they can't rest tomorrow. In the next few days, more people will be sent to Chaoge City and sent to the town's magic prison, waiting for their interrogation.

Of course, most of them should be corpses.

More than just killing, Bu Lao Lin ’s assassins have a high level of suicide.

The most difficult thing to destroy Bu Lao Lin is to find their spies hidden in the court and the right path.

The problem is that those assassins will commit suicide on the spot after the defeat and cannot find clues at all.

"There is still a very difficult thing that everyone has forgotten ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ because no one dares to have such an opportunity before today."

Lu Guogong looked at Jin Mingcheng and said, "That is to capture the leader behind Bu Lao Lin."

Xi Wangsun is very mysterious.

Legend has it that he is a master of the Xihai Sword God and possesses great power in the Xihai Sword School, but few people have seen his true face except the victors at the Four Sea Banquet each year.

Even the victors of the Four Sea Banquet, who knows whether the Western King and Sun they saw were true or false?

If such a character disappears into the crowd, it will be difficult to find him again.

"He should be breaking the sea, and maybe even higher. There are not many people who can win him by looking at the heavenly continent. No matter how many people can make him run away."

Jin Mingcheng said: "So the point is to determine his position. Of course, at the beginning, His Majesty just wanted to bury a pen and didn't hold much hope."

Lu Guogong knew that the original court had arranged it earlier, and sighed, "It's no wonder that the picture of the river and mountains in the imperial palace suddenly disappeared."