Ten days later, a heavy rainstorm occurred in Baiyujing, Daliang State, which occurred once in ten years. The water reached the knees and the people in the capital were unable to leave their homes.
A white-haired man in a soaked green shirt, with a sharp knife slung across his waist, rode a thousand-mile horse, galloping through the wind and rain, the horse's hoofs splashing water as high as a person.
Let's see.
County Lieutenant Shen rode hard all the way from the county seat. For ten days and ten nights, he outran eight of the fastest horses in the army, and finally arrived at the capital where it was pouring with rain.
Bai Yujing, Supervisor Tiansi.
"Yu! Yu!"
Under the rolling thunder clouds, a majestic palace stood in the wind and rain. On the plaque in front of the palace were three words:
Supervisor Tiansi!
Iron paintings, silver hooks, dancing dragons and phoenixes.
Lieutenant Shen County jumped off his horse and walked hard through the knee-deep water.
"Who is coming?" I heard an unusually high-pitched voice asking in the empty and lonely palace in front of me.
"Qingfeng City County Lieutenant, Shen Yulang."
"What happened?"
"The evil spirit is born, and the abilities of my subordinates are limited. Please give me some advice from the experts of Supervisor Tiansi!"
"You know the rules, right?"
"Yes!" County Lieutenant Shen took off the bag on his back and took out a black iron box.
When the box was opened, it turned out to be an ingot of gold.
"This is my subordinate's savings for decades." Shen County Lieutenant said neither humble nor overbearing.
Although gold cannot speak, it is more useful than anyone else's eight hundred words.
"Hmph, I'm sorry for you. These salaries will allow you to meet a silver sword at most."
"Thank you!" Shen County Lieutenant raised his hands.
Supervising Tiansi, in charge of evil and troubles in Daliang.
Under him are seven great sages, a hundred golden sword attendants, a thousand silver sword guards, and a hundred thousand bronze sword disciples, all of whom are top masters among practitioners.
Rumor has it that the seven great sages of Jian Tiansi even have the ability of the legendary ‘supernatural powers’, and are unparalleled in their tyranny, and can ensure the eternal peace of Bai Yujing, Daliang.
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Following that person's instructions, Lieutenant Shen came to an exquisite attic.
I saw a hunky, one-armed man sitting on a big tiger-skin chair in the attic, enjoying the squeezing of his shoulders and legs by the beautiful maids.
"Qingfeng County Lieutenant Shen Yulang meets the Silver Sword Guard!"
The sky was full of wind and rain, and the white-haired Lieutenant Shen was half-kneeling in the stagnant water, holding a scimitar in his hand.
But the high-ranking Silver Sword Guard still closed his eyes to rest and remained calm.
County Lieutenant Shen had no choice but to lower his head and say, "Ten days ago, a demon preached the method of becoming an immortal in Qingfeng Town, deluded the villagers, and turned a young man into a creature with three heads and nine arms. I think this incident has something to do with the late emperor. The matter of becoming an immortal has different approaches but the same purpose. The matter is serious, so I am here to report it to the Supervisor Tiansi immediately, and I implore the experts in the department to take action to control the chaos, bring justice to our people, and bring a bright future to our city."
"I have nothing to do with the affairs of a small county town." Silver Knife Guard snorted.
County Lieutenant Shen lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and took out a heavy box of gold from his luggage. "This is a year's savings in our county government treasury. Please take a look at it." Lieutenant Shen lowered his head and said.
The Silver Blade Guard finally opened his eyes and said with a sharp look, "The magistrate of the county dared to secretly mobilize the gold from the treasury, and even blatantly bent the law for personal gain and bribed me. You really want to behead me!"
"Shen misappropriated gold without authorization to go to Yichun Court to have fun. This is Shen's private matter and has nothing to do with the gold in your hands."
"Sensible! Sensible! So sensible!" Silver Knife Guard laughed loudly and praised repeatedly.
At this time, a beautiful maid beside him had already brought the box of gold.
"Yes, the gold is of very good quality."
"My lord, do you know that along the way, I have seen countless people dying of hunger, people and wild dogs competing for food, and there is even a place where there are thousands of miles of bare land and white bones covering the wilderness..." Shen County Lieutenant hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said something for no reason.
"Those untouchables are just a waste of food while they are still alive. I am upset after seeing them, so it is best for them to die." Silver Blade Guard waved his hand impatiently.
Lieutenant Shen County lowered his eyes and remained silent.
"Okay, I know everything. You, a small county lieutenant, have nothing to do with this matter. I have to report the matters related to the late emperor to the Golden Sword Attendant. You can go back. Don't disturb my interest." Silver Knife. Wei waved his hand.
"Oh, by the way, if you want to stay with me, I want you to give me half of the income of the county government every year." That Yin was like an overlord, with several beautiful concubines clinging to his lap. Dao Wei suddenly reminded.
Lieutenant Shen stood silently in the wind and rain for a while, silent. He took a deep breath, and then left. His back was straight, his green shirt was soaked, and he did not dare to forget about his country despite his humble position.
"Giggle, Lord Silver Knife Guard, he looks like a dog!" A woman said with a sweet smile.
"Humph, it's just a dog whose spine hasn't been broken! Why are you pretending to be arrogant and unyielding!"
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One of the desert immortal sects, Qingfeng Mountain, Qingfeng Sword Sect.
The Eighth Patriarch's Hall.
Wu Miaoran transformed into a bright red cloud and slowly fell at the gate of the Patriarch's Hall.
"Ling Bao'er, you stole food in front of the Patriarch's house again. Senior sister will punish you by cleaning the Patriarch's hall for seven days." Wu Miaoran raised her eyebrows and said angrily.
I saw, in the corner of the dilapidated entrance of the Patriarch's Hall, a girl in a pink skirt, her cheeks puffed out slightly, eating deliciously, her white and tender hands covered with oil stains.
"Woooooooo, senior sister, Bao'er treats you to some goose legs." Ling Baoer wiped his mouth quickly and smiled sweetly.
Looking at the girl with wide eyes trying to please him, Wu Miaoran patted his forehead, feeling angry and funny inside.
Master is really confused. How could he find such a mediocre girl with nothing but gluttony to take the position of the eighth-generation saint of the Sword Sect?
"You are greedy and greedy." Wu Miaoran nodded her head and asked, "Were you not bullied by other senior brothers and sisters in the sect?"
Ling Bao'er rolled his dark eyes, covered his mouth and smiled lightly, "Brothers and sisters are very good to Bao'er."
"After eating this goose leg, go and practice your sword. There won't be a next time."
"Sister, don't you punish Bao'er anymore?"
"No more punishment, no more punishment."
"whee."
"Senior sister, you are mighty. Goodbye, senior sister." Lingbaoer ran away quickly.
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Wu Miaoran looked at the Eighth Patriarch's Palace in front of him, took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped in.
From the outside, the Eighth Patriarch's Hall is just an ordinary shabby thatched cottage, but inside the hall there is something else, a world of its own.
Resplendent and antique, everything is full of solemnity and clarity.
There are eight thousand-foot-tall sculptures, both male and female, with different expressions and majestic appearances, all exuding divine light.
"The seventh-generation saint of the Sword Sect, Wu Miaoran, pays homage to the Eighth Patriarch!" Wu Miaoran bowed gracefully.
"Saint Wu, can you kill that purple fire demon?" A voice sounded, loud and majestic.
"Disciple is ashamed. The demon was so cunning that he used the corpse escape method at the last moment to escape thousands of miles away. The disciple only severely injured the demon but failed to kill him! But the demon has very little skill. Think about this. The days can no longer make trouble. And the newly awakened 'Witch' has also disappeared mysteriously. I asked the ancestor to punish me, and let the sword attack me, Ran'er has no complaints!" Wu Miaoran lowered his head and said in shame.
This time she was out walking under the order of her ancestor, but she didn't even get a single thing done.
As the seventh generation chief disciple of the Sword Sect, she cannot escape the blame!
"Saint Wu, there is no need to blame yourself. The Purple Fire Demon Dao is the best among the disciples of the Ghost Sect of the Shizhuang Sect. He is scheming, cunning and cunning.
"Hey, I think back on those days, when the Shizhuang Sect was at its peak, the master of the sect, Beiyin Fengdu Emperor, had boundless power. He had millions of ghost zombie disciples, the top ten Yin commanders, the four great judges, the ten palaces of Yama, the six heavens of Luo Feng, and the five great judges.
Fang Ghost Emperor was so powerful that no country could stand in his way. In the end, it took the ten major sects of our righteous path and dozens of countries in the desert to destroy him for twenty years."
"However, the centipede insect is dead but not stiff. The Shizhuang Sect provokes the witchcraft because it is ambitious and wants to revive the sect!"
"However, as things stand now, we can only put aside the matter of the evil witches and witches for the time being. I am notifying you that you are here for another major event. This matter is related to the well-being of all people in the world for thousands of years. You must be attentive!"
Wu Miaoran's heart trembled, and she said in a deep voice: "Please give instructions from the Eighth Patriarch!"
"The 'Long Han Catastrophe' that occurs once in a thousand years is about to come. The Taoist leader of Longhu Mountain in the East will hold the Luotian Festival ten years later, inviting all the immortal sects from all over the world to find a solution to the great calamity!"
"Saint Wu, Sword Sect has chosen you,"
"Disciples will definitely fulfill their mission."
"Let's go!"
"promise!"
Wu Miaoran turned into a stream of fiery red light and went to the sword discussion platform, where he began ten years of seclusion and ascetic cultivation.
However, the moment she left, she did not realize that the eyes of the Eighth Patriarch's sculpture suddenly opened, and there were actually strands of black energy lingering, which was vicious and terrifying.