Regulation starts at night

Chapter 155

There is a river in the south of Shendu City, and a stone path made of bluestone slabs to the north of the river.Nian Zhiyu stood on the stone path and looked to the south from afar. What he saw was a verdant garden.

This forest is very large, and the plants growing here seem to have unusual vitality. Although it is the end of summer and autumn is approaching, the whole forest reveals a vitality comparable to that of spring.

Walking on the bluestone path, the rustling of fallen leaves can be heard under your feet, combined with the conversation of pedestrians on the side of the road, making this place not as quiet as imagined.

Nian Zhiyu strutted into the forest like this, and under the gaze of many people, she came to the green hill.

This green hill is exactly the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books that many young students dream of entering.

It is not the first time for Zhiyu to come to this Qingqiu, she has been here a few years ago.It's just that last time, Zhiyu did it to observe the Tianshu stele, but this time, she did it to kill people.

This cemetery, which has been praised by countless practitioners, is not different in Zhiyu's heart. Since the last time she entered the mausoleum to view the stele, she never wanted to come here again.

Not coming is not because Zhiyu doesn't need it, but because Zhiyu needs it, and this cemetery can't satisfy her.

Under the shocked eyes of many people, Zhiyu pushed open the heavy wooden door.

As the wooden door opened, many people poked their necks, trying to detect the environment inside the mausoleum through the crack of the opened door.

Zhiyu showed a faint smile, shook her body slightly, and immediately blocked the gap. When the gate was wide enough for one person, Zhiyu stepped out with one foot, and when she fell, she had already entered the mausoleum.

There were exclamations from many people behind him, Zhiyu closed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand in front of him, and the door was tightly closed again.

Among the crowd, a young man fell silent when he saw the figure disappearing in front of the gate of Tianshu Mausoleum.

Entering the cemetery, huge old trees form one after another, and the irritating sunlight at the end of summer seems to be unable to penetrate the thick leaves, which makes the mausoleum much cooler.

Under the shade of the tree, Zhiyu didn't look at the Tianshu stele, because those things had already been conquered by her, and Zhiyu didn't say a word when facing the tomb guards who came forward.

The guardian of the mausoleum should not appear easily, but Nian Zhiyu is different. After all, for many people, Tianshu Mausoleum can only be entered once in a lifetime.And Nian Zhiyu entered this time, which was the second time.

This kind of behavior undoubtedly broke the rules of Tianshu Mausoleum, so the mausoleum guards naturally couldn't turn a deaf ear to it.However, the mausoleum guards are also aware of one thing, that is, Zhiyu's cultivation has already surpassed all the mausoleum guards in this mausoleum.

The mausoleum guard pondered for a moment, although he didn't want to make a sound, but according to the rules, he needed to make a sound.

"I don't know why Mr. Nian is here?"

The reason why it is called Mr. Nian is because Nian Zhiyu has not had the slightest feminine demeanor since she entered the world. Therefore, many people who know the inside story think that she is a good man wearing a woman's skin.

Of course, just like that, these people dare not be so presumptuous.

The second reason why she is called Mr. Nian is because when she entered the tomb, she once beat up a tomb guard of the Lishan Sword Sect.As for why the mausoleum guard was beaten by Fatty, the reason is also very simple, just because he called her Miss Nian.

After this incident, the mausoleum guards naturally did not dare to call it indiscriminately, after all, no one wanted to try the taste of that gun.

"I'm looking for someone."

Zhiyu left a word, flicked his sleeves, and strode past the tomb guard.Looking at Zhiyu's back, the guardian of the mausoleum sighed silently: I have not known the nature of a woman for ten years.

It wasn't until Zhiyu reached the second Tianshu stele that the mausoleum guard returned to the Tianshu stele with his hands behind his back.

Zhiyu walked very fast, not at all as slow as her daughter's, and the wide blue gown was thrown away because of its excessive speed.

Along the way, many mausoleum guards saw the familiar figure. Logically speaking, they should have done something, but when Zhiyu really approached, these people dared not say anything except they could call Mr. Nian.

In fact, there is another way for Nian Zhiyu to enter Tianshu Mausoleum, and that way is Shinto.But Shinto has always been used only by the Holy Empress and the Pope. If Zhiyu wants to leave, she needs the permission of the Holy Empress.

Nian Zhiyu, who dislikes trouble, naturally doesn't want to ask for help, so she would rather choose to walk inside.As a genius who once climbed to the top of Tianshu Mausoleum, she is naturally not afraid of those restrictions on ordinary people.

When Zhiyu stepped over the last Tianshu stele, she naturally saw the strongest general in the mainland guarding the Shinto.

Zhiyu flicked his sleeves, and approached the pavilion step by step. The pavilion was built on the lake. The lake was naturally formed by the impact of the waterfall. As for how the waterfall was formed, no one knew.

A small lake was divided into two by Shinto, and a small pavilion was built in the center of the lake.

Inside the gazebo, an armored warrior dressed in dilapidated armor, except for his closed eyes, was naked. Holding a rusty cold iron sword, he sat on the ground in the center of the gazebo.

Looking from where Nian Zhiyu was, if he hadn't reached a certain level of practice, he would naturally regard the piece of scrap iron as some low-quality statue.However, Nian Zhiyu, who is familiar with Daoist scriptures and has read all over the library, naturally knows that the statue-like person is the goal of her trip.

Zhiyu came to Han Qing, glanced at the cold iron sword that had been eaten away by the wind and snow, and smiled.

"You came?"

Inside the pile of worn-out armor, a low, hoarse and unpleasant voice came out.

Zhiyu raised her eyebrows, and sat on the floor without any scruples about her image, just sitting in front of Han Qing, then closed her eyes, and said calmly, "One day."

After the words fell, there was no sound from the gazebo, except for the occasional cool wind blowing up Zhiyu's loose long gown, the whole gazebo fell into a strange dead silence.

History opened his eyes, and he couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen this world.

If you go back to the last time you opened your eyes, it was about 100 years ago. There was a young man who didn't know his life or death, and once trespassed on the Shinto.

The young man was really amazing. With a body like gold and iron, he forcibly defeated many tomb guards and reached the last level of the Shinto.However, when History opened his eyes, the boy had no chance to open them again.

Since then, although many people tried to take shortcuts, only a few people were able to come to him safely.Compared with the boy a hundred years ago, these few people didn't even have the chance to let him open his eyes to see.

Now, after Zhiyu came here and closed his eyes, he opened them.His eyes are slightly gray and white, unlike the black and gray of the human race, and the pupils are clearer than those of the human race.

Because of the clarity, those eyes can clearly express emotions.It is true that at this moment, deep in his eyes, there is an intriguing and complex expression.

When history made an oath back then, did you ever think that there would be today?

As the guardian of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, he has long been integrated with the Tianshu Mausoleum. A few years ago, when Zhiyu entered the Tianshu Mausoleum, he was in this pavilion. Several years later, when Zhiyu came again, he was still in this pavilion. Inside.

History knows that Nian Zhiyu is the biggest test for him at this moment. If he breaks the oath, even if he wins Zhiyu, he will not be able to leave Tianshu Mausoleum alive.

If he didn't violate his oath, with his current cultivation base, even if this armor was very strong, it would still be difficult to resist.

As early as when Zhiyu entered the mausoleum, history had deduced the result from the killing intent she felt.

Zhiyu, who can condense killing intent, no matter what her cultivation level is, at least she and history can only have one person alive.

As the number one general in the mainland, History is certainly not a brainless person. He knows that Zhiyu's so-called one day is actually reserved for him to make decisions.

But no matter how you look at it, it seems that he has no possibility of being alive.

After all, it was a saint who wanted his life. Even if he was lucky enough to beat Zhiyu, there was another saint waiting for him, and she would be stronger than her.

Just as the Holy Empress said, since Nian Zhiyu entered the Tianshu Mausoleum, no matter whether he wins or loses, Shiqing will definitely die.

In the current situation, history is clear, Zhiyu is clear, the queen is clear, and the rest are also clear.

Han Qing raised his head, and the rusty armor that had already been fixed on his body made a harsh rubbing sound as he stood up.Those exposed eyes tried hard to remember the scenery in the mausoleum.

Inside the Tianshu Mausoleum, in the three simple small houses, a middle-aged man suddenly raised his head.Under the scattered and messy hair, a pair of deep eyes saw the scene on the gazebo through the wall of the room.

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed without knowing the so-called. He originally intended to stand up straight, but when he saw the blue figure in the gazebo, he immediately stiffened on the spot.

The middle-aged man stretched out his right hand subconsciously, slightly brushing away his messy hair, revealing the face under cover.That face is very ordinary, so ordinary that after seeing it, many people may only remember the slovenly appearance of a middle-aged man.

At this moment, looking at the history in the gazebo in this direction, the middle-aged man yawned with a tired expression on his face. The unwashed gray quilt fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

History's eyes did not fluctuate, he just wanted to see the appearance of these people, because he was about to die.

The middle-aged man who was sleeping in the hut had entered the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books for 37 years. Until today, he just woke up like a dream and recovered from the book full of heavenly books in his head.

Thinking about the scene when he entered the mausoleum 37 years ago, and thinking about the 12 battles he fought with him since he was 127 years old, but he never won. His heart seems to have left the Tianshu Mausoleum.

Perhaps it was because he had been under the feet of that person all the time. Therefore, the middle-aged man entered the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books very unconvinced, and then became obsessed with Tianshu.

The sun was setting and the moon was rising, and the stars all over the sky were emitting a faint light. In the Tiandao Temple, Mao Qiuyu seemed to have sensed it, and went to the window to look at the starry sky. When he raised his head, he saw two particularly dazzling stars in the sky.

The star near the south exuded a faint chill. Under the gathering light of the star, it seemed as if he saw many snowflakes. Thinking of the figure in his memory, Mao Qiuyu turned and left the room.

Under the night, the dean of Tiandao Academy, who was over half a century old, left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to close the door of his room.

PS: Thank you Shu Youchen for your support, thank you Lao Cow.

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