I have a role in the heavens

"I want to see the difference between the only two people who have survived the eternal night!"

Zhao Wuhao slowly walked out of the shadowed corner, walking calmly and unhurriedly. Under the vigilant gaze of the drunkard and the butcher, he came in front of them, sat down at the table unceremoniously, and reached out to pick up the wine bottle. Get up and pour yourself a glass of wine.

The drunkards and butchers were just like real mortals, experiencing life in the mortal world. What they drank was not expensive wine, but the most common roasted knives. It tasted spicy and very strong. Zhao Wuhao drank it in one gulp and stretched out his hand. I picked up a piece of bacon on the table and started to chew on it, not knowing what politeness meant.

"The wine is strong enough, but the bacon is a little less interesting. The bacon needs to be smoked with pine smoke for a month to taste delicious."

The drunkard and the butcher watched silently as they feasted on Zhao Wuhao, who was drinking and eating meat. They did not stop him. Although the wine and meat belonged to them, at this moment, Zhao Wuhao seemed like the master, and they were just guests. Their bodies were stiff and full of restraint and uneasiness.

"You guys eat and drink too, don't be polite, just treat it like your own home!"

Zhao Wuhao seemed to have really transformed into the host, which made both the drunkard and the butcher feel stunned, wondering whether their memories were wrong. They were the guests who had just arrived, and the host was entertaining them warmly.

The drunkard and the butcher remained motionless. Zhao Wuhao sighed and drank the wine he refilled in one gulp. He made a hissing sound. The extremely spicy wine flowed down his throat and into his stomach like lava, and his whole body instantly became numb. After getting warmer, Zhao Wuhao stopped his movements, looked up at the drunkard and the butcher, and said gently.

"I'm so sorry. I forgot that you are the masters and I am an uninvited guest!"

"However, it's not my fault. I just had a fight with someone in the South China Sea. I'm so hungry that my chest is pressed against my back. In a state of hunger, I naturally can't care about anything else. I'm sorry for the disrespect. be magnanimous."

"My lord, Zhao Wuhao, have you ever heard of my name?"

Zhao Wuhao stared at the two of them. He was not sure whether the drunkard and the butcher had heard of his name, so he seemed a little hesitant, waiting for their reaction.

When the drunkard and the butcher heard this, their expressions did not change at all, but their eyes flickered slightly, letting Zhao Wuhao understand that they had heard of his name, which saved trouble and did not require him to introduce his identity in detail.

"It seems that I am still somewhat famous, and the second person actually knows my name!"

"Of course I've heard of Sir's name. You are known as the most amazing and talented person in the academy after Ke Haoran. Everyone knows about it!"

"It's just a thin name, it's all false and not worth mentioning!"

A bright smile appeared on Zhao Wuhao's face, he was extremely proud, which was different from the words in his mouth. The drunkard and the butcher's foreheads were covered with black lines, and they felt speechless.

"If you really don't care, why are you smiling so brightly!"

The drunkard and the butcher had this idea in their minds at the same time, but they did not say it out loud and asked again,

"I wonder why Mr. Zhao is here?"

"Don't say it's just to meet us two old antiques. We don't believe that sir is so boring!"

Zhao Wuhao wiped his mouth, looked at the oil stains on his hands, and then looked at his clean robes. He didn't want to get them dirty. His eyes moved slightly, looking at the wine stains on the drunkard's chest, his eyes flashed. With a glimmer of light, he stretched out his hand and was about to touch the drunkard's clothes. After all, the other person's clothes were already dirty and there was no need to take care of them.

However, the expressions of the drunkard and the butcher changed drastically. Their tensed nerves were instantly broken, and their bodies suddenly retreated. The moment the drunkard retreated, he waved his right hand.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the endless energy of the world became extremely violent, rushing towards Zhao Wuhao, trying to stop him.

The butcher also has a butcher's knife in his hand. This knife looks inconspicuous, but it contains a strong evil spirit. It is not the evil spirit accumulated by killing pigs, but the evil spirit left by killing. The butcher's knife is separated by a few Aiming at Zhao Wuhao, he slashed hard at the space of ten feet. The surging wind and clouds turned into the light of the sword. The cold light flickered, and the murderous intent was astonishing. The light of the sword crossed the void and appeared directly in front of Zhao Wuhao. Cut it in half with one knife.

At this moment, Zhao Wuha finally moved. With a wave of his hand, he shot away the sharp and cold sword light and the wind and clouds on the rooftop with a wave of his hand, just like swatting away a fly. In front of the drunkard and the butcher.

The butcher's eyes narrowed slightly, and the butcher's knife in his hand gleamed coldly. He slashed out again, revealing a black gap in the void. He actually split the space with one knife. Such an attack was simply terrifying and frightening.

The drunkard was not slow to react. He clapped his hands again, and the vitality of heaven and earth turned into an invisible cage, just like the cage in the Xiling Temple. He wanted to restrict Zhao Wuhao's actions and provide opportunities for the butcher.

The drunkard and the butcher have been companions for tens of thousands of years. They have the same mind and understand each other. During the whole process, they cooperated with each other seamlessly without a single exchange or glance. Even the viewer cannot accept their cooperation unscathed. One blow will inevitably cost you a heavy price.

Unfortunately, Zhao Wuhao was not the master of the temple. He waved his palm and directly tore apart the cage, scattering the light of the sword. Even the space was stagnant by this palm. The black crack disappeared, and the drunkard and the butcher stopped retreating. , with a look of horror on his face, watching in despair as Zhao Wuhao's palm fell on the drunkard's chest.

"It's over. I have lived for tens of thousands of years, but I didn't expect to die at this time!"

The drunkard closed his eyes in despair. No matter what, he had been escaping for tens of thousands of years and was already tired. He was worried and uneasy every day. Maybe death was the relief. There was no need to worry about Haotian coming to his door, being swallowed by it and turning into A puppet in his kingdom of God.

Zhao Wuhao didn't care what the drunkard and the butcher thought. He wiped his palms on the drunkard's clothes twice and wiped away the oil stains on his hands. Then he retracted his palms with satisfaction and stopped.

The drunkard did not wait for death to come. He looked down at the wrinkled clothes in confusion, with a bit of doubt and confusion on his face.

The butcher on the side also had his eyes wide open and was extremely speechless. Just wipe your hands and say no. It almost scared me to death.

"Just wipe your hands, why are you so nervous?"

Zhao Wuhao looked calm and looked at the drunkard and the butcher with complicated expressions. He was slightly disappointed. The drunkard and the butcher had lived for tens of thousands of years. Although their realm surpassed that of the master, their combat power was not as good as that of the master, not even as good as Liu. Bai, their Taoist hearts have been destroyed and they have become men without balls. Without blood and courage, they are no longer worthy of being called great practitioners.

"What a disappointment!"

Zhao Wuhao shook his head slightly, sighed, moved his body slightly, and disappeared on the rooftop, leaving only the drunkard and the butcher looking at each other.

"What do you think of this man?"

"baffling!"

"Indeed, it's inexplicable!"

"But no matter how inexplicable, he is still a strong man who can kill us. I didn't expect that besides Master, there would be another person in this world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Haotian!"

"Along with the sky?!"

The drunkard and the butcher instantly lost interest in drinking and eating meat. They looked at each other and ended in a hurry.

Zhao Wuhao left the academy and traveled around. In fact, it didn't take long. In about two months, he met all the people he needed to see and saw all the scenery he needed to see. His interest was exhausted. Once again He returned to the academy and became his own teacher, earning a living.

At this time, Liu Yiqing had not left outside the academy gate. This young and powerful man from the Southern Jin Dynasty challenged Ning Que for a duel. He sat on the futon outside the side door of the academy and waited for Ning Que for three months. For three months, this strong man from the Southern Jin Dynasty was exposed to wind and sun, rain and dust, and his life was difficult.

The duel between the younger brother of the Sword Master Liu Bai of the Southern Jin Dynasty and Ning Que, the Thirteenth Master of the Academy, was very sensational because of the long wait and sufficient fermentation time, attracting the attention of all practitioners in the world, and even many secular people.

Fortunately, Ning Que had successfully broken through the restrictions of Prison Cliff Cave and broke out. He was bathing and changing clothes in the back mountain of the academy, preparing for the battle.

If possible, Ning Que would naturally not want to come forward to accept the challenge and stayed in the back of the academy. However, his senior brothers and sisters did not want the teacher to lose face and kept urging Ning Que to fight, so as not to damage the reputation of the academy.

Although the senior fellow students at the back of the academy were anxious for Ning Que to finish this matter, they had no interest in the matter itself. People who had their own obsessions had already transcended the obsession with victory and defeat and did not care at all. Whether Ning Que could defeat the young strong man or not, he was not worried at all as to whether Ning Que might be injured or even die.

No one in this world dares to kill the master's direct disciple at the gate of the academy. Not to mention that this young powerful man from the Southern Jin Dynasty is the younger brother of Sword Saint Liu Bai. Even if the most powerful sword saint Liu Bai in the world comes in person, he will definitely not do it. Dare to do such a thing because there is a master in charge of the academy. Of course, Liu Bai couldn't come to the academy. The last time he fought with Zhao Wuhao, he was seriously injured and had not recovered. He would never dare to leave the sword pavilion, lest the enemy would find out.

When Ning Que finished taking a bath and meditating, dressed in black hospital uniform, he walked to the front yard in the spring breeze, with a feeling of wind in his heart, no one came to see him off.

The side entrance of the academy is very remote. It is always quiet on weekdays. Except for people from the back mountain who occasionally come in and out from here, few people come here.

But as Liu Yiqing, a strong man from the Southern Jin Dynasty, submitted a letter of challenge to the academy and sat down on the futon outside the side door, the area around the side door suddenly became lively. The students in the front yard of the academy and the people in Chang'an City who came to watch the excitement seemed to be coming. Turn this place into a scenic spot.

Especially today, thousands of people gathered outside the side entrance. If the imperial court had not reacted quickly and sent the Yulin Army to maintain order, Qingyou Caolin would have been trampled to pieces by the excited crowd.

Ordinary people rarely see practitioners, let alone practitioners fighting.

Although there are many powerful people in Chang'an City, and the people in the city have a little more experience in this area, opportunities like this to watch up close are still extremely rare.

The news of someone challenging the academy has been circulating for three months. Everyone knows the location of the duel. Many people in Chang'an have even seen the Southern Jin man sitting at the door of the academy. Today, he is the thirteenth gentleman of the academy who is being challenged. After the news of breaking through the barrier reached Chang'an City, countless people came to watch the excitement. There's no doubt it was a blast.

There is an official road paved with bluestones on the hillside not far away. Dozens of carriages are parked along the roadside. It seems that some ladies from the palaces in Chang'an City cannot resist the temptation of this lively scene and come here.

Among the dozens of carriages, the majority were of course distinguished people. They could not squeeze forward like ordinary people, nor could they risk their lives and climb a poplar tree like some people, regardless of their status, just to find someone. Get to a best viewing position.

Among these distinguished people, including ministers of the Tang Dynasty and several generals of the military, naturally there are also those practitioners from various sects who heard the news.

The envoys of the Southern Jin Dynasty and several Jiange disciples stood silently beside their carriages, and several officials from the Tianshu Office of the Tang Dynasty stood not far from them with smiles.

He Mingchi, a Taoist at Haotian South Gate, stood quietly next to a carriage with the butter paper umbrella under his arm.

The carriage was black and embroidered with complicated gold patterns. It looked majestic and beautiful. On such a crowded official road, the carriage was surrounded by empty space. That was the respect everyone showed for this carriage. This carriage Belongs to the Xiling Temple Mission.

The great priest Tianyu was not in the car, and the duel between the students on the second floor of the academy and Liu Bai's brother was not enough for the big shot Yun Zun to deign to come here to watch the battle.

Sitting in the car was a man with a snowy beard but a very young appearance, Cheng Lixue, the director of the Heavenly Oracle Department of Xiling Temple.

Cheng Lixue's status in the temple was even higher than that of Prince Longqing. He could sit side by side with Taoist idiot Ye Hongyu, and he was also a very important figure.

Cheng Lixue gently lifted the curtains, looked at He Mingchi standing quietly by the window, hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile.

"Brother He, why don't you come up and sit down?"

He Mingchi smiled, declined Cheng Lixue's kindness, and said.

"I'm used to standing."

After Cheng Lixue was silent for a moment, he raised his eyes to the side door of the academy below the hillside, and looked at Liu Yibai sitting on the futon. Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, surrounded by countless comments, this young and powerful man from the Southern Jin Dynasty still Keep your mind clear.

A full half a day had passed since the news came out in the early morning that Ning Que was going to attend the appointment, but the person who should have appeared long ago never showed up.

The people of Chang'an City who were watching were all bored, and some of them had even begun to leave. However, there was no anxiety on Liu Yibai's face, and there was no change in his body posture or even his clothes. This was very scary. .

Cheng Lixue moved slightly, looked at He Mingchi outside the car again, and asked curiously.

"Senior Brother He, do you think Ning Que will come out?"

He Mingchi smiled, thought for a moment, and answered hesitantly.

"Ning Que is the disciple who is least like Master, so I can't say for sure."

Cheng Lixue had also met Ning Que before and had some understanding of Ning Que's character. He was greedy for life and afraid of death, extremely thick-skinned, cunning and insidious. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing and said.

"That is indeed a very interesting man, but I think he will be here soon."

Before he finished speaking, the side door of the academy was slowly pushed open from the inside, and a black figure appeared in front of everyone. Everyone cheered, and the fun finally started.

Ning Que was wearing a well-tailored black hospital uniform, the corners of which were gently swaying in the warm spring breeze. His black hair was tightly tied in a simple and neat bun, his cheeks were thinner, and he was more handsome than before. Such an image, Looks particularly energetic.

The students in the front yard of the academy who were watching the battle were very familiar with Ning Que. When they saw Ning Que, they couldn't help but cheer loudly. Infected by these academy students, the people of Chang'an became even more excited, and some even started to whistle. Come.

Applause and cheers were carried by the spring breeze to the dozens of carriages along the official road on the hillside. Those pregnant Chang'an officials' ladies eagerly opened the curtains, their faces full of hope and admiration, and the Temple's Oracle Department Many people, including Secretary Cheng Lixue, had serious expressions.

In order to watch this battle, people from all the major practicing sects in the world came. These people from the practicing sects were very interested in Liu Yiqing, who was originally unknown but suddenly gained great fame. They wanted to know the identity of the sword master Liu Bai. What kind of power does the younger brother possess? Of course, what they really want to see is Ning Que's performance in this battle.

The academy is the only unknowable place connected to the world, rivaling the Xiling Temple. In the minds of many people, the top power of the academy is even more terrifying than the Xiling Temple. However, they do not know that the people on the second floor of the academy How powerful is it?

Everyone in the world knows that the Master is invincible, but they don't know how powerful he really is. Only a handful of people have met the Academy's First Master or Second Master, and they are all impressed, but not even a single detail has been revealed, which makes everyone even more curious. How powerful are the people on the second floor of the academy?

For decades, no one in the academy has shown his talents in the world. The reason for this is because after Ke Haoran, there was no one in the academy who joined the world until Ning Que appeared.

Everyone left the sect and came to the academy because they wanted to take this rare opportunity to confirm the true strength of the academy's second floor with their own eyes. In order to avoid another Mr. Ke appearing in the academy, they actually wanted to see the academy fail.

Ning Que stood on the stone steps, looking at the excited classmates in the front yard in the distance, laughed, waved to them, and then looked at Liu Yiqing

Liu Yiqing is very young, sitting on the futon like an ancient pine, motionless, calm and firm, giving people the feeling that no matter how strong the mountain wind outside is, it cannot shake him in the slightest.

Liu Yiqing stood up slowly. The person he was waiting for finally appeared. He wanted to complete the task assigned by his most respected brother, challenge the academy's contemporary walk, win, and return to Jiange with honor.

Liu Yiqing has been exposed to the wind and sun for three months, and her appearance is unavoidable. Her hair is tangled and knotted, and her clothes are full of dust. The nails of her hands exposed outside the sleeves are filled with black dirt. These hands are not at all It doesn't look like the hand holding a sword.

Liu Yiqing looked more like a beggar than Ning Que, who had just taken a shower and changed into new clothes. He looked extra clean and refreshing. However, the expression on his face was very calm, and his temperament was refined and clean. He seemed to be better than Ning Que at this time. Much cleaner. ,

"Finally, you have shown up."

Liu Yiqing's tone of voice was very calm, but the deepest part of his voice was unabashedly revealing his pride and confidence. Today he will defeat the master's direct disciple and have his own pride and honor.

Liu Yiqing raised his left hand, holding a green steel sword in his long, dirt-covered palm, and then stabbed Ning Que straight into the body.

A simple straight thrust, without any sword intent or flying swords roaring through the air. This is the simplest sword and the most powerful one.