Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Seeing Nian An, Xuan Bei clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.

"You know each other?" Yin Li asked.

Nian An smiled and said, "My little monk once visited Master Xuan Bei."

Xuan Bei just had a sullen face and didn't say anything, but was thinking in his heart why Nian An appeared here.

Yin Li glanced at it twice, without too much nonsense, looked at the palace gate, and said: "Then go in."

Such a long time is just to wait for three people.

A monk, a swordsman, and a thief.

Except for that Hong Qingyu, the other two were extremely mysterious.

Zhang Ming in the corner touched Xiaoqi's head, frowning.

"Monk, swordsman, do you still want a saint thief?" Zhang Ming shook his head slightly, what a strange combination, "They are all old people who have lost their teeth. It is not easy to appear in this Jianghu."

Chapter 222: According to the order of the grand master, you should be sent to Da Nei Prison

Hong Qingyu took a step forward, he, Master Xuan Bei and the old swordsman were walking in front, but they kept looking ahead, a gust of wind blew inside the palace gate, and smoke and dust rolled up.

The three of them walked slowly, as if they were reviewing something.

Hong Qingyu grinned, showing his partial teeth, and smiled at the swordsman beside him: "I went in and stole a doll from here justly back then."

The gray-haired swordsman turned his head, smiled weakly, and said sarcastically, "Stop talking big."

"Hey." Hong Qingyu didn't explain, because he was the one who blew it.

"Amitabha." Master Xuan Bei clasped his hands together and looked at the fallen palace gate and the sword marks left on the broken gate.

He came to this place many years ago, when Taoism was rising, but Buddhism was suppressed. At that time, he came to seek justice for the world's Buddhism, but returned without success.

Xuan Bei thought that he could not be taken in by the Buddha, because he was moved by the world, and he had Buddhism in his heart, so he should not be empty of all things, and he was not a qualified monk.

He's walked in here too.

The three old men had no other words, and walked towards the palace gate.

Yin Li, Su Chuyao, Nian An and a group of people followed behind, the golden character killer, the woman from Baihua Valley... and all kinds of forces from the rivers and lakes, or rangers came to join in the fun.

Great momentum!

Such behavior is tantamount to rebellion, and should be punished according to Dachen's law.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Ming saw the fanatical expressions on the faces of those people, as if they had forgotten who they were and what reason was.

Rebellion is a great crime.

You can resist and speak up, but rebellion is unforgivable.

Especially in this way.

Zhang Ming sighed, and muttered, "Are the people in Feihuatai and Baihuagu stupid?"

He couldn't figure out why these two major forces would do such a thing. If it didn't work out, the end would be disastrous.

Now, there is no choice but to continue reading.

All Zhang Ming could do was watch. He blended into the crowd, pretending to be a minion, and followed aimlessly.

"There are two more steps."

"step."

"..."

Hong Qingyu's steps hung in the air, paused, and stepped into the palace gate.

He raised his head and looked in front of him.

"Om."

But there was a sword light coming.

There was a flash of his figure, and the sword light brushed past him.

Yin Li also dodged, but the people behind felt uncomfortable, only heard the screams, and this sword wounded several master silver killers behind him.

Yin Li looked up at the main hall ahead, where the sword energy came from.

He knew that there were five people in the palace who could slash such sword energy, the four major supervisors and Kong Yue from Qin Tianjian.

Thinking about it, he was one of the four prisons.

"Not bad." The old swordsman said.

Hong Qingyu sneered and said, "Can I enter your Dharma Eye?"

"Da Chen and the Fourth Supervisor are naturally qualified," said the swordsman.

Hong Qingyu nodded, looked into the pitch-black hall, and said, "See you later."

The three old men walked towards the hall, followed by everyone behind them.

Gradually approaching the main hall, stepping over the steps of the main hall, everyone looked into the main hall.

Here in the hall, people visit this chair from all directions, but there is no hall name, but in the center of the hall, there is a gray-haired man with a face that is not old, with a long sword on his knees, sitting cross-legged. Central, pressing eyes.

"Palmprint Superintendent, Nanning." Yin Li revealed the identity of this person.

At this moment, the outside of the main hall was full of Jianghu warriors.

Nan Ning, who was sitting cross-legged in the hall, opened his eyes and looked at the visitor.

Nanning stood up holding the sword, and said calmly: "It's been a long time since anyone has been in the palace."

"Just you?" Hong Qingyu asked.

Nanning shook his head and said, "If we want to deal with the three of you, I alone will not be enough."

"Oh?" Hong Qingyu stroked his beard, looked at Nanning and said, "So, you're just leaving a message here?"

"Smart." Nanning nodded indifferently.

Yin Li frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand why the palm print supervisor was guarding here. Is it really just passing on a message as he said?Maybe it's not that simple.

The old swordsman glanced at Nanning, seemed to feel a pity, and sighed: "You still don't know how to use a sword."

Nanning said in a deep voice: "The four major supervisors are not slaves to the sword."

The four chief supervisors of the Great Chen, hold books, hold pens, palm prints, and hold inkstones.

As the four major supervisors, they have to face the boundless loneliness in the deep palace, and their martial arts all come from the Dachen Zangshu Pavilion, and they are all high-quality exercises, so they must study everywhere.

Faced with boundless loneliness, people like them are destined not to be able to walk the path of swordsmen.

Nian An was a little surprised when he heard the swordsman's words, the two knew each other.

"You are just passing on a message, so what did that person above tell you?" Hong Qingyu said.

Nanning took a step forward, raised the sword in his hand, pointed at the people in front of him, and said flatly: "I will not say it a second time."

Stand out!

Yin Lixu rolled his eyes, and felt like a flying knife on his waist.

Hong Qingyu just smiled and didn't seem to care.

"Amitabha." Nian'an just watched quietly. He could feel the killing intent, but it was not necessarily that Nanning would make a move.

Nanning looked at Master Xuanbei on the far left, and said in a deep voice: "Xuanbei of Hanshan Temple, in the 15th year of Tianhe, sneaked into the Book Collection Pavilion of the Dachen Palace, and should be punished according to Dachen's law!"

Xuan Bei didn't deny it, but silently lowered his head and recited Amitabha.

Nanning pointed the long sword at Hong Qingyu, and continued: "Hong Qingyu, a Jianghu thief, sneaked into Da Nei Prison in Tianyuan year and stole Li's son. According to Da Chen's law, he will punish the nine clans and behead him for public display."

"It's true." Hong Qingyu supported Baihu without refuting.

Nanning looked at the one on the far left, the most mysterious swordsman.

The old swordsman looked at him without any emotion in his eyes.

Nanning's face suddenly became gloomy, and there was more resentment in his words, and he tightly held the long sword in his hand.

"Bai Beiqiu!"

"Leaving the palace without permission."

Nanning took two steps forward, the tip of the sword touched the throat of the old swordsman, and said coldly: "If you haven't returned for more than twenty years, according to the order of the Grand Master, you will be sent to Da Nei Prison!"

"It will never come out!"

The field suddenly fell silent.

Monk Nian'an suddenly realized, when he heard Bai Beiqiu's name, he remembered it.

Bai Beiqiu was still pressed against the throat by the sword in Nanning's hand, he didn't move, he didn't resist, he didn't speak and let Nanning do what he wanted.

Zhang Ming heard the voice from the hall, but he had never heard of the name Bai Beiqiu, so he was a little confused for a while.

The old swordsman's name was Bai Beiqiu, he was an acquaintance with the four supervisors, and he was a man in the palace, but Zhang Ming couldn't guess who he was.

Since when is there such a swordsman in the palace?

"Who is Bai Beiqiu?"

"never heard of that."

"The people inside said that the swordsman came out of the palace."

Gu Qingshan understood in his heart when he heard the discussion beside him, and sighed slightly.

Yu Linglong asked: "My lord, do you know?"

Gu Qingshan nodded, he did know this person, and this person's identity is not ordinary.

Chapter 223: The Crowd

Many years ago, Li Muzi, the chief inspector of Juyan, was impeached by all the officials of the imperial court, and was imprisoned in Da Nei Prison.

The position of Chief Supervisor Juyan became vacant. At that time, there was a person in the Overwatch Council with first-rate understanding, so he was elected.

The man entered the Da Nei Cang Jing Pavilion, read hundreds of classics, tasted Baiwu, and stayed in the Cang Shu Pavilion for more than three years. Apart from eating, he read books every day. Messy, like a madman.

On the day of leaving the Sutra Pavilion, three chief supervisors came to greet him.

The palm print supervisor chopped off Bai Beiqiu's messy hair with a sword.

The chief supervisor of Bingbi took the purple robe and hair crown and gave it to Bai Beiqiu.

The supervisor who held the book presented him with a peerless sword as a gift.

The sword straightens the hair, the purple clothes and the hair crown, and then the famous sword.

Bai Beiqiu thanked her, put on purple clothes and hair crown, burned incense and took a bath, and three days later she will be the new Inspector Juyan.

From the beginning to the end, Grand Master Kong Yue didn't say anything, and he didn't even take a look.

Since then, Bai Beiqiu has stayed in the inner circle, practicing swords all day long, and his pursuit of supreme swordsmanship is his pursuit.

After he stayed in this deep palace for a long time, he didn't know the so-called chief supervisor.

Boundless loneliness, cold palace walls.

With the breeze all day long, there is nothing but him and the sword in his hand.

He would rather wander outside, even if his corpse is exposed in the wilderness, it is better than in this deep palace.

So, he left.

It's been 20 years since I walked this way, and I haven't stepped into the city of Chang'an in 20 years.

.........

"Not everyone deserves the role of the Four Great Supervisors." Gu Qingshan sighed.

Not everyone can bear the boundless loneliness of this deep palace alone, at least Gu Qingshan thinks he can't.