Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

The first level hub center.

Zheng Changwen stood in front of the hall and looked at the busy crowd.

Listening to reports from all parties, everything is normal.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

But he still felt uneasy and did not feel a little at ease because of the reports from all parties.

What's going on? Could it be that I really think too much?

Zheng Changwen walked aimlessly, seeming to notice the strange looks from his subordinates.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and sat down.

Someone brought tea and he took a sip.

At this time, Zhao Ling'er took a step forward and said lightly.

"Mr. Qianlong seems to have been gone for a long time."

Zheng Changwen glanced at the time, it was half an hour.

Why has that guy from Qianlong been gone for so long?

But if you think about it carefully, if both parties have important things to talk about, half an hour is nothing.

Zheng Changwen walked to the backyard of the palace.

Suddenly, his figure flashed to the center of the courtyard.

The heavy rain fell on him,

The strange scene disappeared in a flash, as if nothing had happened.

But it was like a huge boulder, smashing into his already uneasy inner lake, causing countless splashes and ripples.

The smell is wrong! !

There was some extremely subtle change in the atmosphere around him, which was extremely difficult for him to detect.

He looked at the rain, but it seemed as if he couldn't see the rain.

If he hadn't been a Legalist monk with extremely powerful spiritual consciousness, he would not have noticed that subtle change.

He tapped his foot lightly.

"Boom-!!"

There was a muffled sound, and the raindrops that fell to the entire yard with him as the center were shaken into powder.

The strong fluctuations instantly repel all wind and rain.

"Tick!"

At this time, a cool raindrop fell on his face.

Another drop fell on the back of his neck.

The corners of Zheng Changwen's eyes twitched, and he felt a chill coming from every pore in his body, as if a very fine stream of air had penetrated from his body.

Immediately, heavy raindrops fell on him again.

His whole body was shaken, and he fell to the ground as if struck by lightning.

The floor paved with bluestone beneath his feet made a big hole.

At this moment, all sounds and senses disappeared, as if he was trapped in another world.

There was a dangerous atmosphere in the air, a tight and sharp air pressure that seemed to cut people into pieces inch by inch.

He looked up and saw another splash of water falling head-on.

He had no way to dodge and could only let the water splash all over him.

Dull yet thrilling!

Just like that, he fell to the ground again and again.

He was covered in blood, but he got up again and hit the invisible barrier.

not good!not good! !

They are coming for the Wolf Guard! !

What frightens him is not the strength of the enemy and ourselves, nor is it his own crisis at this moment.

Instead, the enemy was like a sharp knife piercing into their hearts.

And they didn't know anything about it.

this is too scary.

He felt like his heart had been stabbed,

There seemed to be jeers coming from the darkness.

The one who can do this is the Demon Saint! ?

A demon saint broke into the demon-suppressing pass?

The enemy in the darkness watched Zheng Changan's struggle.

At this time, Zheng Changwen was like a flying insect that had strayed into a spider's web. No matter how hard he tried, he was just struggling in vain and waiting to die.

He looked at the raindrops falling in the night sky with some confusion.

This rainy night recurred in his nightmares.

His father and brother both died on such a rainy night.

The rain was pouring down, as if there was no end and no exit.

His pale lips moved slightly, muttering something to himself.

In the main hall, monks in robes were constantly passing by on the sand table.

The sound of Shasha's writing, the sound of whispered conversations, and the crisp sound of heavy rain falling on the ground.

As for the battle in the backyard, it seemed as if it didn't exist at all.

"Ling'er, it's time to hand over the shift."

Zhao Linger said without raising her head, "Right away."

After a moment, she put down her pen.

After handing over the work, I subconsciously glanced at the armillary sphere.

It's already this time, Qianlong hasn't come back yet.

Where is Zheng Changwen?

She walked to the back hall and watched the rain falling on the eaves.

No one, where did they go?

Zhao Ling'er was about to turn around when she suddenly stopped.

Something...is wrong...

She stood under the eaves, frowning slightly.

The rain pattered loudly.

This feeling was so wonderful that she didn't know where to start.

His spiritual consciousness didn't notice anything unusual, so what was wrong?

A drop of water splashed on her cheek.

She stretched out her hand and touched it, and her heartbeat slowed down for half a beat.

That wasn't some splashing raindrops, but...blood...

"boom.....!!"

The invisible air flow suddenly dispersed, and Zhao Ling'er suddenly launched her flying sword.

Zheng Changwen, covered in blood, appeared in front of him.

"....There is...enemy sentiment!!"

Three words exploded like thunder, after spitting out these three words.

Zheng Changwen seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body was as limp as mud.

Zhao Ling'er's heart sank, "Enemy...love..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful force attacked her.

She felt her heart was shaken, her vision went dark, and her blood surged.

The whole person was shaken and flew up more than three feet high.

A slender black figure walked out of the yard.

"You are not willing to waste your cultivation. You monks at the Demon Suppressing Pass have never known how to cherish your own life."

A slightly shrill female voice came from the figure.

Demon Saint, Qinyuan.

At the same time, more than a dozen shadows appeared one after another, like evil ghosts on a rainy night.

A monk was shot by a flying sword when he wanted to perform Taoist magic, and his life was lost immediately.

This group of demon monks who came in surprise were all sword cultivators.

As the most lethal weapon, the flying sword is silent, fast and accurate.

It is a must-have for killing enemies quickly.

"Enemy situation, please warn us!"

When everyone in the hall reacted, it was already too late.

The entire hall is the hub center on the first floor and the transportation place for countless information.

At this time, he suddenly lost all his hands and feet, and at the same time, he lost his way of communicating with the outside world.

Only a fragile heart is exposed to the enemy.

This battle came too suddenly, and no one expected that the demon clan would appear in the hall one day.

This hall has no means of counterattack at all.

The officials at all levels who sit in the main hall are basically civil servants and are not good at fighting each other.

Suddenly the hall was filled with flying swords, and some people wanted to sacrifice magic weapons.

However, in a hurry, there was no way to deal with the flying sword that suddenly jumped to his side.

Almost all of them had their throats sealed with a sword.Only a few people still have the strength to resist.