See Jiangshan

Zhong Tianyu's body was loaded onto the cart, and the people pushing the cart looked at the sword-wielding boy tremblingly.Shengui Piyi is still bleeding from his hand, if he violently dismembers his body at this moment, who can stop him?

Fortunately, he just glanced at Zhong Shiliu: "Let's go."

The latter didn't seem to understand what happened, his expression was dull and dazed, and he let others pull him away.

The ruts mixed with blood gradually receded, leaving hideous marks on the white snow.Cheng Qianren was the only one left in the siege.

The deacon's voice trembled slightly: "Array!"

Dozens of bows and crossbows were set up with uniform momentum.The bowstring tensed instantly, humming and trembling in the cold wind.The cluster of arrows glowing with cold light aimed at all directions around Cheng Qianren's body.

After the crossbowmen are the halberd guards, which are heavily fortified.

The snow is full of bows and knives.

According to the head deacon's vision, if this person can be subdued before the court judge gets angry, the matter will not get out of hand.

He made a gesture.

"Shhhhh-"

The iron arrow left the string, the flying snow tore apart, and more than ten sounds of breaking wind sounded almost simultaneously.In mid-air, a huge net suddenly opened!

It is tied to the tail of the arrow and sent out with the arrow.The sky was full of silver light, flexible and dangerous, like a bloody mouth, biting down on Cheng Qianren's head.

"Zheng!"

Cheng Qianren flipped his wrist, the tip of the sword slashed across the snow, and a line of snow foam shot out!

The sword energy surged, and the crushed snow and the giant net collided, making thousands of teeth-piercing metal friction sounds.He touched the ground with his toes, taking advantage of this to retreat quickly, his robe fluttered like a bird, and he flew out of the range of the net in an instant.The next moment, a bright sword light flashed across the sky.

There was a thunderclap, and the snow surged wildly!

The flying bird landed, and he stepped on the broken giant net, like a ball of rags, mocking the hunters for wasting their efforts.

The soft snow beside the lake could not bear the impact of the majestic real energy, and it collapsed rapidly with Cheng Qianren at the center.

The thin ice of Taiye Pool cracked and expanded like a spider's web, and the lake water under the ice trembled uneasily.

"Pinghu Luoxue", the most peaceful and gentle "Pinghu Luoxue" in "Seeing Jiangshan", is so violent and murderous.

When the net broke and the archers in the front row were hit by the sword energy, more guards moved, and the heavy black clothes rushed like a sea tide, and the encirclement rapidly shrank.

Cheng Qianren stood there, frowning slightly: "I don't want to fight with you. You are just taking orders from others."

Everyone was dumbfounded.He actually made sense.

You think he is crazy for killing people in public and insulting the court, but he clearly knows what he is doing.

Cheng Qianren's gaze crossed the sword forest and the sea of ​​halberds, and landed on the majestic figure more than ten feet away.

The figure waved his hand.All noise stopped.The inspection team began to retreat in an orderly manner.

This is what it means to clear the field.

The head deacon glanced at the judgment, hesitated to speak, and backed away silently.

The new wind whistled, the sound of footsteps and the clash of armor faded away, and the lakeside became quieter and quieter.

Ten zhang away in the snow, there is only a little color of the court judge's black clothes, which makes him tall and majestic like a mountain, making people fearful when looking at him.

Chu Lanchuan looked indifferent, showing no signs of happiness or anger, and even answered Cheng Qianren's previous question - 'Do you still know how to use a knife'.

He said, "Are you worthy of me using a knife?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step and disappeared into the wind and snow.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Cheng Qianren, and without warning, a torrential pressure erupted.

Cheng Qianren didn't have time to react, he just felt a huge mountain coming over him!

The river flowed backwards, the jade mountain collapsed, Wan Jun hit him hard, his knees hurt sharply, and he hit the ground hard.

I don't know how many ribs were broken, and the nausea in the chest cavity was uncontrollable. Cheng Qianren suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, staining the pale red snow.

All in just a moment.

No need to calculate moves, no need to have fighting spirit.The court judge stood with his hands behind his back, and he didn't even have to draw a knife.

The gap between the young genius and the mainland's first-class powerhouse determines that this is not a battle, but a one-sided admonition.

On the top floor of the library building, Hu Yizhi sighed and said to himself: "It's not a bad thing for young people to learn a lesson, so that they don't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

Before leaving the library, Cheng Qianren said that he would not be manipulated by others.So Mr. Hu and the court judge tacitly allowed Zhong Tianyu to block the way, just to see how he would choose.

If you want to stay in the academy, you have to cleanse your hostility, and you have to endure it.Endure it this time, and endure it every time in the future.

But no one could have imagined that Cheng Qianren rejected this 'good intention' arrangement in an extremely decisive way.

What does he want to do?Will it be completely separated from Chaoci Palace and Nanyuan College?

Great people have the same common problem.

When you climb high and look far, you think everything is under control.

The two kneeled and stood by the lake, the sky was cloudy, and the willows and water plants trembled.

The court judge's tall figure cast a shadow like a thick night, enveloping Cheng Qianren.

He said: "Even though a magic weapon is good, it must have a mission..."

Caught off guard, the young man propped his sword on the ground, let out a sharp roar from his lips, and suddenly jumped up with his strength!

There was a flash of cold light, the afterimage pierced the sky, and the distance between the two was extremely close, Chu Lanchuan subconsciously drew his sword to resist.

"Zheng!"

The sword split with one blow, and Cheng Qianren took advantage of the momentum to retreat.From the cold willows by the lake to the ice on the lake, it is possible to stabilize your figure.

His bun was loose, his black hair was flying in the wind, his clothes were torn, and his body was bleeding.

Forcibly breaking through the suppression of the opponent's power will inevitably pay a huge price.However, he didn't stop for a moment, holding the sword in both hands, and slashed at the figure by the lake!

Avoid the wind and snow!

The sword energy shattered the flying snow, and a blank passage appeared out of thin air across a distance of more than ten feet, rushing straight in front of the person.

The court judge raised his eyebrows slightly.

There is an inconspicuous fine crack on his cuff, which was left by the ghost Piyi just now.

Once the knife is out of its sheath, there is absolutely no reason to return without success.

So he took out the knife.

Cheng Qianren's sword was swift and swift, and tried to use the gods and ghosts to attract the sky again, the brilliance was brilliant, and the sword energy reached his brows in an instant.His knife is not fast, even too simple.

Mayflies shake trees, pebbles hit stones, and trees and stones never need to be in a hurry in the face of childish and ridiculous resistance.

When the black blade appeared, the sky dimmed suddenly.

The invisible sword energy was dispersed, and all the brilliance was wiped out wherever the blade passed.

"Boom boom boom!—"

The majestic true energy hedged, triggering a series of explosions on the lake surface, and thunder rolling.

In the mist, Cheng Qianren saw a black shadow.In the next moment, his figure was like a kite with a broken string, and suddenly flew upside down!

From the east of the lake to the west of the lake, blood gushes out.

He crashed into the thin ice, a big hole was opened in the lake, and the snow waves shattered the ice into the sky!

Cheng Qianren sank to the bottom of the lake, his body temperature plummeted due to blood loss, and the cold made people forget the pain.

It was as if he had returned to the Cangjiang River. In the boundless and dark waters, water ghosts that fed on dead bodies came densely, dragging him into the abyss.

So cold.

***

"Why did you name me that?"

"My name is Qianren, and your name is Zhuliu. There is one mountain and one river, and the mountains and rivers depend on each other. It is a good name that can last forever. One life, two brothers."

"Xiaoliu, look, the moon shines on the Cangjiang River, doesn't it look like the river is full of silver coins?"

"Brother, if it's real money, I'll go down and get it for you."

"Where are we? Ah Nanyang City, gold is everywhere!"

"Brother, that's the light from someone's lantern shining on the slate."

"What do I want the Three Views for? My brother's Three Views are my Three Views."

……

"I listen to my brother."

……

"The past is over."

***

In the room as warm as spring, the incense that helps sleep and sleep is burning, mixed with the bitter medicine, forming a strange smell.

Xu Ran walked back and forth, feeling irritable: "What did Vice President Hu tell him? How could he be like this?"

He killed Zhong Tianyu with one sword, wounded more than [-] inspectors, and forced the court to draw his sword.

This doesn't look like Cheng Qianren's behavior, but like the original lunatic.

On a snowy day, Cheng Mansion on Wensi Street ate shabu-shabu until the bottom of the soup boiled dry, and there was still one person missing at the dining table.The friends went out to look for it, only to find out that something big happened in the college.

Gu Xuejiang closed her umbrella and entered the door, bringing back definite news: "Mr. Hu said that he was Cheng Qianren's former younger brother, and suddenly wrote to him."

Lin Duzhi was reciting the Buddha's gatha silently, but the person on the bed still closed his eyes unconsciously.

Gu Xuejiang looked at Cheng Qianren for a long time, then suddenly said: "Do you think he looks like a tyrant, because the death of the favorite concubine gave birth to the world's pure heart."

Xu Ran was slightly taken aback, but felt that this absurd metaphor was inexplicably appropriate.

This is the East Courtyard of Taiye Lake Lake Island. After the decisive battle between Cheng Qianren and Fu Keji, he was seriously injured and unable to move, so he used to recuperate here.Unlike before, this time it was confinement.

After Lin Duzhi finished reading a paragraph, he turned around and asked Gu Xuejiang, "How's the situation outside?"

"It's a mess. The court judge ordered Taiyechi to clear the venue before the action. Many students refused to accept it, and now they want to see Cheng Qianren. They even went to the library to sit quietly and ask the court judge to prove that he didn't kill him. The year-end exam is about to happen, and there is chaos at this gate. Deacon It's a headache."

Cheng Qianren has been looking after him for a long time, and there are not a few fanatical followers of Nanyuan's first genius.

Xu Ran: "I only believe Cheng San's own account of the cause and effect of all this."

"I'm worried that gods and ghosts will ward off evil spirits, and Qianren will become more and more murderous as he is affected by it day by day." Lin Duzhi sighed: "Now I just hope he wakes up soon."

***

Cheng Qianren was in a daze.Memory is like a sluice flood, fragments and words of the past flash past with incomparable clarity.

His body seemed to be floating in the icy river, until he opened his eyes suddenly.

High bed with soft pillows, simple room furnishings.

The moonlight shone through the window lattice into the room, covering the man's body.

He was reading a book with his eyes lowered, his eyelashes were covered with thick shadows, and a faint candlelight on the desk outlined his clear outline.

Cheng Qianren sat up, subconsciously touched the old sword beside the pillow, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here?"

The man put down the book and rubbed his eyebrows lightly: "I still want to ask you, what are you doing?"

Part of the soul belonging to 'Cheng Zhuliu' struggled in the sea of ​​consciousness, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.

Don't you like South Central City very much?A beautiful maid in a mansion, a confidant and a friend, sought after by thousands of people, then stay here, what are you not satisfied with?

Cheng Qianren looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

"I'm not trying to manipulate you. With your talent in swordsmanship, sooner or later you will be alone. But before you grow up, you need a place to shelter from the wind and rain. The academy can protect you, and it can also protect this sword."

Chao Geque thought that explaining was the most time-wasting useless thing, but now, he is indeed explaining unconsciously.This is the biggest concession he can make.

Cheng Qianren remained silent.

"You can't understand that clock..." What's wrong with the clock?His voice paused: "So what about Renren, someone will naturally deal with him."

"You are not Zhuliu." Cheng Qianren raised his eyes suddenly, and said with a sneer:

"Zhuliu doesn't say such things. I just found out today that power and status can really change people's faces."

Chaoge Que's expression also cooled down.

"You keep saying 'chasing the flow', you really care about this cheap little brother."