He survived under the hands of Bai Yueguang

At dawn, the mission is due in two days.

The system does not speak, and it does not have this opportunity.Zhou Yiguang's heart is like a mirror, but he pretends not to know.

"What will happen if you can't complete the task?" He muttered in his heart, but he couldn't communicate with a single-line system.

Zhou Yan, on the other hand, was more careful.He remembered that when he was trapped in the stone gate that day, Zhou Yiguang mentioned that he approached him because he had a mission to bring the "Wuji" sword move back to the 24th floor.

After bathing and getting enough sleep, the little monkey who followed them all the way has disappeared without a trace.On the way down the mountain, Zhou Yiguang had a whim and began to discuss the current situation in Jianghu with Zhou Yan.Everything was going on smoothly and orderly, unconsciously, as Zhou Yan expected.

Zhou counted on the disc: "Wan Jianzong committed suicide, Shanghemen revealed its true form, and today it is finally the turn of Zundaomen..."

Wan Jianzong's suzerain is old and disrespectful, and he is suicidal.Falling into the "beauty trick" planned by Yue Lan, the old suzerain practiced sword in seclusion for ten years, but lost to an individual from the Jianghu. He smashed the plaque of Wan Jianzong's century-old plaque, and in exchange for a century-old embarrassment, it is a great shame. laughing stock.Although this casual cultivator Yue Lan's methods are also extremely nasty, when they get together, they can be regarded as dog-eat-dog.

Zhou Yiguang sighed, with a hint of sadness in his tone, "Poor little sister Yue Lan, who was used by her brother and bullied by the sect." After finishing speaking, he paused, his eyes were like knives, "Yue Lan is dead. The Sword Sect is destroyed, but will such sorrow really never happen?"

Zhou Yan said in a deep voice: "So we can only clean it, uproot the sect, turn the rivers and lakes upside down, and bring people's thoughts out of the cage."

"When Wan Jianzong's reputation is irretrievable in the Jianghu, the Jianghu Alliance will boast that the Jianghu is the right way, and the braids are so high that they have to bear the pain and cut their flesh. They would rather weaken their own alliance than take over this shit pot together. , stained with stench. The so-called alliance can only be with the rich and the rich, and if something happens, the alliance as a group knows how to protect itself best."

"As for the Shanghe Gate, its cruel trial method and the strange magic in the gate have gradually become known to the world. And you, the rumored 'Mr. After taking advantage of the chaos and escaping, the secrets of the Shanghe Sect were passed on from word to mouth, even if the rumors were three people became tigers, let alone the facts, true or false, people have their own opinions."

It is rare for Zhou Yan to talk so much at one time, that is, Zhou Yiguang, so that he is willing to tell him his plan.

Zhou Yiguang clapped his hands and applauded: "So the destruction of Shanghe Sect is not just the destruction of one sect of Shanghe Sect, it is a turning point. This means that the Jianghu League will lose its trust in Jianghu from now on. The sects in the Tongmenghui have accidents one after another, and scandals broke out .If Wan Jianzong is just a coincidence, then Shanghemen is the mainstay that the alliance has personally admitted and announced in the list."

"At that time, what was written in the notice was so nice, and what it said was so glamorous, what is it, "Shanghemen has the merit of guarding one side of the mountain, respects the morals of martial arts, and protects thousands of families. Accept Shanghemen to join our Jianghu League" , At this time, the situation will meet, and the League of Legends will fall so badly."

Zhou Yan said: "That's right, but Zun Dao Sect is unpopular in a small Jincheng, and even a few uninfluential outer sect disciples are scrambling for the first place in Yurou Township. Then how rampant the elders in charge of the sect will be, can you tell me?" You can imagine."

"It's not difficult for the court to destroy one, two, three, dozens of sects, large and small. People don't fight with officials, and the court's border guards are easy to crush these so-called sects. Destroy these hypocritical It is easy to be a Jianghu sect, but it is very difficult to clean up the old symbols they have left in the hearts of the people."

So far, the words have been spoken, and the two people's thoughts coincide with each other.

Zhou Yiguang knew clearly that the effect Zhou Yan wanted was to make them disappear completely and hypocrisy to be completely wiped out.Not only the sect, but also the public opinion, murderous people.After all, if Wan Jianzong is destroyed today, there will be a new Shanghe Sect and a new Zundao Sect tomorrow, and the hypocritical forces will not stop expanding.

Only by unraveling the hypocrisy, uncovering the operation process of these hypocritical alliances, and revealing their ugly prototypes to the world, can they be completely uprooted.

This martial arts world is about to change.Bloody cleansing and reforms can be ruthless, but it is not necessarily a bad thing.Now this corrupt and chaotic arena really needs a big change of blood by scraping the bones and curing the poison.

Zhou Yiguang made the final calculation, and the only ones who didn't show up were Kunpeng Pavilion and Hanshan Temple.

He was a little puzzled: "You wiped out several representative sects in Jianghu... Is Jianghu still considered Jianghu?"

Zhou Yan laughed at his naivety: "Where there are living beings, there are rivers and lakes, regardless of the sky and the earth, whether in government or in the wild. The waves of the rivers and lakes never stop."

"But, will the newly promoted person be absolutely upright?"

Zhou Yiguang does not believe that there are absolutely upright people in this world, anyway he is not, neither is Zhou Yan.

But what is integrity?

Zhou Yan: "Integrity? Integrity is just adhering to the kindness and forbearance he insists on. Don't do things against your heart, don't go against your heart, and don't deceive yourself and others."

Hearing what Zhou Yan said, Zhou Yiguang felt that maybe he had seen a truly upright person before.

He thought of the young man who didn't know martial arts at the foot of Mu Mu Mountain, his name must be Zhang Ziyu, if he didn't have an alias.Zhang Ziyu can be called upright and upright.Zhang Ziyu later inherited the game of Shenyin, which was also his lucky opportunity. After he leaves the customs, he will definitely do a lot.

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense.Generations of geniuses and up-and-comers have emerged in the world, and there will always be some.

****

The clouds and fog in central Sichuan were very thick, and the streets and alleys in the city were shrouded in fog, but this did not prevent Zhou Yan and Zhou Yiguang from being keenly aware that someone was following them.As soon as they passed the boundary marker of the city gate, they were followed by someone.

The two clumsy little tails have been following closely every step of the way, thinking that they have not been exposed, complacent, and ready to return home to make a contribution and ask for a reward.No one knew that they were spotted by the target early on, but the target didn't bother to talk to him.

There was a group of stall operators on the side of the street. Although the fog was so heavy that it almost blocked their sight, those who practiced stalls still practiced stalls. They took it for granted that there were not many customers, business was not easy, and their faces were not happy.

Zhou Yiguang stopped in front of a stall that sold jade seals, mounted paintings and seal carvings, and picked up a folding fan on the stall. It looked like it was old, but it hadn't been sold yet.

The fan bones are warm and moist, and should be made of huanghuali wood.Zhou Yiguang waved his hands and spread out the fan, but it was just an ordinary plain paper fan with the words "I send the world snow full of head" on it.

There is nothing remarkable about the fan itself, but the inscription on the fan is really amazing.

The shopkeeper who lowered his head and ignored no one, saw Zhou Yiguang picking up the fan, and would always look at Zhou Yiguang intentionally or unintentionally, hesitating to speak, as if he wanted to say something.

Zhou Yiguang waved his hand to close the fan and held it in his palm: "Shopkeeper, what do you have to say?"

"This young man has good eyesight. The fan you are holding is extraordinary."

Zhou Yan was curious, took the fan from Zhou Yiguang's hand, looked around and did not see anything unusual, thinking to himself, could it be that the shopkeeper is bluffing and tricking people.But his intuition made him feel that the shopkeeper was not bluffing, this fan did have a story.There seems to be an inexplicable sense of intimacy, but I can't remember it.

"This fan is really nothing, just ordinary." Having said that, the shopkeeper leaned over to the two of them mysteriously, "But the inscription on the fan is by no means a vulgar thing in this world, but written by an immortal. Immortal Grass Ink."

Zhou Yiguang was indeed attracted by the faint scent of ink in Shiyi, so he picked up the folding fan by accident.What the shopkeeper said doesn't sound like he's cheating.

Zhou Yiguang couldn't help opening the fan again, staring fixedly at the inscription on it, forgetting himself.

These few words are exactly the same as when Shi Yi saw Zhou Yan, the inextricable sense of intimacy, but he doesn't know anything, has no basis for anything, and obeys instinct for everything.

Zhou Yiguang went from silently chanting to aloud: "I send the world a snow-covered head."

Suddenly, Zhou Yiguang put away his folding fan, and said a word that he had never heard before: "You buried your bones in the mud of the spring, and I sent my head full of snow to the world."

Words from God, not words in this world.

The shopkeeper was overwhelmed: "It's you, the person the immortal asked me to talk to, is you."

The author has something to say:

"Jun buried in the mud to sell bones, I send snow to the world."

I like Bai Juyi's poems so much that I borrowed some meaning from them.

I also want to take this bit of affection and wish the little cuties a happy Chinese Valentine's Day.