After the villain's cultivation base is lost

The northernmost border of Changchuan.

In the summer solstice, a heavy snow fell suddenly.

The Changchuan that runs across the entire "City Without Silver" is frozen with a thin layer of ice. There are many buildings in the city, and the eaves are hidden in the snow. .

At the gate of the city, the night is getting dark, and there are fewer and fewer people coming and going.

Dozens of monks from the Penitentiary House checked the people who entered the city all day, and finally relaxed, braving the snow and chatting in small groups there.

"This year's snow is too weird. It's probably another snow disaster. It's really bad luck."

"What's wrong with him, as long as we catch that surnamed Xi sooner, we won't be frozen here."

"Xi Jianglan is really a fucking disaster! Spit!"

The people cursed in all kinds of words.

The young man next to him holding hot tea asked curiously: "Master, isn't Xi Jianglan completely devoid of cultivation? How can there be such a need to mobilize people like this to hunt down a useless person?"

The master was leaning against the wall, smoking a pipe, and gave him a look: "...can the Xiezhi sect search all over the thirteen states without finding the slightest clue?"

The young man murmured: "Don't they all say that he has lost all his cultivation?"

"Back then, the Xi family was in charge of the three states, and the family had a big business. It is not uncommon for him to leave him with a few magic tools that can hide his body and describe his appearance." Master said.

The juvenile tea almost spilled: "Isn't it because he can't find it even if he walks under our noses? Then we have to find the Year of the Monkey?"

"You're just going to worry about it." The master laughed, "Tomorrow the master of the Xiezhi Sect will come and search, and then we will have nothing to do."

Only then did the boy feel relieved.

While talking, a man wearing a fence came out of the snow with a lantern.

The warm yellow candlelight reflects the heavy snow with goose feathers, like moths flying to the flame, being swept away by the black robes.

The man's demeanor was cold and gloomy, like a seductress who came to take someone's life in the middle of the night.

The few people who had just relaxed immediately became vigilant and stopped them with horizontal knives.

"Stop! The executive order of the Correctional and Amnesty Court—where's your household registration fish amulet?"

The man wearing the fence didn't speak, but gently lifted the corner of the fence with the hilt of his sword, revealing the hidden gold-woven pattern of the Xiezhizong beast on the wide sleeve.

Everyone was shocked immediately, took half a step back and saluted respectfully.

"It turned out to be the master of the Xiezhi sect."

The Xiezhi Sect is in charge of the punishment of the thirteen states, and it is also a prison for extremely vicious criminals. For decades, almost none of the criminals who entered the Xiezhi Sect came out alive.

——So it is also called "Ghost Gate".

The people from the Pardon Court didn't expect Xie Zhizong to arrive so soon, and they looked at each other.

The monk who was smoking a pipe just now stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, you must have come here for the matter of Xi Jianglan, right? The head of the Punishment and Pardon Court has been waiting for a long time, and the night is getting dark. I will take you there."

The man lifted half of the fence, revealing half of his indifferent and majestic face.

His lips didn't move, but his voice sounded.

"No need."

The monk froze, and when he realized it, his back broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sect Master Sheng Sheng?"

The person from the Xiezhi sect turned out to be Sheng Jiao? !

In the entire thirteen prefectures, there is no one who does not know the name of Sheng Jiao, the suzerain of Xiezhi Sect in Zhongzhou - he is in charge of punishment, punishment and amnesty in the world, and he is an existence comparable to the way of heaven.

Everyone was shocked.

The name Sheng Jiao, the suzerain of the Xiezhi Sect, was too intimidating, and they couldn't stop it at all. They didn't even check the household registration and fish charms, and opened the door respectfully.

Sheng Jiao's body was like a frosty sword, and his robe was flying in the goose snow, and he walked slowly into the city.

Everyone stared blankly at his back, and it took a long time before they let out a heavy breath.

Just now everyone lowered their heads and didn't dare to look directly at Sheng Jiao, but the immature-faced young calf was not afraid of tigers, so he boldly glanced at him.

He watched Sheng Jiao disappear into the darkness with a dazed expression.

The Suzerain of the Xiezhi Sect, Sheng Jiao...

Why is there a cat's claw on the shoulder of the fairy who looks like snow on the top of the mountain?

***

The long street is full of snow.

It should be Sheng Jiao's first visit to such a remote city, but he walked around the intricate streets with ease.

The streets and alleys of "No Silver City Here" are all named after money. Soon, he came to an alley named "Wu Nai He" and walked in slowly.

A black cat appeared at some unknown time, standing on his shoulder, meowing out words.

"Xi Jianglan, I've never seen anyone in the entire thirteen prefectures who is more courageous than you—even if you dare to impersonate Sheng Jiao, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

The lights at the entrance of the alley were about to burn out, and the last candle was ignited with a bang.

Soon the replacement candle oil was automatically poured into the candlestick, and the flame flickered twice before lighting up again.

Candlelight poured down the alley, and the black fence on the man's body quickly receded like a tide, slowly revealing a slender figure.

The "Sheng Jiao" face that everyone was afraid of just now changed completely, as if the painted skin had been removed.

——It was Xi Jianglan who was being pursued by the entire thirteen states.

He seemed to have been ill for a long time, his brows, eyes and bones were originally beautiful, but he was a little depressed due to his illness, and his long hair with splashes of ink fell loose, wrapped in a few snow petals.

Xi Jianglan lazily said: "Otherwise, how do you think I survived the past six years by hiding in Tibet? I'm not brave enough, I would have died [-] times already."

"Bah!" the black cat scolded, "What did you go out of town this time? Are you not afraid of searching for people everywhere in the pardon?"

"Go to other cities to find a medicine."

Xi Jianglan replied calmly, he seemed to be born ignorant of what fear is, and strolled through the long streets and alleys unhurriedly.

There is a burst of sweetness coming from the pastry shop at the corner.

An eleven or twelve-year-old girl in white clothes was sitting on the threshold admiring the snow, she raised her slender fingers slightly, and the snowflakes flew around her palm like a whirlwind.

A crow flapped its wings and landed on the eaves, shaking off the solid ice.

Xi Jiangyan quickly blocked it with his hand, and opened the sharp upside-down icicle.

The girl let out a "ah" in surprise, and after seeing him clearly, she said happily, "Brother Lan is back!"

"Why are you still looking at the shop so late, where's your father?" Xi Jianglan raised his hand and brushed his black hair casually with his bony fingers, bent over and stared at the pastries on the booth.

The girl giggled: "Daddy is going to gamble."

Xi Jianglan also laughed, and raised his hand to lightly touch her eyebrows: "Silly girl, do you know what gambling means? Are you still laughing? With your father's temper, sooner or later, you will be exported too."

The girl's heart was so big that she happily took two pieces of oiled paper: "I won't—Brother Lan, do you want osmanthus cake?"

Xi Jianglan nodded.

The girl skillfully took a piece of oiled paper, wrapped a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus crystal cake and sweet-scented osmanthus and handed it to him.

"Do you keep accounts?"

Xi Jianglan ate a mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and said vaguely, "Ji Ji Ji."

The girl couldn't stop laughing.

Xi Jianglan was a big man with arms and legs, and he didn't feel ashamed to eat other people's cakes for nothing. The girl chatted a few words, strolled and continued to walk into the alley holding an umbrella.

The girl continued to sit on the threshold and waited for her father to come home. She subconsciously spread her five fingers, and the snowflakes fell gently on her palms—the invisible whirlwind just now disappeared at some point.

She tilted her head suspiciously.

The black cat poked its head out from the back of Xi Jianglan's neck and rolled its eyes.

"Didn't you hear just now, people from the Xiezhi Sect will come over tomorrow to search for the household registration fish charms again, what will you do then?"

Xi Jianglan has been hiding in Tibet for many years and is very experienced. He lightly licked the pastry crumbs on the corners of his lips, and when his eyelashes drooped, he showed a red mole on his eyelids.

"As long as the person from the Xiezhi Sect is not Sheng Jiao, I won't be able to die for the time being."

Sheng Jiao has a distinguished status now and sits in the Xiezhi Sect all the year round. How can he have time to wander around such a remote place?

Xi Jianglan has nothing to fear.

The black cat didn't know what Xi Jianglan said: "I've always wanted to ask, do you have any old feud with Sheng Jiao?"

Xi Jianglan had already walked to the end of the alley and gently opened the door. His every move was a nobleman raised by the family all the year round, which was incompatible with the dilapidated medical shop.

"An old grudge?"

He tilted his head, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"Cheated Sect Master Sheng's feelings..."

The black cat was taken aback.

Xi Jianglan's smile was full of cunning that succeeded in evil fun: "...is it revenge?"

Black Cat: "..."