Not long ago, Liu Yiqing said, "Mr. Thirteen is watching us from Chang 'an, isn't he?" But at that time, people around the imperial city were too nervous because of the Eldest Brother's sudden appearance and did not think too much about it. They took it as the master of the Sword Garret's reminiscence before his death. It was not until Long Qing said something like that that people vaguely understood something and became extremely afraid.
After the spring drizzle, Hengmu Liren had turned from an ordinary Taoist manservant into an unfathomable powerhouse. His acupoints were all connected and he was wise. He immediately understood what Long Qing was talking about. His body stiffened and his face turned pale. He subconsciously looked to the far north.
In the far north, there was a magnificent city named Chang 'an. He had never seen it with his own eyes, but at this moment, he could clearly see the moss-covered bricks of the city wall, the figure on the city wall, and the iron bow in the figure's hand. Only then did he realize that if it were not for Long Qing, he would have been dead by now.
Even though he was thousands of miles away, he almost died.
Long Qing stared into Eldest Brother's eyes and said, "No wonder you've been so calm from the beginning to the end, without any vigilance. You've been waiting for the moment when we attack. When you took a step forward to the right, I thought you were going to escape into the void. Now I understand that you were just giving way."
Making way for the iron arrow thousands of miles away.
Long Qing's clothes were soaked in sweat when he recalled what happened. If he did not interrupt Hengmu Liren's Divine Skill, what would he be like now?
The Eldest Brother looked at him and said, "I didn't expect you to see through it and break it."
It was difficult to see through the Academy's plan. What was more difficult was to make a decision in such a short time and to have the ability to break Hengmu Liren's Divine Skill. He had been wary of Long Qing's growth and now he was even more certain that Long Qing would bring trouble to Ning Que in the future.
"I should be happy to receive Mr. First's praise."
Long Qing said sadly, "But maybe it's because I know more about the iron arrow. That's why I thought of this possibility. It's not a big deal."
The first time the iron arrow appeared in the world of cultivation was in the Snow Mountain of the Northern Wilderness several years ago. It was shot at him. His cultivation career, or rather, his life, had been fundamentally changed because of that arrow.
Eldest Brother said, "That's right. You still can't defeat Youngest Brother's arrow."
Long Qing said, "It seems that he is indeed watching us from Chang 'an."
Eldest Brother said, "I've said it before. Perhaps he can't see it clearly, but he will always be looking here."
Long Qing looked into his eyes and asked in confusion, "Is this the Academy's plan? But if Mr. First did not show up, Liu Yiqing would not be able to force Hengmu to be seen by Ning Que. "
The Eldest Brother said, "The Divine Hall's thinking is very clear. You want to kill Mr. Liu. It would be better if you could lure the Youngest Brother here to kill him. This is your plan … The Academy is just taking advantage of the situation. Since I have finally been forced to show up, you will naturally be seen."
As long as they were seen, they would be shot to death.
Such a thing had happened before. At that time, Second Brother Jun Mo brought his newly married wife to Qinghe Prefecture. He stepped into the manor by the stream and calmly announced his identity.
Because his name was Jun Mo. Elder Cui from Qinghe Prefecture and another powerful cultivator of the Knowing Destiny State who had been hiding for a long time showed all their powers without hesitation and became the real lights.
The iron bow was on the Peach Mountain, under the Divine Halls of West-Hill. The person holding the iron bow saw the two lights in Qinghe Prefecture. The next moment, the lights went out and the person died.
"The Academy … is indeed sinister."
The fear in Hengmu Liren's eyes turned into anger. He stared at the Eldest Brother and shouted coldly, "For this plan, Mr. First, who claims to be benevolent and righteous, watched Liu Yiqing die without doing anything!"
The Eldest Brother paused for a moment and said, "You're wrong. It's not that I don't want to do anything. It's that I can't. If I could, you wouldn't have been seen by Chang 'an."
Hengmu understood what he meant and became even angrier.
Long Qing understood what he meant and said, "You don't have to do anything. You are here, which means you are going to do something. Otherwise, we wouldn't dare to do anything to you."
The Eldest Brother said, "Even if I didn't do anything, I don't think you would have missed this opportunity."
Long Qing said, "Even if Hengmu was shot to death and I was killed by Mr. First, do you still have the confidence to live?"
The Eldest Brother said, "There is no such thing as absolute certainty in the world."
Long Qing said seriously, "Is it worth it for Mr. First of the Academy to exchange our lives?"
"You're right. When I took that step, I was ready to leave. But you couldn't make me stay. What I mean by unsure is what will happen next. "
The Eldest Brother looked into the darkness and said, "I don't know if he will force me to stay."
The fragrance of the wine wafted through the night, followed by an extremely aged voice. That voice was like a wine that had aged for countless years, mellow to the extreme, but also like a wine urn that had been placed for countless years, full of decay.
"So you have been waiting for me to do something."
The Eldest Brother looked into the darkness and said, "Yes. If you don't do anything, the Academy will never be able to do anything."
A scholar walked out of the darkness. It was hard to tell how old he was. He seemed to be extremely old, but also seemed to have an endless lifespan. It was a very strange combination on him.
There was a flagon in the scholar's hand. He was a Drunkard.
The Drunkard walked to the Eldest Brother and stood still.
The Eldest Brother's cotton-padded jacket was full of dust, but it looked clean from the inside out. The Drunkard's clothes were spotless, but they looked dusty from the inside out.
From the moment he knelt down in front of Sangsang, the Drunkard became the most powerful force in Taoism. It was because of his existence that Hengmu was sure that the Eldest Brother dared not do anything.
The Eldest Brother did not do anything.
It was the Youngest Brother who was ready to do anything.
Tonight, Taoism was ready to kill the Youngest Brother of the Academy, but it was the Eldest Brother who came. No matter who it was, they were willing to kill him. But they did not expect that the Academy wanted to kill him as well.
Tonight, the Academy was ready to kill the Drunkard.
The Drunkard was a powerhouse who had lived through the Everlasting Night. He was a legend in the history of cultivation, and an important weapon to balance the situation in the human world. Killing such a person was undoubtedly a revolution.
Unfortunately, the revolution did not succeed.
The Drunkard brought the flagon to his lips and drank it for a long time. Until his belly swelled and his pale face recovered, he sighed and said, "That was close. That was really close."
The Eldest Brother sighed and said, "Almost. Almost."
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