The pen could be used to write good essays.
It could be used to paint beautiful rivers and mountains.
It could also be used to write talismans.
Yimaozhai was famous for its calligraphy.
Using books to make talismans was a talisman.
Without the help of these scholars' talismans, how could the magic army of the Jing imperial court resist the tide-like monsters of the Snowy Kingdom in the north?
Those who could write well were not all good people.
There was an old scholar named Yimaozhai in Bulao Lin.
His Cultivation state was high, and his background was mysterious.
After the old scholar came to Bulao Lin, he used the pen the most.
But he seldom killed people with the pen. He just recorded and analyzed the cases in the Cloud Platform, and he took in some new people he liked.
It was he who took Liu Shisui to Bulao Lin.
But he didn't know that he stayed in the Cloud Platform because of the old scholar's recommendation.
In recent years, the old scholar's pen had finally become idle.
Maybe it was for this reason that he started to meddle in other people's business.
"Since it has come to this, why kill one more?"
The old scholar said while looking at Xiwang Sun.
Xiwang Sun said, "If it were before, I would do it for your sake, since I like this kid very much. But not now."
"Why?" the old scholar asked.
"If it were before, it would be difficult for me to kill you, and it would take me some time, which might expose my whereabouts. But not now."
As he said this, Xiwang Sun's right hand slid across the First Child Sword, and blood oozed out from the gap between his palm and the sword.
The First Child Sword was covered with blood, but it still had a chilly energy, exuding a terrifying pressure.
Seeing this, the old scholar remarked sentimentally, "Is this the First Child Sword? It turns out that you are the descendants of that person in the South Ocean. "
Xiwang Sun didn't say anything, but wielded the sword.
A chilly and chilly sword will left the First Child Sword and turned into a real arc light, slashing toward the old scholar from a distance away.
The wrinkles on the old scholar's face became deeper because of the wind, making him look very sad.
A black brush that was glowing with a precious light flew out from his sleeve and flew at an unimaginable speed. In the blink of an eye, it wrote a character in the air.
Liu Shisui and Xiao He had no idea what kind of magic treasure this black writing brush was, nor could they make out the characters clearly.
Xiwang Sun knew that this was the City-guarding Pen, one of the four treasures of Yimaozhai.
In the past, the respect and tolerance he had shown the old scholar stemmed largely from this.
Of course, he also saw clearly that it was the word "Jiang".
The iron chain crossed the river.
Jiang Hai is the river where the rest of my life is spent.
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The City-Guarding Brush glowed with precious light. The character that was written also glowed with precious light in the air. It was like a real iron chain that could block all attacks in the world.
When the sword light landed on the word, it did not make any sound, nor was it able to cut through it. It gradually sank into the strokes and was about to disappear.
Xiwang Sun took a step forward.
The bead curtain moved slightly, producing a crisp sound. His yellow robe fluttered in the wind.
This step was Monarch Descent.
There was a crisp sound.
The word 'river' in the air suddenly shattered.
The sword light pierced through the air and landed in front of the old scholar.
The old scholar took a few steps back, his face pale.
There was another crisp smack.
The City-guarding Pen fell on the ground, its precious light dimming slightly.
This didn't mean that the treasures of Yimaozhai were not as good as the First Child Sword of that guy from the South Sea.
It was just that the Cultivation state of the old scholar was still lower than that of Xiwang Sun.
If the City-guarding Pen hadn't protected its owner, he would have been severely wounded.
Xiwang Sun took another step forward, his momentum even stronger.
The old scholar had no intention of backing down. He looked at Xiwang Sun in Silence, with a sense of relief and relief in his eyes.
Xiwang Sun's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he turned to look at the horizon in the east.
It was unclear what he had sensed, but he turned around and left without hesitation. In an instant, he turned into a flash of sword light and disappeared into the horizon.
Despite the sudden change, he still didn't want to let go of Liu Shisui. Before he left, he flicked his sleeve lightly, and a sword light aimed at Liu Shisui's chest.
Liu Shisui was severely wounded, so he couldn't dodge this sword attack.
Xiao He threw herself on him.
In the next moment, she came to her senses and couldn't help but feel a bit regretful.
It was unclear if the bracelet had a great influence on her mind over the years, or if she had been thinking about this matter all the time, but it had become an obsession for her to let Liu Shisui leave this place alive. She didn't even think about it before she charged forward.
How could she be so stupid? Next, he would probably die, right? Would this be considered an idiotic death?
Xiao He thought of these things in a self-mocking way, but she found that death didn't come, and she didn't even feel pain.
She sat up and found that she wasn't wounded, feeling a bit confused. Then she noticed that Liu Shisui was looking behind her with a pale face.
Xiao He followed his line of sight and found that the old scholar was standing in front of them.
The old scholar looked calm, as if nothing had happened. A fan had appeared in his hand out of nowhere.
Liu Shisui had seen this fan before.
Back in the small village, the old scholar had destroyed the soul of a highly achieved swordsman of the Mysterious Dark Sect with a gentle fan.
But just now, he saw clearly that the old scholar had only taken out the fan and didn't do anything else.
"Are you alright?"
He asked in a trembling voice.
"I'm fine."
The old scholar said.
No sooner had he said this than a faint "pah" sound broke out in the cliff.
The old scholar was still wearing the blue robe that had been washed so many times that it had turned white.
A tear suddenly appeared on the front lapel of the robe.
The fresh blood gushed out.
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It was still raining in Zhaoge City. It was annoying.
The black eaves of Taichang Temple looked shiny after being washed by the rainwater.
The people under the eaves were a bit upset.
Both the officials of Taichang Temple and the Pure Heaven Bureau were very busy that day. People were being arrested everywhere in Zhaoge City, and people were dying everywhere.
And they were fully aware that they couldn't rest the next day, because more people would be sent to Zhaoge City and the Fiend Prison in the next few days, waiting to be interrogated by them.
Of course, most of those sent to them were corpses.
In addition to killing people, the assassins of Bulao Lin were also very skilled at committing suicide.
The most difficult task in wiping out Bulao Lin was to find the spies hidden in the Imperial court and the orthodox Cultivation sects.
The problem was that those assassins would commit suicide on the spot after they failed, so it was impossible to find any clues.
"There is another very difficult task that people have forgotten, because nobody dared dream of having such an opportunity before today."
Duke Lu continued while looking at Jin Mingcheng, "It is to catch the mastermind behind Bulao Lin."
Xiwang Sun was very mysterious.
It was said that he was the Young Brother of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean and had great power at the Western Sea Sword School; but few people had seen his true face, save for the winners of the Four-Seas Banquet every year.
Even those winners of the Four-Seas Banquet couldn't be sure if the Xiwang Sun they saw was real or not.
If such a figure disappeared into the crowd, it would be hard to find him again.
"He should be in the upper state of the Broken Sea, or even higher. Few people in Chaotian could defeat him, and he could escape no matter how many people went after him."
Jin Mingcheng continued, "So the most important thing is to locate him. Of course, the Emperor didn't have much hope in finding him in the beginning."
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