The Sword Dynasty - 633

When the law formations in those turrets were activated one after another, the courtyard where the head of the Shendu Supervisor Chen Jian was located was already full of many officials from the Shendu Supervisor who would not normally see.

Before boarding the carriage, Supervisor Chen issued a series of orders in a very simple and quick manner.

Most of these orders were directed at Jiantiansi, including the assassination of some important figures of Jiantiansi and the rapid takeover of some institutions.

These orders contain meticulous plans and an extreme understanding of Jian Tiansi, especially most orders require the queen and the two ministers’ paperwork to execute.

However, none of the Shendujian officials standing in this courtyard felt abnormal, because since Yuanwu became the throne more than ten years ago, the greatest significance of Shendujian’s existence is actually to one day eat Jiantiansi in one bite.

Of course, there are many old people like Mo Qinggong and the like among the officials of the Shendu Superintendent in these courtyards. The elderly only corresponded to the number of years they served as officials in the Shendu Prison, not that they were really old.

They saw excitement in the eyes of the new people in the surrounding gods.

Such an opportunity is indeed a good opportunity for these young officials, but for these old people at this time, such excitement is pathological.

The war on the border between Qin and Chu is in full swing, and it is not yet known who will die. Jiantian is also a pillar of Changling. Now these young officials do not worry about the war at the border, but they already think that this battle against Jiantian will give themselves. What kind of benefits will the future bring.

However, even an old man like Mo Qinggong didn’t notice the slightest abnormality in Chief Chen Jian.

Ye Ce Leng was still in the Changling City, and as far as Supervisor Chen was concerned, everything about him was in the Changling City.

But he himself got on the carriage and began to walk towards the Sword Sect of Minshan Mountain according to the will of the imperial palace.

The reason why he accepted such an arrangement completely obediently was because he knew very well that in this storm in Changling, only by preserving Baili Suxue as much as possible could it be possible to keep the night cold.

For the mistress in the palace, Baili Suxue was more important than Ye Ce Leng.

As long as Baili Suxue is alive, it is impossible for many people to leave, and it is impossible to deal with Ye Ce Leng.

“I hope you can live.”

As the carriage began to gallop, the head of Supervisor Chen closed his eyes and slowly said in his heart: “I hope I can live too.”

Life is only the lowest demand for ordinary people in Changling. They pursue a better life, but for many people who have reached the top, living has become the ultimate pursuit.

As long as they can live and the people they care about can live, they don’t really care about the so-called enjoyment. Even if they eat the simplest food and wear the roughest clothes, they can feel at ease.

There was a tremor with a unique rhythm from the galloping carriage.

The man driving the car for the head of Chen Jian was a deaf and mute old servant. The communication between him and the head of Chen Jian was through the tapping of the true yuan flowing out of his fingers on the carriage.

Someone tried to stop his carriage, and it was only a low-level official who was blocking the road.

In normal times, no such low-level official dared to stop his carriage, so Supervisor Chen opened his eyes again and stopped the carriage, wanting to hear what the low-rank official wanted to say to him.

“Chen Jinci, Master of Rites.”

When the carriage stopped, an official of the Shendu Superintendent had already walked out of the lane nearby. He approached his carriage and said these two sentences softly.

Head Chen Jian was startled slightly, waved his hand to let the Shendu Jian official leave, and then looked at the approaching young official.

Although he was a low-level official of the Lisi, he was a practitioner from the Chen family in Liangjiang County, and he was in the same clan genealogy, so he knew this young man.

The young official was a little cautious, but he went to his carriage and bowed and said softly: “Don’t try to deal with Duanmu Houye, that is a trap.”

A strange flame ignited in the eyes of Supervisor Chen, his brow furrowed deeply, and he asked, “Who asked you to say this to me?”

The young official continued: “Master Shen Xuan asked me to tell you that he is not your enemy.”

After saying this, the young official raised his head, and then black blood began to flow from his mouth, and then his pupils turned black, and black tears began to flow.

Supervisor Chen knew that this young official had reached the last time in his life, and his tone, which was always slow at ordinary times, suddenly became rushed, “Why?”

“Not only because of Master Shenxuan, but also because, in a sense, you are the future of our Liangjiang County, and you represent our Chen family, so you can’t have an accident.”

After saying this, the young official fell down and died beside his carriage.

Supervisor Chen slowly lowered his head.

His movements are also unusually slow, as slow as moss growing slowly in the shadows.

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In the Sword Sect of Minshan Mountain, Baili Suxue walked along the white jade-like ice road to the top of the ice.

The Sword Sect of Minshan Mountain gets colder at the top. There is a wonderful rule of vitality. The cold air on the ice road far exceeds all the ice and snow in the world, and it has a strange repelling effect on the water vapor from outside. The water vapor in the air is frozen here. It became hoarfrost, but it couldn’t fall. It was pushed far away by the cold air on the mountain road, and it was blown away by the mountain wind, and it floated between the sky and the earth again.

It’s just that today, Baili Suxue’s body is more cold than this ice road, and white vitality flows from him every step of the way, falling on the ice road below his body, and then following the eternally unchanged The ice surface penetrated into the inside, until the inside slowly revealed the sapphire-like color.

The mountain wind was as strong as a knife, unable to blow Baili Suxue’s robes, but his hair was flowing under his own vitality, and there was a rhythm of flying behind him, naturally with a sacred taste.

He looked at Changling.

As many years ago, today the Changling Mausoleum is covered with clouds.

It’s just different from that of the past. Most of the clouds in Changling today came from the turret’s Yin Falling Moon array, while the clouds and the extremely chaotic heaven and earth vitality of the year came from the practitioners who came to kill Wang Jingmeng from all dynasties in the world.

Suddenly a icy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The world around Jianzong Minshan is still not surprised, but he knows very well that the changes here will soon surpass the Changling at this moment.

There were countless people who wanted to kill Wang Jingmeng.

There are countless people coming to kill him now.

He is very proud.

Because everyone in the world didn’t misunderstand him, they all knew his intentions.

He is such a person who loves and hates clearly.

For Wang Jingmeng back then, he did not forgive or forgive, but no matter what he did, he obeyed his own will.