The year number is about to settle.

At this time, the summer is already completely in full swing. In the hot and dull weather, people are still staring at the scorching sun and running on the ground. No matter what, although the war has passed, the living people still need to live and even hope to live a better life.

The shaft of the car creaked on the street, and the driver who drove the car carefully pulled the reins. On the streets where people were coming and going, there were children playing and chasing. Occasionally, when a cool breeze blew, the vendors exposed to the sun quietly stretched their necks to let the wind pour into the back of their necks, and their expressions immediately showed a comfortable and comfortable feeling.

In such a hot season, there were signs of plagues in the north and the Jurchens' civil strife and division among the literati and storytellers who had become like lit a fire on boiling oil. Since the enemies in the north could not go south in a short time, vendors from all over the country embarked on the business of goods circulation again.

For the literati, what is more important is that the original Chunbou was also because large areas of land in the north were in great need of peace and management. At the suggestion of the Dongchang reopened the exam in August this year. The candidates on the east and west sides will be escorted to Beijing for the exam by the local government office to avoid unnecessary accidents on the way. This news spread from the Dongchang channel, making the already crowded Bianliang once again a place that is as crowded as a place.

On the other hand, in the development of the literary situation, the martial arts champion, which has always been unrespected, has become increasingly popular under the auspices of the Dongchang. The martial artists coming to take the exams in various places have also made the Kaifeng government office quite troubled. Although no one was killed, many fights occurred in two or three days, which has already made the yamen busy.

Inns and brothels, these crowded places caused the most riots. In a sense, people who practice literature and martial arts gathered also added a lot of heroism to the original literary and literary capital.

But generally speaking, whether it was the Jurchen civil strife or the Liangshan Mountains in the past, the Jiangnan Fangla and others could not avoid the war factory located in Donghuamen, or the admiral Bai Ning in the Dongchang Yamen.

In the world, I am not unfamiliar with this name, and I even have some fear and fear. Fortunately, the other party is in a high position, and many things of the Prime Minister cannot stare at the slightest movement in the world every day. In general, the things in the world are more intersected with the six doors below the East Factory. However, people outside don’t know that the Red Mansion built by Bai Ning in private has already started to operate in a quiet pace.

Luo Jin, the "throat-sealing ghost" Xie Daner, and five masters known as the "Five Poisons" were in charge of the Red Building. Under the operation of the Dongchang Fund, the power of the Red Building has already enveloped the entire capital. However, in their actions, they follow the steps set by Bai Ning in advance, and there are still many people who don't know.

Of course, for Bai Ning and even the thousands of households in Dongchang, what Honglou did was in their eyes was a small fuss and was not a big deal.

The summer is hot, and the breeze blows across the water of the Yuexin Lake. The swimming ducks are playing, and a group of ducks roar around the adult ducks.

Under the willow trees outside the rebuilt lakeside pavilion, a small figure was practicing martial arts there. In the pavilion, a woman named Xiao Pinger shrank her feet under her thighs with her naked feet and snuggled up to her figure.

"Five Poisons" Bai Ning looked at the information sent by Honglou Hongyi in his hand, "You have heard of the ruthlessness, venomous snake heart, human face and beast heart, unswerving means, crazy people are a bit interesting?"

On the connected bench, the woman straightened up and took the piece of paper from his hand. Her eyebrows were filled with spring, showing her good mood recently. Perhaps there was no one else, and the one around her belonged to her.

"These people seem to have some reputation in the evil path, but it doesn't matter." She threw the pages of paper on the stone table. "If your two men can't suppress these people, just go and keep them in good manner." Then she turned sideways and leaned up again.

A moment.

The sitting figure suddenly stood up and let the woman lean into the air. Bai Ning pretended not to see it, and walked towards Linglong with his hands in his arms, and said, "Do you ignore the affairs of the God Cult on your side?"

Stubbornness flashed by.

Xiao Ping'er leaned back on the wooden railing behind the bench, her naked lotus feet shaking together, and the copper bells on her ankles kept ringing. She turned her head and held a strand of black hair.

"You're driving me?"

“Not to.”

"That's all." Xiao Ping'er raised her face, letting the sunlight shine spread on her fair face, and her tone seemed so calm.

On this afternoon, as dull as the past half month has passed, at the end of June, what should finally come, Bai Ning saw a letter in the study.

See you at the 26th Pingling Ferry.

The contents of the letter were simplified in Chinese. Only Bai Ning understood the meaning of this. After calming down, he took the Xuantian Hunyuan Sword hanging on the wall and went there alone to make an appointment without anyone knowing it. This was the beginning of the plan.

The suburbs of Bianliang, Pingling Ferry.

The night wind blew through the gaps between the woods on the bank of the Yellow River, and the stars fell down, and there were figures walking in the cold and bright colors.

The Yellow River flow in this section is not so turbulent. The ferry is tied to a wooden stake and sways slightly as the water waves rise and fall. When Bai Ning arrived at the ferry, the nearby boatman had turned off the lights and went to bed.

"I'm here!" He said calmly.

The sound was slow, and the leaves swaying in the wind suddenly seemed to explode. A figure rushed out, so fast that people could not see clearly. What was poking out was a palm.

Bai Ning on the shore instantly drew his sword and slashed backwards. The slender sword tip teared through the air and buzzed.

The figure who rushed towards him suddenly opened his hand and the sword stopped between the two. At the moment of stalemate, the cold moonlight reflected two identical faces, except for one wearing a black gold-edged palace robe and the other with a white scholar robe.

"You can also speak in a sensible way?" Bai Ning looked at the other party.

"You know, I know, I know, I know, you may not." The 'Bai Ning' over there also turned his head, but his tone was stiff and not so natural.

"I'm afraid it may not be."

As soon as the black palace robe finished speaking, just as the sword was about to break, both of them used extremely fast moves to slam the palm, and the loud bang exploded. Both sides took a step back, and the system figure then approached again, and shot out both palms. The sword was swung over there, and the palm was snatched, and they were out, like they were going back and forth, and they fought dozens of times in a short moment.

The loud bang sound hit hard like a storm in an instant. The mud and stones on the shore were scattered and flew out like a violent force from the two of them.

The crackling sound hit the wall of the boatman's house at the ferry. After a while, the lights lit up in the room, and it was obviously awakened by the movement outside.

The two people outside fought for a while, and their fingers brushed over the sword. Bai Ning suddenly pulled up his speed, and ran intensively after several steps. The white hair was raised. The sword in his hand also took action. The sharp blade slashed through the air, and there were obvious signs of division.

Thunder Evil Sword Technique

In the originally cold and faint light, the figure in the black palace robe was as fast as a ghost. During a breath, a buzzing sound came from the air, and a white light flashed. In the system's vision, he could see the other person's figure clearly and directly stepped on his arms and pushed forward.

Guiyuan Gangqi

Supported by the pure internal force, the soil under his feet rushed out loud, and the blade that came from the opposite side suddenly seemed to be stirred in the water, creating a sense of stagnation and slowed down.

The moment the sword body stabbed in the invisible twisted internal force, the moonlight reflected Bai Ning's face pale, then flashed, and his body retreated. On the other hand, the figure of the system took another step forward, which was an extremely fierce handprint.

Wanchuan Returns to the Sea

boom!!

There was another loud noise. Bai Ning's body had already dodged the direction of the palm force that was buzzing out, and the majestic waves of air flew sand and stones towards the house where the light had just lit up.

The gravel and the wood on the roof rose up all the way back, and the wall in the front also collapsed under great force.

The fisherman in the room stood in front of the bed, and was already dull. On the simple bed, his wife hugged the quilt and reacted, making a shocking cry. The fisherman just came to her senses and looked around.
Chapter completed!