Chapter 72

The sword light swallowed the blade light.

Between heaven and earth, only the vast and mighty sword qi remained.

This sword strike made one's heart cold; the overwhelming true qi was so abundant it made one despair.

Since leaving the capital last time, it seems not much time has passed, but Dou Changsheng has experienced quite a few things. Escorting the deposed emperor back to Beiyang—the events on this journey were not many, but they could be called soul-stirring.

The Ageless Witch, Jin Sanming, Wang Chongguang.

Not one of them...

Li Na had considered Meng Xiaoyan a friend from the bottom of her heart. She didn't hide this from her, and besides, Mo Shen intended to live here for a long time, so it couldn't be hidden anyway.

"Luo Li!" Xu Ying called out. She had not expected Luo Li to stand up for her in such a way. If she hadn't been so hesitant and indecisive, she might have had a huge argument with her sister-in-law long ago.

The two prefectural assistants only realized today the depth of their lord's foresight and long-term planning. Exchanging information was one thing, but dealing with disputes and disagreements in a timely manner to prevent conflicts from intensifying was particularly important.

In fact, Xue Zhongguang knew nothing about Xiao Hongzhu's affairs. The so-called "Xiao family descendants" he spoke of referred only to the siblings Xiao Hongyan and Xiao Hongyuan.

Song Hao did not doubt what the Cloud Fairy said, but his face carried a trace of emotion as he bent down to pick up the bead.

"Wife, who are you talking to on the phone? Why have you been chatting for so long?" As soon as the call hung up, Mo Shen walked over.

"I'm relieved that my wife's health is fine. Since you have nothing else to do, Xu Ran, you should go back to your hospital; I won't keep you for dinner."

During the Former Han Dynasty, this generally referred to commoners and concubines below the rank of commoners. The Current Han simplifies everything. The emperor's wives and concubines have also been reduced by several ranks. The status of a *ji* has become increasingly blurred.

Warm Spring Station is named after the warm spring. It is well-stocked with heating throughout the four seasons and is a must-pass road for heading south to Shendu. The surrounding area has all been reclaimed for farming, planting highland barley. It is fully self-sufficient.

After discovering that the shadow appearing in his mind was exactly the same as the broken sword in his hand, Ling Aotian could no longer remain calm. Could the divine weapon that the Lord of Destruction was so desperate to obtain be the broken sword in his hand?

Why this man was in the tree, Antonina did not know, but she was clear that it shouldn't be aimed at her; after all, she just happened to be sitting here. The other party was hiding in the tree, looking down from a high position, just happening to look down along her neckline.

Xue He was already prepared to draw his blade, his aura already raised to its peak. The star domain that only a Star Gathering Realm expert could summon was perfect to the extreme.

Going down the mountain went against his original intention, but only by going down the mountain would he have Senior Brother Guangdao's sword intent. After thinking it over, the sword intent was still more important.

Tang Long looked at the jackal's expression, which was somewhat dazed. He was exactly the same as the Tiger Snake, also coming for the family business. So, did the Tiger Snake's death have anything to do with him? That was the key point.

The criminal police, in cooperation with the salvage technicians, spent several hours getting the deceased out of the ditch. The deep ditch was two or three meters deep, and transporting the corpse up the slope was truly difficult. The corpse was transported to the ground along the snake-skin bag.

Tang Long watched the scene for a long time before slowly shifting his gaze to the corpse. There was no evidence at the scene, so he would have to take charge of the surface examination of the corpse.

Chi Yang was wearing a black coat with a black baseball cap pulled low over his head, the brim pressed down to cover his clear, peach-blossom eyes.

The scene was roughly like this: a very large living room, the deceased sitting on the sofa, head slumped on the coffee table, face resting on the coffee table. There was blood on the coffee table and under the coffee table. Four sofas surrounded a coffee table; on the coffee table were fruits, an ashtray with quite a bit of ash inside, and several teacups.

"You observed an evil god ritual last night?" Moore stared into Lei Mulin's eyes and asked seriously.

Clearly, there was some important matter here; otherwise, Sun Daoyuan, Ziyang True Person, and these people could not all be together.