Chapter 228: Autumn Merit

Bianliang, the autumn wind bleak, yellow leaves falling from branches, a sight of desolation.

That day there was rain, sparse and scattered, cold and clear, an autumn rain bringing a chill.

Zhao Ti sat within the lakeside pavilion, gazing at the misty chill over the lake's surface, veiled as if by gauze, his heart adrift in a hazy, blank daze.

Ah Zhu and Lan Jian stood behind, Miss Youcao cradling a colorfully painted fish-food jar, while the little maid Ruyi leaned against the pavilion's lacquered red wooden railing, stretching out to feed the fish.

The fish grew ever more lively, not only rising to beg for food,

"Let's go find Xiang'er first." When Yin Junfeng was at a loss, this was the first thought that came to him.

Actually, Jiang Mo himself didn't know why he'd come here tonight to find her; he just felt like dropping by to take a look, and so he came.

Yin Junfeng happened to be watching Tie Xiangxue practicing her sword, and wasn't all that shocked. Perhaps to him, the might Tie Xiangxue displayed at this moment hadn't reached the seven-tenths he'd imagined.

Yin Junfeng was puzzled; the question from back then still left him bewildered. Why had he walked into the Black Wheel of Death, chosen the path of death, and yet in the end not died? Could it be connected to the Four Symbols? Then what exactly was that connection?

Shen Nanzhi's mind felt as if it had been scorched by fire, dizzy and muddled; she hadn't even registered what Xiao Chuyun's words meant.

The light here was deep and heavy, like a lone, faint flame in the darkness, flickering with pinpricks of starlight, swallowed by the void every now and then.

In fact, when the King of Slaughter opened the entrance to the Hell Road, Guang Ling had been right beside the battleground, watching.

He was a perfectly legitimate External Force martial artist; looking across the entire younger generation of Jiang Cheng's martial arts world, he could be counted among the elite.

Even though she was still trapped within the Seven Killings Formation, even though life and death still hung before her eyes, all her original panic and helplessness vanished in an instant the moment she heard that voice.

"Father, why does the Hill family want to use this piece of land to exchange for a territory far away in the Extreme Frost Lands?" Chen Luo thought for a moment, then asked.

"This Seat has fallen to such a state—is it not all thanks to your own hand?" Tian Yi's tone in saying this was utterly flat.

"I don't know, probably, some kind of weapon?" Another shook his head. If it were merely a skill-based attack, they couldn't fathom what kind of skill could cover such a vast range. After all, even the Evangelist's beam could only kill enemies along a single straight line.

Shi Lin suddenly slammed the table, lifting the hearts of everyone in the conference room into their throats; none of them dared make a sound.

After saying that much, and without a care for the bewildered Hu Lin standing there, Chen Jian cupped his fist in farewell and rode off.

Shi Lin reversed the car, then got out and tossed the stones from the car to the roadside, then took a cloth from inside the car and wiped the dust off the windshield, then returned to the driver's seat, turned on the wipers and swept the dust clean.

The reason he didn't draw his sword was that he didn't want to accidentally hurt Ying Quan—after all, Ying Quan was Consort Xi's son.

"Since Your Highness is convinced that the two soldiers who watched over Mei Er during the day might both have colluded with others to harm Mei Er, why trust the word of Qin Ji alone and only apply the question to Zhao Geng?" Li Jing said lightly.

Although Jiang Wangyue was not a sword cultivator, he possessed an orthodox sword cultivator's cultivation method, so deep down he looked down on this fellow, including the sect behind him.

Its daily routine was sleeping during the day, sleeping at night, sleeping all the time—the whole day spent in a listless state.

"Sufficient strength can shatter every scheme and trick!" Sheng Qi had always believed in the supremacy of strength.

Then, the protagonist, a boy from Country M, appeared; after certain events, he took up the Monkey King Staff that had fallen to the mortal world and came to the Eastern lands, where he met Lu Yan, Jin Yanzi, and a monk transformed from monkey hair.

Most of the Fruit Gang paupers had no guns or ammunition; killing a giant python with only blades and bows was already a remarkable feat.