The man seemed a little unbelievable. He felt it quietly for a moment, and then frowned a little deeper.

He intuitively felt that the other party was not a grade eight.

However, a monk who is not of the eighth grade was able to sense the unexpected and could sense the coming danger and escape from his nose.

This monk is very special.

It was normal for him to be crouched in Chang'an and be noticed by others. However, after someone followed and spyed, he was able to leave safely after he noticed it. This made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He walked in the night, and there were Jinwu Guards passing through the streets and alleys, but there seemed to be a strange time difference between him and these Jinwu Guards. Often, after he walked through that street, the Jinwu Guards patrolling the curfew appeared, or after the Jinwu Guards walked through the streets and alleys in front of him, he walked into that street.

He walked slowly and arrived in Pingkangfang.

Pingkangfang is the most prosperous market in Chang'an. The official prostitutes from Chang'an gather here. After the Lifang Gate is closed, the inner flower shops and wineries are all night long. The fine wines here will never be cut off, and the songs and laughter of the beauties here will never disappear.

However, during this New Year, most of the wealthy chefs who spent a lot of money were also staying at home. Instead, fewer people who called their friends to come to Pingkangfang to drink wine than usual, so that Pingkangfang is much deserted than usual, and most wineries are closed. They have to go through the tenth day of the lunar month before they slowly resume business.

Without the lights and wine, and without the endless stream of cars, horses and pedestrians, this man in his fifties did not seem to be walking through the most prosperous market in Chang'an, but rather in the demon cave where countless monsters would rush out from the dark courtyards on both sides at any time.

Those deep courtyards that often have five or six entry points emit a gloomy smell at this time, just like the gloom that has accumulated over the years. During this period, there was finally a catharsis.

Especially in an open space in front of Bailufang, a huge ancient camphor tree that is usually called a wishing tree. Even though it is still the same as usual, many branches are hung with red cloth strips, but without the usual candlelight, it looks like a huge ghost in the night.

However, these did not hinder the man at all.

He lowered his head and walked towards the unbuilt Bailufang on his own. Just as he had just stepped over the courtyard wall of Pingkangfang, he stepped over the courtyard gate of Bailufang.

He landed silently, and after entering one of the largest restaurants in Pingkangfang, he walked through the courtyard and walked leisurely in the streets and alleys outside.

After Bailufang arrived at the second courtyard, it was full of two and three-story pavilions. When he entered the third courtyard, the shadows of the pavilions covered him, two black shadows appeared silently in the shadows on both sides.

However, these two black shadows had just emerged. The man, who was over 50, just waved his hands at the two black shadows, and the two sword auras instantly cut the two black shadows like cutting paper.

The two black shadows did not even have time to make any sound, and then they turned into four sections and fell to the ground.

Blood spread out on the ground instantly, and the air was filled with pungent blood.

Several unbelievable screams sounded deep in the courtyard.

Immediately, after entering the courtyard for the third time in Bailufang, the lights quickly lit up and the courtyard suddenly became bright.

The man in his fifties did not even look at the two bodies. He continued to move forward and walked into the fourth courtyard.

A woman in a white fur coat was already standing at the bottom of a building in the fourth courtyard.

There were no less than seven practitioners beside her and on the pavilions behind her.

However, these seven practitioners and this woman looked at the man with a little horror.

Eight-level practitioners.

And he is definitely not an eight-grade practitioner in Chang'an City.

How could such an eight-level practitioner suddenly appear?

Yin Shiniang and Gu Liubai once said that this practitioner who could make Long Po feel emotional is not the eighth grade like Feng Shuqing who has just obtained supernatural powers, but the strongest among the eighth grades.

Such a master, no matter how ordinary he looks and his outfit is not noticeable, his every move will naturally have extraordinary demeanor.

Before the woman could speak, the man said coldly, "This is not something you Xue can interfere. Give me all the secret reports and clues you have received."

The woman was over 20 years old and had a very plump figure, especially her peaks were very majestic. She was in a state of excitement at this time, and her chest was fluctuating violently. The waves were a little thrilling.

She took a deep breath, looked at the man, bowed, and said, "Ask the name of senior."

The man frowned slightly and said, "You are not qualified to know."

The woman said, "Senior, let me give it a try again, otherwise I will not be able to afford the business over the years."

The moment she spoke the word "that", the doors and windows on the second floor of the pavilion behind her were easily broken like paper, and dozens of crossbow arrows that were so thick that they were so suffocating that they were shooting down at the man with a terrifying sound of wind.

Bed crossbow!

There are actually two bed crossbows hidden in this pavilion!

This heavy crossbow tool used to defend or siege cities is simply impossible to appear here. Its scarcity and control are even better than Xuan Armor.

Even in places like Heishawa, there is no equipment at all in order to avoid such a bed crossbow falling into the hands of the enemy country.

At this time, the person who controlled the two bed crossbows was found. The crossbows that required multiple people to cooperate could control them. The crossbow arrows shot out at this time completely covered the man's area of ​​more than ten feet.

At such a close distance, each of these crossbow arrows was like a giant tree falling from the air. Just the whistling wind was enough to destroy doors and windows, making people unable to open their eyes.

However, facing such crossbow arrows, the man only had a slightly ironic look on his face.

He seemed to have predicted the running route of each crossbow arrow. His body was shaking with a strange rhythm, but it was shocking rapidly in a very small area, and no crossbow arrow really fell on him.

The moment all the crossbow arrows passed by him, his hands waved again.

In the night sky, his arms shaking with his body, many afterimages were produced, as if hundreds of arms grew out on him at the same time.

Pieces of crystal clear sword aura silently generated from the edge of his palm and sprinkled out.

The moment the crossbow arrows hit the ground hard, before the gravel and soil splashed, except for the plump woman, the practitioners and the soldiers who controlled the crossbows on the bed had all fallen.

"Thousand-handed sword evil!"

"You are Li Deyi!"

The plump woman widened her eyes in disbelief, "You are actually an eighth-rank."

Hearing the woman's exclamation, the slightly sarcastic expression on the man's face disappeared, replaced by deep emotion.

The woman did not admit her mistake.

He is Li Deyi.

Like his name, he should have been proud in this prosperous era.

His family background is very prominent.

His father Li Jifeng became the Minister of the Secretariat, and he was also the powerful and powerful in the court who could truly shake the world.

Li Deyi was quick-witted and extremely handsome since childhood. Even the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty loved him very much and even held him and played on his lap.

At that time, Prime Minister Wu Heng had taken the school entrance exam in public, Li Deyi, who was only eight years old, asked, "What kind of book do you like to read at home?"

Li Deyi said slowly: "Mr. Wu, as the prime minister, Xinghui assists the king, minister and envoy, this is your duty. You do not ask people about the principles of governing the country and adjusting the yin and yang, but you ask me, a child, what books you like to read. The bookmaker is the responsibility of the school and the Ministry of Rites, and it has nothing to do with you."

Wu Heng was disappointed in public, and Li Deyi's name was naturally spread in the Tang Dynasty.

Such characters should have a rich chapter in Chang'an.

Under thirteen years old, Li Deyi's civil and military strategy were far superior to his classmates at that time. Many senior officials in the court at that time believed that this person must be the prime minister.

However, who would have thought that as he entered the officialdom with his family and became a Hanlin bachelor, he was released as an observer due to the failure of the party struggle.

Afterwards, he traveled among local, border towns and border troops. Although his political achievements were significant, he was promoted one after another and became the governor of Huainan. However, twenty-six years had passed since he left Chang'an.

Although this woman had heard of Li Deyi's name and knew that the Thousand-Handed Knife was passed down by Li Deyi's family, she did not know that Li Deyi had returned to Chang'an, nor did she know that Li Deyi, who had been known as a child prodigy when she was young, had long become an eighth-grade cultivator.

Twenty-six years, too long.

In the past twenty-six years, the Tang Empire has gone through many storms. In Chang'an, which has always gathered everyone's sight, there are also many prodigy and talented people.

How many people can remember these romantic figures far away from Chang'an, no matter how outstanding they do in remote places?

What's more, even though Li Deyi has been continuously improved in the past twenty-six years, his promotion speed is far from that of those truly proud talents in Chang'an.

Not to mention, Li Deyi had never shown his eighth-rank cultivation, whether in the border army or in the important towns where he stationed his troops.

He was like a peerless sword, but he was far away from the center of the empire and from everyone's sight, hiding for so many years.

But at this time, I quietly returned to Chang'an. Is it really just for that magical object?

The plump woman looked at the monk with emotion on her face, her eyes full of wind and frost, and her heart was filled with bitter cold.

"You are right, this is not something that we Xue can get involved in."

She took a deep breath, tried her best to calm herself down, and then bowed again, saying, "I will hand over all the clues we have to Mr. Li."

Li Deyi followed the woman into a study room, and after she handed him several seals of seals to read them one by one, he nodded.

Seeing his back as he stood up and left, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. However, at this moment, she saw a sword light falling on her neck.

Before she could feel fear, her head had fallen.

"I can let you live, but this matter is important. I am ordered to do it, and you cannot live."

Li Deyi listened to the sound of her head rolling down and said in his heart. After he slowly walked out of the Bailufang and arrived in the streets of Pingkangfang, away from the bloody smell, he slowly raised his head and looked at the places where the lights were still on in Pingkangfang.

He sighed again with emotion.

The last time I drank flower wine in Pingkangfang was nearly thirty years ago.

How many thirty years does life have?

The emotion in his eyes quickly disappeared.

Based on the clues he has obtained in the past few days, a new place has appeared in his mind.

...

In the carriage, the third prince's brows frowned deeply.
To be continued...