The recent situation in Qingyang County is very strange.

In the county town, the blood cloud gate and the Jin Yanzong were the decisive divisions, and they were completely washed away with blood.

Together with the affiliated forces, they were all washed away with blood.

But ten days have passed, and the two counterattacks that everyone expected, and the bloody and cruel battle, have not happened.

The tranquility of Qingyang City was extraordinary, and it was so quiet that no one could have imagined it.

When things go wrong, there must be demons, but no one can fathom the inside story.

Blood Cloud Sect and Jin Yanzong each died a Xuanwu realm elder, but it is still unclear who died.

How dare you move Mingguang Pavilion and Lin Yun before you find out the whole story.

If Mingguang Pavilion didn't move them, they would already burn incense and worship Buddha.

But no matter what, the deeds about Lin Yun in the past ten days have spread throughout Qingyang County.

No one knows, no one knows.

Many people are guessing, which one of the four detached sects and Qin Tian Academy will he choose.

With Lin Yun's talent and age, it was obvious that it was impossible to stay in Qingyang County for a long time.

Such leaders, the stage that belongs to him, will definitely be the entire Daqin.

The small Qingyang County could not contain him.

At this moment, outside Qingyang City, the two of them were standing on the avenue.

The horse is a blood dragon horse, and within ten days, its injury has fully recovered. The aura on his body has become even more terrifying, reaching the astonishing realm of six apertures.

People, naturally Lin Yun and Ming Ye.

"Brother Lin, here we are, here we go to the imperial capital, take care of yourselves along the way."

Ming Ye stopped, not sending each other off, but his eyes were complicated and his expression solemn.

The world does not know, but Lin Yun's choice, he already knew in advance.

It's just that I can't figure out why Lin Yun made such an unexpected choice.

"Thank you brother Ming for sending me off."

The four detached sects of the Daqin Empire, plus the Qintian Academy, recruit people in the imperial capital every winter and moon.

There are more than 100 counties in the empire, known as the country of 100 counties, located in Qingyang County on the frontier. In the depths, not to mention a chestnut in the sea, but it is nothing.

This place is too chaotic, not suitable for family management, are some desperados.

Unlike other counties, there are families that have existed for at least a thousand years.

If it is less than a thousand years, it can only be regarded as a poor family, and it cannot be called a clan.

As for the four major clans in the Daqin Empire, Zhou, Wang, Lin, and Li, not to mention, they are all wealthy and powerful clans and hold a pivotal position in the empire.

Among the hundreds of counties, there are countless talents and leaders. Like a sky full of stars, looking at flowers.

And Qintian County, where the imperial capital is located, is a place where stars gather and clans stand.

The Daqin Empire, which can set the capital here, naturally looks at Feng Shui and aura.

Not only the Great Qin Empire, but the mountain gates of the four detached sects also occupy four treasures of Fengshui in Qintian County.

A county is almost filled with the top forces and wealthy families of the Daqin Empire.

Everyone knows that the imperial capital gathers the luck of the entire Qin Empire, and the closer it is, the more prosperous it is.

The competition is fierce, as you can imagine.

All forces that can gain a foothold in Qintian County should not be underestimated, and all talents who want to become famous in Qin must also make a name for themselves in Qintian County.

Every winter month is the busiest time in the imperial capital.

Leaders from all counties of the Daqin Empire will be like crucian carp crossing the river, riding the wind and waves to squeeze into the imperial capital.

Even if you can't get into the four major sects and Qintian Academy, it is very good to have a foothold in Qintian County.

"I've already told you about the situation in the imperial capital, so I won't say more. It's just Lin Yun, I'm still very surprised. Why did you choose to go to the High Heaven Sword Pavilion?"

Ming Ye couldn't help after all, and asked.

Why?

With Bai Lixuan's status in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, he took the risk and went to death.

Lin Yun said softly, "Ten days ago, I thought of a sentence."

"What?"

"If you have the heart of a tiger, you can smell the fragrance of flowers no matter where you are."

Ming Ye's heart moved, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, since you can smell the fragrance of flowers anywhere, why not go to Xuantian Sect?"

Lin Yun said lightly: "Yes, you can smell the fragrance of flowers anywhere. But have you ever seen a tiger reigning among the monkeys? You can smell the fragrance of flowers only if you have the heart of a tiger. I am the craziest horse. Blood Dragon Horse, my sword is the proudest sword, and my heart is naturally the heart of a tiger!"

Ming Ye paused for a moment and went to Xuantian Sect, where he could naturally smell the fragrance of flowers.

Ke Xin...will it still be the heart of a tiger?

No, unless Lin Yun gave up kendo, otherwise, if he wants to become a tiger, he has only one place to go.

High Heaven Sword Pavilion, other than that, is a cowardly choice.

People can die, swords can be broken, but the heart of the sword cannot be retreated.

Suddenly, Ming Ye laughed: "I understand, if you have the heart of a fierce tiger, why should you be afraid of the mountains of swords and seas of fire, and the raging winds of flames. If that's the case, why can't you go to the High Heaven Sword Pavilion!"

It's a dragon, not a worm, a tiger, not a monkey.

Determined to become a tiger, naturally drink the strongest wine, kill the most hated people, smell the most beautiful flowers!

Lin Yun smiled and said: "Brother Ming, you understand me. Half a year ago, someone sent me. I thought that this road, I was afraid that no one would understand and dare to send me. I didn't expect that after half a year, there will be brother Ming like this. friend."

Half a year ago, he left Qingyunzong, and the young master Bai Yufan sent him.

Half a year later, he went through life and death in Qingyang County and grew up to the innate five orifices.

In half a year, with a flick of a finger, the threshold of the four major sects seemed unattainable at first, the innate four orifices.

Now, he has not only reached, but even surpassed one point.

At the age of sixteen, reaching this level of cultivation is nothing if you look at the entire Great Qin Empire.

But if you want to count, the Ziyuan Sword Art he cultivated is not the same.

For half a year, most of them travel alone.

Before leaving, it has to be said that it is a very good thing to have someone send you off.

"Thank you, it's just this parting, I don't know when we will meet again."

Ming Ye smiled bitterly. He was similar to Lin Yun, but he was three years old.

The four major sects are extremely strict in recruiting people.

Even if he was forced to stay in the imperial capital, it would be nothing but everyone.

This parting is forever.

"Take care of yourself."

Lin Yun patted the other party and said in a deep voice, Ming Ye will dominate Qingyang County next. To wipe out the Blood Cloud Sect and Jin Yanzong, the danger is not much worse than Lin Yun going to the High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

"Bon Voyage."

Turning on his horse, Lin Yun clamped his legs, and the blood dragon horse ran wildly on the avenue.

The blood dragon was on the horse, the breeze was blowing, Lin Yun's black hair was rippling with the wind, and many past events came to his mind.

This is his second parting, many people and many things are buried in the flying dust.

He will forget more people and more things.

But some people will forever remain in his memory and cannot be forgotten. Old Hong's hatred, Su Ziyao's love... will all gather in the sect, the imperial capital of the rich family, and write unfinished stories.

There will be past events, buried in the dust, and there will be cause and effect, all the way forward.

The imperial capital is a door, a door that truly leads him to the world of martial arts.

In Ming Ye's eyes, Lin Yun carried the sword box with his back, and walked all the way, with wind rising and dust falling. During the ups and downs, it gradually drifted away until it disappeared at the end of the field of vision.