The end of December 1184.

Tan Yang changed greatly.

The mysterious forces bloodbathed many forces in the city, and after killing the secret sect, they quickly withdrew without a trace.

Only devastation was left.

A few days later, in early January.

Li family.

Li Ran stood in front of the study table, moved the inkstone screen on the table to the other side, and unfolded the scroll in his hand.

The scroll is densely packed with small characters.

This is the excerpt he was going to write to the court. He wrote it for several days but has not yet finished it...

Looking at the contents on the table, Li Ran sighed, gently picked up the pen, and added key points.

"Master..." Madam Zhong Yuran behind him looked at him worriedly.

"Is it really going to be like this?"

"Now that Tan Yang is in shock, there are countless casualties. As the head of the prison department, if I still remain silent, in the future..." Li Ran did not continue.

Although he always had plans,... when he saw many of his friends suddenly encountering misfortunes and leaving his entire family with nothing but chickens and dogs.

The emotions in my heart are hard to control.

At the moment, he continued to record and add the new things that happened in the past few days.

The Yunyan soldiers in the Golden Wing Tower were acting unscrupulously, and the Qianhusuo army outside the city did nothing.

The various government departments can barely protect themselves.

The city was filled with gloom and gloom, and several people rebelled.

Boom, boom, boom.

Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Master! The latest news! The latest news! Mr. Sun's mansion... Mr. Sun's mansion... is empty!"

A servant said urgently outside the door.

"What??!" Li Ran's body was shocked.

He originally planned to submit a letter together with the governor Sun Qinghong, but now...

Outside the study, at the other end of the corridor, Li Huoyun was holding a handwritten Taoist scripture and was about to meditate on it. When he heard the news, he was stunned.

He watched his father hurriedly walk out, bringing a group of people with him. Before leaving, he told the officials in the mansion to guard the surrounding area.

Nowadays, chaos has begun to appear in the city, and many people are trying to take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble.

Li Huoyun was confused. He had sent people to the homes of several friends and also to the home of his eldest brother Zhang Ying, but most of them saw no one.

"Did even the governor run away?" He couldn't imagine how far Tan Yang had reached at this time.

"Master, someone just shot a letter at the door!"

Suddenly, a maid hurriedly walked towards him, holding a light yellow envelope in her hand.

Li Huoyun took it and looked at it carefully.

The cover reads: Huo Yun Qinqi.

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Wanyan Lu threw himself heavily into the pond at home and started swimming with all his strength.

As her martial arts practice increased and the amount of exercise increased significantly, her weight has dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the past few days, I have been losing weight at a rate of several kilograms a day almost every day.

Amidst the splashing sound, Wanyan Lu swam his arms vigorously, sweat oozing out and melting into the water.

Zhang Ying had not been here for quite some time. While swimming, she was worried about Zhang Ying's condition.

The relationship between her and Zhang Ying is quite complicated and subtle.

At first she admired the other person, then she became a little envious, and then she gained a little more complicated emotions after learning that her weight was saved.

Even though she is 600 pounds fat, she is still a girl. When large areas of skin are seen on her body, she will be shy like a girl.

But this shyness gradually faded away and became a habit as Zhang Ying continued to train and correct him.

She also gradually let go of herself.

Day by day, I gradually adapted to this kind of training and this kind of life.

But suddenly, Zhang Ying stopped coming.

"Miss! Someone sent a letter!"

Soon a maid hurriedly approached with a letter in her hand.

"It said it was given by Mr. Zhang Ying."

When Wanyan Lu heard this, he immediately swam to the shore, slowly climbed ashore, and swayed a few times.

Taking the dry towel from the maid, she dried her hands and put them on her shoulders.

"Give me."

The envelope was torn open, and inside were neat lines of handwriting.

"He's gone..." Wanyan Lu heard the news of too many people leaving in the past few days. Unexpectedly, even Zhang Ying...

She held the letter and was silent for a moment, looking at the rippling pond, feeling a slight sense of loss in her heart.

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In one month.

The goddess Tongzhang continues to sparring with Zhang Rongfang every day.

Every time, it was defeated in an instant.

Her golden needle looks light and fluffy, but when it bursts out, its penetrating power is quite scary.

Even without using hidden weapons, her movement speed made it impossible for Zhang Rongfang to touch, let alone hit.

Regardless of his body skills and shooting speed, he was nowhere near his opponent.

In addition to sparring, Tiannu also had people carry a lot of various prescriptions to help her regulate her body and speed up her recovery from injuries.

In just over half a month, Zhang Rongfang fully recovered from his previous injuries.

After that, Golden Wing Tower mobilized a large amount of martial arts materials for him to read and study.

Another half month passed in the blink of an eye.

The secret stronghold of Golden Wing Tower.

In the dojo, two figures dodge and move quickly, like two flying eagles swooping back and forth.

Zhang Rongfang's hands were like hooks, and he kept grabbing at the goddess fiercely.

But no matter how fast he accelerated, he could only catch the remaining shadow.

This situation has been going on for a long time, and he has long been used to it.

Not long after, the goddess suddenly paused, raised one hand, and held it under his paw.

The two of them raised their arms together.

laugh!

A golden needle was held by a small hand and hung steadily at Zhang Rongfang's throat.

"It's this trick again..."

Zhang Rongfang was covered in sweat and reluctantly raised his hands to admit defeat.

"Sir, I'm already at the ninth level, why am I still so far behind you in my body skills? What are the realms above the ninth level?"

"The ninth rank is just a system divided by the Lingting to make it easier for everyone to identify their own position. Above them are the masters who transcend the ranks.

Some of these people are the strongest figures in the major sects, top experts who can be called masters of the generation."

Tongzhang took back the golden needle and explained.

"Actually, there are no specific divisions above the super level. There is no fixed gap in the level. In the Great Spirit, many super levels are below the master and above the ninth level."

"how so?"
To be continued...