The floating clouds are far away in the sky and I dare not disturb them.

The mountain roads are strict and have their own rules.

Under the unbiased sunlight, there was an upright figure wearing a purple uniform, holding his sword straight on his spine and climbing up the steps.

Between heaven and earth, he has a unique grace.

The mountain wind passed over the corner of his robe, and there was also a slight obedience, like a wisp in the clouds. It swept away and hit the ritual stone standing like a guard beside the mountain road. It made a neat and solemn vibration——

"Wei!"

"Wei!"

"Wei!"

The prestige stone that deters lawlessness and maintains the majesty of Tianxing Cliff does not make this person any smaller. On the contrary, it echoes throughout the heaven and earth, matching his steps and seeming to strengthen his appearance.

Go forward, go higher.

There are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but where can’t it be done?

Under the monument that holds up the sky, stands an extraordinary woman.

In terms of facial features alone, her appearance is not outstanding.

But she has a unique temperament.

The crown on her head could not be more solemn than her eyes.

The ceremonial clothes she wears cannot be more majestic than her person.

She is serious, detached from colorful flowers, and does not flatter all living beings.

She is unique. She examines the world she sees and adheres to the principles she knows, like a ritual stone or a mountain breeze.

It would be too tacky to describe her using worldly aesthetics.

Her beauty is beyond common belief.

At this moment, she welcomes the guests here, and gives a polite courtesy to the distinguished guests who have come from afar——

"Marquis Wu'an has traveled a long distance and worked hard...Zhuo Qingru of the underground palace is waiting here."

Jiang Wang, Marquis of Wu'an in Daqi, unfolded his big sleeves and returned the favor with his hands: "It turns out to be Miss Zhuo. I already knew her when I saw the words before. Today I am lucky enough to see her true face. Her style is even better than imagined!"

Today, he wears a sapphire crown with flowing light and clear shadow on his head, and nine python robes that are thousands of miles away from the mountains and rivers. Compared with his usual calmness and calmness, he is a little more noble due to his fame and power.

Zhuo Qingru observed the etiquette strictly and looked at Jiang Wang seriously: "You can probably imagine that Zhuo is ugly in the imagination of Marquis Wu'an."

Under the Xie Zhi crown, her black hair hangs down like a string.

The breeze blows by, and there are awkward piano sounds.

It was rare for Jiang Wang to say a few beautiful words to a strange woman, and the wording was carefully considered. But Zhuo Qingru's reaction obviously did not exist in any of his assumptions - it would be great if it was a sword fight, I would definitely put it in

She is considered extremely dead.

"The scenery at Tianxing Cliff is so beautiful." Jiang Wang glanced at the sea level in the distance, then turned around and restarted the topic as if nothing had happened: "Miss Laozhuo is waiting for me."

Zhuo Qingru looked at him quietly for a while, and finally overlapped the man in front of him with the rumored Marquis Wu'an of Qi State.

He opened his mouth and said: "Marquis Wu'an personally went to the danger and killed the ancestors of Wusheng Cult for thousands of miles to eliminate a great harm to the world. There is no great virtue. Qingru only stood here for a while, how can he deserve the word 'labor'?"

"The killing of Zhang Linchuan was not the result of Jiang Wang alone, and he did not dare to take it on his own. If the Three Penalties Palace had not declared it to the world and turned the Wu Sheng Cult into a rat crossing the street, how could Zhang Linchuan be forced into a desperate situation?" Jiang Wang said, pulling out of the storage box

He took out a thin book and handed it out with both hands: "My good friend Lin Youxie was killed by Zhang Linchuan, which turned out to be a shocking event in my life. I have thought about it for a long time and thought that this inheritance should be passed on to people who can better utilize it and put it into full play."

A bigger role. She had decided to come to Sanxing Palace for further study before her death, but unfortunately she could not make the trip... This matter started with Lin Youxie, and it must end with her."

Zhuo Qingru took the thin book, but saw only two words written on the cover - There is evil.

Opening the cover, there is a line of small characters at the bottom of the title page, which reads: Lin Kuang, co-authored by Wu Lie, Lin Youxie Dezhuan, Jiang Wangjin recorded.

The handwriting of this military meritorious prince is not very good, but he has a strong character, sharp strokes, and is very serious.

She could almost feel how this young prince, who was famous all over the world, sat at his desk and copied this book stroke by stroke.

Zhuo Qingru respected the names Lin Kuang and Wu Lie very much. Their contribution to the art of punishment names has long been publicized in the Sanxing Palace.

At this time, I carefully opened the book. I only planned to glance at it twice and make a rough judgment on its value, but after reading it, I became immersed in it.

For a long time, I covered my head and was speechless for a while.

Legalism, as a prominent school of the day, is gaining an increasingly important position as the country's system flourishes and humanity rolls forward.

As an important part of the Legalist art, the art of punishment and naming has become a quite extensive and complex knowledge since its exploration up to now.

There are nine categories and eighteen subjects, ranging from sight, hearing, smell, and feeling to hiding, searching, hooking, and understanding. There are five classics and seven classics, and countless secret techniques. It can be said that the predecessors have almost exhausted the magic of punishment names in every era. .

However, with the continuous development of the world of spiritual practice and the continuous innovation of various Taoist techniques, it will inevitably have more possibilities under the evolution of the times.

And what is very obvious is...

This film "The Evil One" grasps this contemporary possibility!

Born in the Judi Palace, as a disciple of Wu Bingji, the great master of Legalism, what kind of vision does Zhuo Qingru have?

She can completely see that this secret book of Lin family history is qualified to become another classic work of Xing Mingyi!

For ordinary practitioners, it does not provide any value in combat or practice.

For Legalist disciples who specialize in the art of punishment and naming, it can be said to be a priceless treasure.

And for those victims who have gone away with hatred for a long time without getting the truth...how can it be measured by the word value?

Zhuo Qingru took a step back and said politely: "On behalf of Sanxing Palace, I would like to thank Mr. Hou for gifting this book. The country will not change, and jade has its quality. It will definitely become a classic of punishment names."

Jiang Wang turned sideways, not accepting the courtesy, and said quite seriously: "Jiang Wang didn't have a word of merit, so he didn't dare to accept the thank you. If Sanxing Palace wants to thank you, then thank Lin Kuang, the author of this book." Master Uriel who finished this book, and Lin Youxie who inherited this book..."

He looked at Zhuo Qingru: "I copied two copies of this autopsy book verbatim, one is left at the Capital Inspection Office, and the other is in your hands... On behalf of Lin Youxie, Send it to the Sanxing Palace. I hope all the evildoers in the world can be bound by Tianluo and roped by the law."

Zhuo Qingru suddenly understood why Jiang Wang, who was rumored not to care much about ostentation, came here today.

It is for this moment, for this solemn statement.

This book is titled "You Xie". It means both "there is evil in the corpse, so it is examined", and also... "there is evil in thinking".

In the future, thousands of Legalist disciples who read this classic on punishment names must remember that there was once a police officer named Lin Youxie in this world. She was fair-minded, patrolled lawlessness, and passed through the world conscientiously...

"This book will definitely be passed down to the world, and this name will never be changed." Zhuo Qingru promised seriously.

Jiang Wang just showed his sleeves and said, "In this way, my heart can be at ease... I will say goodbye now."

Zhuo Qingru was surprised and said: "This book is of great importance. How can you just hand it over to me without any supervision?"

Jiang Wangdao: "In the past, Jiang's innocence was proven by Sanxing Gong. This time the evil deeds of Wusheng Cult were also proven by Sanxing Gong. Jiang Wang completely believed in the rules of Sanxing Gong and also believed in Miss Zhuo's respect for the law.

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Zhuo Qingru held the thin book in his hand and said: "The scenery on Tianxing Cliff is unique. Doesn't Marquis Wu An want to appreciate it?"

No matter how heroic you are, no one who comes to this Legalist holy land will be completely curious about it. After all, for many years in this world, it has always stood and maintained the rules of the world. It is said to regulate the sky, order the earth, and punish people.

Jiang Wang pursed his lips and said: "I have made my point, so I won't bother you anymore."

After saying that, he cupped his hands, turned around and walked down the steps.

Coming to Tianxing Cliff, they dressed up in fine clothes and climbed up the stairs until they reached the Dharma Monument. There were three Dharma palaces, but none of them were seen. A high-ranking disciple of the Legalist family saw Zhuo Qing as a single person.

Just to give you a copy of "You Are Evil".

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In the cage made of runic steel pillars, there is an old man wearing a one-eyed patch and sitting cross-legged.

His body was surrounded by the light and shadow of thunder and lightning chains. His white hair was hovering aimlessly in the air.

Suddenly, he opened his good eye.

There was some inexplicable pride in his eyes.

His voice penetrated the cage: "That boy named Jiang, finally remembered to come see me?"

A carving voice replied: "Marquis Wu'an of Qi State has indeed come to Tianxing Cliff."

Accompanying the sound, a middle-aged man appeared outside the cage wearing a robe. His facial features gave people a very strong feeling. The most eye-catching thing was the center of his eyebrows. There was a white lightning bolt there.

The pattern and divine light inside make him even more majestic.

at the same time he appeared.

The light and shadow of the lightning chains in the cage have disappeared, and the white hair of the one-eyed old man hovering in the air has fallen down again.

"Ahem." The one-eyed old man flipped up his hair and said grandly: "Let that boy wait for two hours before talking. I, Yu Beidou, am not that easy to meet."

The live-action dramatist who was born in Guitian Palace just glanced at the old guy in the cage and said nothing.

"It's not staged." Yu Beidou explained seriously: "In our line of work, you have to have a rhythm and a seesaw. Do you understand the see-saw? Sometimes you are too talkative, and people don't believe you."

"Farewell to us." Ju Kui said, "How can I, a disciple of the Legalist School, go with a fortune teller?"

"The world's great road leads to the same destination through different paths. You can't understand the real story." Yu Beidou sighed enigmatically, and then said: "You open the iron cage and let me clean up myself, so that my little friend Jiang won't see him.
To be continued...