My Cold Sword Master

"It's the Dali Temple Records that my aunt brought from home."

"Can Yun'er see?" the child asked curiously.

"Wait until Yun'er grows up." The beautiful woman rubbed his hair and suddenly had an idea, "However, if Yun'er can answer a question from Auntie, Auntie can also tell Yun'er about interesting things in the book."

"What's the problem?"

"If a dynasty's roots are rotten, but the emperor is not stupid, and the edifice is about to collapse, what will Yun'er do?"

"Hmm..." The child rested his chin on his hand, thinking, "Let's see whether it is a chaotic world or a turbulent world."

"What do you mean?" The beautiful woman raised her eyebrows.

"In troubled times, the dynasty must be in trouble both internally and externally. The core of power in the dynasty is all stupid, corrupt, and decadent. It is surrounded by external enemies and enters a vicious cycle. This is why it happens."

"If the world is in turmoil, there will be no natural disasters, and the external threat is not serious, then there will be internal turmoil. Generally, the central power will lose its control over the grassroots, and the emperor's power will be hollowed out."

The beautiful woman stopped flipping through the book, looked surprised, and asked again: "Then, what will Yun'er do?"

"If it is a chaotic time, we have to rectify the government internally, win over relatives or other forces to the court to check and balance, so that they must rely on the imperial power, suppress and divide the corrupt factions inside, and delay externally in exchange for time to reorganize and recuperate, and gradually take back the military power."

"If the world is in turmoil, we will grant the sons of the internal troublemakers the title of marquis one by one, and make it hereditary. In this way, we can distribute power, reorganize the law enforcement and correction institutions within the dynasty, and erode and win over the wavering and neutral factions."

The beautiful woman asked in surprise: "Then, if the root system has been infiltrated and eroded by internal rebels, what will Yun'er do?"

"Well...then there is only one way." The child yawned, nodding his little head, feeling sleepy again.

"In times of chaos, the law is severe. If you want to rectify the internal rebellion and infiltration, you must gather the people and pick out some of them."

"Kill the chicken to scare the monkey."

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The next day, in the early morning, a light mist like gauze covered the Dali Temple.

When Shangguan Yun walked out of the villa yawning, the Dali Temple was already filled with a solemn and grim atmosphere.

The masked and veiled Ye Bushou rode fast horses through various parts of the imperial city, ordering teams of black-clad detectives to quickly gather at the Dali Temple parade ground from various parts of the imperial city at the command of the messenger.

"Gather the troops in the parade grounds. All those in black must assemble immediately. No need to bring armor!"

Just as the young man was thinking, a vigorous black horse pulled the reins in front of him.

On the horse, a tall, proud, cold and charming woman in black, Ye Bushou, frowned and glanced at the black jade badge on the boy's waist. While he was stunned, he grabbed his little hand and lifted him onto the horse.

"Hmm? Um, I—"

The girl, Leng Qingqing, interrupted the young man, put his slender body in front of her and hugged him, not caring about the pair of plump and soft breasts under her slim black clothes pressing against the boy's back.

As she squeezed the horse's belly with her long, straight legs, she pulled the reins and steed the horse towards the parade ground, ordering the black-clad men along the way to assemble quickly.

When the young man came to his senses, he had already arrived at the Dali Temple parade ground. He was taken off his horse by the woman in black and stood quietly in a corner of the parade ground, holding a sword.

At this time, the parade ground that could accommodate tens of thousands of people was filled with a solemn and murderous scene. Teams of black-clad detectives gathered from all over the imperial city and lined up according to their respective locations.

There were a total of 4,794 black-clad constables present, some were at the Huayun realm and some were at the Ningqi realm, all of them were low-level black-clad constables.

Those in the Spirit Transformation Realm are concentrated in the front row. These are the commanders of each Black Clothes branch. They are sixth-rank officials with an annual salary of 3,400 medium-grade spirit stones. They are in charge of the Black Clothes branches. The commander Shi Jue whom I met in the ancient town last time is among them. There are a total of 427 people.

At the forefront of the training ground, there were thirty-five people standing with their hands behind their backs. They were dressed in white, with indifferent eyes and a faint aura around them, as if they had merged with the void here.

These are the thirty-five white-robed patrol officers of the Wenxu Realm, who are of the fourth rank, with an annual salary of one thousand high-quality spirit stones. They patrol the black-robed areas of the country and serve as supervisors and dispatchers of the black-robed officers.

But when they entered the parade ground, they found that on all sides of the parade ground, there were teams of armored golden-feathered guards standing solemnly with fifth-grade spiritual swords in their hands. The cold light was frightening and intimidating.

Behind the Golden Feather Guard was the masked man in black, Ye Bushou, who blocked the sky and all retreat routes.

Shangguan Yun rubbed his wrist, his ears slightly red, and looked at the scene in front of him with a strange expression.

This scene seems... a little familiar.

"Silence, stand still."

The black-clothed woman glanced at the young man through the thin black veil with her ink-clear and deep black eyes, and her tone was as cold and ethereal as a deep spring.

It was not until this moment that Shangguan Yun realized that the cold and charming woman in black beside him was actually half a body taller than him, and his slender and tender body only reached the upper abdomen of the woman in black.

Although she was covered with a black veil that was as thin as fog, the black-clothed woman's ebony eyes, as clear and deep as ink, still contained a hint of cold charm that could not be concealed. Her waist-length black hair was tied into a neat ponytail with a black hairband, looking dashing and capable.

That extremely voluptuous and tight body, proud breasts, flexible and tight waist, and those sexy and alluring long legs wearing cloud-patterned boots, are outlined by the slim and tight black outfit, which makes her look extremely proud, heroic, sexy and cool.

Although her appearance was cold and charming, her proud breasts, which were soft and plump and bulging out even the tight black clothes, and her beautiful buttocks, which were as full as the full moon and as fragrant and round as a peach, still could not hide her cold and charming charm under the slim black clothes.

What the boy was most concerned about was her pair of black cloud-edged boots, which were outlined by the slim and tight black trousers, showing her extremely sexy, tight, slender and long legs.

Coupled with the cold and charming royal sister style of the woman in black, one can't help but imagine that the woman in black has a contemptuous and arrogant attitude, lifts up her extremely sexy and extremely long legs with a tone of contempt and disgust, and steps on her feet with long boots to interrogate.

"Have you seen enough?"

The woman in black tapped the boy on the forehead and frowned.

If it weren't for the fact that the boy's eyes were pure and innocent, with only a bit of boyish curiosity but no lust, she would have at least made this little pervert suffer.

“Ah… I’m sorry…”

The boy covered his forehead and apologized softly.

"The chief is here, shut up."

Shangguan Yun collected his thoughts and looked towards the high platform on the training ground following the sound.

At this moment, the atmosphere of gossip in the training ground suddenly froze, and the high platform made of blue bricks was now lit up with ancient array patterns, like a platform for selecting generals.

"boom--"

With a dull rumbling sound, the heavy door behind the parade ground slammed shut. A team of armed and sharp-armored Golden Winged Guards holding magic swords stood behind all the black-clad constables, blocking the last route of retreat.

Just when the black-clad detectives present were at a loss, a riot suddenly broke out in the crowd. Dozens of black-clad detectives in the Huayun realm turned into shadows and flew onto the roof of the parade ground, trying to escape!

"Qiang——!"

Clear and cold knife shadows flashed from the long swords in the hands of the Golden Wing Guards. Those black-clothed constables who had rushed onto the roof were chopped into bloody pieces that fell from the air before they could even escape!

"Anyone who dares to leave here without permission will be killed."

The cold voice was as chilly as an ice spring and as clear as ice and snow. Just this one cold word quickly cleared up the confusion among the black-clad detectives.

All the black-clothed and white-jade patrol officers present were looking towards the platform. The black-robed young official, who was as cold and elegant as frost and as pure as snow, made the black-clothed officers' hearts tremble.

Why did Shaoqing Su, who always lived in Shaoqing Palace, come to the parade ground today?

After seeing Shaoqing, these black-clad detectives knew without a second thought that there might be something fishy about the group of black-clad detectives who had just escaped.

What really surprised them was that their Shaoqing, who was always cold as ice, was standing with his hands behind his back like a servant, behind a beautiful woman in a white dress who was wearing a plain gauze, and was elegant, sophisticated, and gentle.

The beautiful lady in white dress has an elegant and mature fairy-like charm. She is like a lotus cloud, pure and untainted by the mundane world, yet she has the gentleness and mature charm of a beautiful woman. Her soft eyes are filled with the mature charm of a beautiful woman.

That fleshy gourd-shaped body, as plump and mellow as a ripe peach, made many black-clad detectives here breathe hotly even in this solemn atmosphere.

She was wearing a white dress, looking solemn and elegant, with a fairy-like beauty. In the entire Dali Temple, there was only one person who could make Su Shaoqing willing to serve by his side: the white-robed chief, Su Wanrou, who had disappeared for more than ten years.

The Golden Feather Guards who were standing solemnly with swords in hand and the White-robed Patrol Officer who had transformed into the void in front of them, all showed respect and reverence when they looked at the beautiful woman in white dress on the high platform with their indifferent eyes.

But to Shangguan Yun, the beautiful woman on the platform made the tips of his ears slightly red.

All the black-clad detectives and night watchmen present at the scene didn't know this.

At this moment, on the high platform, the beautiful woman in a white dress, with a fairy-like elegance and mature beauty, a plump and mature body with honey breasts and fragrant buttocks, was in the bathtub in the wing room of the Shuyu Garden of the Dali Temple last night. Her soft spring eyes contained a sweet and charming spring charm, and she held the edge of the bathtub with her charming eyes blurred.

She lifted up her plump, juicy, ripe white peach-like buttocks soaked in crystal water, and gently bit her plump and soft lips to invite him to taste them...

However, in the second half of the night, because I was weak and limp in the bathtub, he gave me a good beating.

The beautiful woman, full of resentment, was in her boudoir, wearing a semi-transparent white gauze dress and tied his hands behind his back with icy silk stockings... She rode on his slender waist and raised and lowered her fragrant, plump, and soft buttocks to squeeze him hard.

Although, in most cases, this beautiful woman would just raise and lower her plump buttocks a few times, and then lie on top of him with her flesh so soft that she couldn't move... which made him feel a little bit unsatisfied.

It is for this reason that when Shi Lu and other old men who had worked under General Su in the early years saw the beautiful woman in a white dress with a fairy-like elegance and maturity on the high platform, they felt a sense of reverence in their hearts, but also some doubts.

Why... Today, General Su has lost his former cool and elegant charm... He looks more like a newlywed young wife...

To them, the beautiful lady in white dress on the podium at this moment, who was elegant and mature like an immortal, was much more different from the previous General Su, who was as cold as frost, elegant, resolute and wise.

She lost the cold and elegant fairy charm and gained more mature and beautiful demeanor of a wife, and her figure became more mature, beautiful and plump.

The soft autumn eyes under the pure white gauze also contain a bit of the sweet spring charm.

Su Wanrou's cold and gentle eyes quietly swept over the black-clad constables and white-clad patrol officers below the stage. Through the pure white gauze, she could see all the emotions and subtle expressions in their eyes.

The black-clad constables, black-clad officers, and white-clad patrol officers in the audience had different expressions on their faces. Some were indifferent, some were at a loss, some were panicked, and some were frowning in deep thought.

When her eyes swept over the boy, she paused slightly, looking at the cold and charming woman in black beside the boy. A hint of hidden shyness flashed across her eyes, and then she retracted her gaze, slightly opened her plump lips, and her voice was cold.

"What? Are you not in a hurry to get away? Are you waiting for me to catch you one by one?"

The detectives below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment, but some of them had a hint of ferocity in their eyes.

Seeing that no one answered, Su Wanrou was not in a hurry. She took the stack of letter papers handed to her by Su Lishuang from behind.

"Mr. Jiang, a black-clad constable at the seventh level of the Hua Yun realm, charged with having secret dealings with the imperial eunuchs, treason, capital crime."

Su Wanrou read out the contents of the letter in a gentle tone. After she finished reading it, the letter fell on the body that had been chopped into pieces in the previous riot like a death warrant.

"Liu Zhiyuan, a black-clad detective at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, charged with conspiracy to treason, punishable by death."

Another picture fell on a corpse in the distance.

"Fang Qian, sixth level of Hua Yun, crime, luring away the city gate guards to meet the rebels."

"Feng Wei Cang, the seventh level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm..." Su Wanrou paused when she said this, and her cold autumn eyes looked quietly at a burly and strong man among the commanders in front of her.

"Crime..."

"Spread out!"

Before Su Wanrou finished her words, the black-clothed burly man roared angrily and smashed down his iron fist. The wind from his fist was so strong that it swept across the black-clothed officers in front of him like a violent gale, carrying with it the strong wind of the Spiritual Transformation Realm!

Along with Feng Weicang, who was performing spiritual skills, there were also more than 30 black-clad officers who had already noticed something was wrong! The total number of black-clad officers who participated in the riot was as high as more than 30!

At the same time, a riot immediately broke out among the group of black-clothed detectives. Dozens of black-clothed detectives in the Huayun realm and the Ningqi realm drew out the long swords at their waists at the same time, and the blades, with a cold and spiritual aura, slashed towards the black-clothed detectives beside them!

The black-clad constable near the side wall turned into an extremely swift shadow, used the shadow to cover himself, bypassed the Golden Feather Guard in front of him, and climbed up the high wall!

"presumptuous!"

Shi Lu and some black-clothed officers reacted quickly. He raised his hand and punched. The spiritual energy of the Spiritual Transformation Realm penetrated his body and turned into an iron fist to smash towards Feng Weicang. Two streams of spiritual energy of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, wrapped in strong winds, rushed towards him like a galloping angry bull!

In a burst of bangs, two spiritual iron fists scattered! The turbulent strong wind blew the black robe rustling, and also made Shi Lu retreat dozens of steps. With each step, he stepped into the ground a full inch before stopping.

On the other hand, Feng Wei Cang only took a few steps back, and the moment he stabilized his body, he stepped on the void and turned into a shadow to fly into the sky! The gap between the seventh level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm and the fifth level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm was clearly revealed.

On the high platform, Su Wanrou remained calm and indifferent to the commotion below the stage, and slowly and methodically recounted the charges.

"Treason, bringing demon clan spies into Yanyun, forcibly seizing women, killing people and stealing their property, death penalty."

"boom--!"

The moment Su Wanrou made the verdict, a heavy object fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily, blood and blood foam splattered. It was Feng Weicang!

However, this burly man's chest had been pierced by a Qingluan spear! His Qi was dispersed, and the aura of the Spiritual Transformation Realm gradually turned into dead silence.

At the same time, a cold shout was heard from outside the high wall of the training ground.

"Shoot! Anyone who dares to escape will be killed without mercy!"

The crisp trembling of the bowstring was accompanied by bursts of eagle cries. The black-clad constable who had just climbed onto the high platform had only shown his head when he was pierced through the head by a seventh-grade spiritual arrow from the Qingluan Horn Bow that was bent into a dangerous full moon from behind the high wall!

The dozens of rioting black-clad officers were subdued one by one by the black-clad officers who reacted quickly. Some of them were killed on the spot in a miserable way.

This time, no matter how confused these black-clad detectives were, they should have realized that this military parade was not to recruit soldiers, but to purge counter-revolutionaries.

The author says:

Author's words: Obituary: The author's condition has worsened, and he is losing his spirit. He may not survive until the end of the year.

I don't know if I can finish this book...

This is the author's first fantasy novel, but it may also be his last.

I didn't write it well and the grade is very bad. I am very sorry.

The author will try his best to fill in the gaps, including the extra chapters of the previous books and this one.

I want to go horseback riding in Inner Mongolia and visit the Northeast Ice and Snow World...

But forget it, I'll save some money for my family. The 160,000 yuan I saved before has been spent by my mother.