Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 10 Three Immortals and Nine Serenities
This is a deep underground secret room, I don't know where it is located.

The secret room is wide and empty. There are two rows of stone pillars on both sides of the passage. On the top of the stone pillars, there are lights flickering, but it does not look dim. There are two or three steps at the end of the passage. On the steps is a stone throne. Behind the throne is endless darkness. what exists.

A figure was completely wrapped in a black robe, with a black scarf covering its face, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes, and a golden flame totem hung on its chest.

He didn't know where he came from, so he just appeared in the secret room, his eyes glanced at the stone pillars, and he looked at the stone throne at the end of the passage, and walked over.

Every step he took was very firm, but without the slightest sound of footsteps, he soon reached a place about three feet away from the throne.

He leaned forward slightly, staring at the throne quietly, as if petrified, as if he was waiting for something.

The silence in the secret room was abnormal, except for the lightly flickering candle, there was no other moving thing, and the man in black was also motionless.

Until a certain moment, a dark wind suddenly struck in the darkness behind the throne, and a strange black mist began to billow up. A faint black mist began to condense on the throne.

At a certain moment, the black mist suddenly became thicker and swept away in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the man in black, who had been calm all the time, glowed strangely, and stared intently at the throne in the center of the black mist. A figure slowly emerged. Because it was blocked by the black mist, he could only vaguely see it. A black shadow, but its appearance cannot be seen clearly.

"Subordinate Qingyan, welcome to Lord Holy Master!"

The man in black raised his hands and bowed deeply to the figure in the black mist, his eyes full of piety.

Hearing this, the figure in the black mist seemed to cough, and there seemed to be a sense of tearing in the voice, causing the black mist around him to vibrate slightly.

"Qingyan, you are so anxious to see me, is there something urgent?"

A hoarse and strange voice came from the black mist, not like the voice of a real person.

The body of the black-clothed man named Qingyan trembled suddenly, and he took a deep look at the center of the black mist, as if he wanted to see what it looked like inside.Where did this false voice come from?Even though he has heard this voice for many years.

After carrying out hidden assassination missions for many years, Qingyan's character is undoubtedly indestructible. He quickly recovered and said, "Report to Lord Holy Master, Huanyang is dead."

Indifferently, talking about life and death, ghosts are really cold-blooded and ruthless.

Silence fell into the black mist, but just a moment later, a voice came out again: "Life and death are unpredictable, and it is a common thing in the world."

Qingyan was silent, staring at the black mist with eyes as calm as water.

Until a voice came out again in the darkness: "Who did it?"

Qingyan said respectfully: "The envoy of Suzaku town, Han Yu."

"Why did the two of them meet?" A voice came out of the black mist.

Qing Yan said: "Huan Yang accepted an assassination mission, and when he was about to succeed, he was discovered by Han Yu."

The black mist suddenly vibrated, and it seemed to swell in a circle. Qing Yan looked at this situation, his eyes were slightly cold, and there was a faint cold sweat on his back.

"Assassinate who, does Huanyang need to do it himself?" The black mist returned to calm, and his voice was still hoarse.

Qing Yan said: "A disciple of Kunlun Mountain named Tang Ge."

The mysterious existence in the black mist was quiet for a moment, and said again: "The disciples of Kunlun Mountain have actually gone down the mountain?"

Qing Yan nodded and said: "Yes."

There seemed to be a slight sigh in the black mist, and he said: "Whose disciple is he?"

Qing Yan said: "I don't know."

The black mist suddenly surged violently, and there was a faint howling of the dark wind, and the man seemed to be furious.

"Don't know anything?" the figure in the black mist shouted angrily.

Qing Yan lowered his head, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He seemed to be ashamed of his inability to do things well, and hurriedly said: "Lord Holy Master, please calm down. This man is just a young man. Kunlun Mountain has been closed for ten years, and this is his first time going down the mountain. It is understandable that the subordinates do not get half of the news, after all, there are no people from us on Kunlun Mountain."

Hearing this, the black mist gradually returned to normal, and the anger subsided temporarily. Seeing this, Qingyan let out a long sigh of relief.

After subsiding, the voice came out from the black mist again: "Why did that kid appear in front of General Suzaku's mansion?"

Qing Yan said: "He seems to have done it on purpose. The boy looks young, but in fact the city is very deep. He has been hanging around in front of General Suzaku's house. Huanyang must have had no choice but to cast the illusion in front of the general's house. Unexpectedly But he was discovered by Han Yu and was able to kill Huanyang head-on. It seems that Han Yu's cultivation level has improved again, and he may be getting closer to the phaseless realm."

"Jie Jie, as expected of the Vermilion Bird General of the Empire, his methods are truly unmatched by ordinary people."

The eerie and frightening laughter came out, and even Qing Yan, who had been in darkness for many years, couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.

"Do you know who the employer is?" the figure in the black mist continued to ask.

Qing Yan said: "Only Huan Yang knows about it, now that he is dead, no one will know about it."

The black mist surprisingly calmed down, and the secret room fell into a terrifying silence. After a long time, a faint voice came out: "What actions have You Ming and Buddha made recently?"

Qing Yan said: "Since that decision, those two adults seem to have been in closed-door training, and have not made any other actions."

In the black mist came a loud laugh: "Jie Jie, Huan Yang is a disciple of the Buddha, right? I don't know how the old guy will feel about Huan Yang's death this time!"

A gleam flashed in Qing Yan's eyes, and he said: "Master Holy Master, the way of the person above is unfathomable, are we too eager for quick success?"

The figure in the black mist said: "You only need to subdue the other people in the Nine Nethers, and I will take care of the rest. If someone refuses to cooperate, you should know what to do."

Qingyan's eyes shivered slightly, and she said in a deep voice: "I will obey the orders of the Holy Master!"

"People from Kunlun Mountain come out of the mountain again, and there will be another storm in the world. Naturally, my ghost cannot lag behind others."

Horrible sounds spread throughout every corner of the secret room.

"Yes, Lord Holy Master!"

The three immortals of hell, the underworld captures the demonic mind, the Buddha controls life and death, and the Holy Lord controls heavenly edicts.

Underworld Jiuyou, led by Qingyan, controls the crane and captures the dragon, and executes the order of life and death.

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Somewhere on Zhengyang Street in Zhuque District, Tang Ge looked up at the chessboard hanging above the gate with his hands behind his back.

His mind is completely immersed in the ups and downs of the black and white chess game. The black and white chess board seems to have the momentum of a dragon swimming in the sky and looking at the world.

Maintaining this posture for a long time, the shock in Tang Ge's eyes could not go away for a long time, his slender hands behind him were still calm, caressing casually between his fingers, and he left here after a long time.

Tang Ge spent several days like this, and the chess game made him unable to extricate himself.

A few days have passed, and Tang Ge and Ning Zhiqiu's life is uneventful. They go out during the day and return at night, savoring the various life in Chaotian City.

Ever since Huan Yang died in Han Yu's hands, no ghosts came to him again, which saved the two of them a lot of trouble.

Ning Zhiqiu spends most of his time practicing swords in the courtyard, and after Tang Ge's guidance, he is even more joyful in the practice of swordsmanship.

Tang Ge himself often went to Qinglong District. As for what he was doing, even Ning Zhiqiu, who was closest to him, knew very little.

On this day, Tang Ge walked out of the house as usual, left Zhengyang Street, and walked in the direction of Qinglong District with ease. Just when he left Zhengyang Street, a figure was hidden in the shadows, looking at him The back of the man followed.

As early as on Kunlun Mountain, Tang Ge made his plan for Chaotian City with Master Cen and Senior Brother Pei. Kunlun Mountain has been passed down for thousands of years, so naturally it has its own way.

Since the first day he came to Chaotian City, Tang Ge felt that someone was following him, until one day, he saw that figure, but he didn't try to expose him, but let him follow behind him all the time.

Tang Ge walked through countless streets and alleys at his usual speed, and crossed the White Horse Bridge known as the boundary of the four districts of Chaotian City. The water under the bridge was clear, but no one was watching.

The figure also followed and stepped onto the bridge. When passing the top of the bridge, his gaze stayed on the river for a moment, reflecting his deep eyes.

He stayed on the White Horse Bridge for a moment, and saw that the eye-catching red figure had once again been submerged in the crowd, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and just as he was about to step forward, suddenly There was a sharp pain.

His pupils shrank suddenly, he lowered his head in disbelief, his eyes moved forward along the toes, and a trace about three inches wide on the ground suddenly appeared in front of him.

His face paled in an instant, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and his body froze in place for a long time, unable to move.

He stared at the mark, and suddenly there was an indescribable pain in his eye sockets, as if being pierced by a sharp knife, a burning sensation surged in his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining a large area of ​​the bridge deck red.

It was a sword qi, and this sword qi came from the sword talisman.

On the White Horse Bridge, he stood there for a long time, with pedestrians passing by constantly, the sword energy hit his body invisible, and he was seriously injured. Although he barely stood, he was at the end of his strength at this moment.

"Who are you?"

His body became colder and colder, and fear rose from the soles of his feet. After a long time, a trace of happiness slowly emerged in his heart.

Some people, even if they are not friends, can never be enemies. Tang Ge is such a person.

(End of this chapter)