Advise Qingshan

This small bedroom fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

No one thought that in just a few days, things would get so bad.The enemy's net has already been opened, and everyone has penetrated into the game, but they have been led by the nose so far, and there is no trace of the opponent.

After a while, Ye Zhuo frowned: "It is said that Guangyu Yuanjun is the most intelligent man in the world, and he was known as a ghost fortune teller before he proved the Tao, which is really extraordinary."

However, feeling useless at the moment, he suppressed all the clues, and said: "Rescue Qing Wan first, even if he is left here on purpose, he can give us some clues."

Before Wen Xing could nod his head, Ta Ling suddenly said, "Huh?"

"Isn't Qingwan the only one in this house? Why do I seem to be aware of other auras?"

Ye Zhu immediately frowned: "What do you mean?"

In the next second, he only heard a clanging sword cry, and a green glow suddenly surged in front of his eyes, and he could only see from the gap. Startled, it floated hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye, without a trace.

Ye Zhuo kicked the light wall in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "Grass."

Wen Xing cast an enchantment and locked him here.

However, after only two breaths, Elder Xuesong turned back, withdrew the light wall, frowned and said: "I was robbed, I can't catch up."

Ye Zhuo blew his beard and stared: "Why are you shutting me down?"

It was rare for Wen Xing to see Xianjun so angry, and he was afraid for a while, he took a step back and blinked: "The other party's cultivation base is not inferior to mine, and it is safe in the enchantment. I am afraid that you will get hurt."

Ye Zhuo has always been protecting others. He was caught off guard and felt uncomfortable, so he dragged him out: "You don't need spiritual power to maintain the barrier? How dare you be so distracted during the fight? If something goes wrong what to do?"

He was angry: "What's more, do I want you to take care of me at all times? Am I that weak?"

Just now when his aura leaked out, Ye Zhuo noticed the direction of the dungeon, Wen Xing was dragged by him into the courtyard, and he didn't dare to resist, so he whispered, "Well, so weak."

Ye Jue: "..."

A fallen grass phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. These days, disciples dare to despise their master for being weak.

He gritted his teeth: "That's not what you said in bed yesterday.

Xianjun's stamina is really nothing to say, Wen Xing still has a dull pain in his waist and abdomen, he followed behind and used his peripheral vision to quietly scan Xianjun's face, Ye Zhuo turned around and moved away, like a little wife, he swept several times, until Ye Zhuo Glaring at him, he coughed and said, "The rescuer has a high level of cultivation, maybe he is an immortal."

Ye Zhuo paused for a moment, and asked: "You can't break the formation that locks the city on the top of the capital, isn't the one who got off the formation also a fairy?"

Wen Xingdao: "Even if it's not, it's very close."

They stepped into the dungeon with one foot. Confucianism is not a prison, and the place is not very gloomy, but it is a little damp. Compared with the prison room, it is more like a confinement room for ordinary disciples to reflect. Not only does it have a bed, but there is even a desk .

Ye Zhuo sniffed: "The fourth room in Dongtou has a strong smell of blood."

It was a smell of rouge mixed with blood, and there was a different kind of fragrance amidst the fishy sweetness, which was the kind that Ye Zhuo withdrew most of. When they looked into the room, the only scent in the room was There were still bloodstains on the chain, which were scattered all over the ground. Ta Ling only glanced at it, then looked away and frowned: "Sentenced?"

In addition to the streams of blood that dripped down, there were also quite a few jet-like marks on the white wall. If it wasn't for internal wounds that vomited blood, it was the result of extremely powerful whips.

The criminal law of the immortal family is always more severe than that of the human world. Although the immortal monarch has never understood it, he also knows that some whips are covered with cultivation bases, which can pierce the skin and tear the flesh, and directly break the bones.

Ye Zhu roughly estimated: "With this amount of bleeding, Qing Wan's cultivation level is only half breathed."

His hand was suddenly held.

Ye Zhuo turned his head, Wen Xing was standing behind him, his light pink lips had lost some color, and his fingertips were also cold.

The elder's voice trembled a little: "According to our estimation, Qing Wan should be his disciple, and the attack... is so ruthless?"

Wen Xing and Qing Wan are both high-cultivation disciples, and they also have a difficult fate, so it is inevitable that they share the same illness.

Ye Zhuo held his face, kissed the big beauty's forehead comfortingly, then kissed the corners of his eyes, and finally hugged him: "Some people are not even worthy of being a human being, so naturally they are even less good at being a master."

Ta Ling was still looking around for clues, and said casually after hearing the words: "Isn't it true that the massacre of 130 million people is still human?"

Ye Zhuo: "Baby, this is very good. If you have doubts or are unhappy in the future, you must tell me, okay?"

Wen Xing lowered his eyes, and nestled obediently in Xianjun's arms: "Yes."

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Ta Ling's eyelids twitched, and then he realized it, and said strangely: "No one planned to talk to me just now?"

No one really wanted to talk to him.

The house was not big, and there was nothing to find. Ta Ling passed the two of them with a strange expression: "Let's go, there are no more clues."

A few people left the trail, the foundation of Confucianism was in the imperial court, Chen Kezhen was convicted of a felony of treason, and now his disciples are scattered, and in just a few months, the courtyard has been covered with grass, crowded among the uneven green tiles, looking extremely depressed .

Ye Zhu held his chin, pondered over it carefully, and always felt that something was wrong.

"He left Qingwan here, and took Qingwan away in front of us, but he didn't show up and let us walk out of the gate. What is he doing?"

Ta Ling said: "I don't understand, I feel like I have no brains, it's quite unnecessary."

"Also." Ye Zhuo raised a finger: "I always thought that Qing Wan let us find out that Zhu Bai was a waiter, changed the formation, and sent me to the capital. His actions were all orders from his master." But now it seems that his master is punishing him so harshly..."

Wen Xingdao: "Qing Wan made her own claim?"

Ye Zhuo said: "But it doesn't make sense. He doesn't even know that I am Immortal Chongning, and he doesn't have the ability to manipulate the game. It is impossible to risk serious injury to make arrangements. It should be just a pawn in the game."

"It can only be said that behind him, besides his master, there is another person."

As usual, they entered the Yichun Palace from the back wall. Elder Wen spent enough money yesterday to cover Mr. Chongning for a year, so there is always food and wine in his courtyard. Ye Zhuo took a piece of paper, moistened the pen and ink, and wrote on it .

"It is known that Qingwan is a pawn in the game between two forces, one is his master, and the other is the mysterious person who robbed him tonight."

"We saw two similar but different handwritings. The couplet seen on the pavilion came from his master, and the domino at the bottom of the lake came from the person who robbed him."

"However, we also know that Qingwan's master locked the city because of the cultivation of the immortal, and the cultivation of the person who robbed him was higher than that of Wen Xing, so it is also the cultivation of the immortal."

He put his pen down heavily, and blew on the ink that was still wet: "Obviously, there are two immortals involved here, who is Ji Guangyu among them? What is Chen Kezhen's role?"

——And what are the positions of these two immortal monarchs?

Ta Ling looked at the picture he drew and frowned: "But Xianjun, this is wrong."

"The two here, plus you, there are now three immortals in the capital, but there are only three immortals in the whole world."

Ascension is the top priority. Not only will the sect where the monks belong to write a book, write a biography, and play the crown to celebrate each other, but the way of heaven will also send down thousands of auspicious auras, and millions of flowers will be in harmony. On that night, there will be huge golden characters floating in the sky, called Feng Tian The decree means to announce to the common people that there are immortals who can attain the Tao, and to entrust the world to the jurisdiction of immortals.

There are only three such grand occasions in the world. In chronological order, they are Ji Guangyu, Xiao Baimu, and Ye Chongning.

Ye Zhuo closed his eyes: "It can't be Baimu. Thousands of years ago, I made a gentleman's agreement with him. I fell into a fairy, and he proclaimed himself. Without my permission, he would never have stepped half a step across Zhangjiang."

The three of them looked at each other, and an extremely absurd and weird feeling arose in their hearts.

That being the case, where did this extra fairy come from?

At this time, Ta Ling glanced out of the door for a while, and it turned into a wisp of green smoke, which floated into the jade pendant. At the same time, a little boy knocked on the door three times.

Ye Zhuo asked: "What's the matter?"

The little boy spoke clearly: "Master Chongning, your old friend is here, please ask me to bring you a letter."

——This is so strange, Ye Zhuo has been hiding from the world for hundreds of years, how can there be old friends in the capital?

"Please come in." Ye Zhuo stood up: "Who sent it?"

"The villain doesn't know." He put his hands in his arms, and said with a smile: "A letter from a groom in the East City, and a letter from a girl who buys flowers in the West Street Gate. They all say that someone else gave it to you. You can tell when you read it."

Ye Zhuo raised two fingers: "Two letters?"

The little boy entrusted him: "Hey, two."

He waved his hand to let the boy back down. These two letters obviously came from two people. They used different papers. Ye Zhuo twisted them and looked at them. One of the incisions had a lot of flakes and poor toughness. It can be bought in ordinary markets. Ordinary rice paper, another sheet with warm tentacles and light lines, is extremely expensive Liuji cotton.

Ye Zhuo sighed: "It's getting more and more confusing, what are these two immortals doing?"

He unfolded the Liuji Cotton Company first, and immediately let out a yo-ho.

This paper was also infiltrated with cinnabar, and it copied the two red words he saw in the Confucian library today, one sentence "killed 130 million common people and slaughtered the city" and the other sentence "made a map of 24 rivers and rivers".

Taring held his chin, "You already know it, send it to you again?"

Ye Zhuo said: "It may not be sent by a fairy."

He unfolded another piece of paper, glanced roughly, and raised his eyebrows even higher.

"On the day of Frost's Descent, just come to the meeting. I will do my best to obey the destiny, and don't mention the rest. I will protect your life without any worries."

This line of writing is extremely scribbled, the strokes are hooked, and the writing is sticky, as if it was written in extreme anxiety.

Wen Xing reminded: "There is a signature on the back."

Ye Shu turned over.

——Ji Guangyu.

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The first time I wrote a puzzle, I was a little worried about the rhythm, or I figured it out but didn’t write it out. If you think it’s too fast or too slow, please tell me~ muaヽ(*′з｀*)?