Advise Qingshan

"Hey." Ta Ling spread out on the Wendao platform: "He said that the opening day of Frost's Descent will be several days away. Are we going to squat on this broken platform all the time?"

Wen Xingan quietly knelt beside Ye Zhuo, and said, "The safety of Xianjun is more important."

"But it's so boring." Taring lay down.

Ye Zhuao said: "It's a pity that I heard that the Daotai warrior went to Fengkou Pass to accompany Chen Kezhen, otherwise the four of us would just make a mahjong table."

He pulled Shu Wenxing's hair and wrapped it around his fingertips: "Honey, can you play mahjong?"

"No." Wen Xing smiled: "But I can learn."

"Stop learning." Ye Ju rolled into his arms, resting his head on his knees: "I taught a monk how to play mahjong back then, and I taught him for two full years, two years, a fairy taught him two Years, pigs should learn."

Wen Xing just laughed and asked, "Has he learned it?"

"No, he only learned to stack three of the same cards together and put them in front." Ye Jue rubbed his swollen forehead: "If you want me to say, it's possible that you, an unsullied beauty like you , You can’t learn this kind of thing by nature.”

Seeing the flirting and scolding in serious occasions, the corners of Ta Ling's eyes twitched: "Xianjun, should you be more serious, if something goes wrong these days, I should cry for you next year's Frost's Descent Grave."

Ye Zhuo didn't care, and said poorly: "Then you burn more paper money, I don't want paper copper money, I want gold and... um!"

Wen Xing stretched out a hand and pressed it directly on his lips.

The beauty's face was very ugly, and when she looked at Xianjun, she was rarely blamed.

Ye Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm just joking."

Wen Xing shook his head stubbornly, frowning together: "No jokes like this are allowed."

Taring put his face on his face, and he saved a scene for Xianjun, he changed the subject: "If you want me to say, you shouldn't go to the Three Realms Grand Competition. If you squat in Xiaquan Palace, I will send you to the White Prison for a while." Se, there's so much shit going on there."

"That's right." Ye Zhuo went down the donkey, not forgetting to hold Ta Ling's stinky feet: "Your stomach is the safest."

Ta Ling looked up at the sky and crossed his legs: "Not to mention anything else, if we were still in Xiaquan, we wouldn't be so boring, right? There are so many disciples in Xiaquan Palace, who have everything from high to low cultivation, and we can definitely use the tiger skin of Xianjun Daqi, pretending to be a ghost to tease them..."

"Wait." Ye Zhuo sat up suddenly: "What did you just say?"

"What's the matter." Ta Ling also sat up: "Teasing them for fun?"

"The previous sentence."

"Take Xianjun's tiger skin as a banner?"

Ye Zhuo shook his head: "Front."

"There are so many disciples in Xiaquan Palace, all of them are high-level and low-level?" He wondered, "Xianjun, what did you think of?"

Ye Zhuao said: "Didn't I say before that there are impermanent ghosts, immortals, and Jiangchuan people. Have all the actors for this show come? Looking at it now, they are not."

Wen Xing asked: "But what's wrong?"

"We're missing a monk." Ye Zhuo said: "Although Guangyu Yuanjun was the main force when he slaughtered Jiangchuan, he couldn't fight alone. The impermanent ghost is a catastrophe that affects the whole world. There must be countless monks following Yuanjun. Big and small, high cultivation and low cultivation, sword cultivator and rune cultivator, even demon cultivator and demon cultivator. To perfectly reproduce the situation in Jiangchuan 5000 years ago, he is still far behind, monks of all sects and sects."

Ta Ling asked: "But in a hurry, where can we gather monks from various sects?"

Ye Zhuo said: "There is no need to gather, it just happens to be there."

The three of them looked at each other and said at the same time: "Three realms competition."

Elders lead the team, disciples compete, high-level cultivation and low-level cultivation, monster cultivation and magic cultivation, everything, isn't it ready-made excellent material?

Wendao stage, a ray of cold wind suddenly blew.

"You mean..." Ta Ling was suspicious: "He will bring Dabi's disciples here? But there are so many people, and many monks, how can they bring them here?"

Ye Zhuo closed his eyes and meditated, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Wen Xing, do you still remember the magic circle that made Jian Qing unable to speak out in the competition?"

Wen Xing nodded: "Afterwards, I reported to Elder Ming Duanxiu and sent someone to investigate. The formation was indeed different from the reinforcement formation used in general competitions, but in the end I didn't see the origin."

Ye Zhuo said: "I remember that every year the Grand Competition strengthens the stage, and it's the Changzhou Duyue Pavilion that does it?"

"Yes." Wen Xing nodded: "My human race is good at magic circles, only the Long Boat Crossing the Moon Pavilion."

Ta Ling interjected: "Xianjun, what's wrong with this?"

"It's so wrong. When I saw Wen Daotai earlier and heard him tell the story of Guangyu Yuanjun, I felt something was wrong. You mentioned the long boat crossing the moon, and I just remembered it."

Ye Zhuo pinched the bridge of his nose: "Do you still remember the man from Guangquzhai?"

"Remember." Ta Ling and Wen Xing looked at each other: "The pavilion master who crosses the moon in a long boat, isn't it because Guangyu Yuanjun accepted him as a disciple, and Xiaquan Palace was afraid of falling behind, so Elder Wen was so strict. Is it?"

Ye Zhuo said: "The people of Guangquzhai were accepted by Yuanjun more than 20 years ago, right?"

"Yes, but this..."

Taling paused strangely.

The three of them fell silent, and at the same time, they noticed something abnormal.

Ye Zhuo took a deep breath: "According to Wen Daotai, Guangyu Yuanjun has been dead for more than 5000 years, and Chen Kezhen, who is the reincarnation of Guangyu, only recently found out who he is. Did someone from Quzhai come under his family?"

He sneered: "Is it a dream?"

Wen Xingdao: "Wen Daotai and we met for the first time, are his words completely believable?"

"Credible." Ye Zhu nodded: "I've already heard about Daotai. If he wants to do something to me, he will be a knife and I will be a fish. I don't have any chance to struggle. Telling such a very easily exposed lie."

Tarling: "You mean...?"

"Some things seem to be linked together." Ye Zhu said: "Do you still remember that fake fairy who took Wen Xing in my place? Is there such a possibility? Xiaquan and Changzhou Duyue are both big schools in the world. There is a person who wants to take advantage of the influence of the two sects, so under the guise of Guangyu and me, he has accepted Guangqu and Wenxing as disciples successively?"

Wen Xingdao: "It really can only be explained in this way."

"But," Ta Ling rubbed his head, "Then why are Elder Guangqu and Elder Wen treated so differently?"

Ye Zhuo shook his head: "I don't know at the moment, I have to think about it carefully... Be careful!"

The platform under his feet suddenly trembled greatly, he suddenly made a sound, his feet were unsteady, and he rolled directly into Wen Xing's arms. Two feet, Ye Zhuo finally stood firm.

However, when he glanced slightly, he saw that the rivers and rivers below the stage were shaking even more, the houses were crumbling and ancient trees were collapsing, and countless smoke and dust were raised. Gray smoke diffused from the city and rolled straight into the sky. After a while, even the sky darkened. After half a cup of tea, the whole city was as dark as night. Right opposite Wendao Terrace, a huge flower rose. black cloud.

Ye Zhuo straightened his back, and said in a clear voice: "Where is the sacred coming, I am not far away to welcome you, but I don't know why your lord is covering up, hiding in this black cloud, and dare not treat people with his true colors?"

Immediately there was a chuckle in the cloud.

His voice is clear and bright, and his tone is calm. Listening carefully, he is actually kind and elegant.

"That's wrong. We're all people of status. It's less interesting to show up directly. It happens to be behind me. There are some props. I want to play a game with you."

"What props?"

He waved his wide sleeves back, and the black cloud cleared a corner, revealing seven or eight hundred dark iron cages.

Everyone in the cage looked terrified, some were half-kneeling in it, huddled in the corner, some were holding on to the railing, their veins were bulging, and there were many faces familiar to Ye Zhuo, handsome and big, and she had already chopped more than two hundred swords on the railing , without even a single scratch, Jian Qing and Jian Bai were in their respective cages, the elder brother was stretching out his hand to comfort the younger brother, when they saw Ye Zhu, their pupils shrank.

The man in the cloud took their situation into his eyes and said with a smile: "Look, my cage is very well repaired. Not only can I imprison the ghosts of impermanence, but it is also very suitable for imprisoning the elders of various sects who have gone to heaven and earth."

Ye Zhuo stood on the stage, fixed like an old pine, and said with a smile: "It must be very suitable for shutting you down."

"You may not say that after a while." The man in the cloud was not annoyed, he waved his sleeves again, gathered the dark clouds again, and said: "Oh, by the way, let's talk about games, you don't know yet The rules of the game, why not let me explain one or two first."

Ta Ling quietly sent a voice transmission: "Do you want to go to Fengkou Pass to ask Chen Kezhen and Wen Daotai for help?"

"It's useless." Ye Zhuo said: "The impermanent ghost is the most important thing. Chen Ke can really prevent the impermanent ghost from entering the pass. He must not leave Fengkou Pass for half a step. We are the only ones to deal with it here."

"How do we solve it?" Ta Ling jumped anxiously: "This person brought thousands of people up the clouds, and his cultivation level is almost ascension."

"Calm down." Ye Zhuo's expression remained unchanged: "He said to play games, let's see what's going on first."

"It's like this." The man in the cloud said: "I always thought that Chongning Xianjun was a brave and foolish man, but after observing you for a while, you are actually a smart person."

Ye Zhuo didn't answer this question.

The man in the cloud said to himself: "Some of my bureaus, I thought they were incomparable, were still caught by you, so that in today's situation, you are on the Wendao stage, which is different from the Fengkou pass I imagined. So I really want to know how much you have calculated for such a big game of chess."

Ta Ling took a deep breath and murmured: "The personality is extremely conceited, and Xianjun really guessed it right."

Ye Zhuo smiled: "Why should I tell you?"

"Let's make a bet, there will be a lottery." The man in the cloud snapped his fingers, only to hear a scream in the black cloud, and then an exclamation, and then, something flew out backwards, piercing the black cloud , hovering in front of the Wendao Terrace in an instant.

It was a person with his head and limbs facing downwards, his waist and hips lifted up, as if his waist was pinched by a giant hand, hanging above the sky. He raised his head, his mouth seemed to be sealed, and he kicked weakly. He kicked his legs twice and looked at the stage with tears in his eyes.

"This child seems to be your old friend. He is the first bet."

Ta Ling Na Na: "Jian Qing..."

Ye Zhuo said coldly: "How to gamble."

"Simple." The man in the cloud gestured with a finger: "I asked you some questions related to this game. If you answered correctly, the child will be returned to you. You made a mistake..."

He snapped his fingers again, and saw Jian Qing thumping and plummeting straight down from a high altitude, his cultivation was obviously sealed, with a ho-ho scream in his throat, his hair was disheveled by the wind, Tears rushed out, and they were about to hit the ground.

The man in the cloud pinched him and moved him back to the original place.

"Okay, the rules have been explained, and now is the first question."

He gestured with a finger: "Xianjun has seen me twice, with different identities, who am I?"

"The condition for winning the bet is that both are right."

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A good love is written by me as solving the puzzle orz, a little cutie mentioned the detective Sherlock earlier, in fact, I really want to learn to focus on solving the puzzle on purpose, and the confused friends in the front should be able to connect later.