He Xianzun's Centennial Itch

Qi Hanzhi was stunned.

Those words were just a casual counterattack according to the storyteller's arrangement, but he never thought that Xie Yunlian would give such an answer.

Rao had already guessed that the so-called "white moonlight" was just an excuse, but it was still different to hear Xie Yunlian, who had refused to admit it not long ago, say "yes" himself.

The noise around him all faded away, and the sunset light in the evening made people dizzy, Xi Hanzhi seemed to only see Xie Yunlian who was sitting upright here. He looked at this person, his breathing slowed down imperceptibly, and wanted to wait for something more Exact words, or supplement, or explain, or even refute.

He almost felt that he was about to get the truth about the past 400 years ago, Xie Yunlian's demons, and all the reasons for reconciling.

But Xie Yunlian looked at him and asked: "The sun is going to set, do you want to go back?"

After these words fell, the chatter of diners in the ear, the hawking along the street outside the window, and the voices of countless bustling people came back again.

Qi Hanzhi felt like a fish, being caught high and then thrown down casually.Xie Yunlian's natural inquiry, like the faint answer just now, is just a casual chat that can be ended at will.

"Let's go." Qi Xiaoyu seemed to have been punctured, and he emptied his stomach, with a calm mood and a natural expression, smiling on the surface.

Stuffy gourd.

Qi Hanzhi cursed secretly, knowing that Xie Yunlian didn't want to say it, so he couldn't ask it anyway.

Today, he walked more than half a circle in the capital, and he recalled both ends of the memory, but Xie Yunlian, although his inner demons did not show up, he always felt that something was wrong.

Don't wait any longer, Qi Hanzhi secretly made a decision, the matter of memory may not be fruitful in a short period of time, wait to explore the Wanmin Pagoda in the capital tonight, and let Rong Yang open Xie Yunlian's heart after the change of the Emperor Ji Palace magic land.

The faces of the two were more calm than the other, and they walked leisurely and briskly back to the small courtyard Di Ji had prepared for them.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, there was almost no one there, only a huge black jade vat was placed in the corner, the body of the vat was carved with colorful flowers, and the water surface was covered with lotus leaves in the vat, and there were twin lotuses growing on the water surface, a red gold-rimmed plant, a Frost like snow - exactly the "result" that Qi Hanzhi had prepared for his disciples earlier.

From Qi Hanzhi's point of view, the two lotus plants swayed. As a greeting, he tried his best to minimize the sense of presence. In order not to appear as a "person" between the two teachers, he even threw himself into the big vat full of flowers.

Qi Hanzhi was speechless for a moment, and asked, "Did Rong Yang bring the things?"

The red lotus slanted toward the house in reply.

Qi Hanzhi: "..."

Inside the house, there were two boxes on the most conspicuous place on the table. Qi Hanzhi opened the one with no spiritual power first. This box should have been prepared by Di Ji. Inside was the map of Wanmin Pagoda, and there was a token to open the one outside the tower. The part of the formation set up by the royal family of Great Chu, although the Demon Lord doesn't use it very much, it has to be said that it is very comprehensive.

The other box was tightly fastened, and a faint spiritual energy overflowed. Qi Hanzhi opened the lid, and saw a white ball the size of a chicken lying in the box.

Holding the tree heart upside down in his hand, Qi Hanzhi turned his head and asked, "How about a hairpin for you?"

Only then did Xie Yunlian cast a glance at the precious heart of the tree, but quickly withdrew it, focused on Qi Hanzhi and replied, "Okay."

At night, the sound of shouting and killing was startled from a distance, and there were three light knocks on the door of the room.

Qi Hanzhi opened the door, and Xie Yunlian stood in front of the door. At this time, night had fallen, and the sound of fighting and fighting woke up the sleeping king. direction.

Qi Hanzhi simply calculated the time in his heart: "The turbid air is the thickest at midnight, so the time is right, let's go."

"I won't go." Only Xie Yunlian said.

Qi Hanzhi tilted his head, his eyes showed doubts, Xie Yunlian, an immortal with a heart of helping the world and saving the people, didn't go to investigate in person in the face of such evil cultivators?

Xie Yunlian looked at him, as if he had lost the ability to read facial expressions, he only smiled and said: "There are still some things."

The king did not come here to investigate the Wanmin Pagoda, so what else could Xie Yunlian do?The night wind blew past his ears, carrying the smell of blood, most of the cold branches flung out, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Are you going to run?

The Demon Lord stood in the air, turned his head and looked in the direction of the small courtyard, the distance was too far, even his eyesight couldn't reach it.

On the other side, the Wanmin Pagoda was in front of him, and Qi Hanzhi's core jumped up again, as if urging him.

Before coming, Xie Yunlian agreed to solve his doubts, and the immortal will never lie to others.

Qi Hanzhi pressed the core of his heart with one hand, frowned to suppress the strangeness in his heart, turned around and flew towards Wanmin Pagoda.

Wanmin Pagoda is in the north of the city, not far from the bustling streets and alleys. At night, the surrounding people's voices disappear, and the sound of shocking changes in front of the palace gate in the distance is just faint to ordinary people, and three or two families around them light candles. fire.

The tower has seven floors. The body of the tower reflects the hazy moonlight in the night, and the golden roof is also dyed a cold color. The closer you get, the more restless Qi Hanzhi's core becomes. When he stood still in front of the tower, his core became like To jump out of the mouth of the throat.

Qi Hanzhi looked at the tall tower in front of him, and there was a churning in the sea of ​​consciousness. The dusty memory for a long time seemed to be pryed out, and it was drilled out. Sometimes it was the vermilion gate of Wanmin Tower, and sometimes it was a familiar and strange small courtyard. .

It was here.

Qi Hanzhi breathed lightly and slowly, and under the night shaded by the candlelight, he saw the old tree with a thick crooked neck not far from the side of the tower.

The scene in front of him gradually coincided with the memory. It was a peach tree, which was a little crooked when it was planted. Someone laughed in his ear, saying that in the early spring of the next year, there will be flowers blooming on the branches, and when autumn comes, there will be great fruits. But the tree was crooked, and it happened that the two of them picked one side each.

At that time, he was so angry that he turned his head and hit it. The small peach tree that had just been planted was affected, and it seemed to be even more crooked.

After the "fierce battle" died down, the man touched the small peach tree, with a smile in his eyes and a worried expression on his mouth: "Poor little guy, I don't know if he can grow taller."

Pointing at mulberry and scolding Huai, pointing at peach and scolding habitat.

The corners of Qi Hanzhi's lips curled up stiffly, looking at the peach tree, it was indeed a bit crooked, but an old tree over [-] years old was already too tall for anyone to worry about.

None of them could pick the peach.

Now the tree is as graceful as a cover, and the speaker died in the winter before the arrival of early spring.

……

Qi Hanzhi withdrew his gaze, and closed the vermilion door with one hand. The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and it was rare for anyone to come, making a muffled "creak".

The map given by Di Ji is completely useless, probably there is no better guide than the core.

The token worn at the waist flickered, and most of the formations outside the tower died down, but there were still two killing formations reluctant to let go. The spiritual energy and sword rain shot towards the back of the young man in black clothes. The spiritual energy swelled, and there was a light sound from the hem of the clothes, and the killing array behind him was shattered.

The brocade boots stepped on the ground, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty hall. The Demon Lord followed the feeling all the way in, and countless runes lit up on the surrounding walls, and the uncomfortable evil spirit spread with the smell of blood that had dried up for an unknown amount of time.

Qi Hanzhi still has a little reason, knowing that the anomalies in this tower need to be carefully detected by people who are proficient in formations. Countless and various attacks came. crushed.

Following the guidance of the core, he found a downward passage. There are two floors below the tower, and there is no passage on the second floor. There is only an empty space in the center of the first floor, like a courtyard inserted into the ground upside down. Qi Hanzhi did not hesitate jumped in.

There are no extra decorations on the second basement floor, only the four walls are inlaid with night pearls. Under the dim light, huge and complex runes cover the entire floor, and the Qihanzhi falls in the very center.

The violent beating of the core stopped, and Qi Hanzhi bent down in a drowsy silence, touching the center of the magic circle with one hand. He didn't know what was buried under it, but he had a faint feeling of strong intuition. He must put " It" brings it out.

The spiritual power of the Mahayana period surged out, and the magic circles spread all over the ground on the second floor of the basement were aroused, and the stacked magic circles had effects that matched their complexity. The aura was emptied and gathered in this small space. Some of the runes related to the rebound flickered and shattered, and most of the power from the attackers attacked back with the spiritual power scavenged from the leylines.

It didn't take long for Qi Hanzhi to strike back until the formation was blown back, the black air spreading over the capital condensed into the sky above the Wanmin Pagoda, the dragon shadow loomed, and accompanied by a long chant, the black air swooped down from the golden roof.

On the official road outside Wangcheng, the white-clothed national teacher who hurried back looked up. Seeing this scene, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he was quickly overwhelmed by joy. He sneered and said softly: "Xie Yunlian."

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze and quickly flew towards the city.

Not far from Wanmin Pagoda, Immortal Venerable who had just finished making some arrangements jumped in his heart, turned around suddenly, and saw this scene.

"Aqi..." His usual calm expression was like a cracked mask, his eyes were red, and he took a step forward, shrinking the ground into an inch.

In the royal city, three thousand armored men were heavily armored, and the forces belonging to Mingxi were pressed down and knelt on the ground. Di Ji pulled out the long sword from Mingxi's heart, feeling it, and looked in the direction of Wanmin Pagoda.

The black air descended down the golden roof, but the dragon's shadow did not dissipate. Instead, it seemed to have been washed away from the dirt. It rolled twice over the king's capital before disappearing into the clouds.

——There is a rare treasure under the Zhenguo Pagoda, which can be used to suppress the country for 300 years and avert a catastrophe.

In Zhenuo Pagoda, the black air peeling off from the dragon's veins and the magic circle backlashed back and forth, attacking from top to bottom, Qi Hanzhi's cultivation was high, but it was difficult to withstand this blow. The golden phoenix blood dripped on the ground and was absorbed by the earth veins little by little.

The formation was shattered inch by inch, and the night pearl on the wall was also crushed into flying ash by the powerful spiritual force impact, and the ground was dark again, except for a tiny bit of light from the big hole above the head.

Qi Hanzhi seems to be ignorant, he doesn't care about the counterattack of the formation, he is not good at breaking the formation, if he wants to study the formation without knowing how much time it will take, it is better to use the simplest method.

It's just a little injury, and it will be better after a period of time.

It is clear that the heart core no longer has the intention of urging, but he can't bear that "exotic treasure" to be buried in the ground again, even for a moment.

He knelt on the ground with one knee, and lay a pitch-black wooden box in the palm of his hand. It was the thing drawn from the ground when he suffered the blow just now, and it was also the so-called strange treasure of the royal family of Great Chu.

To say it is a wooden box is not quite accurate. To be precise, it is more like a coffin that can be lifted with both hands.

As if some kind of premonition in the dark, Qi Hanzhi's hand pressing on the pitch-black wooden box trembled slightly.

Using your index finger and thumb together, the lid was easily lifted off.

In an instant, Qi Hanzhi's dark golden pupils trembled, and the hand that was dragging the wooden box was almost unsteady - it was a very simple box, without any decoration or lining, just lying quietly A little man the size of a palm.

The villain's eyes were tightly closed, and he looked like he had seen it before, and it seemed to flash in every scene.

Cloud hidden.

Qi Hanzhi murmured silently.

"My name is Yunyin, what do you call my little brother?"

"Who is your brother?"

"Then what's your name, brother?"

"Xi Hanzhi."

"Okay, brother Xiaoqi, where do you live, you should be worried if you haven't seen your elders for so long."

"Who is your brother!"

……

"Qi, Han, Zhi," the man was holding his hand, and led him to write three crooked characters, and finally wrote a line aside: "Choose all the cold branches and refuse to live. You chose this name yourself." ? It’s a little bit sparse.”

"No." The young man looked at his crooked three big characters, and then at the verse written by people walking in clouds and flowing water, walking around and falling down in dragons, secretly curled his lips, and said in a bad tone: "I told you, I am the only phoenix in the world, This name is naturally born along with inheritance."

"Okay," the man didn't know whether to believe it or not, smiled and shook his hand again, and wrote on the other end: "Yun, Yin, my name, 'Duanhong Pavilion Yuhengdongzhang, the slanting sun rests in the clouds and hides in the dusk forest ', let's practice this poem together, there is no Fenghuang'er who can't read big characters, right?"

"Fenghuang'er? Where did Fenghuang'er come from other people's family?"

The man was amused, rubbed his head, didn't get angry when his hand was slapped off, and said slowly: "Yes, no one else's family has it, it's my Fenghuang'er."

……

"Aqi, don't look, you'll be fine when you wake up." The man covered his eyes, his hands gradually cooled down, and blood rolled down between his teeth and landed on the tips of his ears, scorching hot, and was immediately caught by Xue Ye's hand. The cold wind blew through, and it was bone-piercingly cold, he heard the man mutter: "Fenghuang'er..."

Phoenix, fly away.

That was his last sentence, but he didn't finish it.

……

Qi Hanzhi's eyes were blurred, like water, and when he blinked, they rolled down.

"Yun Yin." He said the name softly, as if waking up an old dream that spanned more than four hundred years.

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①: Pick all the cold branches and refuse to live, the lonely sandbar is cold - Su Shi

②: Duanhong Pavilion rains across the east peaks, the slanting sun rests in the clouds and hides in the twilight forest——Zheng Qian