In the southern part of Zhongzhou, the mountains are covered with green mountains and waves, and the sun is gone all year round.

There are few families in Yunmeng Mountain, because above this mountain, when entering the clouds, there are "gods" mentioned by ordinary people who often fly to the sky and escape from the earth.

"The air steams in Yunmeng Ze, and the waves shake Yueyang City."

Zhong Yue stood on the Sun Chasing Heavenly Chariot, looking at the bronze city vaguely surging in the mountains, and had to admire this magnificent building. This poem came so appropriately.

Standing on the chariot, Zhang Jingyao was even more surprised when she heard the poem that came out of Zhong Yue's mouth and said to herself: It's true that this poem is a talented person. This poem has the power of overwhelming mountains and seas. If she is a small-scale calligrapher, the ink painting it will probably weigh a hundred pounds.

Of course, as a deacon in Yungong, she is also a person who has seen the world and will naturally not reveal it to the surface.

"The sky chariot will land later, please don't walk around at will. Now the banquet in the four seas is coming, and the martial law of the Yun Palace is in place. If there is no waist card, it will be considered a bad person by the disciples in the sect, and it will be troublesome at that time."

Everyone was silent. This Yun Palace is not the Thirteen Bridge of the Bian River, so naturally he had to be more cautious. Although he received the invitation from the Four Seas Banquet, it does not mean that he is a disciple of the Yun Palace and has to go through a lot of assessments. If he reaches the peak of his life, he will still live in another place, so he will rely on his ability.

"Consultant Zhong."

Zhong Yue glanced at the woman standing beside him.

"Who are you……"

"I am Zhu Qing from Muhezhai."

Although Zhong Yue didn't know this person, his face seemed to be superior when he appeared outside the mansion before. Seeing that there were so many beauties, he naturally remembered the faces of some people. Although he did not require everyone to smile at him, he could choose to filter those people he didn't like.

"What's up?"

"Apart from Sister Xue, the rest of us who have taken white silk, may not even meet those big names, so I think, please ask Consul Zhong to say a few good words for us. If you sit in the throne of the word "Tian", you must be favored by the palace master."

Zhong Yue said: "Is it your need or everyone's need?"

Zhu Qing's cheeks turned slightly red, and she stepped closer and pressed against Zhong Yue, "If Consultant Zhong needs it..."

Zhong Yue's shoulders slightly turned and said, "Are you so unconfident?"

Zhu Qing's eyes flashed, and his lips opened lightly closed. She heard what Zhong Yue meant, "Guest Zhong may not know. Every year, not only the women from Thirteen Bridges enter the Yun Palace, but countless women come to ask for the truth in the entire Zhongzhou, so..."

"So you think you're worse than others?"

Zhu Qing didn't speak.

Zhong Yue nodded, "Well. I understand, if I have a chance."

Zhu Qing was shocked again when she was originally disappointed. She didn't expect Zhong Yue to agree so readily, thinking that some special price would be needed to get it.

Although Zhang Jingyao heard it, she had not come over to scold her. She had heard a lot of such things every year, let alone Zhong Yue, even if the Taoist saint came in person, if she wanted to go through the back door, she would probably be able to kill the person with the palace master's personality and temper.

What's more, this clock is not famous, it is not famous.

However, if the Taoist Saint is really here and hears the three words "Zhong Buqi", I guess even if Yun Ni doesn't agree, he will open the back door for Zhong Yue in the Taoist Court and directly pull it into his own.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival book chanting, the name Zhong Buqi was blocked. I only knew that there was a young man who had been searching for Dao Sheng for a long time and even came to Jiange to call people.

The chariot slowly landed on the ground. The huge square was very strange in this mountain. Even in the era of high-tech, it would probably take a lot of financial and manpower to dig such a large platform in the mountains.

"How did this place be opened?"

Zhang Jingyao said lightly: "At that time, the Sword Saint was the Lord of the Palace, and the Three Swords moved the mountains and expanded the soil, and regarded this place as a saint's door and sent it to my Yun Palace."

"Are the three swords? It's amazing." Zhong Yue murmured.

Zhang Jingyao chuckled and said to himself: What can you actually understand the power of a saint?

"You stand here and don't get out of the heavenly chariot. I'll ask the elders in the sect."

Xue Yuan said, "I'm sorry to be a deacon."

Zhong Yue looked around the square, and before, he looked at the sky, and felt that the clouds and mountains were covered with mist. When he arrived at the square, the fog was not so obvious. It was probably isolated by a special method, otherwise he would have lived in such a heavy humidity place all year round, and although the young ladies' skin was moisturized, the rheumatism and moisture came to his door.

There were many people in the square, some came alone, and some like Zhong Yue and others who came by riding on the auspiciousness of various ink rhymes.

"It seems that the banquet in Sihai is quite grand..."

When Zhang Jingyao left, Xue Yuan dared to speak, "Don't move around, the master of the vegetarian came here and could not protect you."

Zhong Yue turned his head, "Do I seem to need someone to protect me?"

Xue Yuan gritted her teeth and thought to herself, "Didn't you, a bad guy, just relying on the protection of the master of the Zhai family to walk sideways in Qinghui?"

Indeed, when Wenhua Hall was giving lectures, Xue Yuan, as a lecturer in the Tongdao Hall, dared not speak out. Of course, the bet he lost also made Xue Yuan blush and hot for a long time.

Now after the Siqiao incident, Xue Yuan has also changed a lot about Zhong Yue, at least this person's conscience is not as bad as his mouth.

Huh

A light cry made the people in the square look up.

The fringe of the phoenix tail was like a meteor passing by the sky.

“This bird is so big.”

Xue Yuan: ""

The fire phoenix slowly landed on the ground, and all the mounts around it dispersed, so as not to be swept by the flames.

Xue Yuan looked at the woman on the fire phoenix and murmured: "Fire Phoenix Immortal Cao Ling."

"Is this the Nine Phoenix Immortal?"

"Um."

Oh...

Zhong Yue suddenly felt something trembling in his body.

The Fire Phoenix, who had originally lowered her head and licked her feathers, suddenly turned around and looked at the Sun-Chasing Heavenly Chariot.

The woman on the Huofeng was also a little surprised and stroked the Huofeng's neck with her hands, trying to comfort the Huofeng.

However, Huo Feng didn't seem to buy it and walked slowly towards this place.

Zhong Yue felt breathing, and suddenly felt a hint of chill in his limbs and bones, pressing down on the shaking part that was aroused. The throbbing part in his body slowly calmed down.

Huo Feng tiptoed over, suddenly unable to notice the smell, and straightened his neck with some confusion.

"What the hell is wrong?"

The fire phoenix was already very close to the heavenly chariot. However, after not realizing that breath, he was a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?" The woman on the fire phoenix was very close to Zhong Yue and the others, and looked down from above.

The crested head shook.

"Let's go, Master may be anxious to wait."

Huo Feng lowered his head and glanced at him again, turned around and soared up.

Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

"What bad things have you done?"

“This bird is sick.”
Chapter completed!