The Vermilion Bird Tower is located on a cliff, facing a thousand feet abyss, and looks down from a high place. There is a deep pool of hundreds of hectares, close to the black color, as quiet as black jade.

The Vermilion Bird is born with fire in the south, and is strong and strong, and is the heads of many birds.

Here it sounds like a pagoda of the glorious divine ritual, but when I approached it, I found that it was just a small and shameful building. Because the south was wet and stuffy all year round, a circle of mottled moss had already appeared on the outer wall. A little cinnabar fell on the spire, like a handful of dull gray floating on the Jedi, floating on the Jedi, and being alone.

Outside the Suzaku Tower is a circle of half-fallen courtyard walls, red mud and blue bricks are scattered everywhere, wild grass grows tall, and people take care of it, sometimes without wind.

It is two or three miles away from this place and is deserted.

Yan Zhengming and the others were a little late. At this time, there were three days before August 15th. I wanted to avoid the crowd, but when I arrived at the place, I saw that the surrounding area of ​​the Suzaku Tower was already shoulder to shoulder.

However, a large group of monks could not get close to each other, because the tower was surrounded by a violent aura like fire, as if it was suppressing an invisible beast, spraying invisible tongues of flames that others could not see, rolling around. Whoever dared to step in would lick the sparks on his face.

The monks gathered three miles away from the Suzaku Tower, surrounding the place with no water.

I am looking forward to any opportunity for a strange treasure inside. If I leave, I will be able to soar to the sky with this opportunity.

Some of the people brought magic weapons and rested in them. The paupers were in the sky and were lively for a while. It seemed that the people were in the market. Some clever locals brought some farmers to sell them to monks who had not yet been able to fast. But the people here are simple and the people are generally not as diligent as those near the East China Sea, and the vendors have a scale of formation.

Li Yun turned around and suggested, "Senior Brother, since there are so many people coming to the side, I see we are anxious to use it, so let's take a rest first. You have just crossed the advanced realm and need to consolidate. I want to study how to change the junior sister back. She is more bird-like than human beings and attracts bees and butterflies."

Yan Zhengming responded, took out his arms, and took out a stone the size of a pigeon egg. At first glance, this object looked like a large ring face inlaid on a ring, but there was a lifelike courtyard inside.

I saw that the small stone became bigger and bigger in his hands, and the bigger it became more and more transparent. Finally, a living courtyard was formed, gathering several people together and separating them from the surroundings - there was a small world in the small stone.

The yard has rockery bonsai, several small houses are surrounded by a circle, and there is also a stylish and unique swing in the middle.

When people were in it, they suddenly felt that the heat around them was cleaned and refreshed. As soon as the magic weapon was taken, it immediately attracted a shocking gaze around them.

"Stone mustard seeds," Li Yun walked a few steps, reached out to touch the exquisite swing, and shook his head and sighed, "Young Master of Money, you have been running black goods for years, and you have secretly hidden a lot of good people."

Yan Zhengming replied, "Does you want to live a life? Then we will starve to death if we fast."

Then, his eyes swept out the stone mustard seeds, probably because the "strike" sword intent was still on his body. Yan Zhengming glanced like a knife and immediately swept away the secretly peeping eyes around him.

Back then, he didn't understand and liked to enjoy it. He fought against his master and insisted on taking a big boat to attract everyone's attention at that time. But he was still very interested, thinking that he was good at showing off, but he didn't know how much jealousy he caused, and how much humiliation he caused.

If it were now, even if he was on a gold and silver ship, who would dare to say anything in person?

But Yan Zhengming felt proud, but he felt a little sad.

Since ancient times, people were vicious and guilty of possessing a treasure. With his current status, he was probably worthy of being blatantly luxurious among a group of people, but not enough to open the order of closure.

However, even after taking a step, he felt exhausted. Perhaps he was not capable enough.

In the world, the most hurtful thing is the four words "powerless". Yan Zhengming felt that he had almost become the first one after the four words "powerless". Fortunately, he was born with a few more heart than others, otherwise he might have been suppressed.

Could it be that the master gave him the seal of the leader back then, because he was attracted by some benefits?

After thinking about it, Yan Zhengming thought about it a little self-deprecatingly again.

"Let's rest in  first," Yan Zhengming said, turning his head to look at Cheng Qian, "Is it much cooler in ?"

Cheng Qian was stunned and couldn't speak for a moment. His body was furnished from Bingtan. Of course, he was afraid of heat, but his physique was special and he didn't sweat. He didn't say anything, and he thought that others couldn't see it. He thought that his senior brother was always concerned.

Seeing his stupid look on his face, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but sigh inwardly, raised his hand and pressed Cheng Qian's neck, and said, "Come here to protect me, I want to consolidate my realm."

For a sword cultivator, "striking a sword" is not only an increase in a state, but also a more like opening up a world. Yan Zhengming carefully realized it, and it took a long time to wake up from entering into meditation. When he opened his eyes, he saw Cheng Qian standing by loyally and loyally.

Even Li Yun was in the water hole - but the two were almost asleep.

Yan Zhengming coughed lightly and said, "What are you doing when you are all crowded with me?"

Li Yun was woken up by his throat, and the sleepiness on his face was still dissipated. He blurted out: "Senior Brother, how do you feel when you enter the 'out' situation?"

Not only him, but they were actually curious - if they were not serious sword cultivators, no matter how powerful they were, they could not enter the "strike" realm. Fuyao Sect, even Han Yuan, was only the senior brother of the leader who entered the Tao with his sword.

Lian Chengqian followed him and sat down a little.

Yan Zhengming pondered for a while before he answered cautiously: "The sky is great."

The words were very big and , and after saying it, it was almost the same. Only Cheng Qian, who had practiced the Haichao Sword, listened and realized a little bit, seemed to have realized something.

Yan Zhengming glanced at his thoughtful appearance in the aftermath, and then smiled bitterly and swallowed his next sentence back - being imprisoned.

There is a big world outside, and I am alone and imprisoned.

 is the feeling that "showing the front" gives him.

The next level of "strike" happens to be "shewn".

Sword cultivators are different from other ways, and they rarely have an epiphany. Only the more they are suppressed, the more they will rebound. Yan Zhengming was suppressed by the ancient true dragon soul at that time, and was inspired by Cheng Qian's words. He forced him to force him to exert a sword energy.

Sword cultivators are rampant in the nine provinces, but they rarely reach the top because the road is really difficult to walk.

Just when Cheng Qian suddenly felt something, he stood up suddenly, and in a flash, he reached the door, and opened the door, and saw an old man with a hunchback hunchback standing at the door of Shijiaozi, holding a lantern swaying in the wind in his hand. Without making a sound, he just waited there silently.

The old man didn't look like a monk. When the monks were about to blow the light and pull out the wax, they showed the appearance of the five declines of heaven and man, but they were young and old, and they felt so real, but this person's whole body was not like a mortal in any case.

The old man's head was barely at Cheng Qian's chest. When he saw the door open, he slowly raised his head to Cheng Qian. He saw that the old man's eyes were turbid, and his eyes looked like two awls with the smell of rust.

He looked Cheng Qian up and down, then curled his lips and whispered: "Young man, just seven thunder tribulations, three disasters and nine difficulties, but what are you going to finish?"

There was a silence around him, and who was talking about it? Running to the door of the man who was mourning Laomo - because Lao Dong walked out of the Suzaku Tower step by step under the eyes of everyone.

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly: "Old man, you..."

But the old man stopped looking at him, walked past him, his steps slowed down as if something was wrong, and walked to Yan Zhengming and said in a deep voice: "Please follow me, my master has Donghuo to stay."

Yan Zhengming also came and answered, and the old man turned around and walked out, as if he was sure that he would follow.

Yan Zhengming hurriedly made a gesture to Li Yun, and had already caught up with him. The water pit learned the lesson of "recruiting bees and butterflies" in front of Cheng Qian, swayed for a while, and made a choice - he got into Cheng Qian's sleeve, leaving Li Yun alone to pack up the stone mustard seeds behind him.

Under the envy, resentment, or confusion, a few people followed the old man from the Suzaku Tower. The people dared to say a word. The Suzaku Tower is open every year and has been open for a hundred years. What's the real thing? The powerful people cherish their feathers and don't come to pick up leftovers. Most of the people who come here to try their luck are not very good, and the people who dare to provoke them.

The rolling heat waves around the Suzaku Tower were like a sea, and the old man walked out a gap for people to pass through. Ice and fire were incompatible, and the frost blade buzzed. Although Cheng Qian could tolerate it, he felt very uncomfortable after all. Just when he was at the same time, an extra vicious gaze pierced behind him. Cheng Qian suddenly turned his head, glanced around the people in the distance, and finally saw the dandy carriage that they had taught him before.

"It's just a little person who has not yet concentrated his mind." Cheng Qian thought about it and withdrew his gaze.

But I don’t know if it was because the surrounding area of ​​Suzaku Tower was hot, so he seemed to be a little upset, as if something was going to happen.

After a while, they followed the old man who was walking and dragging, and there were several rusty bells hanging at the dilapidated door. It seemed that they knew someone was coming, and they swung slightly and made a dull sound. The old man stretched out his hand and pushed open the door with some difficulty, and whispered: "Come in."

Yan Zhengming said: "Senior, we did not come for the Suzaku Tower, but when my master closed the mountain, there was a secret saying in it that was preserved by Senior Xu, so we came here to get it back..."

The old man interrupted him as if he heard it, "Come in."

Yan Zhengming frowned in the Suzaku Tower, and took the lead in lifting his clothes and walked in. The outside heat waves rolled, but the inside was cold and wet. The two hatchbacks showed that they were cold and hot, and their hair stood up.

The old man panted and raised the lamp in the tower one by one, and the smell of soil appeared on the ground. There were some windows around him, and there were dark holes everywhere, which were a little depressing.

Cheng Qian is a spiritual object shaping body. He may not have heard of some treasures in heaven and earth, but he is very sensitive to the spiritual and evil spirits contained in it. However, he glanced around and found that this place was not as rumored as outsiders. There were many treasures, but he was completely absent from all over the place.

The old man took them through the narrow stairs and walked to the top of the tower. He saw a stone statue here, with fine carvings and lifelike. He was a thin man with his eyebrows and eyes, about one finger wide in the middle, and the tips of his eyebrows were thin and slightly raised, as if there were some boys and girls.

The old man respectfully bent down at the stone statue and said, "Master, the guest is here."

The stone statue turned out to be Xu Yingzhi, the owner of this place.

Yan Zhengming quickly realized that he had something to ask for, so he quickly showed his most humble and polite side, pretended to behave well, stood not far behind the old man, and said politely to the younger generation: "Is it disturbing senior."

The old man glanced at him. Although he showed something, he was probably satisfied. He touched and incense the stone statue, then took out an ancient wooden box from behind the incense table, held it in front of Yan Zhengming, and said, "The old slave is the tower spirit of the Suzaku Tower, and lives entirely with the master's true energy. The master has been for many years, and the energy of the Suzaku Tower has almost dissipated. He has been worried that he could not return this thing to the noble school. Now he can finally feel at ease."

Yan Zhengming opened the wooden box and found three ancient copper coins inside.

He was slightly stunned and looked up at the tower spirit in confusion.

But Lao Taling didn't explain much, but waved his hand and said, "It's yours."

Then he turned around and turned into a ray of blue smoke, which entered the blue lamp above the stone statue's head.

Yan Zhengming didn't know what the mystery was among the three ancient coins, and he dared to touch them rashly. He was about to look back and consult Li Yun, who was known as "everything". Suddenly, the ringtones were filled with ringings in the Vermillion Bird Tower. A stone statue was suddenly darkened and a blue light was suddenly dark. Countless black shadows climbed up from all directions. A pale hand suddenly broke the protective array on the Vermillion Bird Tower and grabbed Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming said in his heart: "Are you looking for death?"

The hand came to his eyes, and had been cut off by the sword energy that was released from his body. It flew out of his wrist, but blood spilled. Only a ball of black gas emerged, scattered everywhere, scattering countless black snakes, staring at the people in the middle.

The man with his hands broke out from the darkness step by step. He turned out to be the playboy I met before. He saw a strange black air all over his body, a stiff and weird smile on his face, but what he said was not human words, but a "hissing" sound.

The blue lamp on the stone statue shook and was extinguished. The tower spirit who had just hid in it actually became a turtle with its head shrinkage.

Cheng Qian asked in a low voice: "What is ?"

Li Yun shook his head with a serious expression. The monsters really possessed, but the playboy did not look like he was possessed... It seemed that he was originally a demon cultivator.

But they only fought during the day, so that was impossible.

Cheng Qian's eyes swept around and found that there were more and more black snakes, but they were not big enough to approach others, as if he was just staring at Yan Zhengming.

He suddenly pulled out the Frost Blade Sword, and Frost Yi rushed straight towards the playboy. Just as he was, a hand suddenly twisted his shoulder from behind. Yan Zhengming pulled him aside, and his voice pressed into his throat: "Doway-"

Cheng Qian glanced at the traces of the inner demons that were faintly visible between his eyebrows, and was suddenly shocked: "Slow down, master..."

Yan Zhengming had become a sword wind. The playboy was lightly wrapped in sword wind and flew out. The smile on his face became more and more bizarre, and his pure black eyes almost became a pair of abyss. He looked like he was not focused. His toes lightly tapped around the Suzaku Tower, spreading his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the unparalleled sword energy. Then Yan Zhengming slashed from his head to his feet with a sword. The whole person was "pu" and one into two. The two half of his body, half of which fell to one side in two directions, and half of them fell to one side in blood and flesh, and they were twitched for a moment, but the other half dissipated into a thick black fog. Not only did he not dodge, he rushed straight to Yan Zhengming.

The three copper coins in Yan Zhengming's hand were rumbling, and the black fog paused slightly. Just when Cheng Qian's sword had arrived, the thick white frost instantly formed an ice wall, isolating the black fog.

Three copper coins suddenly escaped from the wooden box and went straight into the head seal on Yan Zhengming's neck. Yan Zhengming's mind buzzed, and in an instant he felt that his soul was pulled out of his body by some irresistible force and went straight into the head seal.

All the complicated scenes flashed by, and with a "click", the succulent croaker in the ground lock opened wide, Yan Zhengming's eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was actually in a strange place. The stone statue came alive, holding three copper coins in his hand, silently lowered his head and sat behind a stone table.

In amazement, Yan Zhengming looked at the reflection of a bowl of tea on the table and found that he seemed to have been in the body of Master Bei Mingjun again.

He was quite in tears and didn't know where his fate was.

The atmosphere at both ends of the stone table was stagnant, and a wooden sign was placed face down on the wooden table. Xu Yingzhi, the owner of the Suzaku Tower, reached out and turned it up. The words "Han Muchun" suddenly appeared on it.

Yan Zhengming felt shocked. On the one hand, he was surprised to see his master's name here, and on the other hand, it seemed to come from Beiming Jun's heart.
Chapter completed!