From the bottom of the magic well, you can clearly see the blue sky, and the faint sunlight slanting down makes people feel warm just by looking at it.
That kind of free atmosphere makes people yearn for it.
And in that free land, there are more important people waiting for her.
Not long after, a wooden man fell from the well with a food box hanging on his body.
Zhao Qingmei picked up the food box, which contained a white note and a bottle of pills.
"Beauty is drunk, the latest poison powder refined by the Poison King is colorless and odorless, and even the masters can hardly detect it..."
Zhao Qingmei glanced at the white paper in her hand and thought secretly in her heart.
Even if there is such a strange poison as Hongyanzui, one must be careful. After all, Nan Weiping may be a master in the realm of a grand master. Although her current cultivation level is very low, who knows whether she will notice the poison.
Once discovered, all efforts will be in vain.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qingmei took out the fine red wine and sprinkled it on the roast chicken and dishes.
The dosage of such a small amount of medicine is very small, and Hongyanzui itself is colorless and non-toxic, which further reduces the possibility of Nan Weiping noticing it.
If it doesn't work once, then poison it multiple times...
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Qingmei came to the cave with the food box.
"Why did you come just now?"
Nan Weiping's eyes couldn't help but light up when she saw the food box in Zhao Qingmei's hand.
"Give."
Zhao Qingmei threw the food box in her hand directly to Nan Weiping.
Nan Weiping caught the food box, and the iron chain made a friction sound. Her eyes looked directly at Zhao Qingmei, "Little girl, you won't poison it, right?"
Zhao Qingmei said lightly: "No."
There was no fluctuation in his tone, and he was as calm as water.
"I don't believe it, please try it first and show me."
Nan Weiping didn't believe Zhao Qingmei and threw the food box back in her hand.
Zhao Qingmei didn't say anything, just sat down cross-legged and took a few bites in front of Nan Weiping without hesitation.
"good."
When Nan Weiping saw this, she felt relieved and started to eat hungrily.
With such an appearance, it is hard to imagine that he is a master of cultivation with the level of a great master.
Zhao Qingmei sat quietly aside and casually took out a pen and paper.
She was also a little nervous. She didn't know if Nan Weiping had noticed the beauty Zui. After a long time, she saw no reaction from her, so she felt slightly relieved.
It seems that I was right to put in a tiny amount of beauty drink.
After eating and drinking, Nan Weiping took a long sip, with a satisfied look on her face. Then she glanced at Zhao Qingmei and said, "What are you writing?"
"journal."
Zhao Qingmei said calmly.
"journal?"
Nan Weiping was a little confused and asked doubtfully: "I don't know what this is, but don't you covet the treasure in this cave?"
"Treasure? What treasure?"
Zhao Qingmei stopped writing in her hand and said.
She had been thinking about how to leave this magic well, but she never thought that this magic well was the retreat place of the leader of the demon sect, and it should have some magical uses.
Nan Weiping looked at the surrounding walls and said: "You should have obtained the "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Book" from Wu Jiaming. Above this cave are the insights and experiences of the demon sect's ancestors, and even the demon sect.
The writings and ink left by the teaching ancestor will be of great benefit to your cultivation."
Wu Jiaming is the eighth generation leader of the Demon Cult.
When Zhao Qingmei heard Nan Weiping's words, she picked up the fire fold and looked at the wall of the cave.
With the help of the faint light from the fire folding paper, I could clearly see that there were indeed crooked writing marks on the wall of the cave.
If you look carefully, you will see that most of them are based on the "Nine Netherworld Purgatory Grimoire", as well as some random insights.
Looking at those words, Zhao Qingmei could not help but squint her eyes. She considered it carefully and gained a new understanding of the contents of "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire".
You must know that the leaders of the Demon Cult have always been extremely talented people. Each of them has a profound understanding of the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire", and each generation summarizes and studies based on the experience of the previous generation.
Even the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire" has been continuously improved and deduced, and there have been obvious changes compared to the original version.
When Nan Weiping on the side saw this, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.
As long as those who practice the "Nine Nether Body Refining Magic Code" are demon cultists, they will naturally be immersed in it when they see the content above.
Zhao Qingmei looked at the words on the stone wall and fell into it unconsciously. It was not until she had read all the words on the stone wall that she gradually came back to her senses.
"There are still words..."
The moment Zhao Qingmei withdrew her eyes, she suddenly discovered that there were words on the stone wall, and couldn't help but murmured: "The devil is in the heart, and the Buddha is in the void."
Nan Weiping's cloudy eyes held a hint of meaning as she said: "This is what the founder of the Demon Sect left behind. If you want to reach the highest level of this "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire", you have to become a demon."
Zhao Qingmei frowned: "Bewitched?"
Somehow, when she heard these two words, she felt the blood in her body boiling, as if it was a primitive instinct.
Nan Weiping said quietly: "If you don't fall into the devil, how can you see your true self? Only if you are willing to fall into the devil can you realize your true self."
"So, the devil is my true self."
Zhao Qingmei seemed to have thought of something and suddenly became enlightened. At the same time, the shackles that had been bothering her for a long time were somewhat loosened.
Nan Weiping glanced at Zhao Qingmei in surprise and thought to herself: This little girl is really very intelligent.
Just by looking at the cave, you can understand some of the mysteries.
Along the way to the Demonic Sect, the sword took the wrong direction, and the cultivation level increased extremely rapidly. Unlike Taoism, Buddhism usually works slowly and hard, and it takes several years of hard work to achieve the Tao in one day.
When you practice the martial arts of the Demonic Cult, the more advanced you become, your state of mind will completely enter a kind of transcendence, which is called being possessed by the Demonic Cult.
Once he becomes possessed by the devil, his cultivation level rises to an unimaginable level.
This cave not only contains the marks left by the ancestors of the demonic path, but also the demonic energy of the actions. Feeling the mystery inside can help them become demons.
However, since the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire" was lost, no one in the Demon Sect has reached the realm of true demonization. Therefore, even if Xuanmen split, the Demon Sect has never been able to stand at the top of the world.
Zhao Qingmei sat down slowly. At this moment, she felt something strange in her arms, and immediately took out the paper man.
"In this world, men are not trustworthy."
When Nan Weiping saw this, there was a hint of mockery in the corner of her mouth.
She also often saw Zhao Qingmei playing with the paper figures in her hands.
"For you, maybe it is."
Zhao Qingmei looked at the paper man in front of her, and a smile subconsciously appeared on her lips.
When Nan Weiping saw Zhao Qingmei's smile, she couldn't help but secretly thought: What a handsome girl, but it's a pity that she has to like a man.
"It doesn't take you half a year in the Demon Sealing Well before the man has already changed his mind," Nan Weiping said.
Zhao Qingmei glanced at Nan Weiping and said, "I won't worry about impossible things."
Nan Weiping shook her head, looked at Zhao Qingmei with pity, and said: "It's useless if you don't believe it. People's hearts are unpredictable, especially when it comes to love. There is a world of difference between you being by his side and not being by his side.
"
"If one day you find out that he has changed his mind, what will you do?"
Zhao Qingmei played with it for a while, then put away the paper figurine, gently touched the Yuanyang knife on her waist with her jade-like palm, and murmured: "I will tell him with practical actions how much I love him."
When Nan Weiping saw this, she was stunned for a moment, and then she actually laughed.
Zhao Qingmei ignored Nan Weiping, then sat down and continued writing the diary.
...........
Zhao State, the royal capital.
There are many tall buildings on the street, and the buildings are also beautiful. Compared with Yujing City, it is a little less prosperous, but more solemn and solemn.
Next to an unpretentious and ancient attic, it was quiet, except for a middle-aged man sweeping with a broom.
His movements are neither fast nor slow, and orderly. The look on his face is patient, and the movement of his arms is natural and has its own charm.
Could it be...
As if sensing something, the pupils of the middle-aged man who was cleaning suddenly shrank violently and looked towards the attic door.
"Creak--!"
At this time, the door in the pavilion slowly opened.
The light of dust emerged, as if it had been silent for a long time.
An old man in a green shirt was seen walking out. He squinted at the dazzling sunlight above his head, enjoying the long-lost warmth.
His steps were staggering, his back was stooped, and he looked as if he would fall into the soil at any time.
"Seven years have passed in a flash."
"Mr. Jin, are you out of seclusion?"
When the middle-aged man cleaning saw the old man, his voice trembled.
For seven years, he delivered three meals a day, and then cleaned the courtyard. Everyone waited every day, and now he finally looked forward to the person in front of him coming out of isolation.
He's out of seclusion, does that mean his cultivation has stagnated again?
"Speak carefully."
Mr. Jin looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Is the world okay now?"
Is this world okay now?
The middle-aged man was silent for a long time and said: "What Mr. Jin said back then was correct. The Holy Lord of Hou Jin was very ambitious. Now his wings are full and he has begun to show his claws. The Hou Jin envoy has now secretly arrived at the Cloud Tower and is in the process of
Discuss with the people from Black Ice Platform."
"Chaos is gradually emerging now, and we still don't know what the future situation will be like."
Mr. Jin sighed. He went to Daxue Mountain to visit the Holy Lord Hou Jin. This person's ambitions were very secretive and deeply hidden, but there were still some clues.
The two countries of Yan and Zhao have been feuding for a long time, and they regard each other as mortal enemies. They are constantly fighting with each other, and they are on the same level. This undoubtedly created extremely favorable conditions for the Holy Lord Hou Jin.
As long as we develop with peace of mind and wait until the troops of the Later Jin Dynasty are strong, we can go north and unite with the Zhao State to swallow up the Yan Dynasty. Once the luck of the ancestral land is obtained, great things can be accomplished.
Everything is going smoothly now, and it seems to be going according to the plan of Holy Lord Houjin.
"What about Zhao Guo and Dayan?" Mr. Jin continued to ask.
Yu Shenci continued: "With Qi Wushuang as the anchor of the sea, Black Ice Platform still controls the situation steadily, but many changes have occurred in Dayan. The Taiping Emperor seems to have failed to break through the shackles and is recovering from his injuries.
Yan, the Zhenyi Sect has not expressed much, but the Demon Sect is ready to make a move..."
When Mr. Jin heard this, his tone rose slightly: "The Taiping Emperor!?"
Yu Shenci nodded and said: "I don't know whether this is true or not, but now there are many factions in the Yanchaotang. Lu Guoyong said he was ill and refused to go to court. The second prince and the prince were fighting openly and secretly. There are undercurrents. It doesn't look like a lie."
A figure appeared in Old Jin's mind involuntarily.
The world is peaceful. How can the world be peaceful? Only unification can bring peace. The young man who dared to rebel in his twenties is now over sixty. His cultivation has reached the top of the world without knowing it, and he has made a breakthrough.
The shackles failed.
Yu Shenci bowed and continued: "There was also Xiao Qianqiu, the leader of the Zhenyi Sect who came down the mountain a few days ago. According to the information that had been obtained, it seemed that he was doing it for the Guigu Sect and the Daluo Sect. Then he met with the leader of the Guigu Sect.
Gate Tower Xiangzhen dueled in Yuan Lake, Lou Xiangzhen entered the sixth realm, and Xiao Qianqiu of the Zhenyi Sect was hit by his sword. Although he did not die, the situation was broken..."
When Mr. Jin heard this, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and he said softly: "That young man Xiao Qianqiu has infinite possibilities. I can see in him the demeanor of a Taoist ascetic cultivator. If the general trend is broken, it may not be a thing."
bad thing."
"This world is really lively."
Mr. Jin sighed with emotion, and then thought of something, "What happened to Lou Xiangzhen?"
Yu Shenci frowned and said: "After Lou Xiangzhen was rescued by the ghost swordsman, there was no news about him. Now, only the ghost swordsman in the world knows about him."
Old Jin asked: "Who is this ghost swordsman?"
He was a little unfamiliar with this name.
In seven years, has a very terrifying master appeared in this world?
Yu Shenci said: "He is a swordsman who has risen in the past year, and is a descendant of the Da Luo sect. Not long ago, he killed two great masters of the Zhenyi sect and a peak leader, and even defeated the Heavenly Sword Cui Daoxian. Although he relied on the sharpness of the Suppressing Evil Sword.
, but also a..."
"etc!"
Mr. Jin suddenly interrupted Yu Shenci's words and frowned, "What kind of sword do you think he is holding?"
Yu Shenci quickly replied: "Suppress evil sword."
Jin Lao's breath was stagnant and he said: "Is it the evil-suppressing sword that guards the seal?"
Yu Shenci nodded and said: "Yes, it is said that this ghost swordsman took one of the six clones of the Suppressing Evil Sword from Faxi Temple."
When Mr. Jin heard this, he seemed to be stunned.
Dazhou Yunlong appears, Dazhou really has royal blood, and the Suppressing Evil Sword can recognize its master...
Yu Shenci has followed the old man for more than 40 years, and has rarely seen him so absent-minded. He didn't say anything at the moment.
After a long time, Mr. Jin said: "It's time to go to Dayan."
...........
The battle at Yuanhu was aroused in the world.
Xiao Qianqiu returned to Zhenyi Mountain to recuperate in seclusion, and it was rumored that he had an epiphany, but Lou Xiang Zhen, the newly promoted best swordsman in the world, suddenly disappeared, as if he had evaporated from the world.
Some people say that Lou Xiangzhen is the leader of the Guigu Sect. Since ancient times, no member of the Guigu Sect has had a good end, so he must have consumed his essence and died. Some people have made their wishes come true and cannot live in seclusion at all.
Some people also say that Lou Xiangzhen is really recovering from his injuries now.
People all over the world were talking about it, and they were all speculating on each other, but no one could come up with strong evidence.
The only person in the world who knows the specific information about Lou Xiangzhen is the Ghost Swordsman.
The Ghost Swordsman is notoriously mysterious in the world. Not many people in the world have seen his true appearance, let alone know his whereabouts.
For a time, there were divergent opinions in the world.
Lingnan Road, above the Canglang River.
There are white clouds, the sky is blue, and the sun is just right at this time, shining on the water with sparkling light.
A huge passenger ship came from north to south. It was six feet long and divided into two floors. The upper floor was the cabin, which was specially provided for people to stay. The lower floor was a place for eating and having fun.
At this time, there were several people standing on the lower deck, including some merchants, scholars, and scattered people from the world.
The figure of a man and a woman among them is extremely eye-catching. The man is like a walking mountain of meat, with two thick and short legs and a round belly, more like a waddling duck. The thick clothes are visible to the eye.
It looked like it was about to burst, and its eyes were as big as mung beans.
The woman on the side is also like a water tank, wide and thin from top to bottom.
No matter how you look at it, they are a perfectly matched couple.
"Young Master Xiaohou and Fang Nuxia, you are truly a match made in heaven."
"You can tell from one look that Fang Nuxia has the appearance of a prosperous husband."
"The young Marquis is so wise and powerful that only Lady Fang is worthy of him."
"Yeah yeah."
........
Everyone around him smiled flatteringly.
These two people were none other than Qiu Lun and Fang Jinxiu.
It is extremely difficult for the two of them to hide their identities, and they attract attention wherever they go.
When Fang Jinxiu heard the congratulations from everyone around her, her face flushed, and she just held Qiu Lun's arm with one hand, looking a little overwhelmed.
Qiu Lun was also overjoyed and said proudly: "Everyone has a good drink and a good meal today. Since we are destined to be on the same boat, I, Qiu, will pay for all the expenses on the boat."
When everyone heard this, they smiled even more. Anyway, they just said a few words that were not painful or unpleasant.
At this moment, An Jing was standing far away on the deck, originally looking at the infinitely beautiful scenery on both sides of the strait, but then he heard the noisy sound and looked over.
When he saw Fang Jinxiu next to Qiu Lun, he was a little stunned.
"Perhaps beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
An Jing shook his head.
After he left Beihuang Road, he went all the way north. He had to go through this waterway to reach Bucheng.
Although the black dragon can control the air, it consumes the true energy in the inner elixir. After the building elephant was shaken away, An Jing did not dare to consume too much of the true energy in the black dragon. After traveling in the air for a while, he drove the black dragon into the water.
, and he took a merchant ship.
At this time, Qiu Lun and Fang Jinxiu walked over side by side, and An Jing turned around and continued watching the waves.
Fang Jinxiu said with some distress: "Mr. Qiu, what you just said was too generous. There are at least thirty to fifty people in this boat. They need a lot of money to drink and eat."
My sister Fang is really virtuous.
When Qiu Lun heard Fang Jinxiu's words, he immediately smiled and said: "Sister Fang, you don't have to think about this. We made a lot of money when Yuanhu opened the market this time. A few dozen taels of silver is nothing."
"Besides, if people give me face, I will give them gold no matter what."
gold......
When An Jing heard this, he couldn't help coughing twice, "Ahem..."
"who?"
Qiu Lun and Fang Jinxiu were both shocked when they realized that there was a man in black robe beside them.
"It's okay, you continue."
An Jing waved his hand and then walked away.
"etc."
Qiu Lun stopped An Jing, his eyes as big as mung beans wide open, "Brother, you don't recognize me? It's me!"
No one else knew the Ghost Swordsman, but Qiu Lun had seen him several times and was very familiar with his figure.
An Jing said calmly: "I'm not your eldest brother."
"Brother, have you forgotten the days when we shared hardships in Leichi? How can you be so heartless and unjust?"
When Qiu Lun heard An Jing's words, he pretended to wipe away tears.
An Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you afraid that Zhenyijiao will cause trouble for you?"
Now he is a scourge of the world nominated by the True One Sect. Those who befriend him in the world have undoubtedly offended the True One Sect.
Moreover, Zhenyi Sect is still the state religion and has a great reputation in the court.
"You are my eldest brother!" Qiu Lun glared and said hurriedly: "Our brotherly friendship is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
This guy is a great actor, he almost screwed me up, and now he's like a bullshit plaster, and it's definitely not going to do any good.
An Jing looked at Qiu Lun's affectionate performance and sneered secretly in his heart, then stretched out his hand and said, "Brother, I'm a little tight lately."
When Qiu Lun heard this, he quickly put his hand into An Jing's palm, "Brother, my hands were tight before, but later I stopped using them and they weren't tight anymore..."
As he waved, the fat on his face trembled.
An Jing quickly put away Qiu Lun's hand, "You are such a bitch."
With that said, he walked towards the cabin on the second floor.
Qiu Lun looked at An Jing's back and shouted quickly: "Brother, Jinxiu and I plan to get married in July this year. Don't forget to come. You can't help but take the money."
An Jing acted as if he didn't hear anything, the wind was blowing at his feet, and he returned directly to his room.
Fang Jinxiu on the side was a little puzzled and said: "Mr. Qiu, is this ghost swordsman really...?"
She had never heard Qiu Lun say that he had such a deep friendship with the Ghost Swordsman.
Qiu Lun took a deep breath and said with emotion: "Yes, he is my eldest brother, and Lou Xiangzhen is my grandfather. I don't have any special advantages, except that I adhere to filial piety and value friendship...
."
.........
On the river, cabin.
An Jing sat cross-legged on the bed, with the Suppressing Evil Sword in front of his knees.
He kept thinking about the battle that day in his mind, and he seemed to have different insights every time, but he knew that he was still far away from the threshold of the sixth realm, let alone reaching the sixth realm.
Time passed by, and it was late at night before I knew it.
"The sixth realm is really extremely difficult."
An Jing took a deep breath and looked at the blood on the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand.
At this moment, the blood on the sword became more and more active, as if it was about to rush out of the sword.
"This blood is a little weird..."
An Jing looked at the blood and felt that the blood seemed to have a hint of spirituality and was not a dead thing.
It always felt like the blood would suddenly rush out of the sword.
"Um!?"
Suddenly, a small voice came from An Jing's ear.
Since his cultivation reached the half-step master level, his ear power, hearing, and sense of energy have all been greatly improved.
"Whizzing!"
In the blink of an eye, An Jing's body disappeared into the cabin and came to the deck.
At this time, the river was deserted and silent, except for the passenger ship moving forward.
A figure in black appeared on the deck. His figure was agile and elegant, and he made almost no sound when his toes stepped on the deck.
And the figure is extremely fast, like a rushing wind.
"It smells so good, it should be this room."
The man landed at the door of Fang Jinxiu's room, and then took a gentle breath, as if he was immersed in it.
An Jing hid in the distance and saw this scene. Could it be that this person was Qiu Lun, but that shouldn't be the case. His figure was completely different, and he didn't have to sneak in sneakily.
While An Jing was thinking, the man had entered Fang Jinxiu's room unknowingly.
This strong posture and familiar techniques...
"Is it the flower picker?"
An Jing shook his head, "Generally, flower-picking thieves should be careful. How could they be so reckless?"
Not to mention how Fang Jinxiu looks, she is also a master with good cultivation, and ordinary flower picking thieves are no match for her.
"There are flower pickers!"
Sure enough, the sound of Fang Jinxiu's shouts was heard.
The next moment, the figure rushed out of Fang Jinxiu's room in a hurry, holding a red bellyband in his hand.
"Where to go!?"
Qiu Lun, who heard Fang Jinxiu's voice, rushed out furiously and punched the flower-picking thief.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The flower-picking thief was not as good as Qiu Lun in cultivation, but his body skills were extremely good. He could easily avoid the punch by moving around, and then flew away in the distance.
"Stop!"
When Qiu Lun saw this, his eyes the size of mung beans were bloodshot, and he quickly chased after him.
It must be said that the flower-picking thief's movement was so fast that people were amazed. He flew several feet in the blink of an eye, stepped on the deck, and planned to leave.
"Brother, stop this person quickly."
When Qiu Lun couldn't catch up, he saw An Jing standing aside.
Under the dim light, An Jing also saw the flower picker and frowned immediately.
This man turned out to be very handsome, his eyes were as clear as water, his face was fair, his long and thick eyelashes were slightly rolled up, covering a pair of bright and deep eyes, and his facial features seemed to be more delicate than those of women.
"What a handsome pretty boy!"
An Jing secretly thought, then stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's collar.
"I want to leave, who can stop me?"
The flower-picking thief shook his bellyband and was about to jump into the river and run away. At this moment, he suddenly felt a tightness on his back. A hand had grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
"you!"
The flower picker looked at An Jing behind him in shock.
quick!
It's so fast!
He was so fast that he didn't even react before the man in black robe caught him.
This person is at least a half-step master, or a master-level expert.
"You are so brave!"
At this moment, Qiu Lun strode over, grabbed the flower picker, and took away the bellyband in his hand.
At this time, Fang Jinxiu also walked over quickly and stared at the flower picker, "You actually want to eat my tofu!?"
"you......."
The moment the flower picker saw Fang Jinxiu, it was like a bolt from the blue.
He actually went to her room to steal the bellyband. No wonder the bellyband felt so huge, like a cloak...
"Brother, luckily you showed up in time."
Qiu Lun expressed his gratitude to An Jing, then looked at the flower picker, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and said fiercely: "I can't keep this kid! There can't be any pretty boy in the world who is fairer than me."
An Jing: “??”
Are you white?
Shouldn't it be me who said this?
"I...I was wrong."
The flower-picking thief said as if he were mourning for his heir, "Several experts, please let me go. If I had known it would be like this, if you had killed me, I wouldn't have stolen it..."
Speaking of this, he saw the killing intent in Qiu Lun's small eyes, then realized something and quickly closed his mouth.
Qiulun pulled out the long knife in his hand and put it against the flower picker's neck: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"
The flower picker collapsed to the ground and cried: "Leave me alive, I will work hard to repay you in the future."
Its voice is a bit sharp and sounds very harsh.
An Jing said calmly: "Then you deserve to die."
The flower picker was stunned, why should he die if he is a cow or a horse?
"Huh?"
Qiu Lun suddenly felt a little strange and asked in a solemn voice: "Your kid has a weird voice. Is it because you don't have a big bird?"
An Jing frowned when he heard this, and grabbed the flower picker's wrist with his palm, and found that the yang energy in his body was weak and the yin energy was strong.
He is clearly a man, but there is more yin energy in his body than yang energy.
"May I have your name?"
An Jing asked.
The flower-picking thief seemed to know that An Jing was the most powerful and the most effective in speaking, so he replied honestly: "My... my name is Zhuo Yuchang."
When Qiu Lun heard this, he suddenly realized: "You are Zhuo Yuchang, the famous master in the world."
The sage Zhuo Yuchang is a famous flower-picking thief in the world.
"It's down there."
Zhuo Yuchang said with a sad face.
Qiu Lun looked at the pretty face in front of him, "You are useless, why are you still a flower picker?"
"What's wrong with no birds?"
When Zhuo Yuchang heard this, his eyes widened and he retorted: "Although I am useless, why should I yearn for these thousands of flowers?"
Perhaps due to some emotional fluctuations, Zhuo Yuchang couldn't control his voice again and broke his voice.
Qiu Lun scratched the back of his head, "But you are useless, how do you pick flowers?"
Zhuo Yuchang was very unhappy with Qiu Lun's words, and immediately said: "If you don't open your mouth or shut up, it's useless. Some people are useless if they have birds, isn't it the same?"
Although he is useless, he yearns for it very much.
An Jing smiled faintly, "The so-called master of flower picking does not use birds."
"Brother, I understand."
Qiu Lun suddenly realized it, and then looked at An Jing with admiration, "If it hadn't been for my elder brother's reminder, how could a stupid person like me know the deeper meaning."
An Jing looked at Qiu Lun like this and sneered secretly. The fat man probably knew it well, but he still had to pretend to be pure and curious.
At that moment, An Jing patted Qiu Lun's shoulder and said seriously: "If you are too fat, your sun will shrink and you will turn into a little bird."
Qiu Lun couldn't help but trembled, and then laughed twice, but in his heart he shouted weakly: My bird is very big...
An Jing looked at Zhuo Yuchang who was lying on the ground and said calmly: "Who were you castrated by? What is your identity?"
"I....."
Zhuo Yuchang's face was uncertain. If he was captured alive today, he might be in trouble.
Qiu Lun glared at Zhuo Yuchang and said, "You dare to tell lies to my elder brother, I will kill you now."
An Jing patted Qiu Lun's shoulder and said, "Little bird, don't scare him."
Qiu Lun: "..."
Zhuo Yuchang sighed and said, "When I was eight years old, my godfather gave me a cleansing."
Qiu Lun suddenly realized: "So you are a eunuch!"
"I left the palace, and now I am no longer." Zhuo Yuchang jumped anxiously: "I am a man without a bird, I am not a eunuch."
"Then you escaped from the palace privately?" An Jing asked again.
"Of course he didn't escape." Zhuo Yuchang shook his head, "The Yan Palace is strictly controlled. Which little eunuch can escape from the palace?"
An Dingding nodded, the palace is not Yuzhou City, anyone can enter if they want, and leave if they want.
"Little Bird, I'll leave him to you. I'll go back and rest."
After An Jing finished speaking, he turned around and walked into his room.
Qiu Lun looked at An Jing's back and couldn't help shouting: "Brother, can you please stop calling me Xiaoniao, it doesn't sound good."
"Got it, little bird."
An Jing waved his hand and then stepped onto his room on the second floor.
Qiu Lun's face turned dark and he looked at Zhuo Yuchang, furious: "You dare to steal even my sister's bellyband when you have no use for it?"
"I had known this before, I regretted it."
Zhuo Yuchang looked at Fang Jinxiu next to him, tears almost flowing down his face.
Qiu Lun smiled coldly, "You kid, just let me send you to the prison and eat prison food."
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The next day, the sky was clear and the air was clear.
Lingnan Road, Bucheng.
The largest city on Lingnan Road is Bucheng, with developed trade and dense population. People come and go on the streets, making it very lively.
Today, Sixiangmen, one of the seven major sects of Dayan, was built next to Bucheng, so Bucheng also has an extraordinary status in the world.
In the middle of last night, after the inner energy of the black dragon's inner elixir had recovered, An Jing quietly left the passenger ship. Anyway, Qiu Xiaoniao had to pay for all the expenses.
The black dragon flew through the air at an extremely fast speed, and it took seven or eight hours to reach the city of Fortune.
At this time, the black dragon was lying quietly in a pool in the mountain, while An Jing walked into Bucheng alone.
"This old man, don't you know how to leave the Liao family?"
An Jing stood in the market and stopped an old man carrying a load with a smile.
"Liao family?"
The old man glanced at An Jing, pointed ahead and said, "Cross the street in front and turn left into Yulin Street. You can see a large and impressive house, which is the Liao family."
"Okay, thank you very much."
An Jing smiled and nodded when he heard this.
Following what the old man pointed out, he soon arrived in front of a house.
The vermilion gate is grand and majestic, surrounded by cornices and flowing tiles, and the high-walled courtyard looks solemn and solemn.
This house is very big and very grand.
It should be the Liao family.
An Jing stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Dong dong!" "Dong dong!"
Not long after, the door opened and the concierge stuck his head out, looked at An Jing and said, "Who are you looking for? Do you have a greeting card?"
"This is my post."
An Jing took out the post that Zhao Chongyin gave him from his arms.
When the Liao family concierge saw the word "Zhao" on the post, he immediately trembled and said, "My lord, please wait a moment. I will go and report it now."
An Ding nodded and said nothing.
Soon the middle-aged woman who had given An Jing the invitation that day appeared.
"Please come inside." Aunt Bai smiled when she saw An Jing and stretched out her hand in a gesture of invitation.
"good."
An Ding nodded and then strode towards the Liao family's residence.
"My master said that you will definitely keep your appointment. It seems that he was right." Aunt Bai said with a smile.
"Yeah?"
An Jing was noncommittal and didn't say much.
Aunt Bai remained silent, then walked in front, along the cobblestone path that was divided into flowers and willows. She saw pavilions and pavilions all around, a lake with clear watermarks shining in front of her eyes, and swan geese flying across the clear blue water in front of her eyes.
, willows are hanging along the bank, and the willow silk hanging down in the clear water reflects the clear and beautiful shadows.
There is a pavilion in the lake, with green tiles and flying rafts, a rockery not far away with strange rocks, and a long corridor covered with a red carpet of rich and noble flowers that runs through the entire pavilion. The pavilion is almost covered with carved lattice windows, which is elegant and exquisite.
At this time, in the pavilion, a man in his thirties was sitting upright. In front of him was a plate of black and white chess pieces, like a picture of mountains and rivers.
The man's appearance cannot be said to be handsome, but can only be described as delicate. There is a bookish air in his movements, but if you look closely, you will feel that his back is as heavy as a mountain.
"Little Master, people have arrived."
Aunt Bai said to the man.
This person is none other than the current prince, Zhao Chongyin.
Zhao Chongyin stood up quickly and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is well-known, but today is the first time we meet him formally. It is a great honor."
Like a spring breeze, polite and courteous.
This was the first impression the current prince had on An Jing.
An Jing smiled, cupped his hands and said, "The common people pay homage to the Crown Prince. It is the common people's honor to be able to meet His Royal Highness."
"No need to be so polite."
Zhao Chongyin pointed to the seat opposite and said, "Sit down."
An Ding nodded and sat down opposite.
Zhao Chongyin said with a smile: "You are also a disciple of Xuanmen, so you should have a good understanding of this chess game. I am worried that I have no opponent, how about you play with me?"
An Jing looked at the black and white chess pieces in front of him, shook his head and said, "The prince will be disappointed. I am a bad chess player and have never beaten my wife."
When he was in Jishitang, he almost never defeated Zhao Qingmei.
When Zhao Chongyin heard this, he laughed and said: "Although I have studied with national players since I was a child and have been studying for more than 30 years, I have never studied it in depth. It can only be regarded as a hobby."
"Snapped!"
With that said, Zhao Chongyin held the white chess piece in his hand and dropped it.
When An Jing heard this, he picked up a sunspot and said calmly: "Since His Highness the Crown Prince wants to play chess, then ordinary people should accompany him."
The two began to play chess, black and white intertwined, and dozens of moves were made in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Zhao Chongyin looked at the chessboard in front of him and said, "I guess your visit today is mainly for the fragments of "Da Luo Xin Dharma" in the post."
An Jing dropped a sunspot and said, "Yes."
If it weren't for this "Da Luo Heart Method", he might not come to see the current prince. After all, he still has to find his wife first, which is the most important thing at the moment.
Today, more people are passing by.
Zhao Chongyin shook his head, "Actually, I don't own this fragment of "Da Luo Xin Dharma"."
An Jing fell silent and said nothing, as if he was fully immersed in the game, and as if he was waiting for Zhao Chongyin's next words.
Zhao Chongyin continued: "But I know where this fragment of "Da Luo Xin Dharma" is."
"where?"
An Jing glanced at Zhao Chongyin and said.
"In the hands of the leader of the Demon Cult."
Zhao Chongyin smiled and raised his head to look at An Jing.