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563. The dark tide is turbulent, the hidden wind and waves

The dinner party to welcome Lin Feng's master and apprentice was not grand and grand, with not many participants, but they were all core figures of the Qin Dynasty, showing the sincerity of Qin Emperor Shi Yu.

A simple banquet can be regarded as a feast for both the guest and the host.

After the banquet, Master Lin Feng and his disciples left, Wu Qingrou and other ministers also retired, leaving Shi Yu alone, who returned to the palace to recuperate.

The furnishings of Shi Yu's palace were very simple. His heavy clothes were transformed into ordinary clothes. He climbed up a small building and felt as if he was in the void, looking at the starry sky that seemed to be very close at hand, silent.

"Your Majesty, how was your discussion with the Master of Xuanmen?"

A voice sounded behind Qin Emperor Shi Yu, with a soft and pleasant tone.

The owner of the voice was a girl who looked to be only 28 years old. She was dressed in luxurious palace clothes and exuded a royal atmosphere.

She walked lightly, stepped on the void and came to Shi Yu's side. Her wide sleeves flowed, and her temperament was otherworldly.

The whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of clear light, making it difficult to see her true appearance. It was not until she came to Shi Yu's side that the clear light faded away, revealing an incomparably beautiful face, with longing beautiful eyes and a smile on her cheeks, which was indescribably moving.

She stood next to Shi Yu, as if the soft green water surrounded the majestic green mountains.

Shi Yu did not turn around, but still looked at the starry sky: "Are you here, Nuannuan?"

The woman named Nuan Fei chuckled and said, "You have seen both the big stone and the small stone. Who do you think is better?"

Shi Yu said calmly: "The big rocks before losing to Wang Lin were not as good as the small rocks, but it's hard to say now."

"Oh?" Concubine Nuan raised her eyebrows lightly: "With the reputation of being undefeated and the title of God with Double Eyes, his momentum is as powerful as that of a big stone at the height of the sun. It is not as powerful as a small stone. Now he has been defeated by another disciple of the Master of Xuanmen.

Will it make it even better?"

Shi Yu said: "It depends on what Taixu Guan has done these days."

His eyes moved slightly: "The vast land of China. The number one holy land of monasticism in the human race. After all, it is well-deserved. If there is no external pressure from the demon clan, Taixu Guan as a whole changes to the radical route. They have the ability to unify the human monastic world.

."

Concubine Nuan smiled and said slowly: "I feel that the general trend of the world is gradually showing signs of change. Your Majesty, your opportunity may come."

Shi Yu said nothing. But he finally turned around and walked downstairs. Concubine Nuan followed him downstairs with a smile.

At the same time, Lin Feng stood outside the imperial city, quietly looking up at the starry sky above his head. Shi Tianhao stood beside him, his face unusually calm.

After a while, Shi Tianhao said softly: "Master, this disciple is going to the Shi family's mansion in Xiling City."

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Whatever you want to do, just do it."

After saying that, his figure gradually disappeared from the spot.

Shi Tianhao bowed to where Lin Feng was, and then walked in the other direction. That was the Shi family's base in Xiling City.

He was always impatient, but now he looked relaxed and his steps were neither hasty nor slow.

Just as they were walking, there was a faint sound of the great avenues of heaven and earth turning into chants, rising and falling along with Shi Tianhao's footsteps.

As he walked, Shi Tianhao had a smile on his face and looked towards the street. He saw a young man in purple clothes with a white robe outside looking at him with a smile.

The young man is none other than his second senior brother, Zhu Yi.

The two junior brothers looked at each other and smiled, without saying anything. Zhu Yi tapped his hands gently, as if playing an ancient piece of music.

Ancient music echoed Shi Tianhao's footsteps, making his momentum even more amazing.

Shi Tianhao nodded slightly, looked back, and continued walking towards the Shi family mansion.

In all the houses of the Tianchi Sect in the distance, Cao Wei's eyes seemed to cross the void, staring at Shi Tianhao quietly. His eyes moved, but he finally took them back and said quietly: "Qingyuan."

A young man quickly came to him, bowed and saluted: "Master." It was Cao Wei's favorite disciple, Song Qingyuan.

Cao Wei said: "You can go now."

Song Qingyuan respectfully replied: "Disciple, I obey." After saluting Cao Wei again and saying goodbye, Song Qingyuan left the house and walked in Xiling City. With his fellow disciples guiding him, he quickly found his goal.

It was a middle-aged man who looked calm and capable, with a weathered look on his face. He was dressed in purple and walking on the streets of Xiling City. There was a faint sense of alienation in his eyes, as if he was from another world.

He once lived in this city. Although it was not long and he was traveling most of the time, walking along the long street at this moment still gave him a faint feeling of things being different and people being different.

The middle-aged man was naturally Dao Zhiqiang. He lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, then suddenly stopped in his steps.

Looking at the handsome young man in white with a gentle smile in front of him, Dao Zhiqiang smiled bitterly and cupped his hands: "Song Zhenren, you are well."

Song Qingyuan, who was dressed in white and had an impeccable appearance, also cupped his hand and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since the knife took care of things. The ancients often said that things are unpredictable. Looking at you, I feel this way."

Dao Zhiqiang sighed. Song Qingyuan knew his details clearly, so he no longer spoke in a secretive manner: "Master Song, please speak up if you have something to do. I can do it, and I will be happy to make it easier. If you really can't, please help me."

Master Song, don't be embarrassed, I am just an errand boy in Xuanmen Tianzong."

Song Qingyuan looked at Dao Zhiqiang and smiled calmly, but the news he said made Dao Zhiqiang feel like he was struck by lightning.

"My master, Taoist Master Binghuo, personally used the secret method to repair the trauma caused by Yu Ting's soul being shattered before. As a result, her damaged memory has been restored to 70%. As time goes by, all memories will eventually be restored."

Song Qingyuan smiled: "But because of the secret technique, Yu Ting is a little depressed now, so she is still recuperating in Tianchi. When she recovers, I believe she will come to you as soon as possible. The sect will not set any rules for this.

Obstacle."

Dao Zhiqiang was a little lost at first, but he soon came to his senses, looked at Song Qingyuan, and felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

"Thank you Taoist Binghuo for your mercy." Dao Zhiqiang said in a difficult voice.

Song Qingyuan walked forward, passed by Dao Zhiqiang, and said with a faint smile: "No need to worry, I'm just asking you to do a small favor. I don't need you to do anything, as long as you tell me something."

"It's not time yet. I just want to say hello to you today and catch up on old times. When the time comes, I will naturally come to see you again."

Song Qingyuan passed by Dao Zhiqiang, and his figure quickly disappeared without a trace, leaving only Dao Zhiqiang standing there numbly.

After a long time, Dao Zhiqiang gritted his teeth and headed forward, all the way back to the residence arranged by the Great Qin Dynasty for the Xuanmen Tianzong. After entering the place where he lived, and confirming that the people from the Tianchi Sect would no longer pay attention to him, Dao Zhiqiang crushed it.

Got a sound crystal.

"Sect Master, I have something to report to you..."

After listening to Dao Zhiqiang's report, Lin Feng didn't give him any extra instructions. He only said one sentence: "You and your daughter will be reunited."

There were no other words, but Dao Zhiqiang suddenly felt that his heart was completely settled: "Please rest assured, Master, this junior will adapt to the situation and deal with Song Qingyuan."

"You should take your time and play with him." Lin Feng said obediently.

Dao Zhiqiang understood what he meant, and nodded immediately: "Junior understands."

After Lin Feng ended the call with him, his attention turned back to himself. He looked at the scene in front of him with a faint smile on his lips: "Interesting."

Right in front of him, a pair of little sisters stood on the edge of a small lake in the city, and in front of them were several adults.

There are two little girls, one is wearing red, it is Luo Qingwu, the other is wearing green, it is Jun Zining.

The two of them were just playing together in Xiling City. Not long ago, they came to the vicinity of this small lake together. At that time, they saw only people surrounding the lake.

In the center of the crowd, there was a vague confrontation between two parties.

On one side were three young monks, all of whom were in the Golden Core stage. They were dressed in black and looked cold.

After Jun Zining and Luo Qingwu observed it carefully, their faces looked a little strange.

They grew up in the ancient world of Yuantian and rarely come to the vast land of China, so most of the forces in the human monastic world in the world are not aware of them. However, they can roughly recognize the origins of these three young monks.

The eyes of the two little sisters fell on a red pattern on the sleeves of the black robes of the three young men.

That is a sign belonging to the hell realm of the Samsara Sect. The Yang family, one of the seven major families in the Yuantian ancient world, has always been at odds with the Luo family and has been in constant conflict. The force standing behind the Yang family is the hell realm of the Samsara sect.

When the fight between the two sides reaches a fever pitch, the Hell Realm sometimes intervenes, and both Luo Qingwu and Jun Zining are very familiar with their costumes.

Opposite these three Hell Path monks, confronting them were two young monks in white clothes, one male and one female.

The young man was extraordinarily handsome, and the young girl was even more beautiful and refined, making people dazzled when they saw her.

But what is more eye-catching is the white cloud tattooed on the hem of their clothes.

This symbol, not to mention the vast land of China, even Luo Qingwu and Jun Zining, who were born in the ancient world of Yuantian, clearly recognized it. It was the sect logo of Taixu Temple, the most sacred place among humans in the world of Tianyuan.

"Please give me advice from three fellow Taoists." The girl in white had a weak voice, and her body looked frail, like an easily frightened rabbit.

Such behavior will inevitably make the onlookers mutter: "Is this the successor of Taixu Guan?"

The three Hell Realm disciples on the opposite side looked calm, and the one on the right said first: "Please advise."

As he spoke, he clasped his palms together, and the lake next to him suddenly lit up with waves, and a huge magic circle appeared, covering the entire lake surface.

As the light flashed, the magic circle seemed to communicate with another world, where floods were surging and all living beings were wiped out, just like hell.

This is an illusion created by the disciples of the Hell Realm using their own formations and magical powers. Although it is not a real flood hell, if the opponent falls into it, he will be swallowed up by the torrential floods and suffer disaster. (To be continued.

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