Ye Wu looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus and saw that it seemed to be an illusion weapon.
He thought for a while, turned to look at Tingting, handed the sweet-scented osmanthus to her, "Here you go."
Tingting quickly waved her hand and said: "This is too valuable, and I don't dare to ask for it."
"This is of no use to me. I have many such magical weapons in my hand." Ye Wu muttered.
Ci Qiancheng was silent for a moment.
Tingting glanced at Ci Qiancheng carefully again, and seeing that he seemed to acquiesce, she took the sweet-scented osmanthus seriously.
"Thank you, sir."
The Hall of Mirrors Master rolled his eyes, this guy is really irritating.
"Then let's go on..." Ye Wu looked at the two of them.
"Let's go." Ci Qiancheng said.
He took the lead and flew up.
The Master of Hall of Mirrors grabbed Ye Wu and took him flying into the air.
Both Ye Lin and Tingting can wield swords, and Wang Defu lies on Ye Lin's sword.
Looking down from mid-air, Ye Wu could see the valley below more clearly, which was completely different from what they saw when they came.
Yan Kuang's son may have just set a random fire.
But the flames spread and eventually burned all the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the valley.
So now that I can see them, they are all covered in wounds.
Ye Wu looked at Ci Qiancheng. He felt uncomfortable even if he looked at it as an outsider. After all, this place used to be a paradise-like place, so he didn't know whether Ci Qiancheng felt even more uncomfortable.
Ci Qiancheng had a bunch of flames in his hand and threw it downwards.
Ye Wu was stunned.
The flames instantly enveloped the entire valley, and the blazing temperature and distorted space made the hearts of everyone present feel heavy.
"Why……"
Ye Wu wanted to speak, but was pulled back by the Hall of Mirrors Master.
He stopped immediately to avoid saying something he shouldn't have said too quickly.
Ci Qiancheng took out the wine gourd and put it in his mouth. After pouring it twice, he realized that there was no wine in it.
He looked at the gourd in his hand in silence.
After a long while, he laughed miserably and looked at Guihuawu below, with red fireworks reflected in his eyes.
"From now on, there will be no more osmanthus wine in the world..."
This place where he has lived for hundreds of years will no longer exist.
Ye Wu looked at him and suddenly touched himself.
He took out a jug of wine. This jug of wine was fruit wine brewed by his fourth sister, but his sister said it was fine for him not to drink it.
But now...he thought about it, he drank his uncle's osmanthus wine, so he should return it to him.
Ye Wu then handed the pot of wine to Ci Qiancheng.
"Uncle, this wine was brewed by my fourth sister. Here it is for you. Can you try it?"
Ci Qiancheng took the wine bottle and drank it in one gulp.
Then he froze,
He felt that his cultivation, which had not been stable for a hundred years, had become loose.
Ci Qiancheng gave him a complicated look. No wonder this boy just looked down on his sweet-scented osmanthus. The value of this bottle of wine is unknown.
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Nanzhao Tiandu.
City Lord's Mansion.
Yan Kuang looked at the young man in front of him with a smile on his face.
"The Holy Son's visit this time is beyond my expectation. I am really ashamed that I did not prepare for the banquet in advance." Yan Kuang smiled broadly.
Miao Haocang leaned lazily on the chair, his eyes half-downcast, looking a little frivolous.
"There's no need to hold a banquet or anything like that. I came here to ask you for something, but I just don't know if the city lord is willing to cooperate..."
Hearing this, Yan Kuang smiled and said, "I'm afraid I, a little city lord, don't have the ability to allow the Holy Son to come here in person!"
Miao Haocang was playing with a gilt cup in his hand and looked at him with a half-smile.
"Don't worry, I won't let you suffer."
Miao Haocang took out several portraits and pushed them in front of Yan Kuang.
"There are several people here, I want them to die."
Yan Kuang's eyes swept across the portrait and paused for a moment on the little girl in red.
He raised his eyes, looked at Miao Haocang, and said with a smile: "The Holy Son is a bit pushy. This Hua Yuejing is my junior sister after all, and she asked me to kill her... Although I don't have a good relationship with her,
But after all, they come from the same school..."
"A Dove Moon Core." Miao Haocang interrupted him directly. How could he not see that Yan Kuang was basically negotiating the price.
What kind of friendship is there? What kind of friendship does Yan Kuang value?
The core of the dove moon comes from the extremely cold land of snowy areas. It is an extremely rare spiritual plant. It only blooms once every thousand years. After taking it, it can improve the talent. He also spent a lot of effort to get it.
Yan Kuang's smile remained unchanged.
"Junior sister and I grew up together. Before we parted ways in the early years, we still had a good relationship. It's just a pity that we didn't get along with each other later, and we had no choice but to gradually become alienated..."
"City Lord, why do you have to say this? Why don't you tell me what you want?"
Miao Haocang interrupted him.
"I just want peace in Nanzhao. After all, I am also an official of the imperial court. I just want my place to be safe and peaceful!"
Yan Kuang is not willing to participate in the affairs of their demon sect at all.
Although he has cooperated with the Demon Sect in recent years, it is only for profit. He has no time to spare for such a thing that is not simple at first glance.
Seeing this, Miao Haocang smiled unhurriedly and pointed to the other portrait above.
"Do you know this person?"
Yan Kuang took a look, and saw that he was a handsome-looking man in his early thirties, with his hair tied up casually and a little messy. He was dressed in black linen clothes and had a wine gourd hanging from his waist.
"Is this person from Qiancheng?" Yan Kuang recognized this person's identity.
"Yes, this is the purpose of my cooperation with you!"
There seemed to be a hidden meaning in Miao Haocang's smile, which made Yan Kuang frown slightly.
"As far as I know, this person will definitely end up with the Master of Hall of Mirrors. I want him to die."
Yan Kuang heard this and said: "Ci Qiancheng has been famous for a long time and has super strength. It is said that his illusion skills have reached the level of perfection, not to mention that his sword skills and illusion skills are complementary to each other and are difficult to deal with. The Holy Son should be careful.
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He was right, he was as famous as his master.
So he won't agree even more.
"Well, I hired someone to deal with Ci Qiancheng, but after all, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and the mirror hall master is also very strong, so I am not looking for you..."
Miao Haocang said with a distressed expression.
Yan Kuang glanced at the young man in front of him with a half-smile, but said nothing.
"The Holy Son is a very human being. You can accomplish what you want to do without my help."
He said with a smile on his face, but his expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hand to cover his chest.
There was a stabbing pain in his heart.
That sting made him realize one thing very clearly.
His son is gone.
Yan Kuang's face darkened, and a violent storm seemed to freeze around him.
And a ball of light flew from outside, projecting a picture inside the house.
A man in black, holding a wine gourd in his hand, killed his son with a sword.
Yan Kuang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his body was trembling, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and he gradually became ferocious.
Miao Haocang smiled slightly, and then looked at Yan Kuang sadly.
"This is your son? What a pity..."
Yan Kuang opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Miao Haocang.
His eyes were red, with murderous intent surging in them.
"I will quit a thousand cities to pay for my son's life!" he said through gritted teeth.
No matter who dares to kill his son, he will cut his body into pieces and scatter his bones into ashes!
"That's just right. We each get what we need. I want the Master of Hall of Mirrors to die, and you want to die in Qiancheng City."
"So... I wonder if the city lord should seriously consider cooperating with me?"
Yan Kuang stared at Miao Haocang with fierce eyes. He knew that Miao Haocang might have known about this, but he still nodded in agreement.