The sky over the imperial capital has never been so densely covered with dark clouds.

It was foggy, but it kept raining, but this did not affect the daily life of the people. These few nights were much more lively than usual. The festivities brought by the Huanqiu Festival lasted for a long time. There are also a lot of customers who come to Zhaoyue. They spend a lot of money and are not stingy. They all say that Zhaoyue has many wealthy families, which is well-deserved.

Under the cover of singing and dancing at night, the black air diffused and flowed quietly in the clouds, blending into it without being noticed by anyone.

Tick, tick.

Black air emerged from the well, and gradually changed from a flowing state to a human shape, with water still dripping from his body.

Water drops fell on the bluestone board, a little smoke came out, and there was no trace.

The room in front of the well is the backyard of the largest band in the city.

The sound of the pipa is noisy, but what is assigned is not a sentimental and sad song, but a joyful and graceful, full of flowers.

The scantily clad dancers danced to the tune, dancing Hu Xuan of the Western Regions, and the bracelets and anklets sang along with Cong Long, adding to the beauty and cuteness of the body.

The guests exchanged glasses, and the aroma of wine and meat was steaming in the room. The waiter who came in to serve the food smelled it and almost got drunk.

The gauze satin slid down from Guangjie's shoulders, attracting another burst of commotion from the crowd.

In such an atmosphere, black air escapes through the gaps in the windows, walks under the felt pads, and follows the breath to find the person it thinks is the most suitable for sojourning.

Half-naked dancers, musicians playing the pipa, drunk-eyed drinkers, and envious food delivery guys.

The little half of Luodu, who is full of luxury and money, is almost all in it.

Everyone seemed to be very valuable, and Hei Qi hesitated a little.

Yun Weisi sat cross-legged for meditation.

His eyes were closed tightly, and a faint white light appeared around him.

This is the house the few of them bought in Luodu, which is convenient for a temporary stay, and it is much more flexible than staying in an inn.

Chang Ming went to the Song Mansion and has not returned yet. Xu Jingxian and Fang Suihan don't know what to do, they each have something to do.

It is close to Dongfang, and it is also a residential area. It is quiet in the middle of the noise, and you can still hear the sound of pipa from afar at night.

This was a melodious sound that he had never heard in Jiuchongyuan. A long time ago, he was in such a prosperous world, well-clothed and well-fed, carefree, but it seemed like a lifetime away.

Recently, he often dreams about things from the past, among which Chang Ming has the most.

The other party in the dream is often cold and strict, demanding almost perfect and harsh on him, but Yun Weisi's mentality in the dream also changes with time, from being full of hatred at the beginning to being exhausted by training and falling asleep every day, There is no time to think about revenge, to worship the strong, and to seek the way wholeheartedly.

The past is past, bit by bit, gradually emerging in the dream.

He practiced the ruthless way, but the more he practiced, the more he went back, and he failed to cut off that little bond in time. As a result, the grass was still there, the wild fire could not be exhausted, and the spring breeze blew again.

Yun Weisi suddenly opened his eyes!

Without any hesitation, he flew out of the door and window in a flash, floated to the roof, and followed the tiles to another house.

In the night, the carnival of the world did not hinder his pace at all.

Yun Weisi's figure was so fast that ordinary people could only see a white figure when they looked up, thinking they were dazzled.

Only he himself knows that the things in front are faster than him!

It is a magic energy.

Light and dustless, it passed by the window, but was captured by him instantly.

His sense of smell of magic is more sensitive than anyone else.

It only takes a moment to go from inside the city to outside the city.

Seeing that the demon energy was about to escape, he flew his sword out of its sheath, pierced through it, and firmly nailed it to the tree trunk in front of him.

Smoke suddenly came out of the tree trunk, and it was instantly reduced to ashes, and even the devilish energy dissipated invisible.

Yun Weisi moved his wrist slightly, and the Chun Chao sword immediately returned to his hand. Without stopping, he pinched the sword formula in his hand and divided it into eight sword lights, which shot out in eight directions around his body at the same time.

The sword is as bright as electricity, as bright as neon.

One of the sword lights suddenly stopped halfway, and then exploded, revealing a chuckling figure.

"God has the virtue of good life, Daoist Yun is so indiscriminate, but it hurts my kindness!"

The man wore a blue robe with wide sleeves, giving him a somewhat elegant demeanor.

If one ignores his whereabouts mixed with the devilish energy just now, he is almost dressed like those scribes who can be seen everywhere in the Imperial Capital Cultural Center.

Yun Weisi: "Is it you?"

The man raised his eyebrows: "Do you remember me?"

Yun Weisi: "I've seen you before."

The face is familiar, and there is a vague impression that they should have met a long time ago, but in Yun Weisi's memory, the information about this person is very vague, indicating that the previous intersection was just a chance meeting, and there is not much relationship.

The other party smiled, shook the fan, and brought a gust of fragrant wind.

"It has always been that only people with a cultivation level of a master or above can get into your eyes. At that time, I was just a nobody, how could I bother Daoist Yun to think about it?"

As soon as he spoke, it aroused more memories of Yun Weisi.

Yun Weisi: "It's you, the little Taoist boy who followed Jiang Li back then."

The other party was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect Yun Weisi to really remember.

"That's right, it's me. I think Daoist Yun doesn't know my name yet. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Xiao and my name is Zangfeng."

This name finally caused Yun Weisi's eyes to change.

"The death of Liu Xiaoyu from Qixianmen was related to you?"

Xiao Zangfeng said with a smile: "I can't say anything about it, I just put in an introduction, and I wasn't the one who killed him. Just like today, I didn't bring Daoist Yun here to fight with you, on the contrary. I have admired Dao Zun Yun for a long time, if it weren't for the limitation of our position, you and I might be able to become friends who cherish each other and discuss the Dao."

Yun Weisi remained silent, Chun Chaojian flew towards the opponent in an instant, but when it reached half an inch in front of Xiao Zangfeng, it was blocked by an invisible object and bounced back vigorously.

Looking at the feet again, a circle of red lines glowed faintly, just surrounding Yun Weisi.

"Jiang Li asked you to trap me? Do you think you can do it?" Yun Weisi said indifferently, not a rhetorical question, but a contemptuous denial.

Xiao Zangfeng sighed: "I am not as good as a Grandmaster. Compared with you, I am far from enough. The Master trapped you in the Jiuchongyuan. I originally wanted you to practice quietly and protect the Liuhe Candle Sky Formation. The appearance of Jiufang Changming almost ruined the important affairs of the master. Yun Daozun, I have no intention of being your enemy, but you, the ruthless way is about to achieve great success, just because of Jiufang Changming, you will be in chaos and all previous efforts will be wasted, is it worth it?"

"What is your purpose? Jiang Li, as the sect master of the Wanjian Immortal Sect, is the supreme being in the world. What else does he want? Longevity? Become an immortal? Colluding with demons, if he can't get what he wants, he will be considered a demon." , and cannot live forever.”

Yun Weisi's eyes were burning, as if he wanted to force an answer.

In fact, this is also the confusion that he and Jiufang Changming had discussed but failed to reach a conclusion.

If it is said that Situ Wanhe would follow Jiang Li to do these things in order to revive his relatives, then why would the Vientiane Palace, the place that claims to know everything about astronomy and geography, be bewitched by Jiang Li?

Yun Weisi and Jiang Li don't have much acquaintance, so it's impossible to talk about it. Chang Ming and Jiang Li have worked together a few times, and they speak highly of Jiang Li. What is Jiang Li's ultimate goal?

"Among the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, there have been people who have ascended to the Tao." Yun Weisi said.

Xiao Zangfeng nodded: "You are talking about my master's master, Master Master Luomei."

At that time, the Wanjian Immortal Sect was at best a sect that was more than second-rate and inferior to the first-rate, and it was the birth of a real person named Luomei who rose in the daytime and caused a sensation in the world, and became a top sect just now.

It is said that before his ascension, Master Luomei left a lot of training notes and panacea for his disciples. After him, the Wanjian Immortal Sect came out in large numbers, and Jiang Li was expected to lead the Wanjian Immortal Sect to a higher level. There are not many people in the world who dare to call him directly, and everyone often calls him Jiang Zhenren.

Yun Weisi said: "Cultivators, the pursuit of life is nothing more than reaching the Tao and ascending to immortality."

The implication is, since there is already a real person named Luomei, why does Jiang Li find another way?

Xiao Zangfeng smiled slightly, but there was some bitterness in this smile.

"Master's actions are naturally justified. He doesn't expect people in the world to understand. However, he said that if Daoist Yun knew the truth, he might be able to understand a thing or two. It's a pity that it seems that you have given up halfway, and all your previous efforts have been wasted. , it won’t work either.”

Yun Weisi responded to Xiao Zangfeng's pretense and refusal to be honest, and stopped talking nonsense with the other party, and directly used his strength to break through the difficulties and formed a formation.

For some purpose, Xiao Zangfeng obviously wanted to hold him back, which may be related to what is happening in Luodu City.

The other party even pulled Chang Ming out intentionally or unintentionally, in order to confuse Yun Weisi's mind and make him make mistakes in distraction.

Yun Weisi squinted his eyes slightly, and Chun Chao's sword moved at will, hovering beside him and trembling lightly, as if sensing his master's fighting intent.

He had no other distractions, and all his attention was on Xiao Zangfeng in front of him.

…

The imperial city, Yongyu Palace.

Inside the sleeping hall, Chang Mingyu shocked everyone.

In view of the strength he had shown to Xie Chunxi before, no one immediately jumped out to accuse him of bewitching the crowd, but after everyone was shocked, their expressions were a little strange.

Ku He took the lead and said: "Fellow Taoist has a profound cultivation base. The poor monk has eyes but does not know Mount Tai, so he has committed crimes. However, we are entrusted to protect the emperor, so naturally we cannot ignore it. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist, if you dare to ask your name name?"

Chang Ming put his hands behind his back and said indifferently: "What's my name, which sect I come from, does it have anything to do with what I said?"

Ku He Jishou: "Naturally it doesn't matter, the poor Taoist just admires the demeanor of the fellow Taoist, and what the fellow Taoist said is not trivial, I don't know what the basis is, can you talk about it conveniently?"

Song Nanyan was an eye-opener.

Before today, he would never have imagined that the grand master who had always been aloof would speak in such a low voice.

In his opinion, the four masters present, especially Ku He and Xie Chunxi, who are not young, are more arrogant than the other. Although Ku He does not speak as high as Xie Chunxi, but they are backed by Qingyun Temple. There is always a trace of alienation and arrogance in the fact that he can't find fault with his speech.

Song Nanyan also knows that this is a common problem of monks. When they face ordinary people, they will always show a sense of superiority and distance consciously or unconsciously because of the power gap.

But as the saying goes, in the face of absolute strength, there is only absolute surrender.

It was the first time to see the master who even the emperor and queen mother bowed his head respectfully in front of his teacher, Song Nanyan had to say, this feeling—

Really cool!

Chang Ming was not in a hurry to answer the other party's inquiry about his name.

"I have dealt with monsters a few times, and I am very clear about the tricks they use. I have seen the moonlight used by monsters in the accessories of Princess Zhaoyue before, but before she saw her, the emperor had an accident. It can be seen In the palace, there have been monsters hiding in them for a long time, and when the emperor was diagnosed just now, some people even showed flaws in their speech and behavior."

The Empress Dowager was puzzled: "Who is the real person referring to?"