Taiyue City is trembling with noise, but the small town outside the city is as peaceful as ever. People are coming and going on the streets, and business is still going on in the shops, which seems to be aloof from the world.
Only occasionally would a few idlers get together to chat about national events they had heard from hearsay, but they were always unable to tell the truth and were more fabricated.
On the street, Ye Ling walked along the roadside with a wooden sword on his back and passed by the mad doctor's clinic. This house has been vacant for a long time now. The eaves are covered with gray nets. It is a bit desolate and looks out of place on this busy street.
Further on, there is the Jiuchao Tea Shop. The aroma of tea spreads half a street away, but not many people actually come here to drink tea, mainly because the price is expensive and ordinary people cannot afford it.
Ye Ling stepped into the tea shop and saw several young people sitting in the room: a monk with a solemn treasure appearance, who was the nianxin of the Six Paths Buddhist Hall; opposite him sat two scholars whom Ye Ling did not recognize.
On another table, there was a young master sitting waving a fan, Duan Hanzhang, the young master of Yuxuan Palace, and the young man next to him was Lang Qiran.
Guarding the door, there was a chill, but it was Luo Hanjiang, the Sky Sword Sect. .qqxsΠéw There are several other monks whom Ye Ling does not recognize, but he can feel that their cultivation is profound and should not be underestimated.
When Luo Hanjiang saw Ye Ling, his eyes shone brightly, and there was a sense of sword intent rising around him, and he said: "You entered the country very quickly, and now you can fight with me!" Ye Ling smiled slightly and said: " I have no intention of fighting now, I just want to have a cup of tea." Seeing Ye Ling's behavior, Luo Hanjiang calmed down. What he wanted was a hearty duel, not a simple victory or defeat.
Nalang Qiran slapped the table and looked at Ye Ling with an unkind look: "So you are still alive. Where did Xu Hong go? Could it be that he was hiding in Yixian Academy and didn't dare to come out?" As soon as he said this, a Confucian scholar next to him said He said: "Lang Qiran, if you speak rudely again, I will ask you about your methods first!" After hearing the words, Lang Qiran actually stopped talking, as if he was a little afraid of this Confucian scholar.
Duan Hanzhang stood up and said with a smile: "My senior brother has a feud with Xu Hong, but it is just a personal grudge. Fellow Taoist, don't blame me!" The Confucian scholar did not answer, but turned to Ye Ling and cupped his hands: "I am Luo Wenzhou, a disciple of Yixian Academy. I heard Junior Brother Xu Hong talking about Fellow Daoist Ye. It is fate that we meet today." Ye Ling returned the gesture after hearing this and asked, "How is Xu Hong?" Luo Wenzhou smiled and said, "Junior Brother Xu is always so unruly, from the Holy Spirit After the teacher was brought back by Mr. Wen, Uncle Lu put Junior Brother Xu in solitary confinement and punished him for copying scriptures and not being allowed to leave the hospital." Ye Ling smiled, as long as Xu Hong was fine.
Lang Qiran was very dissatisfied when he saw that Ye Ling was ignoring him, so he wanted to deal with Ye Ling: "I think you are tired of living!" At this moment, Ren Cao Mu came out with a tea tray and casually handed over a finely carved purple teapot. The jade teapot was placed on the table.
Lang Qiran and Duan Hanzhang's expressions changed slightly when they saw the purple jade pot. Lang Qiran hurriedly sat down, saying nothing and not daring to provoke again.
Rencaomu didn't look at the crowd, and just said to Ye Ling: "You haven't visited my tea shop for a long time, maybe you have better tea to drink." Ye Ling shook his head and said: "Some things have delayed me, so I rarely visit. "Ren Cao Mu brought someone else's tea, and Ye Lingxiao asked, "Princess, you haven't been here recently." Ren Cao Mu remembered that day when Baili Haoyue said that he had to go out and not come to the tea shop. It has been a while now. : "Never came." Ye Ling nodded when he heard this. It seemed that the rumors he heard were true. Baili Shuze and Baili Haoyue had been imprisoned and they were not allowed to spread the news.
Luo Wenzhou invited Ye Ling to sit down, chatted for a while and then asked: "I heard that Brother Ye once served in the Daqian court. I wonder if he has ever seen Baili Longteng. Is he at the end of his life?" As soon as he said this , all the monks in the room gradually became quiet intentionally or unintentionally, and slowly put down the teacups in their hands, as if they were waiting for Ye Ling's answer.
Ye Ling felt a little strange when he heard this. Although he had seen Baili Longteng several times, he was not sure whether it was his true body.
He had seen in the classics that monks who were above the Celestial Realm could cultivate themselves and incarnate themselves to do things for themselves, making it difficult for ordinary people to distinguish.
Just when he said that his life was about to end, Ye Ling shook his head and said: "I have seen Baili Longteng before, but I didn't see what you called about the end of life." After hearing Ye Ling's answer , Luo Wenzhou nodded, and all the monks around him heard it, and they started to have concerns in their hearts.
Ye Ling took the tea from Rencao Mu, drank it down, turned around and left without caring about the taste. He just felt that something was wrong. These young talents of great power gathered here, and they must have some agenda.
He was alone, and with Lang Qiran and Duan Hanzhang, two people who had had problems with each other in the past, the situation was not good for her.
"Now, not only is the Daqian court itself fighting, but these immortal sects are also involved. I'm afraid something big is going to happen in Taiyue City." With this thought in his mind, Ye Ling hurried to the school. He wanted to leave with Wu Qing as soon as possible. .
Ye Ling left, and there was a burst of laughter in the teahouse. Duan Hanzhang shook his head and chuckled: "I didn't expect it. I didn't expect that the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, each of which is the leader of the sect, have many capable people and strangers, people who claim to be smart. In the end, being played by a Baili Longteng in the palm of your hand is really a common shame for monks of our generation!" As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent. Only the monk Nianxin recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the so-called mending the situation after the sheep has been lost has not yet been done. It's too late. I hope all the benefactors will inform the seniors of the sect as soon as possible so that we can make a complete plan!" After saying that, Monk Nianxin paid for the tea, got up and left.
With him taking the lead, the others also left one after another, leaving only Luo Hanjiang in the entire tea shop. Ren Cao Mu cleared the table and asked Luo Hanjiang: "Everyone has left, why are you still there?" Luo Hanjiang looked at Ren Cao Mu, with a sword intent bursting out in his eyes: "I have heard of you, you are very "Qiang, can you fight with me?" However, Luo Hanjiang's sword intent was crushed by a force as soon as he sent it out.
He was slightly surprised, and then his fighting spirit became stronger. Unexpectedly, Rencaomu listened to his words, shook his head and said: "I'm just a tea seller. If you don't ask about the journey, you have found the wrong person." Luo Hanjiang stood up and stared at Rencaomu: "I I can feel that your heart has not been lost, and you can still fight!" Hearing this, Rencaomu shook his head helplessly again and said: "I am boiling my heart into these cups of fragrant tea. Since you said my The fact that my heart is still there means that my tea still lacks heat."
"Your tea is indeed still short of heat!" came a hoarse voice, and then, a figure appeared silently next to Luo Hanjiang, a man covered in black robes.
Luo Hanjiang was shocked, he didn't feel this person's aura at all. The man in black robe turned to Luo Hanjiang and said: "We still have something to say, can you please go out first?" Luo Hanjiang already knew that with his current cultivation level, it would be difficult to fight with these two people, so he said: "Wait a while When I have enough strength, I will come to look for you again, and then you can no longer shirk me!" After saying that, he stepped away and left.
Ren Cao Mu put away the teacups on the table, and the man in black robe said: "Young Master has a destiny, and all the people in the underworld in Taiyue City must obey orders!"
"I'm no longer in Hades, so I don't need to take orders!"
"Your withdrawal did not get the consent of the Palace Master," the man in black robe said with a strange smile: "Do you know what will happen if you withdraw privately?" Before he finished speaking, Rencaomu suddenly became agitated, and the rag had not yet fallen on the table. Before, he had already pinched the black-robed man's throat with two fingers, and his tone was extremely cold: "The end result is that you die in front of me right now!" The black-robed man was blocked by vegetation and could not move at all. , hurriedly said: "I only came here on the order of the young master. If you kill me, you will naturally not be able to escape the endless pursuit of Hades!"
"Go back and tell you, young master, that I am no longer a person in the underworld. If he insists on coming to trouble me, I don't mind becoming his enemy!" Rencaomu let go of the man in black robe, and the man in black robe hurriedly turned around Disappear, Taozhiyaoyao.
After the man in black robe left, there was a burst of laughter from the kitchen. He Zudao, grinning and showing yellow teeth, walked out and said to the crowd: "It seems that the cold boy is right, your one The murderous intention is still there, and the tea has not been boiled yet." Rencaomu gradually calmed down the murderous aura in his body, and returned to the appearance of an ordinary clerk, and said: "Da Yin is hiding in the city, but today's city is too... It's a bit noisy." He Zudao said: "This busy city is like this tea. Although it can cause ripples on the surface of the tea, it is always quiet."
"Even now, you are still here making sarcastic remarks," Rencaomu wiped the table and said, "If the major sects know Baili Longteng's intentions, wouldn't they want to level Taiyue City?"
"What can I do?" He Zudao sat down and said, "I'm just watching. Since Baili Longteng dares to make an enemy of the world, he must bear the consequences. But you, don't you care about that girl?" Hearing this, Rencaomu was silent for a moment and said: "I am just an ordinary tea seller. He is the eldest princess of the dynasty. It is impossible for us to be together." He Zudao shook his head and said: "Your tea, Sure enough, we still owe the heat, we owe the fire!" Rencaomu was stunned when he heard this, and remained silent for a long time... On the roof of the Qintian Prison in Taiyue City, the old Imperial Master Song Jinghe, dressed in white, was glowing with light. Dizzy, there is a dark jade pen hanging above his head.
There are countless Bagua arrays and celestial phenomena around, twinkling one after another, confusing the heavenly secrets, making it dazzling.
Next to him, Song Ming was holding a tortoise shell that was larger than him, with a Bagua array growing out of his feet. He stood in the center of the array and kept calculating, but he saw that the positions of the eight gates were in chaos, and they were constantly changing.
Song Ming was sweating profusely, and there was a trace of blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth. He was about to fall into the Qimen and be unable to get out.
At this moment, a person behind him held down Song Ming's shoulders, and a Bagua Qimen that was larger than his array enveloped him, pulling Song Ming out of the chaos.
Song Ming looked back and saw that this man was dressed in white and had a light beard. He was dressed like a fortune teller. It was the unknown person who had traveled around and helped Ye Ling.
Wei Kezhi said to Song Ming: "Didn't your grandfather tell you not to deduce?" Song Ming nodded and said: "Grandpa warned me, but I couldn't hold it back." Wei Kezhi smiled and said: "Your grandfather will All hopes are pinned on you, but nothing happens. I think it’s better for you to leave Qintian Prison first.” Song Ming nodded and asked: “Who are you? Are you also from my Tianji lineage? "
"I'm an old acquaintance of your grandfather, don't worry, go ahead!"
"Yes." Song Ming felt a little uneasy, but after looking at his grandfather a few more times, he went downstairs and left.
After sending Song Ming away, Wei Zhi suddenly took out a dark copper furnace from his hand and flew to the top of Song Jinghe's head, and then the celestial phenomena around him became more powerful.
Song Jinghe was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and said, "Why is it your senior brother!"
