Qingzhou Fucheng is lonely and quiet.
In the elegant teahouse, the elderly shopkeeper made tea and bowed slightly in a rather reserved manner.
Judging from his fifty years of life experience, this handsome young man here is either a high official in the imperial court, a relative of the emperor, or a famous young knight in the world, a direct descendant of a famous sect, and he is quite noble. Qi.
"Old man, this Qingzhou capital is so quiet, has something happened?" Dan Mo's words rang out, Chen Xiu gently held the tea cup, his eyes were deep, and it was difficult to see the true meaning.
The shopkeeper nodded and bowed, and said softly: "No wonder I think that the young master is so extraordinary, but he is quite unfamiliar! It turns out that the young master is not from my Qingzhou Prefecture, so it's no wonder."
His face became more solemn and solemn, and he said slowly: "This is a big deal in Qingzhou Mansion! There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that in the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, the old prince who sits in the south and dominates the world is approaching his age. I’m afraid I’m going to die soon!”
"Who dares to make such a noise at this time?"
Chen Xiu gently held his chin, frowning slightly, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking a little.
Such a thing has actually spread in the world?
The deaths of princes, generals, ministers, and ministers of the imperial court have always been kept secret and kept secret for fear of accidents.
Old prince, what is his purpose for doing this?
"well--"
The shopkeeper sighed softly, with a bit of worry in his words: "The old prince is about to die, and Qingzhou has no owner. I'm afraid it will never be peaceful again. What's more, the old prince holds clues to the three rich and virtuous places in his hands. I'm afraid it will happen again. Swordsmen are rising!"
Zhennan Wu Tomb?
Chen Xiu's eyes were a little deeper.
The three most virtuous places in the world are the Canglan Sword Tomb, the Zhennan Wu Tomb, and the glazed pure land in the hands of Buddhism.
Canglan Sword Tomb is the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, the place where ancient powerful men hide their swords, and it is also the holy land that countless swordsmen aspire to.
But it is so erratic that only those with true destiny can encounter it!
The Glazed Pure Land is the Pure Land after the Buddha passed away!
It is said that it is now in the hands of the two major Buddhist holy places in the north and south.
It is almost impossible for non-Buddhists to enter!
The Zhennan Wu Tomb contains the heritage of the four previous dynasties.
There are only two requirements for stepping into this place!
The first requirement is to have the Order of Zhennan Wu Tomb!
The second requirement, the source of the token, must comply with regulations!
At this moment, the King of Zhennan will pass away, and I am afraid that the second request will be invalidated!
At that time, for the order of Zhennan Wu's tomb, I don't know how many sects from aristocratic families entered the game!
etc--
Chen Xiu's eyes changed slightly, and he suddenly thought of a possibility!
unless......
He stood up slowly, and his eyes fell on the splendid mansion in the distance, which was quite deep!
If it is as expected, then the prince is playing a big game of chess!
Fortunately, he and Ji Qingqing chose two different paths and entered Qingzhou Fucheng.
Outside Qingzhou Mansion, at the end of the ancient road.
Ji Wuqing's eyes followed the turbid river and fell into the distance, standing slightly.
"Brother, what are you doing here, a young man like you?" A low and hoarse voice sounded, and the beggar with the roast duck in his mouth hummed, revealing a face covered with dirt and confusion. .
"Your Excellency, clear the way. I'm going to the dark street, so I can inform the people inside." Ji Qingwu said softly with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
Um?
The beggar was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly darkened a little, and a powerful aura burst out.
His words were a bit colder: "Sir, have you ever been to the underworld, or are you famous? Do you have a guarantee?"
Ji Qingwu said calmly: "I understand all the rules here. After all, I was also a frequent visitor here!
As for the origin, according to the rules of the underworld, it should not be asked about the origin and past, right? "
The beggar monster laughed twice and said slowly: "Expert. It seems that we are indeed acquaintances!"
His hand gently landed on the rock beside him and twisted slightly.
The turbid river was cut off, revealing a deep stone path, winding downwards.
A strong stench gradually spread.
"The mechanism technique of the ancient Mo family." Ji Qingwu said pretending to give a hint.
The beggar's eyes became more solemn and he said solemnly: "Your Excellency, you have great eyesight!
"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and said solemnly and solemnly: "The Black Street is here! Since you know the rules of the Black Street, I won't say more. Please!"
"
There was some inexplicable emotion in Ji Wuqing's heart.
The dark streets that I once visited, which were once so mysterious, have become much more ordinary in my eyes now.
"The First Clan"
The institutions of the ancient Mohist family are not beyond our reach.
This once seemingly powerful and mysterious guardian in front of me is now able to see through his cultivation at a glance!
Happy Heaven Realm, the third heaven!
Above the martial arts world, he can be called a master!
Ji Wuwu stepped lightly onto the dark stone path.
The sound of crisp footsteps echoed, and after walking for about half an hour, the eyes suddenly opened up a bit.
This is a road paved with bluestone.
The long ancient street leads directly into the distance.
There is still blue sky above the head, but there are mountains on both sides.
This is an ancient street built in the mountains, and it is also a place where people from all walks of life in Qingzhou Fucheng live together.
Because of the existence of King Zhennan, it is difficult for any force other than Buddhism and Taoism to exist in Qingzhou City.
Therefore, they took a road outside Qingzhou and built a black street in the mountains.
For this place, Zhennan Palace also turned a blind eye, closed one eye, and chose to ignore it.
As time goes by, the underworld grows stronger and the pattern becomes more chaotic!
When we entered the dark street, it was already late, but it was as lively as daytime.
On both sides, there were flower vendors, vendors selling sugar-roasted chestnuts, and even vendors carrying shelves. It was extremely lively.
It looks like a folk street.
But having been born here, he knows very well that all this is just an illusion!
Walking towards the depths, the rich smell of rouge and gouache spreads.
On both sides, far away from the seemingly ordinary and old old house, from time to time, girls with pretty faces and graceful figures come out to solicit guests.
Or it's a pale red gauze scarf, or it's singing sweetly, or it's singing and dancing, and its soft words are charming.
"Brother, buy some flowers. The sisters here love them all."
Crisp words rang out, and there was a girl smiling slightly, holding a flower basket.
She is pretty and pretty, about fifteen or sixteen years old, very pure and lovely.
Ji Wuwu looked at her indifferently, watching her struggle to squeeze through the crowd and come to her side.
When the girl was about to speak, she saw the scabbard wrapped in silk and gently touched her flower basket.
impartial!
The next moment, there was a somewhat clear and crisp metal sound inside, clanging and clanging.
The girl's face turned pale for a moment.
She knew she had met an expert.
"Let's break up. This method is of no use to me for the time being!" Ji Qingwu said calmly, with calm eyes: "Everyone, make way. I want to see the Snake King!"
