Chang'an.
In the past few days, a big event has happened in Chang'an City. On this day, I suddenly led my close confidants and imperial guards to go to Wolong Mountain in person. The return date has not yet been determined, leaving the civil and military officials of the court in panic and at a loss.
Rumor has it that the emperor felt inspired by heaven and received a dream from heaven, so he went to Baiyun Temple to worship and worship. This was a sign of good fortune and good luck for the country.
As a result, the whole country celebrated, and there were frequent conversations and discussions in the streets. As a result, the rumors became more and more widespread, and they gradually became fairy-like. They were even compiled into stories for people to entertain after dinner.
This was the situation when Zhu Ling'er came to Chang'an City.
After concealing herself and going to the palace to investigate, and finding out that something was indeed going on, the girl left Chang'an City and went straight to Baiyun Temple with her royal weapon.
Baiyun Temple, Sanqing Hall.
"Excuse me, the little Taoist priest, please go and inform me again!" The emperor of the day, the 95th emperor, dressed in casual clothes, like an ordinary person, held his hands and saluted the little Taoist boy, and begged respectfully.
The Taoist boy solemnly paid his respects and replied: "It is not because Xiaodao is unwilling to do so, but to allow the layman to be here is an act of mercy from the master of the temple. You must know that Fuyun does not care about human affairs, so don't embarrass Xiaodao anymore."
The emperor had no choice but to sigh. Unexpectedly, the next moment, he saw a fat Taoist walking leisurely into the palace.
"Guanzhu."
"Immortal chief."
The Taoist boy and the emperor bowed and saluted at the same time.
The Taoist waved his hand slightly to signal the two of them to get up, and then said calmly: "Ximu, prepare some tea, we have a distinguished guest coming." After saying that, he went to the side and sat down, closed his eyes slightly, and wandered away.
The Tao boy respectfully responded with a "yes" and then stepped back. The emperor looked at the Taoist, hesitated to speak, hesitated again and again, chose a seat a little further away and sat down, waiting for what would happen.
The fragrance was lingering, and the Taoist boy came back after serving tea. The Taoist opened his eyes and said calmly to somewhere in the hall: "Since you are here, why don't you show up and say something?"
After saying this, the purple light flashed, and the beautiful figure of a girl in aqua blue dress appeared.
"Senior Brother Tian is well." The girl Yingying bowed her head.
"Junior sister Zhu? I didn't expect it was you." The Taoist stood up and returned the favor with a smile.
It was Zhu Ling'er and Tian Yi.
After the two of them sat down and drank tea, Tian Yi asked: "Why did Junior Sister come down from the mountain, and how could she be related to this old conspiracy?"
"The purpose of going down the mountain this time is to cut off the cause and effect, and cut off the karma. In the past, the Yuan family treated me as if I were my own son, so I naturally want to repay their kindness." Zhu Ling'er replied calmly.
"Zhan Chen Yuan? Could it be you, junior sister?" Tian Yi asked with a surprised look on his face.
Zhu Ling'er nodded and replied: "Yes, Ling'er has perfected his merits and wants to have a glimpse of the golden elixir avenue."
Tian Yi took a breath and sighed: "I never thought that junior sister would enter the country so quickly. In just a few decades, the golden elixir will be in sight. She is truly a genius!"
Zhu Ling'er smiled slightly and said: "Senior brother, that's ridiculous, it's just some chance."
Tian Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, then pointed to the emperor who was sitting on pins and needles and said: "In that case, this person is Li Sheng, the emperor of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Junior sister can handle it by herself."
Li Sheng listened to the conversation between the two, and his heart became heavier and heavier. Unknowingly, his face was pale and his clothes were covered with cold sweat.
At this moment, when Tian Yi saw him, he immediately stood up, bowed his head to Zhu Ling'er, and said respectfully: "Li Sheng didn't know the relationship between the Yuan family and the Immortal. He listened to the slander and did something wrong. I hope the Immortal will forgive me!"
Zhu Ling'er looked at this human emperor, with no sadness or joy on her face, and said quietly: "The past is like smoke, and the past is forgotten together, can you do it?"
Li Sheng heard the words and hurriedly replied: "It can be done, it can be done! Li Sheng will return to the court and issue an order to rehabilitate the Yuan family. He will pursue Yuan Shouyi as the wise and holy emperor's teacher, be granted the title of Zhongyong Gong, and enjoy the title of first-class prince. He will be hereditary. , If the country does not change, the title will not be easy!"
Zhu Ling'er waved her hand and released a cloud of purple clouds to help her up, then stood up and said to Tian Yi: "It's over here, Senior Brother Tian, Ling'er will leave now."
Tian Yi also stood up and replied: "Junior sister, it's good to go."
After the two of them bowed to each other, Zhu Ling'er walked out of the hall. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked Tian Yi: "By the way, senior brother, do you still remember Yuan Qing?"
"Yuan Qing? Of course I remember it." Tian Yi was slightly surprised and replied casually. After thinking about it, he knew what he meant and asked: "Is this Yuan family a relative of Junior Brother Yuan?"
"Exactly," Zhu Ling'er released the magic weapon and jumped into the air, "Yuan Qing is also in the later stage of cultivation. He can kill monsters of the same level in just a few seconds, and he is favored by the Qing Dynasty. He is worthy of being called a swordsman. And his character. Aoran, the sword's heart is clear and the pill formation is almost certain, I'm afraid senior brother will have to worry about it."
The more you speak, the farther away your voice becomes and the fainter its shape becomes. When he finished speaking, the person disappeared, leaving Tian Yi with a stunned look on his face and Li Sheng panicked and at a loss.
Within the sea of clouds, above the purple leaves.
"Uncle Master." Zhu Ling'er bowed and saluted.
Qing Ye gave a faint "Hmm", then flicked the whisk, and the purple leaves soared up to the sky, turning into light and galloping away.
The girl closed her eyes and sat cross-legged, but her mind was full of the clear figure of the young man, whose white clothes were better than snow and not stained by dust.
"Just for the last time, I will miss you one more time..."
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Northland.
Seven hundred miles south of Beiliang Mountain there is a prosperous and vast city called Qingzhou.
Qingzhou Prefecture has always been prosperous. There are tens of thousands of people in the city, all living and working in peace and contentment. There is an endless flow of merchants and tourists.
However, in the past few days, we have seen the city gates being closed tightly, the merchants and travelers disappearing, the people staying at home, and even the sergeants wearing armor and carrying weapons patrolling in groups, which seems to suggest that a storm is about to come.
Dozens of miles outside the city, a team of a hundred people was walking on a forest path.
The first lieutenant is riding a horse, holding the reins in one hand and holding the handle of a knife at his waist with the other, looking solemn. The soldiers behind him are holding long spears and marching in two rows, guarding more than ten carts of grain and grass.
After several miles of driving, we suddenly heard the howling of wolves, and then we saw more than ten green and gray ferocious wolves emerging from the mountains on both sides, surrounding the convoy.
Pulling the sword out of its sheath, the lieutenant showed disdain in his eyes and shouted: "Get in formation!"
When it was announced that the army was about to move, the squad was broken into pieces and divided into groups of ten. They stood around the chariots and horses, with their guns leveled outwards, ready for battle.
However, at the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a huge green-gray figure squeezing away from the pack of wolves and slowly coming to the front of the crowd. It turned out to be a green-skinned demon wolf.
The demon wolf is about two feet tall, has sharp teeth and claws, and is bloodthirsty and vicious. However, it is slightly lame when walking, as if its hind legs are injured.
When the lieutenant saw this, he immediately shouted loudly: "There is no need to panic, this demon's hind legs are injured, so charge into the formation with a knot and follow me to kill the demon!"
The sergeants changed their formations in response, and twenty of them formed a team, shoulder to shoulder, advancing and retreating as one, with the spear points pointing outwards at one point, like a giant spear without a root, stabbing at the demonic wolf.
Unexpectedly, the demon wolf jumped into the air with one kick of its four legs. It moved as fast as stone fire, and its claws and bites were powerful and heavy. In addition to the demon's tough body, everyone's full counterattack could only damage its flesh and could not stop it at all.
In less than a stick of incense, more than half of the team had been lost, and the remaining people had lost all their courage and had no intention of fighting anymore.
At that time, I suddenly heard the clear sound of chanting, and saw a sword coming from the sky, bright and bright, flashing past.
The body of the demon wolf froze immediately, and then blood spurted out like a pillar. The wolf's head rose into the sky, and there was still a look of disbelief in its eyes.
When his soul was dying, he remembered the moonlit night many years ago: in the night sky, the fiery red figure of the female cultivator was as bright as a god.
With a muffled "plop" sound, the wolf's head fell to the ground, and the humans and wolves in the field also woke up from their stupor. Then the sound of killing was like a rainbow, and howls were everywhere. The remaining sergeants slaughtered the ferocious wolves like wind and clouds.
Just as they were cleaning the battlefield and gathering the grain carts, they saw the light of the sword turning and falling to the ground, revealing a clear young man, dressed in white as snow, it was Yuan Qing.
Before Yuan Qing could say anything, all the soldiers were the first to prostrate themselves. The lieutenant knelt down on one knee and said in a loud voice: "Zhang Jian thanks the immortal for saving his life. I will never forget it!"
Yuan Qing accepted the gift calmly, lifted him up with a wave of his sleeves, and asked, "Where is this place?"
Zhang Jian bowed slightly and replied: "Back to Shangxian, this is the boundary of Qingzhou, Liang Kingdom."
"Liang Kingdom, Qingzhou..." Yuan Qing muttered silently. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember where it was, so he had to continue asking: "Do you have a map?"
Zhang Jian's thoughts changed after hearing this, and he replied: "I don't carry a map with me, and the map is privately made. It is extremely crude and far less detailed than the one in the city lord's palace. If the Immortal doesn't give up, why don't you go back to the city with the team? I would like to kiss you Lead the immortal there."
Yuan Qing smiled, glanced at the food and grass, and asked casually: "Is there any war to escort the food and grass?"
Zhang Jian paused for a moment, and then said: "The Immortal is aware of the recent chaos caused by demonic beasts, and many villages and towns have been harmed by them. Therefore, the city lord ordered the city to be closed under martial law, and troops and horses were urgently mobilized to prepare for any eventuality."
"Monster?" Yuan Qing frowned and thought to himself.
It is said that since Libei Liangshan, in just a few days, the young man has encountered more than ten groups of beasts, but their cultivation levels are not high. At most, the number of second-level monsters is limited, at most around ten.
I thought it was just some remnants, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's not that simple. It seems that after I fell into coma, I didn't just try to turn the tide, but there were other variables.
Thinking of this, the young man's expression condensed slightly, but then he laughed at himself, turned to Zhang Jian and said, "In that case, I'll excuse you."
Zhang Jian was overjoyed and immediately turned around and shouted: "Prepare your horse! No, bring my horse!" Then he stretched out his hand and said to Yuan Qing: "Shangxian, please mount your horse!"
Yuan Qing nodded, stepped lightly with his toes, and landed on the horse's back.
The horse was frightened and was about to neigh and raise its hooves, but it calmed down in an instant, but saw the young man put his hand on the horse's head, and there was a faint spiritual light.
Zhang Jian was astonished at what he saw. His own army and horses had always kept strangers away from them. This was the first time they were so well-behaved and docile. Sure enough, the characters of the immortal family cannot be judged by common sense.
After calming down and reorganizing his team, Zhang Jian changed his horse and still walked at the front.
Yuan Qing hangs leisurely at the end, with his horse in white clothes, he really has the dashing and heroic spirit of a knight-errant.
A few hours later, the group arrived at Qingzhou Mansion. I don’t know whether it was good luck or Yuan Qing was in charge, but there were no accidents along the way.
After handing over the official duties, Zhang Jian took Yuan Qing to the city lord's palace, and happened to encounter a group of soldiers escorting the weapons.
The two of them didn't pay much attention, but after taking a few steps, they suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "Shangxian!"
When the two of them looked back, they saw a muscular man with short collar and shirtless face.
Zhang Jian looked at Yuan Qing and saw that he had no reaction. Then he took a few steps forward and yelled at the man: "Zhuzi, what are you shouting for!"
The man seemed to be quite familiar with Zhang Jian. He quickly came closer and replied unceremoniously: "I didn't call you."
Yuan Qing looked at him and asked lightly, "Do you recognize me?"
"I recognize you!" The man's attitude suddenly changed, he bowed slightly and replied with a grin: "I saw the Immortal when I was in Xin'an City. He flew around and killed many monsters. He was so powerful!"
"Oh, are you a defender of Xin'an City?" Yuan Qing raised his eyebrows and became interested: "What happened to this city? How did you escape here?"
"Ahem!" The man sighed nonchalantly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him: "After you left that day, the monsters of Wuyang Wuyang trampled Xin'an City to the ground. I have a great destiny, and from now on When the city fell, it happened to fall into a crack in the wall. The opening was later covered with stones, and I saved my life. I stayed there for three days and three nights, and waited until there was absolutely no movement outside before I dared to venture forward. . I met another group of refugees on the way, so I followed them and fled here."
Although he had expected it, after hearing what he said, the young man still felt a little guilty in his heart and his expression was a little sad.
The man wanted to continue, but was unexpectedly bumped by someone's elbow. He turned around and saw Zhang Jian winking constantly. Following his gaze, he noticed that Yuan Qing's expression was different.
The man suddenly became excited and hurriedly spoke to comfort him: "Shangxian, please don't misunderstand me. I don't mean to blame you. If it weren't for you, Xin'an City would have been trampled by monsters on the first day."
Zhang Jian interrupted at this time: "Okay, I've said so much that my ears are going to be calloused. Go and do whatever you need to do quickly. I have some important matters to go to the City Lord's Mansion!"
"No, I still want to invite the immortal to have a drink and thank him for saving my life!" The man didn't know what he meant. He stared and shouted at the top of his voice.
Seeing that he was so ignorant, Zhang Jian's expression became serious and his tone became stern: "Who can appreciate your bad wine? Leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for falling out!"
The man was so stubborn that he stared at Zhang Jian with his eyes wide open and motionless.
Zhang Jian secretly thought "stupid donkey" in his heart, but his face became more serious. He grabbed the man by the collar and was about to drive him away, but he heard Yuan Qing ask loudly: "Is the wine strong enough?"
Zhang Jian was stunned for a moment, and the man instantly turned from anger to joy. He put Zhang Jian aside and shouted back: "Enough, enough! The knife that has been burned for twenty years must be kept fiercely!"
Yuan Qing smiled slightly and then asked: "Where do you live now?"
The man was even more happy and laughed heartily: "To the west of the city, there is the Dazhu Blacksmith Shop!"
"Shangxian, the City Lord's Mansion..." Zhang Jian couldn't help but interjected as he saw the two people talking more and more speculatively.
Yuan Qing replied calmly: "I already know where it is, so I won't bother you." After saying that, he nodded to the two of them and left, but after only a few steps, he disappeared.
The man glared at Zhang Jian again and then turned and left, humming an unknown ditty along the way, his face full of joy.
Zhang Jian shook his head, dumbfounded. He had no choice but to curse in his heart: "It's true that stupid people have stupid blessings."
City Lord's Mansion.
On the desk, there are piles of official documents, and sitting behind him is a man, about thirty years old, holding a red pen in his hand and frowning.
Suddenly a silver light flashed, and the man immediately dropped his ink pen and drew his sword, only to see a clear young man standing with his hands behind his back.
"Who are you? You dare to break into the City Lord's Mansion!" The man pointed his sword at the young man and shouted sternly.
The young man looked calm and replied calmly:
"Xuanyuan, Yuanqing."
