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Although there is still sunshine in the sky of 11 months, the atmosphere is much colder.

In the streets of Philadelphia, you can see some people have put on autumn clothes. Occasionally, there is a cold wind blowing, and the leaves are dancing.

Today is a big day.

The two holy places jointly held a grand gathering of young talents, but all the famous young monks came.

Although the big day is a big day, it is a heavy day for Tianxuan holy land. A few hours ago, they received the news.

Murong qianqin was robbed on the way to escort.

This is a big deal.

The biggest purpose of Wen Shiyun in Zhongzhou is here. It can even be said that it is on the ancient scroll. If Murong qianqin is not available, where can they find the scroll?

The whole holy land was anxious, but the son of God was calm.

Who is it?

Demon clan?

According to the news, there are two people in the field, one demon clan, very powerful, and the other is Fu Xiu.

They really can't understand, is there such a powerful Fu cultivation on the land of Shenzhou?

Half an hour later, an elder arrived with a heavy face and left Philadelphia with a group of strong men.

The Youth Festival is coming. The son is the young representative of the holy land. He can't leave here.

In Philadelphia, there is a lake with an area of about kilometers. There are pavilions, corridors and even boats shuttling around the lake.

This is a view in Philadelphia.

As usual, most of the people who will come here to enjoy the scenery are lovers, or some talented women.

But today, the lakeside is forbidden. There is no one around. It is said that the grand gathering of young talents will be held here.

It was not long before the two sons met.

This is the first time they met three years ago.

The purpose of meeting is only one, to ensure the safety of the person in Zhongzhou. Nothing can happen here.

Hundreds of meters away from the lake, several streets of an inn, Wen Shiyun stood outside the attic, quietly looking at the scenery outside.

Creak!

The young girl pushed the door in.

Wen Shiyun lowered his eyes and said, "what's the matter?"

The young man said, "elder martial sister, someone wants to see you."

Wen Shiyun turned around and was surprised.

Although her arrival has spread all over the land of Shenzhou, she has never appeared or exposed herself along the way. She firmly believes that no one will recognize her in this land.

Even the contact between the two holy places is by letter.

But now, someone wants to see her?

Wen Shiyun frowned: "how does that person look? Did you say anything? Did you give the name? "

The young man opened his eyes and shook his head: "nothing, but he knows the name of the elder martial sister." That's why he came to report.

"What's your appearance?" Wen said

The young man showed his memories and recalled the whole process carefully. The man looked very young, about 30 years old, of medium build. He was dressed in plain clothes. He was simple but clean.

Thinking about it, he looked dignified. He saw the man, but he couldn't see the man's face clearly. It was a little fuzzy, as if there was a layer of rhyme pervading there, which made people see unreal.

He had seen it only in one person, the man in red armor.

Wen Shiyun frowned: "what's the matter?"

"I can't see clearly," replied the young man in a still voice

Wen Shiyun Yilin: "where is he?"

"Downstairs."

The inn is located in the middle of the street. People come and go. It is very prosperous. The guests come in and out, and the noise is endless.

Almost all the people who enter the inn come to eat. Therefore, their words and deeds are noisy and the atmosphere is very active.

But in a corner of the inn, there is such a clear stream.

He was alone, but he occupied the whole table, but he did not order any food. There was only a pot of tea and two cups on the table.

He is very quiet, like a stone like sitting alone, with the noise around him.

Wen Shiyun picked up the steps, changed a simple dress, a gauze covered half of his face, only the pair of good-looking eyes exposed.

She glanced at the inn, and her eyes fell on the man in the corner. After a pause, she walked towards him.

The man did not look back, but he felt her coming. He raised his mouth and looked sideways. He said, "I dare to disturb you. I hope I can forgive you."

When she saw the man for the first time, she only thought that this man was very ordinary. But when she saw the second eye, she felt another feeling. The man was too calm.

At the third glance, she remembered what the young man had said. The more he looked at the face, the more blurred she could not see clearlyWen Shiyun's heart is awe inspiring, eyes suddenly dignified up.

When she was young, she always thought that the man in red armor was the first person of the younger generation. Many years later, she went to Castle Peak and then to the lake.

At that time, she knew that men had enemies.

In the years after that, she saw another person. From that person, he saw the same temperament as the man. The difference was that the man's eyes were extremely vicissitudes.

Now, she saw a man similar to the existence of the present, this person's aura is too strong, rich almost into the essence.

Who the hell is he?

She couldn't imagine that there would be such a existence in an area that had fallen so badly.

The man laughed and said, "know me, my surname is Qin."

Wen Shiyun came step by step, her dignified eyes scattered a lot. Instead, she was alert. She didn't open her mouth, because the other party had already announced her own name.

Come here and sit down.

The man poured down a pot of tea for her and said, "you are very beautiful."

Wen Shiyun looked at him and whispered, "thank you."

The man said with a smile: "the tea is still hot, if you don't dislike it..." After that, he pushed the teacup over.

To be honest, Wen Shiyun seldom has tea, but today, she really wants to drink this cup of tea.

Pick up the cup and drink it.

She not only frowned, although she did not often drink tea, but also know the quality of tea, this cup of tea is obviously very poor, some dry, and bitter is not decent.

She didn't understand why she wanted to drink such tea for the existence of men?

The man said again, "how about it?"

Wen Shiyun put down the cup: "it's OK, it's a little bitter."

At this time, a man and a woman in the attic left from the back door of the inn.

The man nodded: "coarse tea, taste is life."

Wen Shiyun frowned and said nothing.

The man then said, "before, I was not in good health and often drank alcohol. Later, I experienced some things and never touched wine again."

She still did not speak, quietly looking out of the window, looking at him.

The man said with a smile: "in fact, wine and tea are the same. Everyone likes to drink good wine. No one likes to drink light wine and coarse tea, just like you people in Zhongzhou."

In calm words, there is no sadness or joy, and there is no big mood fluctuation. It is like saying a common thing in Tao.

But she recognized the word "story.".

There is no doubt that this is a man with a lot of stories.

The man picked up a cup of tea and said, "I like Zhongzhou, where there are many people and many kind people. I have met such a person. She is surnamed Wen just like you..."

Hearing this, Wen Shiyun can no longer keep calm.

A fairy grass of the author said: the power was cut off in the morning, and I had to wait for the electricity at 10:30 in the evening. I can only write one chapter. I can't stay up late. I'm sorry.