Chapter 501

Star Tower, eight diagrams platform.

Song Qing steps on the Bagua platform and bows to the supervisor's back:

"teacher, Wei Yuan's body has been reshaped, but there are only human souls, and the two spirits of heaven and earth are missing. If he can't find them back, he will never wake up."

The supervisor gave him a cold look and said, "didn't you list the materials for refining the evocation clock to him?"

Song Qing shows a trace of embarrassment, after all, the teacher said before, can't tell Xu Qi'an the news that Wei Yuan is still alive.

Until now, when the overall situation was settled, he told the alchemist master Xu that Wei Yuan still had a chance of life, and asked him to collect materials for refining the evocation clock.

It seems that this is normal for Song Qing to disobey his teacher's orders. He laments: "it's just this cultivation..."

Jian Zheng says slowly: "it's a pity that he takes the road of Wufu with his qualifications. The vulgar Wufu is not suitable for him..."

Then silence, no more.

Song Qing continued: "it's a pity that Mr. Xu has left Beijing. Younger martial sister Zhong Li has to go to the seal at the bottom of the building again. I don't know when she will be able to pass the bad luck."

"It won't be long."

The supervisor looked at the distant horizon.

"You've been in alchemy for a long time. When will you be promoted to the top five?"

The supervisor takes back his eyes and looks at Song Qing.

Song Qing showed a puzzled expression and asked: "why should I be promoted?"

The supervisor was silent for a moment, and then he looked at the distant horizon, no longer talking to the four disciples.

...

at the bottom of the star watching building.

Oil lamps light up the space and shed a faint yellow light.

Zhong Li, dressed in a linen robe, with her long messy hair and bright eyes reflecting the candle light, walked slowly in the deep and silent corridor.

When passing by a room, a man's voice came from it:

"are you younger martial sister Zhong Li?"

Zhong Li stopped in front of the door and said in a soft voice, "Hmm!"

"Why did you come back again? The boy said he would bear the bad luck for you, but he sent you back two or three days later." Yang Qianhuan hummed twice.

There are three floors at the bottom of the building, which is used to imprison the prisoners with heinous but high accomplishments. After all, ordinary cells can't hold five or four grades.

However, there are not many takers who can be put into the bottom of the observation building, and these people usually live not long, so the prison at the bottom of the observation building is very quiet.

On the contrary, Yang Qianhuan and Zhong Li are frequent visitors.

It is worth mentioning that both of them have fixed "private rooms" on the first floor. Zhong Li's room is set up by the supervisor himself to help her suppress her bad luck. Yang Qianhuan's room is also supervised by himself, in order to prevent him from escaping.

"He, he left the capital......"

Zhong Li said sadly.

"It's good to leave the capital. Wei Yuan is dead, and his backers are gone. I'm not leaving Beijing at this time, waiting for the emperor to settle accounts with him? "

Yang Qianhuan sneered, both happy and disappointed.

Joy is because Xu Qi'an left, the capital will be his Yang Qianhuan a unique show.

Disappointed or because Xu Qi'an left, there is a kind of life confidant far away, only he alone, the peak of the desolate feeling.

"The emperor is dead. I won't settle with him." Zhong Li whispered.

Is the emperor dead? Yang Qianhuan was shocked and said blankly:

"Yuanjing's cultivation is successful. Shouyuan shouldn't be so short."

Zhong Li simply said: "Xu Qi'an killed him."

There was a sudden silence in the room. After a moment, Yang Qianhuan's voice trembled:

"when I was locked up by my teacher, did something big happen in the capital?"

Zhong Li said: "Xu Qian, he......"

"no, don't tell me, please don't tell me!"

Yang Qianhuan immediately interrupted, saying that he didn't want to hear it. It was all Wang Ba chanting scriptures.

Zhong Li raised his foot to walk, and walked out a few steps. Yang Qianhuan's sharp voice came from behind:

"no, don't go, younger martial sister. I'm still......"

after a pause, he said in a tone of hate: "I really can't resist the temptation of that man."

Zhong Li returns to the door.

"Why did he kill the emperor? Emperor lao'er is the king of a country, and the people who kill kings are not allowed by heaven and earth. His reputation, which he managed to accumulate, is destroyed. And so on. He can also kill kings? "

As soon as he finished, Yang Qianhuan listened to Zhong liruru's voice and said, "he's three grades. The emperor should die. The people all applaud him."

She didn't know how to tell a story, but with such a short sentence, there was a heavy breath in the room.

"This, this......"

a grunt, as if swallowing: "can you tell me about it?"Zhong Li told Yang Qianhuan what had happened in this period of time. He told Yang in a simple and straightforward way, just to restore the course of things, without too much description.

But the sound of breathing in the room grew louder.

"Hateful, hateful......"

the sound of beating the wall sounded, accompanied by Yang Qianhuan's envious voice:

"why did he do all the things that were in the limelight by himself? Why is it not Yang, who envies me......

"after killing the emperor, all the people in the capital applauded, and all the loyal and upright people praised him. From then on, he became famous and became the topic center of countless people. When he went out to buy food, he didn't have to pay for it......

Yang Qianhuan imagined that the people in the capital cheered and cheered, shouting" heaven doesn't give birth to Yang Qianhuan, and worship forever is like a long night. " Then, standing on a high place with his back to all living beings, he said leisurely:

inviting the moon to pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world.

Thinking about it, young master Yang shuddered uncontrollably.

It can be predicted that Xu Qian will be famous in the history of Dafeng.

"This son of a bitch, it's just that he should be in the limelight in the eyes of the world. He also wants to be in the limelight in front of future generations..... But I really can't imitate such behavior. I'm not reconciled."

Zhong Li comforted: "if elder martial brother Yang is here, he will surely be famous in history. It's a pity that elder martial brother Yang is closed at the bottom of the building."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Qianhuan's voice trembled.

"Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and others intercepted the emperor outside the city and made outstanding contributions. They were nominated in the notice this morning. Besides, Xu Qi'an told me at that time that if only elder martial brother Yang hadn't shut up.

"Your teleportation is very useful. It's a pity that you are locked up here by the teacher."

When Zhong Li finished, she didn't see Yang Qianhuan's response for a long time. She seemed to realize that she had said something wrong. Her head shrank and she slipped away.

A few seconds later, Yang Qianhuan's cry came from behind:

"it's better not to wait!"

...

Yunzhou.

Where the mountains overlap, the grand city is built close to the mountains. The houses and attics are hidden in the woods. The flow of people is very busy.

The name of this city is Qianlong!

The city has a population of more than 200000. It is composed of Yunzhou people, scattered people in the rivers and lakes, outlaws and the army. It makes a living by farming and hunting.

The most powerful person in the city is the city master. Under his administration, Qianlong city is in good order. Even the desperado who takes refuge in Qianlong city has to be obedient and violent.

Those who are dissatisfied with the Dafeng court call Qianlong city the pure land and the city leader the virtuous leader.

As for the people who were originally captured from all parts of Yunzhou to increase the population, they settled down because they were still rich here. For the people at the bottom, it doesn't matter where they can take root as long as they have enough food and clothing.

Outside Qianlong City, there are a number of shanzhais used to garrison troops. They are responsible for looting, acting as defensive sentries, and training recruits.

Outside the city, a group of Jiashi with more than 300 militiamen cut down trees and widened roads, preparing to tamp the foundation and build new houses to accommodate the refugees.

The leader was a handsome young man, with his bare upper body and a big axe in his hand, cutting down the trees.

The muscles swell with his movements, full of masculine beauty.

An old man in a Taoist robe stood by and looked at the young master, who was obviously of high cultivation, but worked as hard as an ordinary man to cut down trees.

The old Taoist sighed: "young master, this piece of geomantic omen is too good. It's really a tyrant to live for the refugees."

"It doesn't matter. When you come to Qianlong City, you are all your own people."

The young man with strong physique continued to cut down trees after wiping his sweat.

The old Taoist named Jiaoye smiles freely. He is a travelling Taoist. He has learned a lot of things. He knows a little about swordsmanship, merits and virtues. He has a good command of life divination.

A few years ago, he was wanted by the local government because he didn't resent the dog officials for bullying the good people. Later, he wandered to Yunzhou and entered Qianlong city by chance.

After staying here for a few years, Ji Xuan, the seventh son of the Lord of the city, was praised by this young man, and was recruited as a guest minister.

After all, some of the wild crane don't understand the rules.

Unexpectedly, the young master was more leisurely than him. He wandered around the city all day, drinking and gambling with the desperado, and chatting with the common people about their prey and harvest.

He is also a good worker. He works hand in hand, working together with Jiashi and Minfu.

In Qianlong City, anyone who mentions little master Ji Xuan will show a friendly smile.

"Young master, now that Ji Qian is dead, you should show your strength and fight for the position of successor. Why are you so slack? You used to keep a low profile. I don't understand. If you don't fight now, when will you wait? "The young man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile:

"Taoist priest, those things my father gave me are mine. I can't take it without it. "

Jiaoye stamped his foot with the old way: "then you have to show yourself."

The young man stopped cutting and raised his axe with a bright smile: "I've been doing it all the time."

At this time, a armored bodyguard came and said in a high voice: "little master Jixuan, the city master orders you to go to the star watching Pavilion."

The young man and the old man look at each other and smile.

The star watching Pavilion is on the top of the mountain.

Ji Xuan put on a brand-new blue robe, along the stone steps laid in the mountains, and finally came to a forest garden.

"Master Xuan!"

The guards outside the forest park bow and clasp.

Ji Xuan greets the bodyguard with a smile, pauses and talks a few words, then enters the garden.

Through the courtyard, through a loft, Ji Xuan stopped outside a small garden, two guards in black stood at the door.

This is the shadow guard of his father, the leader of Qianlong city.

There are not many black shadow guards, but each of them has at least five accomplishments.

The two shadow guards arched their hands and didn't say hello.

In front of them, Ji Xuan restrained his smile, clasped his fist politely, and then entered the garden.

He came to an attic and said respectfully, "father, national teacher."

The attic door opened automatically, and inside came a mellow and gentle voice: "come in!"

Ji Xuan crossed the threshold and entered the lobby on the first floor.

The candlelight is bright, the curtain is low, expensive knitted lichens are laid on the floor of the lobby, four legged golden beasts are placed on the table, and the sandalwood is curling up.

The middle-aged man in the purple robe sat in the big chair and looked at Ji Xuan solemnly. This was his seventh son, the seventh son who didn't do his job.

"Father

Ji Xuan didn't look askance, bowed his hand again, and yelled.

Then he looked at the white clothes behind the low drapery and said with a narrow smile, "national teacher!"

The middle-aged man in Zipao said slowly, "the spirit of the Dragon vessel has been destroyed, and the foundation of Dafeng has been cut. It can be predicted that the Central Plains will be in chaos."

Ji Xuan said with a smile:

"congratulations to my father and national teacher. It will be a great career."

Sitting in white, silent.

The purple robed middle-aged man shook his head and said with regret: "although the dragon vein is destroyed, the Qi has not been taken out."

This..... Ji Xuan showed the color of surprise, gave people a gentle and intimate face, showed a little serious, said: "the national master himself, can't it?"

The white clothes behind the curtain "Hey":

"not only failed, but almost died in the capital. I've never underestimated prison, but I underestimated him. "

Hearing the speech, Ji Xuan's eyes narrowed. Even the national master almost died in the capital. You can imagine how fierce the fight was at that time.

What the National Master said about him was the container in the capital, his cousin Xu Qi'an?

What did Xu Qi'an do? According to the meaning of the national teacher, he seems to have made a big fall on him.

The cousin, who was born as a container, has always been concerned. No, to be exact, they are all concerned in secret.

Ji Qian, the legitimate son of the family, is jealous because he has been paying attention to it. He actually provokes and causes trouble on the pretext of traveling. As a result, he is killed by Xu Qi'an in Jianzhou.

Xu Qi'an's talent is well known, but it's unbelievable to say that he can destroy the master's plan and make him nearly lose his head.

The white clothes behind the curtain sighed: "he has three grades, and he has known my identity for a long time, so he has a layout in secret. He joined hands with JianZheng, and no one in the world can count them

San pin..... Ji Xuan, who is more gifted than his own son Ji Qian, squints his eyes and tut two times: "my cousin, I'm afraid he's the first person in Kyushu. Tiger father has no dog son."

Sanpinwufu in his early twenties is unique among his peers in Kyushu.

The middle-aged man in purple robe said, "his cultivation is sealed by the magic nail, and his road to martial arts has been cut off."

Ji Xuan nodded and looked at the white clothes in the curtain.

Xu Pingfeng said: "among the Buddhists, the only one willing to untie him is durohan, but it means that he has to enter the Buddhism and shape the Buddha's body, and all are empty.

"In addition to Buddhism, the only one who can untie the magic nail is Shenshu. He should be able to look for Shenshu's body, which is bound to conflict with Buddhism."

Ji xuansong commented: "it's a pity."

The purple robed middle-aged man looked at him and said in a deep voice, "xuan'er, I'm calling you here for a test."

Ji Xuan bowed: "please make it clear."

The purple robed middle-aged man said slowly:

"the spirit of the Dragon pulse disintegrates and disperses into all parts of the Central Plains. You don't have to deal with the rest of the scattered dragon Qi, but there are nine dragon Qi which are very important. You go to the rivers and lakes to find the people who live in the nine dragon Qi and accept them.

"Of the nine, four were killed, five were left, and five were brought back to Qianlong city to enhance our spirit. Four people with a large array of refining, supplemented by blood Dan, help you step into the third gradeAs he spoke, the middle-aged man in purple robe took out a red sandalwood box from his sleeve.

Ji Xuan's eyes fell on the box, and it was hard to move away.

The middle-aged man in purple robe opened the box. On the yellow silk, there was a dark red pill, the size of an egg.

"Five hundred years ago, one of our ancestors was severely damaged by Emperor Wuzong and left when he was dying. It is a shortcut to promote the fourth grade to the third grade, but only those with great fortune can bear the blood pill.

"The national master calculated that the four Dragon Qi are enough for you to refine the blood pill and promote you to the third grade."

Although the blood pill is precious, it's not difficult to get it as a top power with enough information. Besides the three grades of martial arts, refining creatures can also get the blood pill.

The difficulty is that if Sipin wants to take the shortcut of swallowing Xuedan, he will almost die.

Either you are the third grade, not afraid of the blood pill backfire, but can enhance your own Qi and blood; or you have great qi movement, and qi movement adds to your body, so you have the hope to carry the backfire.

The representative of the former is Zhenbei Wang, while the representative of the latter is Xu Qi'an.

Of course, Xu Qi'an not only has great fortune, but also has double insurance after a little transformation of Shenshu's essence and blood.

Ji Xuan took a deep breath, his hands trembled slightly, and said in a loud voice:

"the child will live up to his father's expectations."

What he received with both hands is not only a huge gift, but also a kind of inheritance.

Although his father never appointed an heir, Ji Qian, as his eldest son, is recognized as the most powerful competitor. His brothers are ready to fight secretly.

Father gave him this test, this brocade box, what it means, self-evident.

After Ji Xuan took over the brocade box, he suddenly felt something was wrong and pondered:

"the spirit of the dragon vein is very important. Although I have confidence, I don't think it's safe enough. Why don't you do it yourself?"

The white clothes behind the curtain said faintly: "I've been attacked by Qi luck. I'm seriously injured. I need to shut up and recuperate."

Ji Xuan didn't ask more, and said:

"Ji Xuan understands."

Purple robed middle-aged humanist: "I will send several experts of Keqing hall to follow you to search for the spirit of dragon vein, and set out in three days."

"Yes

Ji xuandao.

The purple robed man waved his hand. When Ji Xuan went down, he looked at the white sorcerer and said, "Ji Xuan is superior to other common people in talent and talent. What's more, he knows how to keep a low profile. No matter what he's thinking, it's a long way to go if he can do it. "

The magician in White said, "he is also the most famous of your sons."

The purple robed middle-aged man squinted: "you have already chosen him?"

The warlock in white closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

With a sandalwood box in his arms, Ji Xuan left the attic, shaking his head and sighing, "this thing is really hot."

After walking for a moment, I met a girl in a purple skirt. Her green silk was like a waterfall, tied with a purple silk ribbon, simple and elegant.

"Seven brothers!"

Purple skirt girl with a reserved smile, said: "mother, please go over, have something to ask you."

"Aunt looking for me?"

Ji Xuan pondered for a moment, squinting: "OK, please lead the way."

PS: push an old devil boy's book: tomorrow's fire robber. The setting is very interesting. The old devil boy's brain hole and level are guaranteed.