Penglai.
Zhang Jiuling, head of Penglai, is meditating in the room with Fuchen in his arms. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, heavy rain fell, and the windows crackled. Zhang Jiuling opened his eyes, got up from the futon, went to the window, propped up the shutters, and looked into the distance.
Zhang Jiuling's room is located on a rather high terrain, and when viewing the scenery from the window, there are no obstacles in front of him. On the contrary, he can see all the mountains and forests of Penglai Xiandao. If you look farther away, what you see is the endless sea.
The window was opened to the east. Zhang Jiuling saw the lightning flickering from time to time, and heard the sound of thunder and rain. His calm face gradually became solemn, and he sighed softly for a long time: "The heavy rain suddenly came, enveloping the mountains and seas, Can the mountain people avoid it?"
From time to time, a young voice sounded outside the door, "Master, there is an urgent report."
Zhang Jiuling said calmly, "Come in."
The one who entered was Zhang Jiuling's disciple, who ranked second among the disciples of Penglai's generation. Now that the eldest disciple Zhang Yunhe has gone to Laizhou, it is this second disciple who is now taking care of the daily affairs of the Penglai Taoist sect.
The second disciple went to the room and stood still with his hands tied, and then he said without haste: "There is a vision in the Taoist Temple of Duosao Mountain."
Hearing the words of Duosan Mountain, a strange look flashed across Zhang Jiuling's eyes. It was a place he didn't want to mention, because there lived a person in that place that Penglai Daomen didn't want to mention, but the more he didn't want to mention it, the more he The more it shows that this person is not simple.
Zhang Jiuling looked as usual: "What kind of vision?"
"It is reported that in recent days, there are often clouds and mists on the Duossia mountain, and the aura fluctuates extremely strongly, but our people can't see clearly what is in the clouds and mists, but only faintly perceive it. It seems that there is an image of a dragon coming out of the sea." The second disciple said in a deep voice.
Zhang Jiuling's eyes changed slightly: "Dragon going out to sea? What is that man doing?"
The second disciple hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The man on the Duossia mountain had a rift with me in Penglai. Back then, he was respected by the master and left. He lived in seclusion in the mountains all these years, and there has been no disturbance, but the disciple I always feel that this person will not be content with mediocrity."
Thinking of the past events, Zhang Jiuling looked worried. It was not a pleasant memory for him. He pondered for a moment, then snorted coldly: "So what if you don't want to be mediocre, your own cultivation has not improved, and the two disciples you have trained are also qualified. Pingping, how can you compare with my family's young master? Is it possible that he still wants revenge?"
The second disciple asked tentatively, "What does Master mean?"
Zhang Jiuling came to the window, pondered for a while, and said after a long time: "Now is the critical period. King An is coming aggressively, and he wants to make waves in Pinglu. All the energy of my Taoist sect is devoted to subduing this evildoer. Although Duosao Mountain is not enough We have to worry about it, but we can't just sit idly by, it's time to move the pawn we arranged."
The second disciple's complexion changed, and there was a look of fear in his eyes. Now he even spoke cautiously: "Master, what do you mean, let the uncle take action?"
Zhang Jiuling had already made up his mind, so his mood calmed down. He said flatly, "It's better to kill by mistake than let it go."
The second disciple frowned: "Yes."
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Although the Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time and looks dilapidated, it has always been clean and tidy. If it weren't for this, it would be nice to be able to guarantee that you don't get sick if you live in a sloppy environment, let alone cure diseases and save lives.
However, ever since Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang left the Taoist temple, the inside and outside became dirty day after day. It stands to reason that a person's range of activities is not large. In less than a month, it will not make the Taoist look unsightly, but all of this was done by the brown-skinned old man.
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The brown-skinned old man didn't care about these things. For him, after Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang left, he was still able to guarantee that he would not be hungry. within range.
With his arms around his waistband, he ran out from the hut outside the courtyard wall, bowing his body. In the heavy rain, the brown-skinned old man took a look at the unrecognizable vegetable garden, and shivered involuntarily.
This neat vegetable garden that Su Emei has been serving for more than ten years now looks like it has been arched by a wild boar. A lump, but there is no coherent one.
"If Xiao Nizi sees this, she must drag out the kitchen knife from the kitchen and chase me down." When the brown-skinned old man said this, he clearly had a tone of lingering fear, but there was a flower-like smile on his face. , I was a little proud.
A flash of lightning fell, illuminating the wretched appearance of the brown-skinned old man. After a while, he raised his head, glanced at the dark sky, and lazily said: "What's the purpose of the thunder? It can't kill me. What is the use."
The brown-skinned old man looked rascal, and kept muttering, not knowing who he was speaking ill of. At this time, his stomach made an untimely rumble, and the brown-skinned old man remembered that he had only eaten a meal today, which made him instantly turn into a bitter face, looking extremely aggrieved and uncomfortable.
"Hey, let's go get some food. You can't go to bed hungry." The brown-skinned old man walked down the wet path, slipped into the vegetable garden, picked a handful from east to west, and plucked one from the other, picking and picking. He also stepped on a piece of it, and from time to time Nunu muttered, because he disliked the fact that the green vegetables were not fat enough.
When he was about to enter the door with a large handful of vegetables in his bag, there was a sudden rush of footsteps in the nearby woods, and then a voice sounded: "Master Dao! Master Dao!"
The brown-skinned old man took a closer look, first he smiled, and then he looked surprised.
It was the hunter who often visited the Taoist temple and brought some spirits and game from time to time to satisfy the brown-skinned old man.
Counting it, the brown-skinned old man has known him for many years, he is the person he is most familiar with besides Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang, and he is usually very kind, but now he saw the other party stumbling out of the forest, brown Pi Laodao rushed to meet him.
"What's the matter? How did you come out of the woods, you black people?" asked the brown-skinned old man, carrying green vegetables in his bag.
"Oh, don't mention it, it's all because of the sudden heavy rain. I fell in the forest and was chased by a wild boar. I almost lost my life!" Orion walked out of the forest, looking very embarrassed, his body was covered with mud With scars and messy hair, "I can't go down the mountain tonight, and I was chased to this neighborhood, so I just wanted to stay here for a night with the Taoist priest."
The brown-skinned old man curled his lips, with a displeased expression on his face: "So there is no wine? It made me happy for nothing... Forget it, come in, I was just about to pack some food."
"Daozhang, you are too snobbish, aren't you happy if you don't have wine in your relationship?" Orion came to the old brown-skinned Taoist, and joked very warmly.
The brown-skinned old man laughed and said, "It's just a fly in the ointment..."
Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, because a sharp white light had already flashed from Orion's hand, and reached the brown-skinned old man's waist in an instant. The instant brightness clearly outlined Orion's quiet and murderous eyes. .
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The light of the lightning made the swordsman standing in the courtyard look not only extraordinary, but also mysterious and terrifying.
Wei Nianci watched Wei Shinan offer the hero post with both hands, and a ridiculous thought suddenly flashed in his mind.
Father took the hero post and handed it to the Penglai Daomen, so will the Tsingyi Yamen who posted the post anger the Wei family and break into the mansion in the middle of the night to kill us all
This absurd idea seemed bizarre, but it actually appeared in Wei Nianci's mind very naturally, and as soon as it appeared, it spread uncontrollably, and Wei Nianci's hands and feet were cold in an instant.
She couldn't help but think of the scene in the restaurant in the small town. The seemingly gentle and harmless young man in the black robe faced Xu Xianjian's provocation and her calculations. Hit the hand.
But the more this happened, the last slap Xu Xianjian slapped her seemed to be extremely powerful and unacceptable.
If you think about it from another angle, Xu Xianjian was injured by the opponent from the very beginning, or she was driven away by the opponent arrogantly from the beginning, then even if the subsequent encounters were more unbearable, she would not feel so unacceptable, right
If this was the case, Wei Nianci's fear of Mr. Xuanpao would not be as deep and hard to dispel as when he recalled it afterwards.
Especially on the way back, when she heard more rumors about Tsingyi Yamen, Wei Nianci's fear of Mr. Xuanpao became more and more serious. She knew very well that dogs that really bitten viciously would not bark.
It is very possible that she walked around the gate of hell without knowing it.
So from the beginning to the end, is the young man in Xuanpao, who is calm and expressionless, more terrifying than the aggressive Taoist in front of him? If this is the case, isn't the Tsing Yi yamen behind the Xuan Pao son more worthy of fear
In a trance for a moment, Wei Nianci cried out: "Father, I can't give them the post! I can't offend the Tsingyi Yamen!"
Wei Shinan's hands froze, and he turned his head to look at Wei Nianci in confusion.
He was puzzled for just a moment, but he soon felt the murderous intent of the Taoist in front of him. He couldn't help shaking his hands, and hurriedly shouted angrily: "Shut up! Who told you to talk?!"
Being scolded by Wei Shinan, Wei Nianci came back to his senses.
Only then did she realize that her back was already icy cold.
It turned out that her fear of that Xuanpao son had already reached such a deep level.
Wei Nianci was in a trance for a while.
"You should thank her for her words. Because without her words, today's Wei family would be miserable."
Just as Wei Shinan turned his head, he suddenly heard this voice, and immediately froze there.
Not only was he stunned there, but the Taoist Penglai in front of him was also stunned.
That sentence was obviously not said by a Taoist.
The person who spoke stood outside the door.
It was a person leaning against a pillar in the corridor, holding a knife in both hands, and wearing a bamboo hat.
Raindrops are dripping down from the bamboo hat.
And in the courtyard outside the corridor, at some point, there were already several people dressed in the same clothes.
Not only in the courtyard, but also on the roof.
These people are dressed in the same way.
Tsing Yi, bamboo hat, with a knife.
Wei Shinan was very familiar with the outfits of these people.
Because tonight, he had already seen each other once.
Tsing Yi yamen!
The Taoist in front of Wei Shinan turned around and saw this scene, his expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are the Tsingyi Yamen? What do you want to do?"
"What are you doing? It's very simple." The man leaning on the pillar slowly drew his sword out of its sheath. His voice was always calm, without the slightest fluctuation, just like heavy rain, without emotion, but when the long sword was drawn out of its sheath, He moved suddenly, and his plain accent was instantly full of gold and steel: "Kill you!"