But this firework suddenly froze, and the flowers blown up by the brilliant meteor were dyed with a layer of gray hue, as if time was frozen, and it froze.

Everything is reversible, and time cannot be moved.

"Although a lover needs to be new to be interesting, friends are still good to be old. ”

In the gray tones of the sky, a witty voice sounded. Then, the sound of square heads stepping on the ground echoed throughout the square, and I saw a middle-aged man holding a folding fan slowly walking out of the door of the main hall, Yan Li couldn't help but lose his mind, because this person was like a mature version of Lian Hai Changjin.

It's not about looks, it's about verve.

The difference lies in the fact that there is more precipitation of the years that Lianhai Changjin does not have, just like a pot of flowers carved over the years, drinking the lips and teeth fragrant;

Yan moved and said, "Thank you for the rescue, dare to ask Your Excellency ......"

"Friend of Changjin, I can't die without help. The man who looked like Lian Hai Changjin smiled at Yan Li.

"You're going to stop this seat from killing?" said the masked old man coldly.

The man arched his hand to the masked old man, and said with a smile: "The predecessors are 'standing on the wall', 'the height is not cold', and there is no reason to be angry; ”

Yan Li had vaguely guessed the identity of this person, but when he heard him call this old man a "senior", he immediately set off an uproar in his heart.

The old man said: "It depends on whose Tianwei it is, you are determined to protect him, so you will take this seat, if you don't die, you can spare your life!"

"The three of you stand back. The man waved his hand to Yan Li and the three of them, and when the three of them retreated to the edge of the square, he said to the old man, "Ask the seniors for their best moves." ”

The old man snorted lightly, and the gray hue shattered like a mirror, the heavens and the earth returned to their original colors, and the huge fireworks continued to bloom, and the dazzling light enveloped the Zen courtyard in an instant, and no corner was missed.

Yan Li involuntarily closed his eyes, only to feel that his whole body was burning, his qi and blood were surging, and it was hard to imagine what kind of pressure the man in the center of the fireworks was under.

The man's smile did not change, but suddenly he became more depressed, as if he could not let go of something on his mind, and gradually turned into a gloomy. When he laughs merrily, his surroundings are gloomy, but when he is gloomy, his surroundings are extraordinarily vibrant.

Vitality has transformed into countless varieties of flowers blooming wantonly, and their blooming seems to be comforting the man, hoping that it will be happy, so they merge into the murmur of a warbler and a swallow.

Yan Li couldn't help but open his eyes, and the scene in front of him gave him a clear understanding of the words of the imperial physician Li Wei;

The old man in the mask suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had come to the top of the man's head, and he stood in the air, pressing down on his palm, and countless particles of light converged in his palm, but the aggregation of countless particles of light produced a terrifying mutation, becoming a darkness completely opposite to light, as if another heavy night was coming, full of destructive atmosphere.

The man smiled gloomily and lonely, put away the folding fan, and pointed at the old man in the mask, and countless varieties of flowers converged into an ocean current, rushing towards the dark night again, like the light of hope that hit the shackles of darkness.

Rumble!

Wumen Mountain suffered an unprecedented tremor, and a large number of temples were destroyed by the aftermath, and the endless stream continued. Shen Liuyun turned his true qi and blocked the two of them behind him, his face was slightly pale.

The battle between the sea of flowers and the dark night lasted for a long time, and Yan Li couldn't see the situation in the field at all, and could only vaguely feel that the two sides seemed to be evenly matched.

Finally, the strong impact gradually stopped, and when Yan Li opened his eyes again, only the figure of a man was left in the square, and the old man in the mask had disappeared.

Shen Liuyun walked towards the man first, made a standard salute, his posture was straight, and he arched his hand: "Thank you Lianhai Zhuang Master for making a move, otherwise I will be more than lucky." ”

"Ahem......"

The figure of the man known as the owner of Lianhai Village shook before he stood still, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, but he still smiled and said, "I heard about the affairs of the Zen Temple, and it also happened to be the meeting. I have accepted your thanks, and it would be better if I could make a pledge in person. ”

His tone is witty and funny, not only will it not be annoying, but it also dispels the sense of strangeness at first sight, like an old friend who has known each other for many years.

This person is the owner of the first village in the world, Lianhai Borong, the father of Lianhai Changjin.

Yan Li walked over, arched his hand, and said, "Senior is injured?"

Lian Hai Borong said: "It's not in the way." That man actually doesn't want to kill you, and for the sake of my 'hard work' at this level, he has already shown mercy to his subordinates. ”

"Who the hell is that man?"

However, no one answered this question for a long time.

After a long time, Shen Liuyun spoke: "He is the ghost saint Yang Youyun. He is the only one in the world who can come and go freely in heaven like a bird. It turned out that he was not dead either. ”

Yan Li was surprised: "Isn't it recorded in the cultivation book, you must reach the seventh realm before you can fly in the sky?"

Lian Hai Borong said: "He is an exception. There is no need to check now, the murderer who slaughtered the Zen Temple must be a ghost saint. I have been friends with the Zen master for many years, and I was supposed to help him, but now that his whereabouts are unknown, I am alone to face the ghost saint, and I am also more than capable of helping. ”

Shen Liuyun said gloomily: "Don't you know that the owner of the village is dead." ”

"What?" Lian Hai Borong was taken aback, "When did this happen?"

Shen Liuyun said what happened and covered up Wang Yuanlang's matter.

Lian Hai Borong sighed deeply: "I haven't seen it for many years, but I have been separated forever, woo hoo and mourn......"

After a pause, he said: "The ghost saint will not slaughter the Zen temple for no reason, the plan must not be small, two little friends, it is good for you to know this matter in your heart, it is best not to get involved in it, so as not to attract the disaster of killing, if you see Xiao'er, be sure to convey it on my behalf." I want to go back to the village first, avoid the same tragedy, and say goodbye. ”

"Farewell. ”

It is not easy to figure out the motives of a character like the Ghost Saint.

On the way back to the city, Yan Li thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a reason.

Shen Liuyun said: "Have you thought of a way?"

"What?"

"How do you explain this to Sister Futu. ”

"Straight to the point. ”

"You don't think about her feelings?"

"I believe that laymen will not be so vulnerable. ”

Yan Li turned around and said: "Then again, why do you think the Ghost Saint is doing this, he has been hiding for so many years, and the first thing he did when he returned to the human world was to kill people, didn't he force the insecure people to unite against him?"

"Maybe there's a reason to have to do it. Shen Liuyun said, "No matter what he is for, you give me a little peace, and after conveying the truth, we will go back to Yongling." ”

After returning to the inn, they went to rest, and the next morning, Yan Li got up early in the morning, and after practicing as usual, he came to the courtyard to dance the sword. If you don't dance for three or five days, you feel rusty, but when you find the feeling, someone breaks the tranquility of the morning.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan is here?"

Yan Li heard that it was Lian Hai Changjin, so he responded: "What's the matter?"

Lian Hai Changjin really walked in from the outside and said with a smile: "Brother Yan is really diligent, and he said that he was afraid of disturbing your dreams, which is really good." ”

"I'm looking for you, too. Yan Li said, "But you should say it first, why are you looking for me?"

Lian Hai Changjin was stunned for a moment, and then said: "That's the case, Old Lady Xiao wants to invite people who are traveling west to the banquet this time, and Brother Yan and Shen Jiaoxi are also on the list; it is said that it is necessary to decide the management rights of Xiaomen at the banquet, and whether to give it to the imperial court or not." ”

"What does that have to do with me?" Yan Li said in amazement, "How long has Yang An been here, and why hasn't he talked about it yet?"

"It may be related to Li Jiming...... Lian Hai Changjin said cryptically, "Li Jiming is not alone, although the Li family is attached to Xiaomen, they are also a wang family in Youzhou, and they may want to ask for an explanation about Li Jiming's death." ”

Yan Li frowned and said, "Is this what Xiao Yueming means, or is it the meaning of the Li family?"

Lian Hai Changjin shook his head and said, "Brother Yan may have misunderstood Old Lady Xiao, this time it was really not that he deliberately embarrassed, the Li family has a family master who cultivates the true realm, and he also has the right to speak in the Xiao Sect." ”

"Then let them come. Shen Liuyun pushed open the door and said lightly, "I want to see what the head of the Li family has." ”

Lian Hai Changjin smiled bitterly and said, "I'm just reminding you two not to be careless." By the way, what is Brother Yan looking for me?"

"We went to the Liulin Zen Monastery last night," Yan Li said, "and met the ghost saint Yang Youyun. ”

"Ghost Saint?" Lian Hai Changjin's face changed slightly, "I am afraid that there will be a major disaster when this person reappears in the world." ”

Yan Li said: "I also met your father, who saved us from the hands of the ghost saint." ”

"Father is here too?" even Hai Changjin was stunned, "He, is he okay?"

"I've got a slight injury, don't worry. Yan Li said: "The ghost saint slaughtered the Zen Temple for some reason, your father was worried about the safety of the villa, and rushed back, let us inform you, don't worry about this matter anymore." ”

"I, I know. Lian Hai Changjin looked worried.

Yan Li smiled and said, "Don't be narcissistic, your villa has nothing good except for the golden ticket, how can a ghost saint be such a transcendent person, how can he take a fancy to those mundane things." ”

Lian Hai Changjin couldn't help but smile: "Brother Yan's way of comforting people is really special. ”

Yan Li shrugged: "I'm just telling the truth." ”

Lian Haichang thought for a while and said, "Although what Brother Yan said is right, I still want to wait for the banquet and go back to the villa overnight, can Brother Yan escort Xiao Boshu back to Beijing on my behalf?"

Yan Li calculated, and found that the period of July 15 was approaching, and a trip back and forth to Yongling might not be able to catch up with the appointment of Baiyang Palace, and after knowing the truth, Pranyo Futu might not be willing to return to Yongling, so he was a little embarrassed.

"No, it's not good, Miss She, Miss She ......"

At this moment, Koharu ran in from outside in a panic and said breathlessly, "Miss, she's dying, you guys go and help me see her!"