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There is no shortage of small countries in Yunze, but if it is compared with these two big giants, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is dwarfed, and the gap between them, riding a horse to the Linjiang capital in the center of Yu State, can be understood at a glance by the people of the world.

Just after the second day of February, Linjiang, a giant city of the majestic domain, is full of purple and red, especially now there is a big rain sprinkled with beans that don't want money, and it is a pity that the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, and the bluestone road is full of paper umbrellas rotating, and no one goes to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the capital.

Mencius, dressed in black, now walks at the feet of the Son of Heaven of the Dayu Dynasty, and when he looks up, he can see the majestic palace walls that surround the palace, which is a place of power that is even more fascinating than the competition outside.

How many people have studied hard for more than ten years, just to sharpen their heads and squeeze into it, go to the solemn palace in the depths of the high wall to guide the country, and personally decide the rise and fall of this dynasty.

Meng Ziyuan just went straight to the east of the palace with a calm expression, without stopping at all.

The place he was going to was even more mysterious than the palace that ordinary people were afraid of.

This place is the high-ranking officials and ministers who can enter the place of worship of the Ten Thousand Dragons, and they may not have the qualifications to enter the side door of its side hall, even if they are powerful and powerful, if they do not have the Holy Decree, they cannot step into half a step.

This place is called Daonomiya.

There are countless heavy soldiers guarding the main gate, looking at the dark and fashionable middle-aged man in front of him, the two rows of heavy soldiers in brocade clothes who used to have a calm face and a stone sculpture all year round were all moved, showing a respectful look.

Meng Ziyuan finally propped up the Jiaoshou Dragon Staff he was carrying on the ground and raised his head.

If the Imperial Palace is the lifeblood of the mortal world, this is the holy place where all cultivators who are dedicated to destroying demons and defending the path and cherishing the world are fascinated.

There is about 30% of the size of the palace here, there is a passage directly connected to the solemn palace at the side door, there are high walls on both sides of the passage, leading directly to the Tiande Palace, the emperor's resting place, and the main gate is handled by the guards, and only some people who wear special clothes or hold tokens can enter and exit.

There is neither Qingbi painting eaves nor white jade glazed carving, but only the depth and magnificence of three thousand years of inheritance, as well as the vast clouds and mist like the holy land of the immortals, and the infinite coercion connected with heaven and earth.

One of the two most mysterious divisions of various official ranks in Dayu country, the pavilion of the Xuantian Division.

Dao Palace.

Meng Ziyuan, the elder of the pavilion, is like a black dragon returning to the sea, like entering a no-man's land.

When he came to Si Ge this time, the first thing he had to do was to meet someone.

This person is not only at the top of the behemoth of Xuantian Si in terms of status, but also has cultivated to the last realm of Xuanzhen, and also stands at the peak of the world's monks.

Only those nine Heavenly Saints in the world could steadily overpower him.

Master Wang.

In the room, the sword weapon is horizontal, Mulan is the building, the surrounding walls are full of pure heart broken spells, the ground is carved with a nine-headed hideous, inky blue body of the deer [note] demon beast, there seems to be a little bit of blood on it, exuding a ferocious power that makes people palpitate, this is not an ordinary beast, but the demon clan represents the very noble bloodline of the deer, but now it is regarded as the symbol of their Xuantian Division, representing the peaceful and fair, bright world, the world's monks in the mouth of the hedgehog green shirt, refers to the members of their Xuantian Division.

Master Wang has been sitting in Yu for more than 200 years, and now this man whose real name is no longer known to the monks in the world is looking at him with his hands in his hands at this time, wearing a silver-white long hair shawl, but his face does not look old, he looks like he is in his thirties, his eyes hide the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, standing in front of him, he only feels very awe, and he doesn't dare to take a breath, after all, his killing breath, but he has pacified countless demon rebellions, and he is dyed with mountains of corpses, how not to teach people to have a numb scalp?

Even Meng Ziyuan, an innocent Pavilion Elder, couldn't help but bow his head tightly in fear, and said softly: "There is a Knowing Realm Demon Cultivator in Huaiyang City in Yizhou who has revealed traces of horses' feet, and after killing one of our fellow Daoists of Xuantian Division, he fled in the direction of Tianshui City, which is a bit unusual. ”

Master Wang's lips moved slightly, and he muttered softly: "This matter is not trivial, and it has to be taken along." ”

Xuan'er, he seemed to think of something, "Elder Meng, Yizhou Tianshui City is not far from Bulao Mountain." ”

Meng Ziyuan bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

"The Yulan Sect is on the Ageless Mountain?"

"Yes."

Wang Si raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and then asked, "The Yulan faction that Chongyunzi is in charge of?" ”

"Yes."

Master Wang didn't ask any more questions, raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside the window, and the torrential rain continued.

Meng Ziyuan vaguely understood why this man, who had already stood at the highest point in the Xuantian Division, suddenly lost his temper.

The Yulan Sect is not an ordinary sect, it is a vein of incense left by the Immortal Innocence Immortal in this mountain, in the Yunze Continent, no matter what era the cultivator hears that the Immortal Heaven as the end point of the ascension is difficult to keep the wind calm, especially after the great tribulation of the cultivation world three thousand years ago.

After the catastrophe, the passage between the immortal heaven and the Yunze mortal realm was almost cut off, and no one had heard of the news of the ascension of the person for three thousand years, and the three characters of the immortal heaven became more ethereal and ethereal, and it also seemed more and more lofty and sacred in the minds of the monks, not to mention the Shangqing Palace, which was once able to have direct contact with Immortal Heaven.

The power of the Yulan faction can be seen from this.

However, what is really moving is not the 3,000-year-old heritage of the Yulan faction, but Chongyunzi, the head of the Yulan faction's generation.

This person is not only the top Dao True Monarch among the three orthodox holy lands of Xuanmen, but he is also one of the very few people who is expected to obtain the inheritance of the Heavenly Sage.

It's just that, in Mencius's view, Chongyunzi had not yet been born when the head of the Wang Si was guarding the position of the head of the Yu State Xuantian Division, and now he has built two hundred years of great achievements, Chongyunzi has finally broken into a prominent reputation, compared with him, he is obviously just a young junior, if he hears that the almost transcendent Dao True Monarch like Broken Sword, Lu Ding, Wuxin Daoren and Bei Menghan have such a reaction, he can still understand it, if it is Chongyunzi, he feels that he thinks too highly of the other party, of course, he does not dare to say these words.

There was silence, except for the sound of pouring rain outside the window.

The cold wind blew in, and Meng Ziyuan also sensed a bit of coldness, and finally couldn't help but ask carefully: "Chongyunzi is there, do you still need our Xuantian Division's manpower to go over?" ”

Master Wang glanced at him and said calmly: "Go, you have to go." ”

Elder Meng was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask more, he just bowed his head slightly, waiting for the next order.

To his surprise, this Wang Master, who had always been concise and resolute, patiently explained: "As far as I know, Chongyunzi has been traveling for six years, and he has not returned to the sect yet. Yizhou is the hinterland of Yu Country, and now there is a demon cultivator who is at least in the Mingqi realm, which is very worthy of vigilance, and the demon clan has also begun to move recently, no matter how cautious it is in the eventful autumn, it is not too cautious, in case something happens, it really disappoints the favor of the Heavenly Sage, so our Xuantian Division naturally has to be conscientious, and this matter must be explained anyway. ”

Hearing the words "Heavenly Sage", Elder Meng's face was solemn, revealing a solemn and awe-inspiring expression, even if he heard "Your Majesty", he would not be as moved as he was now, after all, although the emperor of the human world has the spirit of the emperor and the dragon king and his height is extremely noble, he is still only a mortal body, and the heavenly sage Lord is a mortal true immortal who is in charge of the ups and downs of the common life, the two are difficult to compare, he bowed his head and said: "I have been taught." ”

It seems that because this matter involves the relationship between Chongyunzi, at this time, the master of Wang, who should have issued an expulsion order, continued to say to himself: "Although he is already a true monarch of the Dao, he has only cultivated the Tao for more than two hundred years, but in just a few years, he has accepted two disciples in a row to find a successor, and he is even more anxious than me, an old man who is half old and immortal, which is very intriguing." ”

Meng Ziyuan had looked through the dossier submitted by the Xuantian Division in Yizhou, and had a few re-glances at Chongyunzi's two disciples, but what he wanted to know more at this time was another question: "Master, Chongyunzi should be the cultivation of Xuanzhen's second realm now, right?" ”

Master Wang shook his head slightly.

When the Pavilion Elder was even more disappointed to think that he had a high opinion of Chongyunzi, the man with long silver hair said lightly, "The Third Realm." ”

Meng Ziyuan's hand trembled slightly, and he said after a while: "If this is the case, then it is really a little strange for Chongyunzi to accept disciples at this time." ”

Wang Sizhu said: "Chongyunzi just can't be guessed with common sense. By the way, does Xuantian Si have any records about his two disciples? ”

Meng Ziyuan nodded and said, "Chongyunzi has successively accepted two disciples, a woman and a man. The female disciple Nangong Yurou who received it first is extremely talented, and the Shangqing Palace, which is the head of the orthodoxy of the Xuanmen, is the top, as for the disciple Su Zhuo who received it later, it seems that there is nothing special, the only thing that can be praised is that the six-year-old quenching realm is complete, but today, ten years later, it seems that he is still lingering in the early stage of the Ning Yuan Realm. ”

When Master Wang heard the name Su Zhuo, he was already accustomed to seeing the wind and rain in the world, but a little strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes, but this scene was not noticed by Elder Meng, who was tightly buried in his head, and he said lightly: "That's it, this matter will be left to you to handle." ”

ps: 獬豸 is pronounced as xièzhi.