In the city lord's mansion of Luoyu City, in the center of the splendid palace sits a middle-aged man wearing a feather crown and a red robe who is not angry and arrogant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Below him, a man dressed in black stood stiffly, bowing his head and trembling and saying something. The middle-aged man interrupted lightly, "So you guys haven't found anything for a few months?" After hearing this, the man in black lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "It's the incompetence of the subordinates, so the subordinates will expand the scope of the search, and they will definitely arrest Mu Yuncheng and the child within a month and sacrifice them to the Lord." I only heard the middle-aged man hum lightly, and waved his hand to signal him to go down.

The dense clouds in the sky were blown away by the breeze, leaving only thick and warm cotton-like clouds, and the sun hung obliquely in the western sky. In the slightly humid air under the sun after the rain, the number of farmers in the green fields gradually increased, and everywhere were busy figures and shouts carried by the distant wind. One by one, flocks of birds, they picked up the petals of the flowers that had been knocked off by the wind and rain from the ground and flew away.

He Yitian walked slowly in the red spring mud, and he didn't know what it was like for a while. Somewhat...... Thankfully, but more often than not, there is a blank fear of the road ahead. I really want this road to go on like this, and there will be no end to it. But how can there be no end in the world? …… Even if there is, I'm afraid it's just an invisible, nameless, subtly changing "Tao".

In the west of the town, over a few low mounds, He Yitian came to a small stream, where there have always been few people, and there are more bamboos and willows along the river, and the grass and trees are lush and lush.

When He Yitian is upset, he often comes here alone to find peace in his heart. Find a clean rock along the river, sit and lie down, listen to the wind in the bamboo forest, look at the clouds that sometimes float leisurely, sometimes fly hurriedly, and feel that you have reached the transcendent realm of "walking to the poor place of water and sitting and watching the clouds rise".

Lying on the rocks where he often lies, the boulder is like an old friend, and the slightest coldness enters the bottom of his heart through his body. I was really sleepy, so I took out a raw potato from my bosom and nibbled and lay down and thought about it by the river. Thinking about how to get the secret technique from the "canon". Don't think about it, just use the "exemplary" means of beating Lao Jin, isn't it in vain to go by yourself? To learn from a teacher, not to mention that he has no food to stay here again, it seems that there is no possibility with the temperament of "exemplary". Take the immortal cultivation method yourself to change? This...... I'm afraid it won't work, if he has a bad heart with his "exemplary" skills, isn't he a sheep in the mouth of a tiger? Alas, it seems that I can only give up, and set off early tomorrow morning to try my luck in Luoyu City, maybe there will be another chance.

Thinking like this, He Yitian unconsciously gnawed a raw potato in his hand, got up and walked to the river and squatted down slowly, when he was about to dig some water inlet, he found that the originally clear river water was shining in the sun, and there was a faint purple hairspring in the reflection.

Curious, He Yitian raised his eyelids and looked upstream against the river. I saw a man in a green shirt more than a dozen zhang away, his hair was tied up with a bamboo hairpin, but he fell face down in the river, so he couldn't see his face. However, after He Yitian saw it, his soul was up, his scalp was numb, and cold sweat flowed down, only to feel a chill down his back, and he vomited out all the potatoes he had just eaten. It turned out that the man was completely dead from the bare hands, ears, and the bruised, festering skin of part of his face. He Yitian was frightened by this sudden scene without being prepared in his heart.

He Yitian leaned his back tightly against the rock, leaving no gaps. Although the boulder is still cold, it can make He Yitian feel at ease. After settling down and resting for a while, he slowly stood up, looked around, and when he was sure that no one was there, he boldly walked towards the man's body. He didn't run because he had seen dead people, and he had not only seen them, but also buried them with his own hands, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

When he walked, his feet were soft, and when he saw that it was the potato he had just vomited, He Yitian's heart instantly ran over 10,000 alpacas. He scolded in his heart: "TMD, I scared the master when I died, if I didn't pick up your skin today, how could I soothe my master's weak heart." His scolding was like a justification for his next behavior, and it seemed to be emboldening himself.

He Yitian carefully searched the corpse inside and out, up and down, with a branch, only to get two purple packages and a waist tag, and hurriedly left here after making sure that there was no one around.

He Yitian went around a long circle, and finally found a cold spring, and after a good wash, he dragged his empty and tired body to the east gate of the town when the yellow sun gradually sank in the west and the night fell. Here he could see his home from afar, and his excitement and joy were overflowing, but the next moment his smile froze on his face and slowly disappeared. Because he saw the "model" walking towards the town with a black face, he thought that the old man had been at the door of his house for an afternoon, but he found nothing. He Yitian hurriedly turned around and walked towards the town again, feeling a burst of joy in his heart. After watching the old man pass, he returned home.

The waist card is made of a metal whose name he does not know, it is jet black, very light in the hand, slightly warm, and the front is engraved with two red characters of "Qingjun"; There is a mist-shrouded mountain carved in the middle of the back, slightly convex and quite three-dimensional, and there is a "four" character engraved at the foot of the mountain. The waist card is hollowed out into a plum blossom pattern on all sides. He Yitian looked at it and didn't know what it was for, so he put it close to him.

casually opened a purple package on the right hand, which couldn't help but make He Yitian's eyes light up. I saw that there were three rolls of bamboo slips and a sheepskin map, and the three rolls of bamboo slips were the Thousand Layer Fist, the Six Ways Ling Xuan Gong, and the Taiyi Sword Technique, of which the Thousand Layer Fist is a secular martial art, and the Six Ways Ling Xuan Gong and Taiyi Sword Technique are two kinds of secret techniques practiced by immortal cultivators. The sheepskin map is a map of Yuling and several provinces near Yuling, and Qingshui Town and nearby villages and towns are also marked on it, which is not undetailed.

When He Yitian casually opened another package and saw the contents clearly, he couldn't help but smirk, but he actually cried with a smile. It turned out that there were two low-level spirit stones inside, there were more than a dozen huizi worth a hundred taels of silver, and some broken silver, as well as two delicate small porcelain bottles, one bottle was some yellow unknown pills when the cap was opened, and the other bottle contained only an unknown vermilion pill, with a strong medicinal fragrance. He Yitian carefully put away the pills, huizi, spirit stones, etc., and put them close to him, and went out of the door with some broken silver and walked towards the town.

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