Yang Haohui and Mo Meng don't mention it for the time being, everyone has something to do during a rare holiday.

On February 5, 619 in the Yuan calendar, the Western Metaverse, the Wulu Night Shrine.

A high mountain in the deep forest, the name of the mountain is "Senpin", which means "the top of the city-state of the forest". In the same sense, the height of the mountain is the highest in the Western Yuan, the mountain is steep, and the cliff wall is close to right angles to the ground. Starting from the bottom of the mountain, the stone steps of the grass and trees lead directly to the top of the mountain, and there is a behemoth palace with green tiles and red doors. Because the situation is extremely high, the clouds are shrouded.

The castle is firmly cemented by a towering bluestone wall, and in front of the hall is a courtyard with a small bridge and a babbling mountain stream. There is a weeping willow on both sides of the bridge, the willow leaves are slender like the eyebrows of a girl, and every inch of the corner reveals a quaint and lonely beauty. The only thing that doesn't match it may be the seven white stone jade pillars that stand around the palace in the courtyard. Six of them have been cracked and worn to varying degrees, and only one is still in good condition. But it has also been slightly weathered, and the crumbling stone crumbs will slide down from time to time, like hanging down the old man's hair. Even if there are countless challengers, no one has ever analyzed the true meaning of these seven stone pillars, and they are only regarded as the palace lord's favorite old things and collect them for fun.

This palace is not located in any province, because this mountain and one palace are a separate province.

The mountains are not high, the water is not deep, the key is to have immortals and dragons. The reason why this palace can make the Western Metaverse and even the Middle Metaverse so polite is naturally because of the master of heaven and earth.

One of the Four Emperors, Yefan Muse.

Today, the Wulu Night Shrine is exceptionally quiet, and on weekdays, the white jade arch called the "Broken Mind Gate" that makes countless people daunted must be crowded with people coming and going, shouting and shouting. I don't know how many powerful elementals are eager to rise to prominence through the first battle and win the crown of the "Four Emperors", which represents the strongest combat power in the Tian Yuan Realm. I don't know how many people, after feeling the desperate difference in strength, knelt on the ground in front of this gate and wept bitterly, and since then they have broken off the idea of fighting again or even continuing to practice. The reason why it is called "broken thought" is because the name is as it is used.

A man and a woman stepped on a thin layer of snow and climbed the last stone staircase, looking at the white jade arch in the distance.

The man was dressed in a moon-white robe, with high boots on iron soles, and his face was slightly old but still handsome, but the grass on his head was not growing, so smooth that it could even reflect slightly in the sun. The woman has silver hair and red eyes, and is wearing a silver tight-fitting cheongsam, outlining her already charming figure more concave and convex.

You can guess it, a thousand machines and night sounds.

"You two, you're here very early this year. A low magnetic voice came from inside the Broken Mind Gate, followed by an old man dressed in feather weaving walking slowly. Haori's left sleeve was empty, because the arm there was gone.

The two hurriedly bowed down, and their tones were respectful: "Grandpa." ”

In the Night God Palace, even if you don't respect Ye Fan, you must not neglect the etiquette of this one-armed old man. With the age of the two of them, it is not an exaggeration to call this old man "grandpa". The old man has no name and no surname, and he is the housekeeper of the Night God Palace. I heard that he has served the Night God Palace for more than 500 years, in other words, he has survived from the time of the first Otohime.

From the beginning to the peak, from weak to rich and strong. This old man seems to be a living guardian spirit or ghost, who has witnessed the rise and fall of this ancient hall, and witnessed the replacement of one master.

"Qianqing Yinqing is too polite. The old man smiled gently, and the white teeth were missing from the exposed white teeth. He is in his last years, and he is no longer what he used to be. But it can be seen that he must have been very handsome when he was young.

"Don't dare, you should. The two of them spoke in unison, lowering their bodies.

Not old, he and Yeyin were both sincerely grateful and respected the old man in front of them. When the two eloped with deep love, if it weren't for the old man's best help, even if Yeyin forced a thousand machines to die, it would be impossible to completely retreat. When the Dream Soul School Palace was first built, it was also this old man who helped him with all his personal property. It can be said that without him, there would be no Dream Soul Academy today.

"The host has been waiting for a long time, the surrounding grounds have been cleared, and there will be no disturbance today. The old man stepped out of the way.

Thanks again, Qianji and Yeyin passed through the door of broken thoughts that made countless people yearn and countless people bent their waists, passed through the two cypress willows in the middle of the road, and crossed the small and delicate bridge. Looking ahead, his steps were steady, but he didn't rush into the temple gate, but stopped in front of the seven white stone jade pillars.

Qianji took out seven dragon tendon incense sticks and placed them in front of the seven stone pillars in turn to light them. The stone pillar is erected around the center of the circle around the shrine of the night god of the five laws, and he also walks around the palace with the placement of incense. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, his expression was solemn, and Yeyin followed behind him, standing a stick of incense and bowing. The dragon tendon is a rare good incense in the entire Tianyuan Realm, and the smoke flutters into the air and does not disperse, dissipating in the vast clouds and mist.

Until Qianji came to the last one, that is, the only intact stone pillar. The seriousness on his face was suddenly broken, he picked the corners of his mouth, seemed to be smiling instead of smiling, and pretended to put the last incense on the face painfully.

A loud slap in the back of the head, hitting thousands of machines with ringing in both ears.

"People are okay, what are you putting on?

"Half cut into the ground, congratulations in advance. Qianji rubbed his head and muttered, "Don't break it, one is quite expensive, keep it for next time." ”

"Flim Flam. Yeyin snorted coldly.

"You said the same thing last night, but you seem to like it. Qianji made a "slightly" tongue shape.

"Dead. "The night is happy.

"It's all over. Qianji took out a pot of wine and drank it up, threw away the flask casually, and his frivolous gaze slowly froze on the Night God Palace, "It's time to go and be beaten." ”

The heavy palace door was slowly pushed open, and a place that could not have been more familiar came into view.

Empty and clear, as always.

It's like the clearing outside the Broken Mind Gate, and the inside of the Night God Palace is also clean. Tables, chairs and benches were cleaned up, and the empty lobby was empty, except for the green glazed floor tiles that shone slightly in the thin light from the windows. Rows of white candles are neatly arranged around the walls of the lobby, and the candlelight encircles a wide square space, like a martial arts competition in a martial arts novel.

Spotlessly clean, simple and timeless. The only thing that is still there is only one side of the Huangmu Tea Sea, which is quietly located on the upper side of the lobby. Two white gauze curtains hang on the bluestone wall behind it, and there is an organ coat of arms in the center of the stone wall.

"It's still the same. Qianji sighed, "That old woman likes to make the house like a funeral." ”

Yeyin is too lazy to take care of it, Qianji is like this, and the beam of the knot is not a day or two, and Yefan has to tease him for everything. Anyway, if you can't beat it, you can't miss the pleasure of talking.

Her eyes stopped at the girl in the center of the lobby, the girl in the blue silk cedar was quietly sweeping the floor, with silver hair and a little purple sand on her forehead, as if she didn't see these two uninvited guests.

"Night Feather. Nightshade greeted softly.

The girl's hand movement stopped, and she raised her eyes to look. The color of the eyes is extremely light, light and transparent. There is no trace of pyrotechnics, and there is no emotion, like two mirrors that only reflect foreign objects.

"Hello, Deputy Master. Night Feather spoke, her voice flowing like a clear spring, but her tone seemed to have been flattened by a knife, without a trace of undulation.

"And me, say hello too. Qianji pointed to himself.

Night Feather ignored him and continued to sweep the floor with his head down.

Qianji shrugged his shoulders and turned his head to look at Yeyin: "It's still as cold, why don't you take her to our school palace." According to the old woman's teachings, such a big girl who is like a flower and jade will be ruined. ”

As soon as the words fell, a hoarse voice came from the corner of the lobby: "Who do you say has no way to teach?"

The steady candle flame swayed slightly, and Qianji, who was originally lazy, instantly tightened like a bow. If he had hair, every single one of them would have stood up.

The soft voice of "Dudu" came from the corner of the lobby, and the old woman in a green robe with a slightly hunched back gradually walked out of the shadows. It wasn't footsteps, the beep came from a zither in her hand. With one end in his hand and the other end on the ground, the old man actually used the zither as a crutch.

Silver hair, red eyes. Although she is already old, the two characteristics of the old man that are the same as Yeyin have perfectly shown her identity-

Under the dust, above 10,000 people.

One of the Four Emperors, Yefan Muse.

The already quiet hall of the Night God Palace was even quieter at the moment when the old man appeared, and the needle drop could be heard, and everyone could even hear their own heartbeat clearly. It was clear that he hadn't done anything, just being there, and Ye Fan's aura had already filled every corner.

Where the sound is located, there is no room for noise

Ye Fan leaned on the piano and sat down after walking to the sea of tea. Ye Yu, who had been silently sweeping the floor, finally made a move and walked to the side of the tea sea with paces. Boil the water and scald the cup, wrap the teacup with a silk silk, and respectfully serve a pot of tea, and every step is tightly matched.

"Master. Night Feather bowed.

"Go down, you don't have to sweep the ground anymore, it will be dirty in a while. Ye Fan waved his hand.

"Understood. ”

Night Feather exited the lobby, leaving the three of them staring at each other. In fact, it is not accurate, Ye Fan squinted slightly to taste tea, and only occasionally the corner of his eye would look at Ye Yin. As for Qianji, that power should be a monkey with eyes and gritted teeth.

"Old woman. Although his legs were still spinning, Qianji still screamed with courage.

"Noise. ”

Qianji didn't dare to say anything more.

"Sister. Yeyin, who has always had a sharp tongue, felt a little dry and said dryly.

"How was this year?" Ye Fan asked softly while holding the teacup.

"Good. ”

"No one bullied you, right?" Ye Fan's gaze drifted to Qianji's body.

"No, he ...... Everyone treats me very well. Nightshade replied with her head down.

"Is there any progress? or the ninth order?"

“...... Be. ”

As if sighing lightly, Ye Fan shook his head: "If you don't learn, you can't do anything." “

Yeyin's head is lower, and she can reply to anyone, but it is difficult to speak in front of her sister.

"Hey, hey, hey, old woman, are you finished?" Qianji turned sideways to block the night sound behind him, "We're here to fight, not to chat!"

"Noise. Ye Fan seemed to him to always be these two words.

After a thousand machines, I couldn't open my mouth again.

"But that's right. Yefan said, "Some people ...... It really should be hit. The deadline is 50 years, and this year is the 27th year, which means that this is your twenty-seventh challenge, and I hope you will grow a little. ”

She put down the teacup, walked to the sea of tea with the piano, and whispered, "Let's go together." ”

There's no need for too many pleasantries, it's just a once-a-year cutscene. As Qianji said, they came from a fight, and he and Yeyin are not Yefan's brother-in-law and sister now, they are challengers.

A ...... who challenges his divine power and talent Mortal!

Another pot of turbid wine in his hand, thousands of machines raised their heads and drank dry. He is no longer the boy who shouted heads-up back then, and time has smoothed out too many edges and corners. To this day, he actually feels scared in front of Ye Fan, and every time he challenges him, his fear deepens. So he would drink, like the pot in front of the stone pillar. There's nothing to shy away from, he needs wine to be emboldened.

But.

Some mountains had to be climbed. Some walls had to be hit.

Qianji held Yeyin's hand and squeezed it, Yeyin's hand was cold, and she was even more afraid of her sister. But as the temperature came from the palm of her hand, she barely lifted her spirits. Looking at Qianji's side face, she smiled. A cigarette pops into your mouth and you smoke it extremely deeply, and the cigarette burns out in a matter of seconds.

"Isn't it a heads-up?, are you sure you're on it?" asked Qianji.

"Both of them are wearing combat uniforms, what are you pretending to be polite?" Ye Fan said in a light tone, "Beat you two, it's easy and happy." ”

Powerful purple light and gray smoke erupted at the same time. There was not a trace of qi, this was the precise control of their own power by the two of them, but the white candles around the edge of the hall were silently extinguished.

"Changqing!" The first to do it was Yeyin, a pair of tuning forks fell into her slender jade hand, it was her Yuanwu.

The long legs flicked, and Nightshade charged forward. The people in the ghost class had never seen Ye Yin go all out, and the only time they fought head-to-head did not use the Yuan Technique. Of course, it is not clear that what Yeyin is best at is not to create illusions with spirit, and that kind of little trick is difficult to achieve in a battle of this level. She is a ninth-order characteristic sound elementalist and is best at fighting...... It's hand-to-hand combat!

It's not for nothing that Qianji is afraid of guilt, and if you cut off the Yuan Technique and Spirit, Yeyin can twist him into a twist with one hand.

To be continued......