Luoyang is the ancient capital of the former dynasties, and the prosperity of the past can be seen today. Since the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, it has been expanded, so the established capital of Chang'an, and Luoyang is used as a subsidiary of the eastern capital. Today, the saint likes the scenery of Luoyang, and this time he went to Luoyang to live and moved the ministers and government affairs over. The security near the imperial city is naturally very strict, and ordinary people are not allowed to approach.

Dusk, an alley.

The three or five black shadows quickly walked out of it, shook their heads with another group of people, and went to another place to investigate.

At the entrance of the major government offices and post stations, a large number of strange hawkers appeared, including men and women, old and young, all of whom had one characteristic: their eyes were not good, and they kept scanning the passing crowd. Not to mention the vicinity of Shangyang Palace, there are people in the rivers and lakes on the third floor and the outer three floors, and everyone is searching for a portrait of him.

The twilight is vast, the fishing fire is shaking, and the last glimmer of the sunset has hidden its light.

Feng Wuxian pretended to be a drunk man with a broken hat and staggered around, hooked a pot of wine, and walked along the riverside, wanting to take a sip at night in the river. It was raised to his lips and smiled, the master had explained, he drank and made a mistake, he could only drink tea, why did he forget it. So he threw it to the side, and it was all sprinkled on the road. Look at your fingers, the bones are distinct, it seems that there is still a gentle and smooth touch on them, and a faint fragrance that you can't grasp, as if you are holding not a wine bottle, but a beauty's thin waist.

A beloved Lingxiao sword was clenched in his left hand. Just now, I saw that all the key points in the city were the eyeliners of the various major sects, and they had set up ambushes and waited for themselves to take the bait, so I couldn't imagine that even an ordinary gatehouse was their people. I don't know if Lu Dao's own division also sent people to respond.

The inn where I stayed since yesterday can't live, and it's hard to get out of the encirclement, and it seems that the major masters are very interested in their package.

This time it came out, it was really nine deaths. After the sect's brothers and sisters made every effort to investigate, they finally got the last secret map, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor not only has the terrible swordsman "Overlord Sword" Yan Hengqiu and "Absolute Sword" Li Hongsu, but also the crazy mausoleum monster - the Big Dipper Star Monarch is guarding inside, and finally defeated them, but found that "Yan Huanglu" is highly poisonous, and he almost died on the spot! Thanks to the fact that he had already practiced the supreme blood recovery skill of Shu Mountain, Cuncao Chunhui, he was able to pick up a life.

"Senior brother! Dare to ask the front, but Senior Brother Feng? ”

He turned around in surprise and saw two young men dressed in Shushan following behind him, a little kind-looking.

"Sure enough, it's a big brother! Let's find it! One of them came over and patted him in surprise.

"You are? ......" Feng Wuxian frowned, he usually followed Liu Feiying to practice in retreat, he was his last disciple to close the door, and he was not very familiar with these senior brothers outside.

"We are the second generation of disciples, and it is the head of the sect who asked us to answer you!" As he spoke, the two of them showed their waist cards, which were engraved with their names. Their founding ancestor is the famous Taoist priest who once predicted that the fate of the Sui Dynasty was only thirty-seven years - Qi Hui, Liu Feiying is his first generation disciple, so Feng Wuxian is the second generation. Originally, Liu Feiying had a very talented son, Liu Yichen, who was the first senior brother, who was expelled from the door because of breaking the precepts, and then he was taken by the wind without a trace.

"It turned out to be two junior brothers!" Feng Wuxian felt relieved and made a move. "I wonder where the other brothers are now?"

"Uncle Mu and Aunt Ning are waiting for you at the post station, and our Master Wu and Uncle Li will also bring everyone to join us immediately, and we are ready to escort Senior Brother to Shangyang Palace together."

It turned out that in order to protect "Yanhuanglu" this time, the world-famous "Five Heroes of Shushan" all went down the mountain, but now it should be changed to the Four Heroes of Shushan, because Liu Yichen was expelled from the division. The uncles and aunts referred to here are Mu Fengchun, "Chunmu Sword", Ning Wan'er, "Xuanshi Sword", Wu Shoucheng, and Li Jinghong, the son of the "Red Gold Sword", Li De Award.

"Then bother the two junior brothers to lead the way." Wind Traceless nodded.

"Senior brother, please!"

When he was escorted to the bottom of a restaurant, he heard a Buddha call: "Amitabha!" The one who came is a Shushan hero, and there is no trace? ”

A bald little monk descended from the upper floor, a wide purple monk's robe fluttering, and a string of round sandalwood Buddhist beads settled in front of their eyes.

"Amitabha, the wind benefactor, the poor monk is short, today he has the courage to make a fate!" He smiled and looked up, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and was full of alcohol. turned out to be a wine and meat monk.

Feng Wuxian raised his eyebrows: "What, you Shaolin also want to rob it?" ”

"No, no, the poor monk is just on the order of Master Mingchen to retrieve the secret treasure of the temple, the Yijin Sutra, if the wind donor can cede it, it is the best."

Seeing Feng Wuxian with a disdainful face, he put his hands together, used a Shaolin stick to cross the road, and smiled bitterly: "Donor, the master's life is difficult, see that my Shaolin is near here, it is a matter of not grabbing the cheats of this sect, and you can't get by saying anything." The poor monk will not prevent you from handing over the emperor's list, and you don't want anything else, as long as Feng Daxia promises to return the "Yijin Sutra" to my Shaolin. ”

"What if I don't say yes?" Just kidding, desperately grabbing the secret treasure was left by him with a word, who did this kind of loss-making business.

"I'm sorry, then forgive the poor monk for offending!" With a short swing of the stick, the monk's robe flew into the sky, revealing the well-developed muscles of his body. There were a lot of little ladies in the back who were blushing and screaming.

One trick is a stick to drink, and the wind is sealed in place without a trace. The wind did not leave a trace and only felt a buzzing in his ears, and he felt dizzy. It seems that the internal strength of this little monk has reached perfection and has been perfected. These days, if it weren't for the recurrence of internal injuries and lack of strength after being chased by martial arts masters for several days, it would not be difficult to get out. Dozens of tricks walked through and was pointed to the acupuncture points on the chest without paying attention, and spit blood in the mouth.

"Big brother!" The wind and rain knife threw a look at the wind and rain building. Fengyu Xiaolou immediately said: "Senior brother, it's better for the two of us to resist him for a while, and you go back to the post station to meet Uncle Shi first." Otherwise, other sects will be surrounded and they won't be able to leave! ”

"No! You don't have enough skills. The wind fought with the bitter short without a trace, and took out a cloth bag from his arms and threw it over: "Remember that it is poisonous, don't open it!" ”

"Senior brother, take care!" The two junior brothers got the package and ran away without even a shadow.

"Amitabha! If it weren't for the injury of the donor, the poor monk would have to ask for a few more tricks. Ku Short saw something running away and immediately stopped. The two of them rushed to the post station one after the other, and found that there were no Shushan disciples at all.

Wind Traceless slammed his fist to the ground!

"Amitabha! It turns out that the two of them are not your junior brothers? The monk's noisy voice sounded again.

"Traitor, these two guys who betrayed the sect are going to be brought back with a thousand knives, and they should be executed by Ling Chi!"

The figures of the wind and rain knife and the wind and rain building in the distance suddenly shook. Undercover, undercover, is it easy for us to go undercover in Shushan for so many years!