Zhongnan Mountain is not far from Chang'an.

There is a peak in Zhongnan Mountain, which is called Emperor Stepping Peak.

The view is beautiful.

At dawn the next day, the clouds and mist on the peak of Emperor Ta gradually dissipated, and on the peak, an old building complex was gradually revealed.

This complex resembles a Taoist temple and a nunnery.

From the top of the peak, more than a dozen ancient halls of different sizes were built.

On the south side of the peak, on the edge of the cliff, there is a small courtyard.

There are more than a dozen old osmanthus trees inside and outside the courtyard, and in the courtyard, there is a half-old wooden house with long hay on the roof.

A cold woman dressed in black with an indifferent expression came out of the house with a scoop of corn.

As soon as she appeared, more than a dozen gray pigeons flew out of the dozen or so old osmanthus trees inside and outside the courtyard.

As soon as the gray doves flew over, they landed on the ground like a flock of chickens waiting to be fed by their masters, and gathered in front of the cold woman.

The cold woman did not speak, but sprinkled the corn in the scoop on the ground in front of her one by one, and let the gray pigeons scramble for food.

At this moment, a flying gray pigeon pierced out of the thin cloud in front of the cliff, like an arrow, attracting the attention of a cold woman who was feeding a dozen gray pigeons on the ground.

The gray dove was very similar to the group of pigeons on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the gray dove that came out of the clouds flew in front of the cold woman.

landed firmly on the gourd scoop in the cold woman's hand.

The cold woman's gaze fell on the gray pigeon's right leg.

A small thin bamboo tube is tied to it.

There was a secret report from the bottom of the mountain...... The cold woman was silent for a moment, and silently untied the small bamboo tube from the gray pigeon's right leg.

Then, with a shake of the gourd scoop in his hand, the gray pigeon flew to the ground on its own, and fought with the same kind of people for food.

The cold woman poured the last bit of corn from the scoop into the flock of gray pigeons in front of her, turned around and entered the wooden house.

When she entered the house, she put the scoop in her hand on the stone mill at the door, and when she entered the house, she quietly sat down at the coffee table in the window, and a wooden tray was placed on the coffee table.

There is a purple sand teapot on the tray, and four small purple sand cups.

The cold woman didn't move the teapot or the cup, she didn't rush to pinch the small bamboo tube.

When the small bamboo tube is pinched, it cracks into three petals, revealing a small roll of white paper inside.

The roll of white paper was about an inch long and rolled to the thickness of a cigarette.

The handwriting inside can be faintly seen.

The cold woman did not speak, her expression did not change, her hands and ten fingers moved lightly, and after a few clicks, the white paper was completely unfolded, revealing the contents of the paper.

"Master of the Nunnery: The little emperor worshipped Blood Kunlun as a teacher last night, please ask the master of the nunnery to instruct how to deal with it."

In just two dozen small words, it made the cold woman frown, and her indifferent expression disappeared immediately.

After a moment's hesitation, she got up and walked briskly out of the cabin.

When she just walked out of the courtyard door, a simple and unpretentious sheathed long sword, Huo Ran flew out of her wooden house, automatically flew to her left hand, and as she was walking forward, she held the sword in her hand with five fingers in her left hand.

From beginning to end, she didn't look back, nor did she use her hands to draw the long sword.

The sword, like a living creature, caught up with its master.

For such a vision, the dozen or so gray pigeons in the courtyard who were pecking did not seem to be aware of it, or they were all used to it.

Not a single one was so frightened that it flew away.

The pecking action did not stop at all.

…… Ten minutes later, the cold woman came to the gate of an ancient nunnery on the top of the Emperor Peak, and reported to the nunnery in the same cold voice as her: "Master, there is important information coming from the mountain. ”

"Is it Qingying? What important information is coming from Yamoshita? Come in and say! ”

A gentle woman's voice came from inside the hermitage.

"Yes! Master. ”

The cold woman named Qingying answered and walked into the nunnery.

I saw a plump woman in a white plain dress sitting on a futon with a dust whisk in her hand, and about three meters away in front of her, another white futon was empty.

After Qingying came in, he walked straight there, knelt on the white futon, put his left shuriken next to the futon, and presented the small note with both hands.

The woman was beautiful.

The body is plump, the skin is white and shiny, and he sits there cross-legged with a bun, like a living goddess.

After the cold woman came in, this beautiful woman kept having a shallow smile on her face.

At this time, she quietly took the note handed by Qing Ying, and looked at the content of the paper with smiling eyes.

As she finished reading the message on the note, the smile on her face faded little by little.

"Blood Kunlun, you actually became the little emperor's master?"

Qingying knelt in front of her with her waist straight, without saying a word, waiting for her decision.

This beautiful woman is none other than the owner of Cihang Jingzhai's generation - Yan Weiru.

What is Cihang Jingzhai?

There is the "Cihang Sword Codex" that is as famous as "Heavenly Demon Strategy", "God of War Catalogue" and "Longevity Formula".

There used to be a fairy-like character - Dini, as well as a number of strange women such as Fan Qinghui, Bi Xiuxin, Shi Fei Xuan, Yan Jing'an, Jin Bingyun, Qin Mengyao and so on.

They take it as their mission to save the fate of the common people in the world, and assist the British lords who have the ability to clean up the troubled world and rule Kyushu.

They always suppress the unity and rise of the Demon Gate.

If it weren't for their constant suppression of the Demon Gate, with the fact that there are many masters of the Demon Gate, whether it is the rivers and lakes or the court, it would have been all in the pocket of the Demon Gate.

To put it simply, Cihang Jingzhai is the natural enemy of the Demon Gate.

They take the elimination of demons as their own responsibility and pursue the well-being of the common people in the world.

But now, Yan Weiru and Qing Ying, the two masters and apprentices, suddenly received news that His Majesty the current emperor had worshiped the master of the Demon Gate, the Demon Master Blood Kunlun, as his teacher.

What a bolt from the blue?

Although the little emperor is not yet in charge of the government, as he gets older, his biological mother and grandfather will definitely return to him little by little the rights that should belong to him.

Until then, if he still respects Blood Kunlun.

At that time, the common people in the world will be in trouble, and Cihang Jingzhai will also face the catastrophe of annihilation.

"Master, how are we going to deal with it?"

Qing Ying saw that Master Yan Weiru didn't speak for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Yan Weiru thought about it for a long time before she smiled bitterly: "So far, we can only cut off the masters of the Demon Gate as soon as possible, otherwise, with the power of the Demon Gate, combined with the power of Blood Kunlun in the future, sooner or later we will be able to unify the two factions and six realms of the Demon Gate." At that time, the rise of the Demon Gate will be unstoppable, and no one will be able to control it, and we can only delay their rise in the future by taking advantage of the fact that the two factions and six realms of the Demon Gate have not yet been unified and their forces have not yet swelled, and try to cut off as many of their disciples and masters as possible. Alas! Blood Kunlun is at the side of the little emperor, and we can't stop their rise. ”

After a pause, Yan Weiru said to Chen Qingying: "Qingying, you go down the mountain!" Now that you have cultivated to the realm of sword god selflessness, if you want to cultivate to the realm of sword heart enlightenment, you still have to enter the world to cultivate. There are some of your uncles and sisters at the foot of the mountain, and they will assist you in dealing with the two factions and six realms of the Demon Gate. ”

"Yes! Master. ”

Chen Qingying agreed, then got up and walked outside the gate of the nunnery.

When she was about to go out, Yan Weiru's voice sounded behind her: "Qingying, for the teacher, it is up to you to be the saint of your generation!" ”

Chen Qingying's footsteps stopped at the door, and then after answering "yes", he continued to walk away without looking back.

…… The next morning, in reality.

Yang Zhen got up early, washed up, cooked a bowl of green vegetable noodles and ate it, and went out to take a taxi to the station exit of Zhonghai City.

Qian Mei called him last night, saying that she was coming to Zhonghai with her brother today, and asked him if he had time to pick them up at the station?

Yang Zhen promised Qian Xiaolan to take care of their diet and daily life in Zhonghai, so it was naturally difficult to refuse.

Unexpectedly, the two siblings didn't know what to think, but they actually bought a midnight ticket and arrived in Zhonghai at about 6:50 in the morning.

Yang Zhen had to get up early in the morning and hurriedly arrived at the exit of Zhonghai Railway Station at 6:40.

What Yang Zhen didn't expect was that he was in such a hurry, and when he arrived at the exit of the station, it was still a little late.

Qian Mei and her brother had been out of the car for more than ten minutes.

"Hello, hello! Welcome to China Shipping. ”

When they met, Yang Zhen tried to make himself more enthusiastic, lest they tell Qian Xiaolan or Qian Xiaolan's family when they went back that he Yang Zhen was not enthusiastic and did not take Xiaolan's good friends in his eyes.

Yang Zhen enthusiastically stretched out his hands to shake hands with them, but he didn't expect Meizi to behave well, Meizi's younger brother actually rolled his eyes, and his palm just touched Yang Zhen's outstretched hand, even if it was good.

"Did I offend your brother?"

When leaving the exit to look for a taxi in front of the station, Qian Mei's younger brother Qian Jun strode ahead, with a backpack diagonally on his shoulder.

Yang Zhen felt a little inexplicable, and didn't understand why this kid seemed to look at him Yang Zhen unpleasantly when they met for the first time.

So he walked next to Qian Mei and whispered this question in her ear.

saw Qian Mei smile apologetically at him and replied, "I'm sorry, Yang Zhen." My brother doesn't have a good temper, so bear with me. ”

Not very good-tempered?

Yang Zhen is even more strange, his temper is not very good, so he looks at me unpleasantly for no reason?

I'm here to help him for free...... So Yang Zhen asked again: "Why did he do this to me?" Did I offend him somewhere? ”

Qian Mei shook her head with a wry smile and said, "Don't take it to heart. He's such a person. When he got off the train just now, he didn't see you waiting for us at the exit of the station, so he got angry. Actually, he was still a child and didn't understand. Yang Zhen, don't blame him, okay? ”

Qian Mei said so, can Yang Zhen say it badly?

However, in his heart, Yang Zhen is really a little angry.

When he arrived at the exit just now, he looked at the time displayed on his phone.

Six forty-one.

A few minutes earlier than they said to get off the bus and not late.

It was they who got off the bus earlier than promised.

Can he be blamed for being late?

What kind of character does this kid really think he is?

When he looked at the kid's back again, Yang Zhen didn't have a good impression of him in his heart.

I really don't know what to do.

Kindly came to the station to pick them up, and he actually put up a score.

(To be continued)