Zhang Yijian told Zhao Qianjia that the assessment and grading are not as simple as they seem, and they are not perfunctory by showing a few hands.

What is the ultimate goal of the Forbidden Immortal Alliance? He asked this question solemnly, quietly waiting for Zhao Qianjia to answer.

Forbidden Immortals and Exterminate Buddhas? This is too superficial, Zhao Qianjia thought with a frown. If you really want to talk about the indifference of theocracy, in comparison, it seems that the monarchy is not much better, the theocratic monarchy is inherently in conflict, and the monarchy and the civil power are not?

In today's modern society, the monarchy is no longer in power, and its conflict with civil rights is naturally not so obvious. But theocracy is different, it still exists in a corner of the world, but after thousands of years of people's struggle and evolution, it is no longer on the table.

The people of Li are all ants, and the strange power is superstitious, and the two most extreme directions, which are good to die and immortal, have been tested by both sides, but the results are not pleasing to both ends, but countless resources and energy are wasted on useless life and death.

Want to find a compromise? With the urine sex of the two groups, it's really a dream!

When Zhao Qianjia thought of this, he was already a mess. Where can such a complex and esoteric question be sorted out by him with a fledgling little blank paper?

Zhang Yijian laughed, looking like he knew that you couldn't think clearly, and said: "It's better to think all day long, than to learn in a moment." When you deal with this kind of thing a lot, you have a scale in your heart, and then you will know what is fair and just, as long as you have a measure. ”

Zhao Qianjia was noncommittal, but he was really powerless to refute. But the mind that was stuffed here somehow faded, after all, in the colorful world outside, he had only left footprints in Wudang.

With the recommendation of the Wudang Guanzhu, he can take the task without the need for the alliance assessment, which is the benefit of Genzheng Miaohong, saving a lot of cumbersome processes.

With mortal-level strength, the level of tasks that can be contacted is naturally not too high. Zhang Yijian took Zhao Qianjia and chose a low-level normal task called "Yijin Ghost" in the playful eyes of the staff.

There are ghosts in brocade, and they move at night.

Zhao Qianjia has that wooden sword, so naturally he no longer needs any weapons to be around. Zhang Yijian held back a smile and said that this kind of low-level task, nine times out of ten, there is no need to fight, kill and kill, what do you do with weapons?

But ghosts, this kind of thing, which big living person doesn't commit a stumbling allusion? The allusion of the brocade nocturnal walk, Zhao Qianjia can recite it backwards, but after all, it is the first time to come into contact with this kind of supernatural thing, he does not know the mystical method, and second, he does not have the strong force like Zhang Yijian, and it is not ashamed to say that he is afraid.

The Clothed Ghost is the scientific name given to this thing by the Forbidden Immortal League. The real ghosts are all gloomy and evil, and the so-called clothes and brocade ghosts are the same, but they are not classified as harmful because of their special nature.

Zhao Qianjia was alone, carrying a wooden sword on his back, and according to the mission guide, he came to a city called "Ningcheng" near the south of the Yangtze River.

Ningcheng, also known as "Jinling", is a city with a deep historical heritage. The long history means that it has given birth to many magical existences, and many supernatural monsters like to take root and lurk in this ancient city, and they like to look for the things left over from the past of the city, because it means chance.

Zhao Qianjia walked around here and saw that it was different from Wudang, lacking a bit of ethereal fairy chivalry, but there were more comfortable mortal fireworks. Not only that, but what is very different from the mountains and seas is that the rich atmosphere of life is blowing in the face, the high-rise buildings with an undisguised commercial style, and the streets where people come and go, which is very lively.

The ghost has a hobby and likes to be around successful people. In the records of the Forbidden Immortal League, this kind of ghost thing is almost harmless, but its character is extremely stubborn, and when it recognizes a certain kind of style, it will not look back, and the business elite, champion students, etc., are the objects it likes to accompany.

They are also known as "erudite ghosts", and this kind of existence, which can interpret the rise trajectory of the accompanying object, is often some rather rare shining point.

And taming a clothed ghost means that there is a good chance of understanding the meaning of these shining points. It's vain to say, for example, a business elite who made a fortune with a keen sense of the market and perseverance, then these two shining points will be what the inheritor obtains, the pure ideological inheritance, that's all.

Whether or not it can be used is up to the individual.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Qianjia stood on top of the tallest building in the city, not alarming anyone, just quietly observing.

As one of the first-tier cities in China, the prosperity of Ningcheng is needless to say, in the middle of the night, there are still people and cars, only some remote corners where the lights are out of reach, there will be some abnormal scenes occasionally.

Zhao Qianjia has not cultivated any Taoism and Xuanfa, and being able to reach the top of this building is the benefit of Wudang's twenty years of cultivation. With the naked eye, even if he can detect some supernatural things, it is difficult to delve into them, but fortunately, the existence of clothed ghosts belongs to the legal category, and they do not need to hide their whereabouts except in front of mortals.

Ning Cheng, the ghost in brocade, has been some years, and it has long passed the period of tracing its origin, and it no longer matters who and what it was during its lifetime.

For the Yijin ghost, a long year means that it has been in contact with more people, even if it is accidental or inevitable, it has been passed down by people, and it does not affect the richness of its collection.

Dressed in a high crown, with its head held high, it walked in the streets and alleys of the city as usual, and ordinary people were invisible, but in the eyes of Zhao Qianjia who fell on a high place, its face looked like a puff of gray mist, which was a little terrifying.

Zhao Qianjia silently observed for two hours, and was blown into a trance by the wind from a high place, and determined that this ghost was really not a fierce person, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the two finally met, the ghost in brocade stood still very appropriately, his clothes fluttering, cloudy and windy, and the dim light of the street lamp was quite weird.

When did the river bank see the moon at the beginning of the year?

That scene, time flies year after year, and it flickers in front of Zhao Qianjia's eyes.

There are spring blossoms and autumn fruits, and Ruixue harvest years;

There are soldiers and wars, and peace with the prosperous times;

There are gods and demons, and heaven and earth are desolate;

When I opened my eyes, I saw a gray and misty face, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and had no anger.

Zhao Qianjia had a deep doubt in his heart, and was about to speak, but he saw that it raised a sleeve, the cuff was filled with gray mist, made a hand shape, and put it to his mouth, which was a "shhhh

Silence...

The ghost thing continued to hang forward, passing by Zhao Qianjia without a sound.

The latter blessed the soul, followed gently, and no longer bothered.

There are ghosts dressed in brocade, walking in the city at night, following them, without saying a word.

The night in Ningcheng was as quiet and peaceful as ever, except that there was one more young man, who seemed to wander aimlessly in the streets and alleys, silently.