Minister Yao's attention to Zhao Qianjia made Ye Guhong a little confused.

The consumption rate of Mo Yinghua can at most show that Zhao Qianjia is a potential talent, and there can be no more, but Minister Yao's somewhat contradictory attitude is obviously not an ordinary attention.

This made it a little difficult for Ye Guhong to do, he was secretly hidden, and the traces of Zhao Qianjia fell from afar, and the two of them walked through the streets and alleys of Ningcheng in the middle of the night, quiet and weird.

The ghost creature was silent as usual, but followed the established rules of its vein, walking around the market at night, observing and searching.

For at least a thousand years, or more, it roamed the world as it does now. Coming and going, life and death, it is difficult to make it look sideways. The special mission has given it the value of its existence, and the growth history of a hero, a hero, and a singing and crying is the nourishment for its survival, and whose nourishment is it?

There were heroes in ancient times, who once said: Wealth does not return to their hometown, such as clothes and brocade at night, who knows?

At least, the organization handed down by the First Emperor of Qin since ancient times, the Forbidden Immortal Alliance, is known.

Under the whole world, for 5,000 years, there are a total of five ghosts in brocade, scattered all over China, about them, the secret history records are unknown, as if this strange ghost thing has always existed, and it is there.

Moreover, there is a history of more than one person who has received an excellent inheritance from the Yijin ghost, and these people have no exception, and they have all become big names who shine in an era.

Zhao Qianjia accompanied him on the second day, did he get the inheritance of the Yijin ghost? This is the same as his identity as a yin thing, very vague.

The ghosts float forward, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Sometimes it will stop outside the drinking place and watch the lights shine there, sometimes it will hide in the shadows of the corner, watching the people in a hurry, and sometimes it will stop under the street lamp, and the two rays of light on the gray mist face will meet the bright light of the street lamp.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhao Qianjia followed the ghost and appeared on the playground of a school. Modern schools pay attention to morality, intelligence, physique, mathematics, physics and chemistry, and the atmosphere of literature and ink is much lighter than the private school in ancient times, but after all, it is a place where students gather, compared to other places, it is very good.

The Yijin ghost didn't have any good harvest this night, so he had to come here, hoping to nourish himself with the academic atmosphere here.

For such a brief moment, Zhao Qianjia and Ye Guhong, who was hidden in the shadows, seemed to hear the sound of pen and ink on the paper, and listened carefully, but they couldn't hear it.

The clothed ghost suspended in mid-air was not abnormal, it was still calm. It is coming to the end of the night's routine, and when the day dawns, it will return to a successful person to record and capture his successes for the next destined person to pass on.

At dawn, the sky will be dark, and the ghosts in brocade will float and come to the sky above a community, and look at one of the floors with a calm gray mist face.

After a while, the lights of a room were turned on, and the little teenager began to get busy under the supervision of his parents.

Zhao Qianjia looked at the ghost thing, and it also happened to look at Zhao Qianjia.

Is this city, the first person to wake up in the true sense of the word?

Taking Mo Yinghua out of his arms, Zhao Qianjia sat cross-legged on the roof of the building, stretched out his hand, and let it flutter and fall.

Ye Guhong, who was in the dark, was horrified to find that the inky petals and the green jade-colored stems of the Moying Flower dissipated inch by inch in the air, and even the flying ash was blown away by the breeze.

He'd never heard of it.

The ghost let out a cheerful roar, arced high in the sky, and disappeared.

Zhao Qianjia smiled, and his eyes were cast towards Ye Guhong's hidden position.

Indifferent and sarcastic, mixed with a little murderous intent.

Ye Guhong instinctively held the weapon, a red phoenix wing knife, exuding a fire-like desire to fight.

With the warm hilt, he was able to feel a little safe. Because he wasn't sure if Zhao Qianjia had discovered who he was, he could only hide quietly and brake quietly.

On the roof of the residential area where the needle drop could be heard, Zhao Qianjia did not make any further movements, turned his head indifferently and slowly went downstairs.

Ye Guhong, who was in the dark, quietly breathed a sigh of relief and put away his sword, only then did he realize that he was already in a cold sweat.

After going back, he reported to Minister Yao that he had secretly concealed the consumption rate of the second Moying Flower.

Recalling the glance that Zhao Qianjia threw on the roof of the building at that time, and the smile that looked mocking, Ye Guhong only felt uncertain, and he couldn't figure it out himself, why was this?

No one knew that it was not until dawn today that Zhao Qianjia could be regarded as having truly completed the first active passage to the underworld, and the Moying flowers he consumed in one passage were not one, but two.

The first time through the underworld, the identity of the underworld will be clarified, and the initial acceptance of the cultivation of the yin, these two steps, one before the other, Zhao Qianjia completed it in two times, and became one.

His current combat strength, at least at the preliminary military rank, facing Yun Qianli again, I believe that he will not let the other party handle it like last time.

Zhao Qianjia walked briskly, enjoying the morning sun of the city on earth, and walked slowly towards the Ningcheng branch.

Compared with cultivation, the identity of the Yin Thing is more important. Someone once went through the ancient thugs, but they didn't pay attention to it, and for the sake of the disaster, the Forbidden Immortal League spent a lot of effort to kill them.

There are also people who have passed through the ancient gods, which are the mortal enemies of the Forbidden Immortal Alliance and the human world, which caused a lot of turmoil, and since then, it has become a default rule to find out the identity of the people who have passed through the underworld.

The reason why it is tacitly accepted and not clear is because the matter of the underworld is related to the life of the cultivator, and if it is found out rashly, it is easy to be targeted by people with intentions, which is too unreasonable and unfair. Because at that time, the secrecy regulations of the Forbidden Immortal Alliance had no meaning at all, and the only one who dealt with the cultivators could only be cultivators, and nine out of ten of these people were members of the Forbidden Immortal Alliance.

The most important one, the Forbidden Immortal Alliance is not monolithic. Putting aside the competition between each other, the undercover agents of the Immortal Family Buddhism Sect have not been caught, and these sinister guys hidden in the shadows are the most dangerous!

Zhao Qian's family is not ordinarily big, if it is revealed, I am afraid it will cause an uproar, and even the Forbidden Immortal Alliance will be turbulent.

However, not being exposed does not mean that something cannot be done.

Whether it was Zhao Qianjia himself or the yin boss, both of them were dissatisfied with the policy of the Forbidden Immortal Alliance. The former is because of the disagreement in concept, and the latter is because he hates iron and steel, because his identity is extremely special, and he is one of the founders of the Forbidden Immortal Alliance: the first emperor of the ancient Qin!

The will in the dark, choosing to wake up in this era, it is Zhao Qianjia, Zhao Qianjia is it, and the ideas and concepts of the two will not be different at all.

Who said that the immortals and Buddhas in the sky can wantonly the world?

Who said that the dawn of the people could not uphold their human rights?

Who said that the avenue is ruthless, and always thinks of all things and dogs?

It has no will, it can't speak, but its ideals and obsessions imperceptibly affect Zhao Qianjia.