Yujing City, outside the Chengtian Gate.

The high-rise mansions and courtyards are scattered, three provinces, six departments, five prisons and nine temples, and the central organs of the entire Dajing Dynasty are located here.

In a corner to the west, a big mansion is inconspicuous, and the two statues of the pig stand solemnly in front of the door, like black iron cast for a long time, and seem to be stained with dried blood, which looks extremely hideous.

It's late at night, and there are still faint lights in the house.

Heavy footsteps sounded, unusually striking in the dark night.

The golden flying fish with two sleeves was flamboyant, and the man walked with a sword, and the soldiers patrolling the city on the street turned a blind eye, and even intentionally or unintentionally gave way to a way.

After being in Yujing for a long time, they naturally recognized what these two sleeves of flying fish meant, and of course they would not be so blind.

The sharp-eyed old man saw that the two flying fish on the man's sleeve were golden, and his pupils shrank, it has been really eventful recently! What happened to the big thing that caused a high-ranking official of the Dark Night Division to come in a hurry late at night?

The man walked up to the two statues and stopped.

Looking up at the plaque in front of the house, with the light in front of the door, you can vaguely see that it is "Qin Ci Dark Night Sibei Town Fusi" a few big characters, and there is a payment below, a gilded seal.

The man was in a trance, as the personal guard of the Son of Heaven, the Dark Night Division can be said to be honored and favored, and he is trusted by the Son of Heaven, and even a plaque in front of the door is the title of the imperial pen, and it is stamped with the seal of the Son of Heaven.

However, what happened recently, what the Dark Night Division did, and which one is worthy of the trust of the Son of Heaven?

He suddenly became a little frightened, not because he was afraid of the punishment he was about to receive, but because he was uneasy and ashamed, and he didn't know how to repay the king's kindness.

He knew that the reason why he was able to change from a pawn to a dignified night division from the fourth rank in just a few years was not because of how much credit he had made, but more importantly, because of the trust of the Son of Heaven!

His thoughts were full of thoughts, and he was stagnant for a while.

Fortunately, as the location of the Yamen of Fusi in the north town of the dark night, no one comes on weekdays, even the soldiers who patrol the city, and they can avoid it, so as not to let people see his panic at the moment.

"Brother Nie, why are you wandering here alone so late at night?"

Suddenly, someone walked out of the door, saw the man who was independent of the door, and said hello.

The man turned his head and saw a middle-aged scribe walking towards him.

He immediately recognized that this person was a close aide of Lord Zhenfu, Yan Duan.

Yan Duan smiled and said, "I'm here to find Lord Zhenfu, right?" The Lord is inside, but do you need to do it in the next generation?"

The man was a little surprised, he had no friendship with Yan Duan, why was the other party so enthusiastic today?

Since he didn't know the other party's intentions, he simply didn't think about it, and the man shook his head and said, "No need, I'll go by myself." ”

He bowed his hand and walked inside.

Driving through the courtyards with ease, the man finally arrived at his destination.

The room was dimly lit, and through the windowsill a figure could be seen sitting under the lamp, frowning at the mountain of cases.

It was a handsome-looking middle-aged man, dressed in cloth, with a casual scarf tied on his head, and there was no trace of evil on his body, not at all like the dignified Dark Night Division's side of the pacification, murderous spy leader without blinking, but more like a handsome scholar.

However, no one in this world dares to despise him, just because his name is Duanmu Shengtang!

In the past ten years, the government and the opposition, the temples and rivers and lakes, can be said to be frightened by this name, and it can even be said that the reason why the Dark Night Division has today's prestige is because he has created it single-handedly.

No one is not feared.

The man stood at the door, with a solemn face, and did not go in, and waited until Duanmu Shengtang put down the copywriting in his hand and stretched his waist for a while, and then he respectfully said: "Nie Hanshan, come and confess!"

"Oh, it's Hanshan!" Duanmu Shengtang looked sideways, without the slightest shelf, waved his hand and said, "Come in!"

"Yes!"

Nie Hanshan clasped his fists and walked in.

Duanmu Shengtang smiled and said, "Don't be so restrained, sit down!"

"Don't dare!"

Nie Hanshan turned over and knelt on one knee, Duanmu Shengtang's generosity made him feel extremely ashamed in his heart, where did he dare to sit down? Even if the other party blamed himself violently, it could make him feel a lot better.

"Hanshan, what are you doing?" Duanmu Shengtang hurriedly got up, and with some effort, forcibly lifted Nie Hanshan up from the ground, "I know everything that happened during the day, the demon is powerful, and it's not your fault!"

Nie Hanshan lowered his head and said, "That humble duty is also guilty of negligence! If the traces of the demon were discovered early, so many brothers would not die in vain......

Speaking of this, Nie Hanshan's eyes were slightly red.

Duanmu Shengtang sighed and said: "The brothers died in the line of duty, and serving the country with their bodies can be regarded as fulfilling their long-cherished wishes! I have passed down the order and will give generous compensation, and I will not chill the hearts of the brothers! As for the Demon Gate, ......

Speaking of this, a cold lightning flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were cold, "This company naturally wants him to pay for his blood debts!"

In an instant, the situation in the room changed abruptly, and the gentle and elegant scholar turned into a purgatory Shura, and he was a little dignified and calming by the Beisi in the dark night!

Nie Hanshan felt like a lonely boat in a storm, and like a mountain pressing on his heart, trembling all over.

Fortunately, in the next moment, Duanmu Shengtang retracted his qi and turned back into that harmless elegant scholar who was harmless to humans and animals.

"Okay," Duanmu Shengtang waved his hand, signaling that the matter would be put aside for the time being, "I have another thing to ask you, that young man named Li Xinghuan, has left Yujing at this moment?"

Nie Hanshan's pupils shrank, and he didn't know why Lord Zhenfu cared so much about a broken young man, but he still answered truthfully: "I met him once, and I originally wanted to bring him back, but I didn't want to be intercepted by the old demon Kurong halfway......"

"Kurong?" Duanmu Shengtang's eyes flashed, and he sighed for a long time and said, "Okay, it's time to die, let him go!"

Nie Hanshan looked at Duanmu Shengtang carefully, and stopped talking.

For the first time, Duanmu Shengtang's tone carried a hint of sternness: "I know what you want to ask, but you have to remember one thing, if you want to live long in the Dark Night Division, you have to look less and ask less!"

Nie Hanshan's heart sank, and he didn't dare to say more.

Duanmu Shengtang smiled, patted him on the shoulder to signal him to relax, and said, "It's just in time, I have something to hand over to you......"

However, his eyes couldn't help but look into the distance, beyond the high-rise palaces, across the reckless mountains, and suddenly seemed to see a white dress.

After all these years, is it still coming?

......

The early morning sunlight shines through the windowsill and shines into the room, casting gilt on the floor.

As soon as Li Xinghuan opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a plain bed, the sun was shining in front of the window, and the birds outside the window were crying softly, as if there was a fragrance of flowers secretly crossing, pouring into the nose, refreshing people's hearts.

Li Xinghuan rubbed his somewhat dizzy head, and his memory gradually returned.

Last night in the ruined temple, Li Xinghuan made some calculations, and even used the hole cards to save his life, but he couldn't help the Kurong Ancestor, but was made by the angry Kurong Ancestor, and used the vicious soul-searching technique, wanting to find out the secrets hidden in him while torturing him.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the mysterious demon seed hidden in his eyebrows seemed to be stimulated by the Qi of the Kurong Ancestor, and it actually recovered.

The mystery of the demon seed is not something ordinary people can imagine, it is just a round, and the Kurong Ancestor was almost controlled by it and sucked his qi dry.

This made Li Xinghuan feel a little regretful, such an old monster, if he died on the spot yesterday, it would be a great luck!

Thinking of the demon seed, Li Xinghuan's heart moved slightly, and he closed his eyes and concentrated.

It seems that it has absorbed the majestic qi of the Kurong Ancestor, and the demon seed has undergone a transformation, and there is a trace of vague induction between him and him.

He could clearly feel that his eyebrows were cool for a while, as if something was moving, and the slightest cool feeling flowed down his eyebrows to his limbs, and even the hidden injuries he had suffered before had calmed down a lot.

Perhaps, this is what Gu Xianyun called "Qi Sense"!

Ordinary martial arts are bright and energetic, and the sense of qi is self-generated, coalescing in the body, and the strength is infinite, which can tear tigers and leopards, and can destroy the monument and break the stone with one punch, and it is also a peerless fierce general in the army, which is probably this level.

Of course, Li Xinghuan's sense of qi at the moment is still very weak, not to mention coalescence, according to the "Demon Seed Chapter", he has just entered the hall at this moment and really started the cultivation of the demon seed!

Crisis crisis is both a danger and an opportunity, and he couldn't imagine the stimulation of life and death, but he unexpectedly transformed the demon seed, which made him feel very good, and the hardships he had suffered before were nothing.

But the next moment, he made a bitter face again, a metamorphosis of the demon seed has to absorb two or three percent of the qi of a great master like Kurong Ancestor, this time it is also a coincidence, if he wants to further promote the transformation of the demon seed, where should he find such a master?

At this moment, he also understood the reason why the demon seed was called the demon seed - if he could absorb the qi of others, wasn't he a "demon"? If such an ability was seen by some righteous people, he would not be shouted and killed?

No matter what world you are in, there is no shortage of such people.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze staring.

He suddenly thought that the last scene in his memory was a white dress.

It seems that the person should have saved himself, but the qi on the other party's body is masculine and vast, could it be the righteous person he just guessed?

Li Xinghuan was a little apprehensive, and he didn't know if the other party had seen through the secrets in his body.

He stood up and moved his numb body a little, fortunately, the injury was not serious, but there was some concussion between the internal organs, it should be the dark wound suffered by the aftermath of the explosion last night, but it did not affect his mobility.

He came to the windowsill and looked out along the window-sill, and there was a faint street, but there were not many pedestrians.

He immediately judged that he should be in an inn in a small town, but he didn't know where the man in white who had saved him before was.

"Oh, awake?"

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a mellow voice came from outside the door.

A man in a plain white robe tied a pure yang scarf on his head, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Li Xinghuan looked at the other party's dress, and estimated that he was a wandering Taoist, but as for whether it was the person who saved him last night, he couldn't say, because the person in front of him had a restrained aura, either he was a person who didn't know martial arts, or his martial arts were far above him, so he couldn't spy on it.

Looking at the white-clothed Taoist, Li Xinghuan was suddenly stunned.

The Taoist is tall, handsome, with a pair of red phoenix eyes, three strands of beautiful hair under his chin, but he can't tell his age from his face alone.

You can say that he is thirty or forty, and he has a dusty temperament that makes people subconsciously ignore age.

In particular, his eyes are as far away as the blue sky, as deep as the night sky, with a faint vicissitudes of life, everything in the world seems to be in his eyes, and nothing can enter his eyes.

Such contradictory feelings appear in a person, but so naturally.

"Is Xiaoyou feeling better?"

The Taoist spoke, with a concern in his voice, which made Li Xinghuan feel warm in his heart.

Li Xinghuan came back to his senses and realized that it seemed impolite for him to look at others like this, so he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "It's no big deal!

The Taoist waved his hand and said, "Why bother with a gesture? The poor Dao is just bringing you from the wilderness to this town, it's not a big deal!"

Li Xinghuan said solemnly: "No matter what, the grace of saving lives is unforgettable! If the Taoist chief is sent in the future, just give orders!"

Li Xinghuan said this, not only out of gratitude, but also as a temptation.

If the other party really has a plan against him, now is the best opportunity.

It's not that Li Xinghuan spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but he understands that people are unpredictable, and this river and lake is far more dangerous than he imagined, and he is never afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice.

The Taoist seemed to have seen through Li Xinghuan's thoughts, and he was not angry, but just smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, the poor Dao doesn't have anything for you to do! ”

No matter how thick-skinned Li Xinghuan is, he can't help but blush and be a little stunned.

The Taoist said again: "Since Xiaoyou's injury is no longer serious, let's leave it alone!"

Li Xinghuan was stunned, and felt more and more ashamed in his heart, it seems that he is indeed a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and the other party saved him just by chance, and there is no other plan, otherwise he would not let himself go so easily.

As for the other party's cold attitude, this is very understandable, if you save others with good intentions, but you are questioned by the other party for having other intentions, you will not feel good in your heart.

Li Xinghuan suddenly remembered that the two had been chatting for so long, and they didn't know who the other party was, so he hurriedly asked, "Haven't you asked the Taoist chief for advice?"

"A monk has forgotten all the past, so how can he be famous?"

The Taoist turned around, flicked his big sleeves, and was unspeakably handsome.

Li Xinghuan was stunned, and saw that the other party was unwilling to confide in his name, so he had to bow solemnly, and regardless of whether the other party could see it, he shouted loudly: "What I just said is from the bottom of my heart! This kindness and virtue must be retributed, so that the Taoist chief knows that I, Li Xinghuan, am by no means ungrateful!"

The Taoist didn't know if he had heard this, so he walked straight out without stopping, seeing that he was about to go away.

At this moment, a faint voice came into his ears: "Right and wrong, between good and evil, in a thought, use good to be good, and evil to evil!

Li Xinghuan was shocked, he didn't understand that the Taoist had already seen his details, but he didn't mention it deliberately.

With an indescribable impulse welling up in his heart, Li Xinghuan shouted loudly towards the back of the Taoist: "The younger generation has been taught!"

On the corridor, the white-clothed Taoist nodded imperceptibly, and the children could be taught.

His gaze looked into the distance, where there was the most prosperous city in the world.

At that time, some things had to be over, so let him draw a successful end to all this!

At the same time, with his back to the direction of the white-clothed Taoist, Li Xinghuan walked out of the inn.

One is to enter the city, one is to go out of the city, one is south and one is north, one is in and one is out, and the two figures are running in opposite directions.

On the way out of the town, Li Xinghuan was refreshed, his mind was agitated, and the depression that had accumulated for many years was gone, and he only felt that the world was so big, and he was free from all over the world!

has been trapped in Yujing for 16 years, and since then he has been able to get out of the cage!

Jianghu, I'm coming!