Ye Qingzhi was still coming to Luoyang City for the first time, and she originally lived in Lingyun Mist Peak with her master. As the name suggests, Lingyun Fog Peak is a place surrounded by fog and rain.

Legend has it that it is far away in the sky, a place where heaven and earth meet. It was passed around in the world, and it slowly became Lingyunji.

In fact, Lingyunji is located in the Tianshan Mountains, but the peaks are extremely steep. And the snow on the top of the mountain does not melt all the year round, and there is a mist shrouded in the middle of the mountainside. Over the years, very few people have been able to climb up, and even if they do, they may get lost in the thick fog.

The master and apprentice have lived in seclusion here for many years, but they are also at ease. But more than a month ago, the Golden Daomen of Luoyang City suddenly wrote a letter, saying that there was a very important matter, and she wanted to ask her master to go out of the mountain, but the specific thing was not mentioned in the letter.

It's just that it's a matter of the safety of the world, and you can only meet and talk about it in detail. But her master, the old man Nanling, has been in seclusion for many years, and he is unwilling to step into this red world, but because he has some relationship with the ancestors of the Golden Dao Sect, he sent his only apprentice, Ye Qingzhi, to come.

First, Ye Qingzhi's medical skills have been passed down to the true inheritance of the old man in Nanling, and secondly, I also hope to take this opportunity to let her go down the mountain to experience and increase some knowledge.

The scorching morning sun reflected on the city walls of Luoyang, which was peaceful and full of life. Ye Qingzhi led the horse and slowly stepped into the city, and the traffic around her suddenly became lively.

But she didn't walk long, only to hear a gust of shoes behind her, this sound came from far and near at a neat and extremely fast speed, Ye Qingzhi happened to be walking in the middle of the road, she hurriedly turned her head to look back.

I saw a group of iron horsemen rushing from outside the city gate, about hundreds of horsemen. They were all dressed in black and silver armor, wearing black masks and armbands embroidered with red rising flames on their right arms. The brigade of men and horses rushed, and the dust was billowing behind them.

Ye Qingzhi hurriedly led the horse to retreat to the land, and then frowned. Sure enough, the iron horsemen did not stop when they entered the city. Still hurriedly urging the horse forward, there was a sudden panic, the crowd scattered like birds and beasts, and the vegetable and fruit stall that the hawker had just set up was knocked to the ground.

When the people all dispersed, there was only one child left on the empty avenue, who was only interested in playing and playing, and the child waved the windmill in his hand happily, without feeling the hundreds of iron horses galloping behind him.

There were shouts all around, but no one dared to step forward and pull the child away. When he saw that the child was about to be hit, he suddenly saw a white shadow flying out in the distance. Looking at the place where the iron rode again, the children on the ground were gone.

Ye Qingzhi turned her head to the side, and sure enough, the child was placed on the ground unharmed, and her immature face was also dazed.

Ye Qingzhi was looking around, and the white shadow was long gone, like a phantom. "What a quick move!" She muttered to herself.

The iron horsemen did not stop, but the burly man at the front glanced up at the sky, and then continued on his way.

Ye Qingzhi also looked up in his direction, and under the blue sky, he saw a white shadow flashing, like an ethereal cloud of smoke.

All of this happened between lightning and flint, and the people of Luoyang City, who were accustomed to seeing big scenes at the feet of the Son of Heaven, returned to their original state.

Ye Qingzhi looked at the direction where the white shadow disappeared, and after a while, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up slightly-this divine capital Luoyang is really an interesting place as the master said.

After bidding farewell to the injured old woman, leaving behind some herbs to carry with her, Ye Qingzhi came to a rather majestic mansion according to the address on the letter. The door is hidden, and the three ancient seal characters of the golden knife door on the door plaque are a little discolored at this time for some reason.

Suddenly, Ye Qingzhi saw that there was a somewhat familiar black horse tied in front of the mansion. The black horse flicked his tail when he saw someone approaching.

Ye Qingzhi tied her horse to the horse stone next to her, and when she approached the gate, she had some doubts in her heart, why didn't even a person greet the guests at this time in this huge golden knife gate.

When Ye Qingzhi stepped on the steps, her brows were slightly wrinkled. Suddenly, there was a strange smell all around. It's not the smell of flowers, it's the smell of death.

Ye Qingzhi's heart suddenly rose with an ominous premonition. She walked forward quickly, gently pushed open the hidden door, but froze in place.