Lin Yi followed the prestige, and spoke as a noblely dressed son and brother wearing a satin jacket and a jade pendant around his waist.

Next to this person stood a slender young man in brocade clothes, like a crane, with eyes like stars, and at a glance he knew that it was not something in the pool.

Daoist cultivation of the soul is hidden deep in the body, formless and substantial, as long as it does not come out of the shell, no one can see what realm the cultivation has reached.

Martial arts are different, the blood and masculinity are exposed, and people with good eyesight can see the clues at a glance.

Lin Yi didn't bother to pay attention to the talking boy, he glanced at the young man in brocade clothes with interest.

A few days ago, he went hunting in the valley of Xishan, and was taught a lesson by Bai Ziyue, and there was this person.

Facing the White Ape King, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, and the fear left in the bottom of my heart, does it need the gentleness of the girl in the Scattered Flower Building to soothe it?

Lin Yi suddenly took a step forward, and the infinite immortal qi simulated qi and blood exploded, within a radius of a few zhang, it suddenly turned into a furnace, and the incomparably strong will was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, making everyone dare not move.

"Wu ...... Saint. The young man in brocade spit out two words with difficulty, and when the boy who was standing next to him heard this, his legs trembled, and his pants were already wet unconsciously.

There are only two martial saints in the Great Qian Dynasty now, one is Yang Tuo, the commander of the Western Regions Frontier, the king of Shenwei, who does not know how many fierce generals and masters there are, and a figure who is an army against a country.

He guarded the Western Regions, even if the Fire Luo Kingdom had the support of the Jingyuan Temple, he could never take a step beyond the Thunder Pool, which showed his strength.

Another martial saint is Hong Yi's father, "Wu Wenhou" Hong Xuanji.

This person has a grand title, a very popular minister, an official residence cabinet scholar, and the crown prince. Both civil and military, when he was young, he could shoot a strong bow with nine stones, and ride a big horse to kill hundreds of enemy soldiers, if he walked leisurely (one stone in the Daqian Dynasty was one hundred catties, and nine stones were equivalent to nine hundred catties).

At the age of twenty-two, after making great achievements, he gave up martial arts and literature, the title of the gold list, explored flowers in high school, awarded official positions, and participated in court politics. It has been once won by the four generations of emperors of the Daqian Dynasty that "the horse can govern the army, and the horse can calm the people." "Cross top rating.

From the status of these two people, you can know the strength of the Martial Saint.

To the east of the Scattered Flower Building, inside a secluded house in a five-story building.

A woman with a beautiful national color and a fairy spirit seemed to sit quietly.

Delicate and elegant, the tooth tent powder veil, warm as jade in the room, filled with a refreshing and unique fragrance.

At this moment, Su Mu, known as the "first talented woman" of Sanhualou, stood up suddenly, a gust of incense blew, and the person had disappeared.

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"I don't know if it's the master who is here, Su Mu has missed the distance, please forgive me."

Far away, a voice came, the words were clear, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, listening to people's hearts numb, itchy, the pores of the whole body were wide open, and it was indescribably comfortable.

Su Mu walked slowly, the fragrance hit people, this aroma is not the taste of fat powder, but a fragrance like a hundred flowers, which makes people feel refreshed after smelling it, and then fluttering like a fairy.

This woman with a beautiful national color and fragrance moved lightly, wearing a light green gauze skirt and a white shawl, and several maids followed behind, as if the fairy in the painting had landed in the red dust.

Although it is a Qinglou here, the Qing officials are not a noble identity, the more beautiful the Qing officials, the more they are the targets of teasing, but the appearance of Su Mu in front of them makes people unable to mention the slightest blasphemy.

Jun Mozhu, who was standing behind Lin Yi, looked at Su Mu coming over, he was already standing on the spot, completely taken by his radiant temperament.

Su Muqiao smiled, the light green gauze skirt fluttered slightly in the wind, like a fairy who was about to fly away in the wind, which made people have an urge to step forward quickly and grab it.

"Seeing each other is fate, so let's save him from the sea of suffering." Lin Yi thought about it, Jun Mozhu saw the peerless beauty in front of him, the first talented woman in the capital, suddenly full of maggots, mosquitoes and flies, rotten skin and flesh, and gradually revealed white bones.

The red pink skeleton, the flesh and skin rotted, Su Mu immediately became dull in his eyes, although it was still a stunning fragrance, but it didn't have that kind of intimidating charm.

"Awake?" Lin Yi asked with a smile.

Jun Mozhu bowed and said, "Hongchen is drunk, a big dream." If my brother has time to spare, he can go to Puzhou Jun's house, and I will sweep the bed and wait. ”

After speaking, he didn't delay any longer, turned around and left the Sanhua Building.

Lin Yimu sent Jun Mozhu away and sighed lightly.

When will he be able to break through the illusion in front of him and find his own part of the truth?

Su Mu carefully observed the young man in front of him, the martial saint was not a cabbage, it was impossible for one to pop up out of thin air.

As the saying goes, the poor are rich and martial.

Practicing martial arts not only requires a lot of financial support, but also requires martial arts cheats, guidance from the Master, and so on.

Lin Yi came back to his senses and said, "In Xia Lin Yi, he came from overseas. I have heard for a long time that Miss Su Mu is the first talented woman in the capital, and she loves to talk about Xuan, I heard that there was a church meeting, discussing metaphysics, and the elders of Zhengyi were speechless, I don't know if I have a fate, can I feast my ears? ”

Su Mu smiled: "Lin Gongzi, please." ”

The two of them turned around seven times and eight times, and an open-minded flower hall was displayed in front of them, as if it was the main courtyard of a rich family, with bright pavilions and spacious courtyards.

When they came upstairs, the two of them sat down as the guest of honor, and the sound of ringing sounded, and a maid served tea, and immediately retreated.

In the attic, Su Muqu greeted him with a smile.

Lin Yi didn't bother to sell it, smiled playfully, and said, "The saintess of the Taishang Dao, why is she hidden in the Qinglou?" ”

The smile on Su Mu's face disappeared, he stood up, and said calmly: "Lin Gongzi has traveled thousands of miles from overseas to Yujing City, and he just wants to say this. ”

Her voice flowed like water, without the slightest joy, sorrow, or emotional fluctuation.

Lin Yi said: "I heard that the Taishang Dao has two scriptures of universe and heaven, which expound the way of time and space, and it is one of the best divine soul cultivation secret books in the world, and I want to borrow it." ”

Su Mu's eyes froze, and the aura around his body was vigorous, like a volcano about to erupt. Facing a martial saint who was watching the Taishang Dao technique, she didn't dare to be careless.

Lin Yi didn't seem to notice anything, and said unhurriedly: "Miss Su's martial arts have reached the realm of a great grandmaster who practices the marrow like frost, but unfortunately, there is still a few big steps away from the level of changing blood and cutting hair, refining blood like mercury. As for the cultivation of the Dao Divine Soul, I don't know if you have achieved a ghost immortal? ”

"Lin Gongzi will know if you give it a try." Su Mu said.

Lin Yi's eyes alternated between real and illusory, unpredictable, and said faintly: "Once I make a move, I can't even grasp myself." Miss Su is peerless, and it would be a pity if she died. ”