[Half a month later]

The rain in the first month of the year is a scenery unique to the south. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoOnly geese can fly through the Yandang Mountains, blocking the cold wind blowing from Xianbeilia, and the humidity on the southern islands is entrenched on both sides of the Santu River and the Floating Blood River in the first month.

Today, the town is still quiet, and the New Year is a lazy holiday for all the animals of the Southern Empire that walk upright. The Son of Heaven is not in court, the merchants are not prosperous, the government is closed, and even the heroes in the green camp do not come out to practice. Every household is making dumplings, drinking soju, rolling dice, playing cards, and occasionally going out to visit relatives, but also to light that string of red and bright firecrackers, crackling to sweep away the cold and bad air of the rainy day. People who have worked hard for a year, have escaped the New Year, and naturally want to let themselves and their families take a rest together, and also pray for the next year by the way, so at this time, the lonely travelers who are still running on the road are a little pitiful, as if they are not earning their lives to run forward, but rushing to jump the reincarnation well.

In contrast, the northern country's strategizing, dispatching troops, making great efforts, etc., are inevitably a bit of a workaholic.

On the thirteenth day of the first month of the ninth year of Showa, on an ordinary evening with only two days left before the Lantern Festival, a person came to the small town.

It rained, and it rained for a day, and the black stone path washed clean by the rain was flooded with a crystal warm reflection like ceramic glaze, reflecting the sky like condensation. When a pair of white silver boots stepped on the black stone slab, the jumping color and the crisp sound seemed to blow a fresh cold current in the misty rain, which made people feel refreshed.

"It's been ten years since I came to this world!" Yinchen sighed, now he is no longer the beautiful silver-haired boy like a little girl back then, but a handsome and hard-lined young man. The blade-like eyebrows and perfect face shape have already made him take off all the softness and immaturity of a girl, and his genetically adjusted appearance and figure at birth are not much more than Du Chuanchang, who can be called the "most perfect body".

Not only his appearance, but his heart is no longer the cute and somewhat coquettish and humorous little boy, 5 years of hardships, imitation of ancient monuments, traveling mountains and rivers, all kinds of celestial phenomena in nature, all kinds of weird methods in the gods, have been smelted into a spell bit, and achieved a real and nameless distraction realm. He is no longer the silver dust he used to be.

In the past half a month, Yinchen has visited many parties to confirm the authenticity of the information in Leng Ziye's soul, and he is even more sure that this killer mission has now become a big pit. At this time, he was still running around for this pit father's task.

"Looks like this is it. The magician's eyes flashed with black runes, he stopped at the door of the only inn in the town at this time, the guise of the "Fuquan Inn" was soaked by the rain, and he looked quite depressed, the little two at the door held his hands, shrunk his arms and swung his way, and saw a tall young man with a silver color stopped, and hurriedly opened the door curtain.

In the doors and windows of the inn, the candlelight slowly lit up, and it was evident that someone was lighting a candle, and a warm yellow light shot out from the first door of the curtain, which tempted all the poor insects who were running around in the cold rain, and it was the candlelight in the small foyer. There was a black glow in his silver eyes, and the scene in the prophecy coincided with the scene in front of him, and he glanced at the large letters written on the wall one last time, and then stepped in without hesitation.

The half-asleep shopkeeper Lei Changyuan was suddenly awakened by the sound of brisk footsteps, and kicked the bean sprout-like Xiao Er next to him violently, and the little two had to drag the wooden shoes across the entire lobby, and quickly helped the guests lift the heavy quilt-like curtain on the second door to let the guests in. Although the cold air in the hallway was not biting at all, the damp cold still made Xiao Er, who was thinly dressed, shiver, and looked like he was frightened by the guests.

The silver robe, the silver long hair, the silver gray eyebrows, the silver flashed the pupils of countless runes, this is the guest in front of Lei Yuan. In the first second, Lei Chang was intimidated by his peculiar appearance and mysterious and noble temperament, and a trace of awe rose in his heart for no reason, but immediately, his snobbish eyes caught some fatal flaw in this perfect appearance.

He watched the magician walk in, at his slightly vain steps, at his sunken temples, and the awe in his heart swept away. He skillfully suppressed the slight contempt that slowly floated in his heart, and replaced it with a smiling face that had been polished to perfection for more than thirty years, and asked in a gentle voice, but not very enthusiastic:

"Guest officer, is it a tip or a hotel?"

"Let's stay at the hotel. The silver pupils were full of treacherous and dark looks, this kind of look Lei Chang had never encountered in his decades of shopkeeper career, but it couldn't make him have the slightest vigilance, a person without divine skills, even his gang wind could not be broken, what else could make him guarded?

"What kind of guest room does the guest officer want? The small shop has a bunk, a single room and an upper room, all of which are comfortable and clean, and the whole shop is ten dollars a night......

"One tael of silver, stay for a day. Silver Dust rested his left hand on the counter and spread out his palm, and a small piece of white metal slowly grew in the palm of his fleshy hand. That one silver bead.

Lei Yuan raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect this man without the slightest magic skill to play such a hand, but then again, there are many strange people and strange things in this world, and it doesn't seem to be bad for such a hand.

"Okay! Wait...... officer" Lei Changyuan urged the bookkeeper to weigh the silver ball and keep the book, while taking out a greasy brown wooden sign from under the counter, only to see that a (one) was written on it, and at the same time he shouted loudly:

"One or two cashiers, one room on the second floor, all the food and lodging-!" he shouted, and at the same time, a short-dressed little two people ran over, bowed to Yinchen and said, "Guest officer, please-"

Yinchen retracted his gaze from Mr. Ledger with an expressionless face, and followed Xiao Er upstairs, in his eyes, that Mr. Ledger was also a practitioner, and he could practice the former Boss Zhang in a minute with a cultivation of Peiyuan Eleven. She couldn't help but sigh a little emotionally, the way of the world has really changed now, and mental work like Mr. Bookkeeper must also be done by people who have cultivated miraculous skills.

People who don't have divine skills, after the changes in the sky, will really be demoted to waste.

"But I'm not the same person I was seven years ago. ”

Yinchen thought so, entered his room, and blasted Xiao Er out of the door with a few words, and lay down comfortably on the not very delicate, but also chic big bed, thinking about his own affairs.

In Silver's pupils, the pitch-black runes gathered more and more, and finally turned into a pitch-black vortex, staining his iris black, looking like the ancestors of his black pupils. The dark prophecy was used by him with all his might, and the level of elemental compensation was so high that it made him have a low fever, but it still couldn't let him grasp the whole of the whole event, this feeling of guessing the beginning and not guessing the end was really irritating, but it was also the price that every "Hades and Superiors" who mastered the prophecy magic must bear.

The Great Prophecy in Light Magic can completely predict something, but it must come at the cost of physical disability, and Silver Dust does not have the courage to try the top forbidden spell of Vatlantican.

"The divine thought of the Demon Crying and Slashing Fist got one thing wrong, that is, the two countries of the north and the south today, not the fifth generation of kingship, but the seventh generation of kingship, the five generations of kingship died out as early as the fall of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and the six generations of kingship were pitted by the Purple Blood God Sect, and it was destroyed not long after the war between good and evil a hundred years ago, and now the seven generations of kingship, the Harran family in the north and the Zhao family in the south, are all emerging dynasties that have been established for less than a hundred years, which seem to be brilliant and huge, but in fact, the foundation is not very stable...... After the fall of the six generations of royal power, the tomb of the last emperor Yibo, it is said that there is a top-level holy weapon that can turn the world overturned, and in the case that the five books have completely become spiritual treasures and can only spread the teachings of the evil kingship, a high-grade or even precious holy weapon can indeed rewrite the pattern of the world, no wonder the unrecognized emperor of the Harlan family would use such a brain...... Although it is said that the tomb is not a copy of the hellish difficulty, the question is where is the tomb? The legend in the market is that if you gather the thirteen heirlooms of the thirteen relics, you can find the entrance to the tomb...... But who are these thirteen relics? Even I, a magician who is proficient in prophecy, can only deduce three families, the Zhang family, the Wen family, and the Yin family, and there seems to be nothing to do about the rest, and I don't know if those people in the north know more?...... Forget it, let's take it one step at a time, anyway, this news has been fed back to the people in the Black Gas Building, and they probably won't be indifferent, as long as I don't count the failure of my mission......"

"It's getting dark, and the last heir of the Yin family is about to appear. The black whirlpool disappeared from the pupils of the silver dust like water leaking from the sink, and the pupils of the silver became incomparably clear. The magician sat up and stretched hard.

"A hundred copper plates! I can't get a good night's sleep!!" he grumbled, reluctantly got out of bed, opened the door and walked downstairs.

The rain did not mean to stop, but the sky no longer waited for the travelers rushing on the road, and quickly dimmed. In today's era of rampant mountain bandits, walking at night is particularly dangerous, so in the short period of time when it gets dark, many customers suddenly pour in from the shop, which makes the little two too busy in an instant.

Silver Dust stood on the stairs, looking condescendingly at the prophesied scene, the muscles of his face twitching, but finally returning to his usual statue-like expression. He walked down the stairs and sat down in the corner he had carefully selected for the most "suitable" place, ordering a cheap meal, as if to save money for the restaurant, knowing that what was going to happen next made him too late to take a bite.

He waited quietly, silently, not only the breath on his body, but even his breathing and heartbeat were almost none, in this noisy lobby, he was simply a transparent person. His gaze swept over Lei Yuan's body several times, and he knew that this person's existence was an accident in a sense. Lei Yuan's strength is stronger than all the people in this small shop combined, because he is a terrifying person who can cultivate the Iron Palm Gang's "Deceptive Thunder Light Fist" to the tenth level of his body.

"Entering the body tenfold, in today's world, he is already a master, such a character is hidden here as a shopkeeper, isn't the Dao boss knowing? Or is he actually the head of this small shop? Is this actually a stronghold of a certain organization?"

Yinchen's gaze didn't make Lei Changyuan feel anything, after all, no matter how much a person with no cultivation looked at him, he couldn't make him break a single hair. At this time, he was carrying a whip to smash a certain waste junior, and Yinchen watched his domineering movements, and couldn't help but think of the black past.

If then he had legendary powers......

If by that time he had already discovered the Canonial civilization......

If he had read "Introduction to Quantum Magic" by that time and had a way forward, he would no longer be confused and hopeless......

Maybe everything can be different......

"Don't be sorry, the main master is here!" Yinchen spat to himself, his gaze removed from the bloody whip in Lei Yuan's hand and cast his gaze towards the inner door.

The curtain opened, and a young man and woman walked. They were dressed exactly the same as in the prophecy vision, they were all dark green robes, but they were clearly not from the Poison Dragon Sect. The man looked handsome and weak on the surface, like a white-faced child, but his temples were high and bulging, and the steps under his feet were also strong, and at first glance, he was ruthless and had practiced kung fu for more than ten years, although he only had the strength of Pei Yuan's twelfth weight, but it should not be underestimated. He carried a huge axe on his back, the axe was arrogant in the eyes of the silver dust, and the pale green aura that continued to gather on it indicated that it was a good-looking spiritual weapon, as for what grade, he had to touch it to know.

The woman was extremely beautiful, almost on par with Zhang Mengmeng, with her hair coiled and jade earrings, but the nervousness and shyness in her expression proved that she was not a married young woman, she was still a pure and innocent girl. She moved lightly, looking weak and enchanting, but the same bulging temples and the occasional flash of sharp light in her eyes, as well as the steady and soothing pace of the soles of her feet, all showed that her divine cultivation was not too low. She was dressed in a dark green robe, and a black sword hung from her waist, which seemed to be extremely precious, but there was no flash of light on it, proving that it was just an ordinary sharp sword. Silver Dust's gaze locked on the girl for a moment, and finally moved away, he was sure that the girl did not have any treasures that glowed with spiritual light. (To be continued.) )