The night was boundless, the grass in the Taoist temple courtyard was knees-high, and the upright Elder Nie's face was full of excitement, he was excited because he was able to participate in the most important secret matter of the Sanqing Daomen, and the excitement was because he had done it so easily.

"Ding"

There was a crisp sound in the deserted courtyard, as if someone was gently tapping it with iron tongs across the stone slab.

Elder Nie suddenly realized his fluttering Dao heart, and his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly restrained his smile, bowed to the half-zhang high stone tablet in front of the small building.

Countless Dao brilliance shot out from the surface of the stele, as bright as the sword light of the Dao, the reflection of the Taoist temple courtyard is more deep and weird, after the light is dimmed, the stone tablet pieces fall off, and a ragged old Taoist suddenly appeared in the original position where the stone tablet was standing.

Elder Nie bowed down again and said respectfully, "Nie is fortunate to have fulfilled his mission. ”

Although the Taoist robe on the old Dao's body is shabby, it no longer has the sloppy color in the Tianhuoyu tea shed, and a branch of ancient ebony is obliquely inserted on the towering Daoji, with a full forehead, coupled with blazing eyes, as if there is wisdom that penetrates the world, and the thin right hand is holding the Xuanming Stone Tablet.

"I'm tired of Nie's nephew. Lao Dao didn't return the salute, just said lightly, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

After such a big event, why was the Heavenly Master's face not half relaxed, but a kind of solemnity that only existed before the battle?

Could it really be that as the legend goes, there is an evil force lurking between heaven and earth that surpasses human cultivators, and for tens of thousands of years, it has been watching from the sidelines, trying to drag the entire world into the hell of the underworld.

This kind of pinnacle and most obscure thing in the world is simply a story or legend for a cultivator of his level, Elder Nie can't understand it, and he can't understand it, so he glanced at the small building where the door was closed and returned to its usual state, shook his head and left.

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After a while, Zhong Er followed the traces before chasing to the door of the dilapidated Taoist temple, the little Taoist priest looked around suspiciously, there was no half a figure, a barren and old atmosphere spread around the Taoist temple, he was already in the middle of the apocalypse, and naturally saw the strangeness in it.

In the past, Zhong Er would never interfere in this kind of thing, and he would have withdrawn and stayed out of the matter a long time ago. It's just that after making that decision, he is no longer the same person he used to be, as long as he encounters something, how can he not understand the reason.

In the courtyard, there was a deathly silence, except for a small building facing the gate and a few wings on either side.

Zhong Er tried to push the stone door of the small building, but he didn't move, as if the stone gate and the stone building had already been connected and could no longer be shaken, and there were no traces of plaques and stone tablets about the nameless Taoist temple around.

"Isn't it here?" Zhong Er looked at the subtle traces of the barren grass under his feet again in confusion, closed his eyes, and felt the imprints of Elder Nie and Xu Feng to confirm that his judgment was not wrong.

"Maybe somewhere else. Zhong Er thought, shook his head in disappointment, and turned back the way he came.

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The Great Xia Imperial Palace is located in the north district of Yingdu, is a splendid towering building, a large area of golden glazed tiles, shining under the autumn sun, over the imperial city, and then to the south, through the twelve white jade archways set up by the ceremonial division, a beautiful building appears in front of you, this is the Dongcheng Courtyard of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Halfway up the hill surrounded by mountains, in a huge open space, hundreds of buildings of different sizes and shapes surround a huge "medium" character. Compared with the majesty of the palace, this building seems a little low, but it is better than the delicate and exquisite, and the elegance is deep. It's like the back garden of the palace.

In a small courtyard in the deepest part, a middle-aged scholar is holding a sharp axe and is chopping wood.

Scholar, doing this kind of hard work of chopping wood is a bit eye-catching, not to mention that this scholar is dressed in brocade clothes, and he is not clean, and there is a little bit of physical work there.

The black log, is the Tianfeng Mountain tree more than 10,000 years old fire cloud lightning strike wood, although the scholar is not very professional, the technology of chopping wood is first-class, hard as iron black wood, just erected on the stake, bang, the axe falls, the lightning strike wood evenly turned into two halves, but did not fall, still standing firmly on the stake, bang, bang, and two light sounds, the size is the same, the length of the firewood is split.

Although the speed and movement of chopping wood are already very skillful and smooth, there is still a dissatisfied voice from the hut behind the courtyard: "Hurry up, the meat is cut, I'm waiting for the pot!"

The scholar who chopped wood was the world-famous life-killing scholar Liang Wendao, who never used Taoism to do these jobs, which was the tacit understanding reached between the master and him.

Liang Wendao stopped the axe in his hand, picked up a bundle of chopped firewood, and trotted all the way to the hut.

Take the fire cloud thunder strike wood that is comparable to gold to burn the fire, make a rice pot with the god-level wind grinding copper of Vientiane City, and use the young beast of the Nine Yao Demon Rabbit of Tianfeng Mountain to put it in the pot, and the people who can eat this kind of hot pot, except for Long Qianqiu, no one in the entire Great Xia is so extravagant, or boring.

"This little beast, will the meat be a little more tender?" Long Qianqiu, who was tall, looked at the red meat floating in the copper pot with fierce eyes, and said suspiciously.

"Next time, I'll try catching a thousand-year-old demon for you. Over the years, he has been teased by his master many times, and Liang Wendao has learned this kind of tune.

"Behind Tianfeng Mountain is Yunxi, after Yunxi is Manfeng, after Manfeng is Montenegro, there are many old demons in Montenegro, that day you caught an old demon of Montenegro for the teacher, it can be regarded as respecting the teacher. ”

Liang Wendao didn't dare to answer, he didn't know how big the world was, but the master had gone all the way to the west, flying day and night, and had never reached the edge of heaven and earth for three years.

Long Qianqiu was still staring at the tumbling hot pot, and suddenly asked, "Those children have all entered the city." ”

"In. Liang Wendao said. The smell of meat is permeaty, he feels that he should be able to get out of the pot, pick up the chopsticks and prepare to start, there is no need to pay too much attention to etiquette between master and apprentice, and it is also a tacit understanding reached between the two.

"Add fire!" Long Qianqiu said suddenly.

Liang Wendao leaned over to add firewood, raised his head, and found that there was only boiling water left in the pot, and there was meat there.

Long Qianqiu squinted his eyes, pouted, and said comfortably: "The best in the world!"

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The smell of hot pot permeated in the small courtyard, among the flourishing flowers and trees outside the courtyard, there were foxes, elk, wild boars, squirrels, two spotted pythons entrenched on the dead wood and old trees, and there were even a few tigers and leopards hidden in the trees in the distance.

The unique smell of the meat of the demon beast makes the animals within a radius of a hundred miles have no power to resist. After a long time, Liang Wendao walked out of the house with the bottom of the pot leftovers, looked at the elk and wild boars, and said dissatisfiedly: "You grass eaters also come to join in the fun." As soon as Zhenyuan moved, the remaining bones and debris turned into a streamer in the sky, shooting into the distance, and countless movements immediately sounded in the dense forest, and those animals rushed out.

After the meal, the master and apprentice sat on the wooden stakes in the small courtyard to drink tea and chat.

"A few days ago, one of them went out of the north city gate, and then disappeared inexplicably. Liang Wendao said.

The master used a pot to drink tea, and Liang Wendao used a cup, but the tea leaves were all the same tea leaves, Long Qianqiu looked at the beloved apprentice who was working hard for the dynasty, and the color of the wind and frost on his ears and temples gradually rose, and a burst of sadness suddenly rose in his heart.

took a sip of tea and said angrily: "They are all dying people, can you stop for a few days, even if you exhaust the last benevolence, what kind of moths are there for those old fools in Daomen." ”

"Lieyun Shang has been checking, and there is no news yet. ”

"Are you sure it's the one with the sword?" asked Long Qianqiu.

"It's Xu Feng, the apprentice reversed Xu Feng and Jiang Liao earlier, and now he understands. In front of the master, Liang Wen smiled apologetically and guiltily.

Long Qianqiu threw away a slightly disdainful look and said, "People want to find it, find it alive, everything will wait for Tsing Yi to try, and then settle the account with these old bastards!"