The autumn rain has been falling intermittently for several days, and the autumn wind is blowing non-stop, and there are often dead leaves falling on the side of the road. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Between the wind and rain, the convoy from Daomen gradually approached Lin'an City.

This time, the Daomen convoy returned to Lin'an countless times more than any previous time, and perhaps the convoys of other sects had not yet arrived at the mountain gate, but those news and rumors spread like the wind between heaven and earth.

The bronze ancient ship, the soul of extinction, and the saintess of the Dao Gate who were assassinated by all people, these three things had never appeared in the past, and each of them was enough to alarm the Beihai Cultivator Circle.

The heir of the Beihai Sword Immortal appeared, but this incident suppressed all the limelight a little.

Whether it is a bronze ancient ship or an extinct soul, with the collapse of the Yubei Tomb step by step, although it can become a topic of conversation after people's tea and dinner, the truth is no longer verifiable.

As for the assassination of the Daomen Holy Maiden, it will also be a matter that the major sects and the Daomen have privately resolved, after all, Yu Hongyi is not dead, so everything can be regarded as a tempering and test, because of the relationship between a certain teenager, the Daomen now looks more like the target of the public.

How many sects are there that have a grudge against dry wine poetry?

He has been crisscrossing the North Sea for more than 100 years, and almost every sect has many disciples who have died in his hands for various reasons, plus he has unceremoniously broken into the scripture pavilions of various sects to observe various martial arts methods, this beam must not be untied.

As the heir of the dry wine poem, the boy should have borne these hostile eyes.

And the Beihai Sword Immortal has confirmed from the mouths of some big people that he is indeed really dead, so who can protect him?

Will Daomen really protect him? Will he really dare to protect him?

No one knew what the outcome would be, but the young man was indeed returning to Ancheng with the convoy of the Daomen, and Yu Hongyi also made it clear that he wanted to protect him.

Therefore, almost all the eyes of the whole world have now converged, converging on this long convoy, converging on the chariot where the girl in red was at the front, and converging on the carriage where the young man in the long shirt was placed at the end.

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The cool rain can't stop the enthusiasm of the people of Lin'an City.

It can be seen that the crowd that greeted the Daomen convoy gathered early in the large and small towns outside Lin'an City, watching the queue of cars gradually appearing, and then cast excited eyes.

Of course, there are many other meanings hidden in these eyes, especially this time the change in the trip to the Yubei Tomb has escaped from the rumor transmission points such as major taverns and teahouses, and many people have some complexity in their eyes.

They don't know much about the cause and effect, they just know that there is a young man who swore to protect the Holy Maiden in the tomb of Yubei, and now this young man is the public enemy of the monastic world, so the Holy Maiden who makes the people amiable and respectable will protect this young man in turn.

It sounds like a beautiful story, at least in the minds of the people.

Lin'an City at the foot of the White Lotus Sacred Mountain is too peaceful and comfortable, and everything is rich, which is completely different from other places in Beihai, so most of the people here have no ill feelings towards cultivators, and they love the saint very much.

Li Molan didn't need to lift the curtain to feel the sight outside as if it was about to tear the carriage, and he listened to the noisy voices and whispers outside, not knowing how to react.

He didn't know what his fate would be, and although Yu Huaji was very resolute, he still didn't believe that Daomen would help him.

It's just that he was originally going to return to Lin'an City, whether it was to take away the silver ticket in the courtyard of No. 12 Wutong Lane, or to carry away the little girl who didn't know how to cultivate the demon path double cultivation, or to ask the White Lotus Holy Mountain for a book of truth secret books to observe.

The original intention of the trip to the Yubei tomb was to find the legendary Yubei immortals' self-created exercises, and even the name of the exercises was passed down by people to be miraculous, called "Yubei Immortal Sutra", who knew that he had dreamed in the snow field for 5,000 years, only to know that the Yubei immortals practiced the true Taoist secret book of the Daomen, where is there any self-created exercises?

From the point of view of this purpose, this time he did not return in vain.

But with the relationship between him and Yu Huaji now, which even he didn't quite understand how it was, it didn't seem impossible to take a look at the True Dao Secret Text.

What's more, he also has a life-saving grace for the Holy Maiden of the Daomen, and the entire Daomen should not be able to say anything.

It's just that he also understands one thing.

If he really read the True Dao Secret Scripture, then Daomen would probably have a legitimate reason to let him leave, and no one would be ungrateful behind his back.

It's just that Li Molan doesn't care.

Although he didn't know what kind of people Yu Huaji's master and that little Daomen uncle were, this kind of person who stood at the top of the mountain peak always considered the overall situation and the general trend, and would not care about the so-called love and righteousness like the clear-minded little saint Yu Huaji.

He believed that the Dao Gate would definitely not really want to save his life, so instead of staying in the Dao Gate, it would be better for him to leave on his own after reading the True Dao Secret Text.

The noise outside the car window never stopped until entering Lin'an City.

From time to time, the students of the Enlightenment Institute lifted the curtains and waved excitedly to the people, and then the people would respond with more applause.

On the side of the road, there are often some parents with their children, pointing to these students of the Enlightenment Academy sitting in the carriage, and educating them to study hard and be admitted to the Enlightenment Academy in the future.

Even on this afternoon, whether it is a wine shop, a restaurant, a teahouse, or a small alley telling a story, it is overcrowded.

At the end of the trip to the Yubei Tomb, the inside was naturally excavated and publicized by the outside world through various channels, and the people were of course very interested in it, such as the town at the foot of Emperor Zizhai, the residents would be more concerned about what the Spring and Autumn Four Guests had experienced this time, such as the town at the foot of Qiuming Mountain, many ordinary people knew that Lu Yu was a blockbuster in the Yubei Tomb this time.

In these taverns and teahouses and restaurants in Lin'an City, the people are nervously concerned about the situation of the Holy Maiden, and after hearing that the Holy Maiden has been assassinated several times this time, many people are so frightened that their faces are pale, and they even shout that they want to send the bacon pig head at home to the mountain to nourish the Holy Maiden's body.

These stories that circulate in Lin'an City also have various versions, with false rumors, ever-changing, and even in some versions of the story, the Daomen Holy Maiden holds the Holy Maiden Sword and incarnates an undefeated true immortal, majestic, and a person who fights alone will overturn all the strong people such as Lu Yu and the sword idiot, and the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal is only assisting from the side from beginning to end.

Fortunately, Li Molan did not have the habit of going to the restaurants and teahouses where storytellers gathered, otherwise she would probably be speechless for a long time when she heard the stories of these bulls and horses' mouths.

The Daomen convoy drove all the way into the Enlightenment Academy, but Li Molan did not stay in the Enlightenment Academy, and walked out directly and came to the long-lost Yichang Street.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and there were large and small lights on Yichang Street, bright as day, and you couldn't feel the breath of night at all.

The autumn rain in the night has stopped, and although the streets are wet, there are still many people.

Hearing that the Holy Maiden had fallen asleep in the carriage, she was carried back to the mountain by Zi Xiaoxiao and another saint named Long Xingyao, and the rest of the Daomen disciples naturally followed up the mountain, while the students of the Enlightenment Academy went back to the dormitory or went to the street outside.

On the first day of return, there were naturally a lot of affairs to be dealt with, Zhao Ziyuan glanced at the young man in green shirt who left silently, and he didn't mean to stop, he must now go back to the Taoist hall on the White Lotus Holy Mountain non-stop, and discuss with Chen Shuisha, and before that, there should be a temporary peace in Lin'an City.

Whether it is the rest of the Dao disciples or the students of the Enlightenment Academy, of course they can't be calm when they look at Li Molan's departing figure, it looks very complicated.

They also knew that Daomen might face a series of storms in the future, and the source was this young man, but also without him, the Holy Maiden should not be able to come back alive, so their attitude towards Li Molan was a little subtle, not cold, and even a little grateful, but deep down they still hoped that this person could leave here.

When she first returned to Lin'an City, looking at the candle lights like sparks, Li Molan only felt that she had a feeling of being reincarnated, and this kind of fireworks breath had not been felt in the Yubei Tomb for half a year.

He found an empty seat with no one on the street, and just happened to lean on the window on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the street scene outside, recalling the experience in the tomb of Yubei, and feeling a little emotional.

He is going to go to the White Lotus Holy Mountain once in two days, and then observe the secret scriptures of the true path, and then leave Lin'an City after stepping into the realm of enlightenment.

As for the farther things, about how to leave the Dao Domain and go to Kyushu, he vaguely knew a general direction in this regard, but what the dry wine poem told him was that if the strength was not enough, don't try, at that time he asked how much strength he needed to go to that place, but the dry old man said two words, Netherworld, and then he stopped talking.

If it is said that in the martial arts, he can rise from the realm of ascending to the peak to the realm of returning to the basics, and it can barely be regarded as the strength of the Netherworld, but after all, he has only just entered the peak of the peak, and the time is less than a year, so it is naturally far away.

And the cultivator enters the netherworld, not to mention how long it takes in between, not to mention that there is a big hurdle in the realm of life and death if the cultivator wants to enter the netherworld, which is extremely dangerous and even more difficult than the martial arts.

To sum up, Li Molan found that he probably had no possibility of going to Kyushu in the past few years, so he could only put it aside temporarily.

Outside the window, there are many pedestrians and bright lights.

Of course, these students of the Enlightenment Academy are often in pairs, like talented and beautiful couples, probably after returning safely from the tomb in Yubei, ready to celebrate.

Li Molan looked at these men and women, and then looked at her lonely appearance of drinking alone, and suddenly remembered Yu Huaji.

What happened to the toxins in her body? Is she okay now?

Thinking about these questions, a trace of worry appeared on Li Molan's face, and he didn't even notice it. (To be continued.) )