As night fell, more convoys came to the outside of Longqing City in Qiansu County, making this field look much more lively than before. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Many people, especially peasant families living outside the city, watched curiously from a distance, looking at these rare immortals by the moonlight.

However, these people are also quite measured, and no one dares to get too close.

Even the bold children stood in the distance with fear at the moment, full of awe, and this gaze satisfied the vanity of some young monks to a great extent.

The convoy from Daomen finally arrived at the beginning of night.

The convoy was long, stretching from the horizon at the edge of the wilderness, like a long black serpent.

The convoy was crowded, and after it stopped, many students jumped out of the car, and it was a bit noisy.

Their initial excitement had almost worn out in the bumps of the journey, and now they were mostly complaining about the congestion of the carriages and the relocation of the road.

Yu Huaji sat calmly in the carriage, she heard the noise outside, frowned, and was unwilling to order others as a saint, and was a little conflicted for a while.

However, these voices soon subsided, firstly, because the students of the Enlightenment Academy themselves had extremely high cultivation, and secondly, because there were several Daoist disciples who were drinking them.

Yu Huaji heard Zi Xiaoxiao's stern voice, and the girl who was always restrained in front of her came to her mind, and couldn't help but smile.

She lifted the curtains and glanced outside.

The moon is beautiful, and those moonlights are sprinkled on the ground, sprinkled on the mountains and forests, gilding the heavens and the earth with a layer of silver.

In the distance, near the convoy of other sects, there were many disciples talking together, and the disciples from the Dao Sect and the students of the Enlightenment Academy were already very quiet in comparison.

She saw Zi Xiaoxiao with her hands on her hips, putting on a serious and indifferent posture, reprimanding some students who were too noisy and seemed to be very uneducated, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Zi Xiaoxiao's eyes swept away, and she inadvertently saw the curtains raised by the saint's carriage, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Yu Huaji winked at her, then withdrew her gaze and lowered the curtains.

Zi Xiaoxiao probably understood that her holy lady must have been bumpy and extremely boring all the way, so she first glanced at the noisiest Wudao Academy students with a warning gaze, said a few stern words, and then walked to the holy woman's carriage.

In the carriage of the other chariot, Wang He Wushuang and Paper Xiren sat in the carriage, and they had no intention of getting down.

They don't complain like those students of the Enlightenment Academy, their achievements do not depend on talent, but more on hard work and sweat, the bumps along the way are actually not a big deal, and they are not interested in getting out of the car and mingling with those ordinary disciples.

"I saw Xiao Yi, that hypocrite. ”

Wang He Wushuang put his head deep out of the window, looked at the convoy of other sects, and saw a figure that was not a stranger in the crowd, so he said.

Paper Xiren smiled: "So, what are you going to do?

Wang He Wushuang said as a matter of course: "This is a must, the priority of this matter is higher than beating you up, and then you will do it after entering the Yubei Tomb." ”

Paper pities people and pats their thighs: "The hero sees the same thing!

The expressions of the two of them smiled in a tacit understanding at this moment, with a vague hint of insidiousness.

"I saw my father. Wang He Wushuang said suddenly.

He was still lying on his stomach at the window, his eyes looking at the trees bathed in the moonlight in the distance.

"Then should you get out of the car and say hello to your father?" asked the paperman.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy, although this time his old man personally went out to ensure the safety of this place, but this old man talked too much to me, nagging and talking endlessly, I would rather pretend to be dead and not see it. Wang He Wushuang said.

Paper Xiren said: "When you are old, you will naturally love to nag, you should be considerate of your father." ”

Wang He Wushuang said angrily: "I don't need your preaching. ”

This is the last night of the opening of the Yubei Tomb, and for those cultivators who come here for the first time, it seems to be a long time, some lone rangers have already tossed and turned in the inn of Longqing City, and the young disciples of the Great Sect have gathered near the chariots and horses on their side, either meditating or talking, waiting for the arrival of dawn.

At the edge of the woods in the twilight there were several unusual chariots.

The carriages of these chariots are very magnificent, full of luxury, and also have the emblem of the Wang He family.

There were a few people standing next to the carriage.

No one dared to approach this place, because these few people were all big shots.

They possess the cultivation of the late stage of the Dragon Eye Realm, and even a few of them may already be powerhouses of the Self Knowing Realm.

They are here to deter the small and ensure the safety of the trip.

The head of the Wang He family was one of them, and in addition, there were three strong men who were also members of the Wang He family, as well as an elder from Emperor Zizhai, and another man.

These big names are very strong, but in terms of the degree of attention, the Wang He family is doing their best, but the other sects have not let too strong people come over to sit in charge.

It's not because these sects don't care about the safety of the trip to the Yubei Tomb.

It's because there's a person here, it's not needed.

The middle-aged man who never said a word, with long hair and a shawl, starry eyebrows and sword eyes, all handsome adjectives were enough to describe him.

The white robe made him look no less bookish than any scholar, and his peaceful expression seemed to be an ordinary teacher.

The cultivators who walked out of Longqing City, the cultivators who walked out of the major sects, and even the head of the Wang He family were very respectful to this man.

Because his name is Ye Luo.

Anyone who has been to Yongzhou knows that Yongzhou has a big family that has been passed down for thousands of generations, called the Ye family.

Although this family is not a family of cultivators, most of the cultivators are aware of the existence of this family.

Because Ye Luo is the head of the Ye family in Yongzhou, he is also a rare Netherworld powerhouse in the world.

No one knows when Ye Luo set foot in the Netherworld, as far as the public knows, in the past two hundred years, only the dead Jun Stranger has entered the Netherworld, but many people speculate that Ye Luo also entered the Netherworld during this period.

He is the only Netherworld powerhouse who does not belong to the Three Great Dao Sects, and the world respects him as Ye Luo Zhiqiu, because his peerless knowledge is called Ye Luo Zhiqiu.

Because of his existence, even the head of the Wang He family around him, as well as the three elders of the Wang He family, and an elder of the Emperor Zizhai, all seemed a little silent because of some inexplicable pressure.

Ye Luo calmly looked at the cultivators gathered here, silent, seemingly quiet and indifferent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Many young powerhouses looked at each other cautiously, fearing that their adoring gaze would annoy the legendary powerhouse.

The face of the head of the Wang He family was immersed in the night and he couldn't see clearly, he knew that his son was in the chariot of the Daomen, but he didn't understand why the kid refused to come to see him, and he was a little puzzled.

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Suddenly, many disciples turned their heads and looked at the official road in the field.

The official road in the dark night was still clear in front of the moonlight, and two convoys could be vaguely seen coming from different intersections, approaching the open space here.

"It's the people of Teikosai and Akinayama. Wang He Wushuang leaned on the window of the carriage, looking at the empty field under the silver glow.

Hearing this, the paper pity man also stood up, walked to the window of the carriage, and glanced at the two small convoys.

There are very few people from Emperor Zizhai and Qiu Ming Mountain, and they may not add up to as many people as the Daomen, but if you remove the students of the Enlightenment Academy in the Daomen convoy and only look at the disciples of the Daomen, in fact, there is not much difference in the number of people from the Three Great Dao Sects, and there are only a dozen people.

Most of the dozens of people from Teizizhai and Akinayama stayed in the carriage, and only a few chose to come out to breathe.

Similarly, the area where this part of the people were located was particularly quiet, and in such a comparison, it was even more noisy in the area where the disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect of Guanxin Valley were located.

Ye Luo, the legendary powerhouse standing at the edge of the woods, also saw the convoy of Emperor Zizhai and Qiuming Mountain, and his expression was calm.

Then he looked to the horizon in the distance.

At this moment, the sky is not so dim, and the peaks of the mountains on the horizon have a touch of fish belly white.

It's almost dawn.

Dawn came.

Ye Luo stroked the long flowing hair of his shawl, and then said, "The time has come." ”