It was dawn, and it was early in the morning.

When the sun rose, the temperature suddenly rose, and the crowd of spectators was sweating.

The host had already announced the start of the competition between the Chixia Sect and the main team of Yunzhou City, Han Chuang had already stepped into the ring, but the Chixia Sect's side was empty.

This made Yue Qianmo, the elder of the Chixia Sect, a little surprised, he took it for granted that Yan Chiyang was delayed by some things, so he beckoned left and right and said softly: "You guys go to the inn to see, what happened to Yan Chiyang over there?"

According to the rules, incense was lit in the ring, and the three-foot-long incense was inserted in the incense burner, burning slowly, and the time passed minute by minute.

The people who rushed to the inn hurriedly came back, anxiously returned to Yue Qianmo's side, whispered a few words in his ear, his face changed suddenly, and a pair of resentful eyes stared at Han Chuang in the ring, as if he wanted to tear this ordinary-looking man apart.

He finally stood up, walked into the ring, and announced loudly in the surprise of the referee: "Chixia Sect - admit defeat!"

There was an uproar.

"How can you admit defeat, isn't it good?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"I heard that the group of the Chixia Sect has never been out of the inn at all. ”

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

......

Regardless of the noise of the crowd, Yue Qianmo didn't say anything, just blushed and walked slowly to Han Chuang's side, and his voice almost popped out from between his teeth: "I don't know what method you used to make Yan Chiyang refuse to fight, but you'd better not leave the Great Desert, otherwise-"

He snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the ring, leaving Han Chuang with a strong back.

Nie Qingqing walked to Han Chuang's side, glanced at the back, and said in a low voice, "Brother Han, he-"

Han Chuang waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a person who can't afford to lose." ”

He is not afraid of threats, Li Dazhu himself is a non-existent person, he can change his identity at will, and when he walks out of the desert, he will become Han Chuang again, and no one will suspect him, because he has never revealed his identity.

Wei Hongqiong also leaned over with a puzzled expression, touched Han Chuang's arm, and said, "What's wrong with the Chixia Sect? Why did you admit defeat?"

Han Chuang shrugged his shoulders with a smile and said, "How do I know? Maybe they know that they are invincible?" He smiled incomprehensibly.

The next thing became clearer and clearer, and after Han Chuang's competition that decided the quota ended in such a way, the development of the competition became logical, there was no upset, and the teams that should have advanced were all promoted.

By dusk, the sun was hidden in the horizon, Sikong Blood walked into the ring, his eyes wandered on the faces of all the advancing teams, he glanced at Han Chuang deeply, and finally looked at him with eye level, and suddenly said: "After a series of battles, now I announce that the final promotion teams are - Evil Moon Sect, Qingfeng Pavilion, Qingzhu Sect, Danding Sect, Yunzhou City Lord, Dujiang Gate, Moon Night Sect, and Yizi Hui Sword Sect Eight teams, if you have no objection, please gather here in three days, and I and Elder Nie Yuxin of the Sect will lead you to the Linglong Pagoda." ”

Wei Zhenye, who had been frightened, finally breathed a sigh of relief, although he felt that the Yunzhou City home team could get a place, but before that, it was unimaginable, and it was not until the name of the Yunzhou City home team came out of Sikong Blood's mouth that he completely relieved his heart.

He looked at his daughter, and there was pride and worry in his heart, he was proud that his daughter had become the best of the young generation in the southeast region and had obtained the qualification to enter the Linglong Pagoda, but it was precisely because of this qualification that he was even more worried - he knew nothing about the things in the pagoda, the only thing he could be sure of was that there were many dangers inside, and he would not be able to continue to protect Wei Hongqiong, everything depended on her.

This raised a sense of fragile powerlessness in him.

The crowd dispersed, the noise left, the long street returned to calm, and when the last vesting of the dusk faded, the moon quickly climbed into the sky, almost without any intervals, as if the sun had just set and the moon could not wait to rise.

Yan Chiyang walked on the silent long street, his shadow stretched by the dim light, his face was expressionless, and his steps were slow, as if he was reluctant, but he had to move forward.

He was alone, no one followed, whether it was Qin Xiang'er or Mo Chou, they were all left in the inn by him, he didn't know what was going on with the monk looking for him, this feeling of ignorance made him feel bored, and he didn't dare to let others be in danger.

A slight thump made him stop, his ears twitching slightly, as if catching a sound, a cat meow, lazy and natural, like a wild cat roaming the long street every day, there was nothing to doubt.

But Yan Chiyang was suspicious, he sneered, and said loudly: "Come out, don't hide anymore." ”

A figure came out from behind, it was the bright moon, the girl was wearing a lake blue shirt and a flower crown on her head, just like a flower fairy.

Yan Chiyang shook his head and said, "There are still people." ”

There was another person walking out in front of him, thin as if he had been blown out by a gust of wind, the wide cuffs of the gray robe, and his hands were hidden in the sleeves.

Yan Chiyang sneered again and said, "There is another one." ”

A long sigh came from behind him: "How do you know I'm here too." ”

Qin Xiang'er came out in response, with a goose-yellow floor-length skirt, delicate makeup, and a yaoqin in both hands, she looked like a musician who was about to participate in the court performance.

Yan Chiyang shook his head and said softly, "They are all here, will you not come?"

Qin Xiang'er glanced at Mingyue and Mo Chou, and said with a smile: "I'm right, no one can follow him." ”

Mo Chou didn't speak, still maintaining his original standing posture, as if he couldn't speak in the first place, while Mingyue giggled and said loudly: "Yes, yes, yes, no one knows this guy better than you." ”

Turning his head and saying to Yan Chiyang: "Mu Tou Yan, we are already here anyway, and you can't shake it off, so take us to meet that monk." ”

"Nonsense!" Yan Chiyang said in a deep voice, "I can't tell if he's an enemy or a friend, how can I take you there?"

Perhaps because she had never seen Yan Chiyang's annoyed appearance, Mingyue stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to continue speaking, just staring at Qin Xiang'er with a pitiful gaze.

Qin Xiang'er sighed, stepped forward and said: "Brother Yan, it is precisely because we don't know whether we are friends or enemies, so we have to go with us. ”

"Nonsense!" Yan Chiyang said in a deep voice, "Then the monk can't even see through me, what's the use of you going, if he is an enemy, he will only lose his life in vain." ”

"That's better than being alone in an inn and being scared. Qin Xiang'er pursed her lips, revealing the posture of her little daughter.

Yan Chiyang sighed, turned to Mo Chou and said, "Uncle Mo, you can persuade her." ”

He thought that Mo Chou was the oldest of the three, and he took Qinxiang Pavilion as the most important thing in everything, and would never let the quasi-pavilion master of Qinxiang Pavilion take risks, but he didn't expect Mo Chou to let out a long sigh and said:

"Chiyang, let her go with her. ”

Yan Chiyang's face changed, and he said hurriedly: "But-"

Mo Chou interrupted him: "But what's it, but it's dangerous, right?" he smiled and said, "Are you sure you can escape from the hands of the unmonk?"

Yan Chiyang shook his head and said, "His strength is unfathomable, I'm afraid—"

"I'm afraid there's no chance, right?" Mo Chou said, "If the other party is an enemy, you will definitely die, do you think that if you die, Xiang'er will still live?"

Mo Chou sighed, his eyes fell on Qin Xiang'er's face, and at this moment, Qin Xiang'er's face was full of tears.

She said: "Just like Uncle Mo said, you die and I die, you live and I live, there will be no accidents, instead of letting me wait in the inn with fear, it is better to go with you, whether it is a blessing or a curse, we will bear it together." ”

Yan Chiyang stared at Mo Chou and didn't speak, and after a long time, he finally let out a long sigh and said, "It's good for you to go alone, why do you still bring them?"

Mingyue immediately grabbed the words and said: "That's not right, how can I ignore Xiang'er and my best friend, good friend going on an adventure?"

Yan Chiyang's gaze fell on Mo Chou's stone-carved face, even if he no longer thought that Mo Chou's old Cheng would be able to persuade the two girls who didn't know the height of the sky, but he still expected a miracle to happen.

However, a miracle is called a miracle only because it has a very small chance of happening.

Mo Chou said helplessly: "One is the future pavilion master, and the other is my apprentice, I can only go on an adventure with me, right?" After a pause, he continued: "Although the old man's kung fu is not as good as yours, his ability to hide his breath is a must, as long as I don't make a move, no one can feel my existence." ”

Yan Chiyang shook his head, sighed, and said, "Okay, but when you see a monk, don't do it lightly." ”

Several people nodded at the same time.

The night was not too deep, but the garden was already quiet, and a breeze blew in, stirring the golden chrysanthemums, and the petals were scattered and shattered.

This is perhaps the only garden in the desert, in a nondescript courtyard at the end of the long street. The gate of the courtyard has been closed for many years, and no one knows that there is such a miracle place in the courtyard.

That's right, to be in the desert flowers, is indeed a miracle that is not too big or small.

Yan Chiyang walked to the door, he could already smell the rich fragrance of flowers, and Qin Xiang'er, who was walking behind him, couldn't help but show an intoxicated expression.

"It smells so good," she said.

Mingyue also agreed: "That's right, it's the fragrance of flowers." ”

Yan Chiyang didn't speak, he knew that this fragrance was the fragrance of flowers, how could there be flowers in the desert, and how could there be the fragrance of flowers?

Strange people should be treated with care.

He didn't knock on the door immediately, but first tidied up his clothes at the door to make sure that there was no rudeness, and then knocked on the brass ring on the door.

Bang, bang, bang.

After a few loud, rhythmic sounds, the door opened. Yan Chiyang swore that he didn't use his strength, and the door opened by itself, and there was no one behind the door, and the courtyard was in front of him, and as far as the eye could see, it was also empty.

"Be careful. He turned to the two women behind him, and at the same time cast a color to the place where Mo Chou was hiding, and then walked through the door.

He came to the middle of the courtyard, stood in front of a clump of chrysanthemums, and took a deep breath.

The wind carries the fragrance of chrysanthemums, fragrant and fresh. This fragrant and fresh air seemed to have a kind of magic that calmed his beating heart.

What followed was a deeper doubt: it was not a cool autumn September, this garden was full of yellow E chrysanthemums, but the flowers were blooming, and the whole yard seemed to be covered with golden armor.

How can there be chrysanthemums in the desert?

It's not the season when chrysanthemums bloom, why do you have chrysanthemums full of chrysanthemums?

Where is the monk?

Almost instantly, Yan Chiyang thought of leaving, but when he turned back, he found that the road he came from had disappeared, and he didn't see the gate, only a wall of golden chrysanthemums.

He chuckled in his heart and shouted, "You two hide behind me!" As soon as the words fell, countless petals shot out from the chrysanthemum wall, these petals were as thin as rain, but they were as sharp as deadly silver needles.