In the cold winter season, the snow does not melt, piled up, and covers the entire Weihou City with a thick layer of snow shell, the New Year is approaching, everyone is busy with the New Year, but some people still guard their posts.

Wei Hou Mansion

In the main hall, a deacon in Tsing Yi knelt in front of Wei Hou and declared: "The statistics have come out, this time Tsing Yi Pavilion has suffered heavy losses, after many adjustments, the transfer of manpower, has been initially rebuilt, but at present, it can only completely monitor the city, and any more will not be enough." ”

Wei Hou drank ginseng soup, listened to the report of the lower officials, and after a while, put down the empty tea bowl and said, "Oh?

The deacon in Tsing Yi didn't dare to raise his eyes, and when he heard Wei Hou ask, he just responded in a low voice: "Yes, Master Hou." ”

"Well, you go down, and report to me as soon as there is any situation. ”

"Yes!" With that, he slowly got up and walked out.

The snow fell in the city, and only then did he go out, when a gust of wind blew, wrapped in snowflakes, and he couldn't help but tremble, and shivered a little, and the snow fell on his clothes, and the deacon shook the snow on his body and stepped down.

Out of the second gate, the deacon watched the snowflakes fall on the ground, the snow has not melted, and new snow is added, there is a saying in ancient times that Ruixue is a good year, thinking that there will be a good harvest next year, just thinking like this, he went to the street in front of the house.

Because he was not far from the entrance of the hall and his status was lower, he did not call a car, turned a corner, came to the second street, suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves in front of him, and looked at it casually.

The carriage galloped past, the wind blew, the curtain of the door was raised, and a person was faintly revealed, only to see that there was a young man inside, his face was like a cold jade, and there was a faint awe-inspiring bearing, and he felt a little familiar, but in a blink of an eye, the carriage passed, and the deacon settled down, not thinking, and continued to move forward.

Not far away is the entrance of the hall of Tsing Yi Pavilion, it is noon at this time, the people in the hall have gone out to eat and have not come back, it is cold and deserted, and it is very solemn.

When the deacon went in, he saw that there were still a few men in black on duty inside, and he was a little satisfied.

"Ah, Lord Deacon!" several fans hurriedly came over to salute, "You're back." ”

"Well, I went to report to Master Hou just now. The deacon replied casually, paused, and asked, "What information has come from the branch recently?"

The black-clothed fan saw his boss asking, and replied: "The latest batch of lists sent by the cabinet just now, how many of them are red-lettered, do you want to see them?"

"Well, look. As the deacon spoke, the black-clothed man turned around and went into the back hall to fetch it.

Many documents in the Tsing Yi Pavilion are sorted in columns, among which the black ink writing is general information, the blue character writing is more important, and the red letter document is very important, and it is no wonder that the deacon immediately paid attention to it when he heard it, because this fact could not be neglected.

The black-clothed fan walked in with a stack of documents in his hand, took a scroll of portraits, and walked up to the deacon: "Deacon, you see, this is the document that was reported, it was sent last night, and it was just processed in separate files, and there are portraits of people who pay attention." ”

As he spoke, the deacon was silent, took the document, looked at it carefully, and turned another page, and a young Taoist priest with a face like cold jade and a green crown appeared in front of him.

The deacon couldn't help but be surprised, calmed down for a moment, read these documents carefully, pondered for a moment, slapped his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Go and investigate the city gate guard at once, take this portrait with you, see when he goes out, when he comes in, and then go to the various branches to inquire about where this person has gone!"

"Yes!" the black-clothed fan heard this, and promised that it should be.

The deacon thought about it, went out, and as soon as he got outside, he felt the cold wind blowing on his face, and he couldn't help shivering, and he saw that it was snowing like goose feathers outside, but he didn't care, but went straight to the stable and led a horse over, turned over, and galloped away towards all the dark spots in the city.

Half an hour later, after asking the guards at the city gate, the black-clothed fan was rushing towards the stronghold, and on the way, he met the deacon in Tsing Yi who was riding a horse, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw it, and immediately bowed down and called: "My lord!"

The deacon sat on his horse, looking down coldly, the snow was falling, and in a moment both of them were covered with a layer: "Can you inquire clearly?"

"My lord, I have made it clear that this son entered the city at midnight in the morning, went out at midnight, stayed in the city for about two hours, and went to the Taoist Palace. The black-clothed man bowed down in response to his boss's question.

"You go back first!" the deacon dropped this sentence and walked towards the Wei Hou Mansion with a horse share.

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves trampling away, the black-clothed fan raised his head, and when he saw that his boss was gone, he couldn't help but sigh and relax.

Wei Hou Mansion

The deacon in Tsing Yi turned over and dismounted, went up the steps, and said to the Wei Hou soldiers standing left and right: "The deacon of Tsing Yi Pavilion has something to report to Wei Hou, and quickly pass the word!"

Wei Hou's soldiers were shocked when they heard this, and they didn't dare to slack off, so they hurriedly ran inside.

After a while, this Wei Marquis came out and said to the deacon, "My lord, Lord Hou let you in, in the side hall." ”

When the deacon heard this, he handed over the horses to him, and strode towards the side hall of the Marquis of Wei, and when he arrived at the front of the hall, he carefully straightened his clothes, and flicked the snowflakes off his body before entering.

As soon as he entered the side hall, he saw Wei Hou sitting in front, and the deacon hurriedly saluted: "Master Hou, the king of Dayan Guan entered the city at midnight this day, went to Qingyang Palace, and went out in the afternoon, and stayed in Qingyang Palace for two hours!"

When Wei Hou heard this, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but sink, this son came here again to stir up the wind and rain?

"What did he do in the Dao Palace?" Wei Hou asked, his voice low and cold.

"The minister doesn't know!" the deacon truthfully reported that the Dao Palace could not snoop, this was something that everyone knew.

"Go down!"

"Yes!" the deacon retreated when he heard this, and only Wei Hou was meditating in the hall, the thick clouds outside were gloomy and gloomy on the sky, and the salt-like snow particles hit people with pain, and the wind blew all night without stopping, and the weather became strangely cold.

After pondering for a while, Wei Hou's cheek muscles twitched, gritted his teeth, and said quietly for a while: "Sir, come out, I have something to entrust to you." ”

After saying this, the screen behind him moved, and an old man dressed in white clouds came out, looking about seventy years old, covered with silver hair, unusually, his face was the same as that of middle age, two shou eyebrows hung down from his forehead, and his eyes drooped, making it impossible to figure out his age for a while.

"Master Hou, what are you looking for me? The old man walked calmly, glanced at him, and said.

When Wei Hou heard this, he said, "Hmm", first invited the old man to sit down, and then picked up the portrait left by the deacon of Tsing Yi Pavilion, and said: "Mr. Wen, this son is crazy, and he has killed officials and people many times, I am afraid that before the beginning of spring, he will add chaos to the lonely and mess up the overall situation, and ask Mr. Wen to help me get rid of this big evil!"

Mr. Wen was originally the successor of the previous generation of the pavilion lord of the Mending Heaven Pavilion, and now the Lord of the Mending Heaven Pavilion competes for the position of the Pavilion Master, and after the defeat of the Marquis of Wei, it is thirty years later, and now it is the Dinghai God Needle in the house.

When Mr. Wen heard this, he thought about it and asked, "I heard that this son is a Taoist official, but how many products is it?"

When Wei Hou heard this, he couldn't see any spirit, and said slowly: "From the Jiupin Changing Officials, I heard that it is now Yunyuan Kaimai. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Wen leaned back slightly and said, "Don't worry, Master Hou, I will let this person live without passing the New Year!"

"Good, good, good! Thank you, Mr. Wen. When Wei Hou heard this, he was overjoyed.

Mr. Wen's martial arts are very clear, his true qi has been completed, even if he is a Taoist skill, it is difficult to add to his body, once at a banquet, he broke off the flower branch and killed seven assassins in a row.

Wei Hou was polite to him, if this person made a move, Wang Cunye would really not survive the year.

I saw that Mr. Wen always looked calm and unhurried, and bowed slightly: "Since the Hou Ye is anxious, then without further ado, I will go and kill this son for the Hou Ye now." ”

"Okay, when you come back, you will have a feast to celebrate. Wei Hou smiled, and hurriedly said: "This is the information and location of this son." ”

Mr. Wen took it, saluted again, stepped out, and gradually disappeared.

At the same time that Mr. Wen went out, in the main hall of Qingyang Palace, Dao Zheng was sitting on the cloud couch, closing his eyes and pranayama, and the slightest cloud was permeated on the top, and a trace of golden light was hanging down.

And in front of the road, a round of water mirror folds and shine, glowing with water, all kinds of scenery on it are constantly changing, people who are familiar with the layout of the city can find that this is the scene in the city.

At this moment, the water mirror "ding", Qingyu knocked like a sound throughout the hall, affected by this, the cloud couch on the road was slowly exiting from the concentration.

The moment he opened his eyes, it was like a lightning bolt in the dark hall.

Dao Zheng got up at this time, squinted his eyes and looked at the water mirror, and saw that on the water mirror, a large area that was originally shrouded by dragon qi and could not be viewed, a little bright red star, slowly left the city and headed towards Yunya Mountain, the speed was surprising.

Seeing this, Dao Zheng couldn't help frowning, thinking for a moment, closing his eyes and his head, his fingers lightly pinched, and after a while, Dao Zheng opened his eyes, flashing with a sudden look.

"If it is luck, you can't avoid it. In the hall, Dao Zheng sighed slightly, and as soon as the words fell, he saw Dao Zheng's long sleeves wave, and the aerial water mirror was suddenly shattered and disappeared.

This water mirror technique itself is a kind of Dao technique, which can be reunited at any time, but it does not need to be infused with mana to watch at all times, and it was only open to supervise the dynamics before, but now it is ...... I don't need it.

Someone in the Dao Palace instructed Wang Cunye to enter the deep mountains, which was not only Wang Cunye's own move to avoid disaster, but also to reduce Wang Cunye's interference and damage to Wei Hou's luck, so as not to get deeper and deeper.

However, Wang Cunye actually retreated into the mountains, but Wei Hou mobilized masters to attack, which was really lucky, and there was no way to avoid it, so he insisted that Wang Cunye would be involved in the murder.

Wei Hou's foundation, there is this auxiliary star in it, if it falls, then Wei Hou's qi will be ......

Thinking of this, Dao Zheng showed a sneer, slowly closed his eyes, and was speechless anymore, and suddenly the hall fell silent.

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