When the two of them fell from the canopy, the night still hung over L.A.

The prosperity of this Los Angeles City, even if the night is deep, can not cover those fire trees and silver flowers, the lights of the lights tear apart the dim night, reflecting the whole city as bright as day.

"This is L.A." Zhou Zong overlooked the city of Los Angeles at his feet, the lofty pavilions and floors rose and fell one after another, and he was satisfied, as if the entire city was in his pocket.

"It's so close to home." Wu Qiufang sighed, feeling that it was only an hour or two, and the nine-hundred-mile journey had been left behind them.

Zhou Zong smiled heartily, tidied up his clothes, and taught a lesson with his head held high: "If you don't want to say that the essence of your talisman has not yet been comprehended, this spirit bird talisman can turn into ten thousand birds, both your master's bird, and my eagle, this eagle travels thousands of miles a day, just nine hundred miles, and it is not a matter of blink of an eye." Boy, practice with good intentions, the use of a talisman is far wider than you think, don't stick to one thing. ”

When Qiu Fang heard this, he hurriedly nodded yes, in his eyes, how did the master use this charm, he thought that this charm could only be used for this way, but he never thought that it could be used for other purposes.

The body of the eagle fell at the gate of the city, and the uncle and nephew turned over and got off the carving, and the eagle let out a long cry in the air, and the whole body of the bird gradually dispersed with the wind.

Qiufang looked up, the city tower was towering, heavily guarded, and every ten steps on the wall, there was a torch inserted, endlessly, until it went straight into the corner. Through the moonlight, you can vaguely see the figures walking around, moving back and forth on the upper floors.

"Remember, Los Angeles is just an ordinary city, and most of them are ordinary people, so we can't use spells in the city at will, so as not to cause unnecessary noise." Zhou Zong's expression was a little serious, and he led the autumn boat towards the city gate.

Qiu Fang nodded, and before he could answer, he heard a rough voice upstairs shouting, "Who is coming?" ”

When Zhou Zong heard this, he also shouted in a neutral voice, "Zhou Zong! ”

Qiu Fang followed the prestige and saw a sturdy young soldier, his left foot on the battlement of the city wall, his left hand hanging on his lap, leaning over to look at his uncle and nephew, a dark blue armor dyed by the moonlight with a layer of silver-white mist.

Looking at it again, he was carrying a white feather arrow and a long bow, with a long sword at his waist, and he was heroic, but his back was against Haoyue, and he couldn't see his face in the dark.

Zhou Zong's name is known to everyone in the whole Los Angeles, and the soldiers guarding the city listened to this voice, estimated that they saw the previous eagle, and they already knew it in their hearts, and said with a slightly hoarse voice: "Master Zhou, please come in." After saying that, he waved his hand towards the top of the gatehouse, and the huge city gate was ripped up with a "bang", and the entire Los Angeles gate was opened.

Zhou Zong hugged his fist upwards, called Wu Qiufang, and stepped into the city.

There are nine cities in the Xia country, the imperial city is in the middle, and Los Angeles is in the east, and the barren country in the desert must pass through here, so the commerce and trade of Los Angeles is prosperous, the market during the day is full of people, the passing caravans are endless, and the shouting and selling are endless. Behind the prosperity is an undercurrent surging, mixed with fish and dragons, not to mention the eyes and ears of the subordinates of the imperial city and the secret agents planted by the wasteland, that is, the cultivators, except for the most powerful Dongji Gate, there are also all kinds of things, hidden openly and secretly.

Zhou Zong led Wu Qiufang into the city, and began to explain the story of the world to this ignorant nephew.

"We live in the Xia Kingdom, and at the foot of Zhenming Mountain is the Imperial City, and this is the easternmost part of the Xia Kingdom - Los Angeles. Further to the east, there is a boundless desert, and in the desert there is a wasteland that has never been harmonious with us, and it has only been in the past few decades that with the marriage of the king and the princess of the wasteland, it has become better. ”

When Zhou Zong said this, his eyes became deep and dark, as if he had said half of his words and hidden half of them.

And the thoughts in Wu Qiufang's mind were elsewhere, he had heard the word desert Gobi mentioned by Taoists, but what the desert looked like after all, he had never seen it, and he couldn't help but be a little curious in his heart.

He was stunned for a long time and didn't answer, causing Zhou Zong to look at him sideways, as if he had guessed his thoughts, and said, "Don't worry, maybe you will have to go to the desert for a while." In order to show friendship to the wasteland, the king only arranged a very small number of soldiers in the city, and did not appoint the city lord, so he made an undefended posture. But behind the scenes, it is inevitable that all forces will crisscross each other, both good and bad. Fortunately, when it comes to who has the thickest arm, we are the best at Dongjimen, so you can settle here for a few months before you set off to the painting city. ”

Qiu Fang nodded seriously, although the Taoist had already told him what was going down the mountain beforehand, but he didn't have a clue at all, not to mention finding out the case of the destruction of the Eighth Prince's Palace, even the fact that he was the bloodline of the Palace, he was also confused. What's more, since he was a child, he has been accustomed to living in his sixties, and he cultivates truth every day and asks, and he has no obsession with those who destroy the door and do not destroy the door, and those who do not take revenge.

Zhou Zong saw that Qiu Fang didn't talk much at the moment, thinking that he had just fought with someone, and then he was tired of traveling and driving, thinking that he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he didn't talk to him anymore, but just led him to walk in silence.

After all, the two of them are cultivators, walking on the road, walking fast, constantly shuttling between ordinary alleys, and after a short time, they came to a huge mansion.

Qiufang looked up and saw that there were several gold-inlaid red lanterns hanging at the door of the mansion, and the lintel was inscribed with three golden characters of "Dongji Gate", and the edge of the plaque was carved with a cloud pattern, showing the trend of four corners, and the big characters were arched in the middle.

"It's home, let's go in." Zhou Zong said a little tiredly, and went back and forth to Zhenming Mountain in one day, and tiredness slowly climbed into his heart. But he still straightened his clothes, refusing to show this weariness, and his expression became dignified, and the fatigue in his words was firmly locked in his heart.

Wu Qiufang answered and followed Zhou Zong into the gate.

Inside the gate, there is another world. Five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the first floor, the corridor waist is back, the eaves are pecked high, and everywhere declares the wealth of the East Pole Gate. In the middle of the night, most of the disciples in the door had already fallen asleep, and occasionally two disciples who patrolled the courtyard came forward to say hello when they saw Zhou Zong, and those who were curious and troublesome would look up and down at Wu Qiufang, who was wearing a simple Taoist robe behind Zhou Zong.

coincided with Wu Qiufang's youth, and his handsome and agile cheeks attracted the sideways glances of the male and female disciples. Since entering the door, Zhou Zong has changed his playful and angry scolding look, his expression is much more solemn, and he walks with a tigerish style.

After entering the inner courtyard, Zhou Zong waved his hand, signaled Qiu Fang to stop, and took a few steps forward alone. In the middle of the inner courtyard is a large copper clock, which has long been rusted, and looks antique and solemn under the background of the firelight. Zhou Zong walked to the front of the bell, ten fingers into a fist, hammered the bell, and the yellow bell rang loudly, and the sound was long, resounding throughout the courtyard.

The young man watched from afar, not knowing what Zhou Zong's intentions were, and he was a little puzzled in his heart, when he saw five figures falling behind Zhou Zong, and said in unison: "Master." ”

Zhou Zong looked around, nodded expressionlessly, and asked, "Is there any news from the eighth child?"

A short and thin old man with a hat on his back and a robe shook his head, his outfit looked out of place with this luxurious house, and his face was also full of wrinkles, looking more vicissitudes than Zhou Zong. The old man replied in a hoarse voice: "There is no news yet, I have sent a message to ask Lao Qi to come back first, and then go to find him on another day." ”

When Zhou Zong heard this, he frowned and looked at the night, and after a long period of silence, his brows stretched slightly, and he said with a solemn expression: "Okay, let Lao Qi come back first." Everyone will follow me into the inner hall first. After that, he turned to Wu Qiufang and said, "Qiufang, you come too." ”

Qiu Fang received the order and followed everyone into the inner hall with apprehension.

The inner hall is illuminated by candlelight on the wall, and the green bonsai and cultural porcelain are dazzling. In the center is a large chair facing the entrance, and in front of the chair there are ten smaller chairs on either side.

Everyone at the East Pole Gate sat down easily, only Qiu Fang stood alone in the hall, his hands behind his back, squeezing tightly, since he remembered, it was the first time he had seen so many people, quite a little embarrassed.

"This child is the orphan of the Eighth Prince's family, Wu Qiufang." Zhou Zong sat upright on the chair, pointed to Qiufang with his finger, and said to everyone.

Everyone stared at Qiu Fang with wide eyes and looked at it for a long time, and the first to speak was still the old man in the robe, and he said with a little anger: "Why did you bring him back?"

When Zhou Zong heard this, he didn't look at the old man, his eyes were still looking straight ahead, he looked at the young man and frowned and said, "Disciple of the East Pole Gate, what's wrong with appearing in the East Pole Gate?"

"No!" The old man shouted, and his short body rose from his chair, his dissatisfaction overflowing. "Don't we obey the orders of the king?"

When Zhou Zong heard this, he was really wrong, and after a little silence, he slapped the armrest of the wooden chair, and also shouted: "What, the will of the king is difficult to violate, and the will of heaven can be violated?" Fourth, you have to make it clear that although we are acting for the people, we are not courtiers, let alone soldiers. Go with the sky, do it as you wish, the East Pole Gate has its own rules and regulations. ”

Seeing that Zhou Zong was so tough, the short and thin old man pursed his lips, revealing a cold smile, he also refused to give in, took two steps forward, walked to the center of the inner hall, turned slightly sideways, pointed to Wu Qiufang behind him, and said sarcastically to Zhou Zong: "This kid, his background is known to everyone, why the king does not allow him to go down the mountain, we know it even more in our hearts, I don't believe that the head of the Dongji Sect will not know the consequences of such an act, although we are not obedient to the king, but we are also responsible for the safety of more than 1,000 disciples in the whole sect." ”

The argument between the two in front of him was full of gunpowder, and the young man was shocked to listen to it, usually in the mountains he was discussing Taoist doctrine with Taoists, but he had never experienced this kind of verbal battle, so that he didn't know what to do for a while, so he had to clench his hands into fists and stand in place in embarrassment.

A slender middle-aged woman in the seat saw that the two were arguing, so she had to stand up and persuade: "Fourth Senior Brother, you don't say a few words, Senior Brother in charge has his own reasons for doing this. ”

After that, he said to Zhou Zong again: "Senior brother in charge, this kid has a spiritual face, and he has studied art with the second senior brother for many years, so he must not be weak." ”

Zhou Zong saw that the middle-aged woman had a round game, so he also got off the donkey down the slope, and several elders were arguing in front of Qiufang whether it was indecent, so he had to cough and say: "Qiufang's qualifications, none of you here have it, at a young age, you have already understood the ability to draw talismans out of thin air." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was moved, and the short old man who was gritting his teeth on the side couldn't help but squint at Wu Qiufang, revealing an incredible expression.

A frivolous man in the seat, who was playing with the folding fan in his hand from front to back, changed his joking appearance that everything had nothing to do with me, patted the grim swordsman beside him, and laughed in a low voice: "Brother Jiu, the opportunity is rare, you can go and compare with him whether your sword is faster or his Fu is stronger."

Hearing this, the swordsman showed a disgusted expression, and coldly rebuked: "My sword is faster than yours." ”

The man was not angry, he opened the folding fan with a "snap", shook it gently, and smiled disapprovingly: "You started early, and the sword is faster than me." But your sword can't beat the talisman of the little master and nephew, that is, your sword path is dull. The smile on the man's face became stronger, and the atmosphere of provocation became stronger.

"Nonsense!" The swordsman snorted softly, his cold face became even more gloomy, and he turned his head to stare at the frivolous man, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as if he was about to pierce a few holes in the person in front of him.

Seeing the tension between the two, Zhou Zong shook his head helplessly, stood up and clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay, the stakes are high, you all listen to me." ”

After that, he stomped his foot, and the sword marks carved on the four walls of the inner hall suddenly emitted a faint light, and at this moment, he realized that they were all runes, presumably using the wall as a medium, and they were carved early.

Looking at the hall again, a silver-white light curtain that is faintly visible to the naked eye spreads out, framing the entire inner hall in it, as if it has become a world of its own.