The second most well-known mansion in Los Angeles belongs to Mozong, against the noon autumn sun, the black glazed tiles are shining, the high platform hall is scattered, and the servants shuttle between three and two, and the footsteps are windy.

Mozong today, a distinguished guest came.

Of course, the real distinguished guests did not refer to a few people from Zhenghou Mountain, but an old man at the dinner table at this time and a cold woman standing behind him.

The various delicacies that spread out the round table are shiny and steaming, reflecting this place into Penglai Wonderland.

The old man's name is Ye Yun, he is a doorman in the General's Mansion, he obviously has a well-known name, but he is dressed simply, his face is covered with ravines, he is about seventy years old, but he looks radiant and red. There was a withered yellow gourd in front of him, and everyone who was in the rivers and lakes knew that this was a thing that an old drunkard cherished as his life.

The woman behind the old man was tall, her skin was as white as snow, and there was silence in her eyebrows, and that posture was not far behind even in the palace.

The people in the room sat around the table, and occasionally laughed or talked to set off a pleasant atmosphere, but the woman stayed away, neither sat down nor talked to anyone, but quietly held the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and swept her cold gaze out of the window.

"Miss Ye, why don't you really come to taste it?"

Feng Zheng, the sect leader of the Mo Sect, was dressed in brocade clothes, and his voice was low and majestic, seeing that this woman seemed to be in two worlds with everyone, he thought that he could not lose the gift of the master, so he had to invite him again.

The woman turned her head to look at Feng Zheng, but turned her head straight away, ignoring Feng Zheng's words.

"My granddaughter, it has always been like this, Sect Master Feng should not be too careful."

The old man snorted, but there was not much guilt in his words, as if he was used to it.

Feng Zhengneng led Mo Zong to break his wrists with the East Pole Gate in Los Angeles, naturally he had two brushes, and his face did not show anger due to contempt, and he smiled unhurriedly: "Mr. Ye has this granddaughter, he is really envious of it, if the two unsuccessful people in my family can also have this talent, it will be blessed by the immortals." ”

Although this old man's cultivation has entered the realm of the third type of person, he is not a first-class master when he looks at the world. But his granddaughter Ye Ayaxue was young, but she showed an amazing cultivation talent, but in her early twenties, she had already stepped into the ranks of the third type of people, which made the cultivators present all breathtaking.

"Hey, this girl is good at everything, but she doesn't talk much." Ye Yun glanced back at Ye Lingxue with a smile, his eyes were full of doting, and then he clenched his fists and added to everyone present, "Please also invite Haihan." ”

"Where is Mr. Ye, it's too late for us to envy."

Lu Xu Daoren took a sip of tea, stroked his beard and said with a smile, he was envious and envious, but he was disdainful in his heart, secretly thinking that if you see how high the talent of my newly recruited disciples is, I am afraid that you will be shocked.

"The disciples of Zhenghou Mountain are not ordinary, this Zhang Xian, Zhao Xian, and..."

Ye Yun looked at the short and fat disciple sitting at the end of the dining table and suddenly paused.

"Lei Ding." Lu Xu Daoren hurriedly added that this short and fat disciple has not shown up since he entered Los Angeles, and his sense of existence is extremely weak, so that even Wu Qiufang, who has become a fellow disciple, does not know who his surname is, not to mention this Ye Yun, who is the first person he has seen.

"Oh, nephew Lei Xian, I'm sorry." Ye Yun said a little apologetically, and then picked up at the end, "You virtuous nephews can know at a glance that they are from a family and have achieved success in cultivation, so don't be modest. ”

Lu Xudao smiled and arched his hand without smiling: "Where can I compare to Miss Ye." ”

At this moment, Zhao Yunzhu also showed her general gentleness, and echoed softly: "Miss Ye's talent is really beyond our reach. ”

Still Zhang Qi, who is usually arrogant, does not dare to make a mistake at this moment, after all, the gap between the third type of people and the fourth type of people, there are many people who cannot cross it in their lifetime.

Seeing that everyone was greeting each other, Feng Zheng, as the master, naturally wanted to drag the topic back to the right path, so he cleared his throat and said: "Daoyou brought them to discuss the important things ordered by the general, which shows that they have won the trust of Daoist friends and must be the star of the future." ”

Seeing that he was talking about the general, Ye Yun no longer talked about it, and said with the same straight face: "We are ordered to come here this time, one is to make a few more Taoist friends from Zhenghou Mountain, and the other is to talk about today's temples. ”

"You might as well speak up."

Feng Zheng Dao.

"It's not an outsider, the old man chattered a lot. Do you know about the orphan of the eighth prince? Ye Yun's eyes were not big, but they narrowed into a slit at the moment, so that people couldn't see what their eyes were.

"I've heard a little." Luxu Daoist replied that Zhenghou Mountain traveled among the major forces of Renjun and Yuanhou, and the news was naturally well-informed, and he got this news as early as sixteen years ago.

"Didn't you say that the child was strangled by the order of the human king?" Feng Zheng thought for a moment and asked suspiciously.

"As far as we know, sixteen years ago, Empress Yuan ordered the killer to slaughter the Eighth Prince's Manmen, leaving only one child, and then the Emperor ordered the Dongji Gate to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, but..."Ye Yun suddenly paused, his voice was a little painful, after all, the Eighth Prince's kindness to the general is like a mountain, and the general has always regarded himself as the heir of the Eighth Prince's will.

"But what?" Zhang Qi suddenly interjected, and this behavior of ignoring the dignity of the elders and young made Lu Xudao's face unpleasant.

But Ye Yun didn't care, shook his head slightly, and said: "Although Renjun wants to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, there is still a trace of benevolence and righteousness in the East Pole Gate, and he did not kill the orphans of the Eighth Prince's family, but secretly sent them to the wasteland. ”

Don't say that Zhou Zong is here, even if Qiufang is here, he has to scold the last thing, he has obviously lived steadily in Zhenming Mountain for 16 years, how did he go to the deserted country again.

It seems that a shocking bloody case in the imperial city has indeed cast a veil of mystery on this world, so that even the high-ranking general can't know the whole picture behind it.

Feng Zheng knew that the general's children were studying art at the East Pole Gate, even if they had a deep hatred with the East Pole Gate, they didn't dare to speak at this moment, so they had to say euphemistically: "Zhou Zong is a man and a king, and he really dares to go against the king's order?" ”

"From what I know about Master Zhou, he did it."

Ye Yun suddenly showed a smile, he didn't call Zhou Zong's name directly, but called Zhou Zongmen, presumably he also had some respect for him.

"Looking down, he didn't dare to do this, and it was too childish to gamble with the lives of thousands of disciples of the Dongji Gate to gamble on the monarch's order."

Feng Zheng didn't agree with Ye Yun's words, put down the wine glass in his hand, and guessed in detail.

"Whatever he did, at least the kid was alive." Ye Yun turned his words and frowned, even Ye Ayaxue behind him couldn't help but glance back, even if his eyes were still unpleasant.

Lu Dao people didn't know much about this, so it was naturally inconvenient to interject, so they just listened to the conversation quietly, with a dignified face.

"Master, who are the eight princes they are talking about? Why have the disciples never heard of this name? ”

Zhang Qi sat on the right side of Lu Xu, and at this moment he leaned in front of Lu Xu and whispered in a low voice.

"Don't ask too much." Listening to Zhang Qi's words, Lu Xudaoren's face was gloomy, and he whispered.

Since the absence of the eighth prince, the surrounding small countries began to be ready to move, but fortunately, the DPRK sent a general to the expedition, and won many battles, so as to maintain the peace of the border. However, this also made the general's military achievements prominent, and faintly formed the climate of the second Eight Princes. For Zhenghou Mountain, he is naturally the master who cannot afford to offend, and he does not dare to make a mistake.

Ye Yun pondered for a moment, and then continued: "Now, we have received a tip-off that the child will return to the Xia Kingdom. ”

As soon as this remark came out, it shocked the four seats.

Those who know that the eighth prince was famous back then know that when this son enters the Xia Kingdom, there will be another bloody storm, whether it is the king or the queen of the Yuan, whether it is a temple or a river and lake, it is impossible to sit idly by.

Qin lost his deer, and the world chased it.

Although the orphan of the eighth prince is not the imperial power, it must be the object that all forces want to get their hands on. Judging from the bright side, both Renjun and Empress Yuan can't keep him, and the old department of the Eighth Prince will try their best to ensure that he returns to the temple. And in this earthly world, behind the many forces are intertwined with the temple, and naturally it is impossible to be alone.

Although it has been 16 years since the death of the eighth prince, no one dares to underestimate the influence of this prince whose protégé is all over the world and whose military exploits can shock the son of heaven. If the general held high the banner of the old department of the Eighth Prince, raised his arms and shouted, and was willing to seek justice for the bloody case of that year, there should be countless people.

"Mr. Ye, what is the general's arrangement for this?" Feng Zheng knew very well that this matter was not trivial, and said calmly, his voice was a little hoarse.

"The Mo Sect is powerful, and Luocheng is the only way from the Desert Country to the Xia Kingdom, and I also ask the Wind Sect Master to find this son in time." Ye Yun suddenly clenched his fists and said solemnly.

"Mo Zong will definitely do his best, and please rest assured that the general and Mr. Ye will do their best." Feng Zheng didn't dare to slack off, and also hugged his fists and saluted back.

"If you find this son, please also ask Luxu Taoist friends to lead him back to the mountain and preach for him."

Ye Yun saw that Feng Zheng agreed, so he naturally didn't bother to talk anymore, but instead changed the conversation and handed it to Lu Xu Daoren.

"Why Zhenghou Mountain?"

Lu Xu Daoren asked cautiously, although they also wanted to establish a good relationship with the general's forces, but after all, they were betting on many sides, and they didn't dare to fall too much to one of them.

This kind of tightrope gambler's idea, Ye Yun is very clear, since it is impossible to win the East Pole Gate, then Zhenghou Mountain, which is among the best in the cultivation realm, is naturally an excellent alternative, how to tie it to his chariot is another major purpose of Ye Yun's trip.

"There are thousands of disciples in Zhenghou Mountain, if the orphans of the Eighth Prince are mixed in, it will naturally not be easy to detect, of course, this is just the icing on the cake. And the status of Zhenghou Mountain in the cultivation realm does not need to be repeated, it is definitely resounding in the sky, the eighth prince is famous in front of and behind him, isn't the two a pair made in heaven? ”

Ye Yun opened the yellow wine gourd and took a sip, the wine must be really sweet and refreshing, in such a serious atmosphere, he could also drink the old man with a smile on his face.

"The stakes are very high, let me go back to the mountain immediately to discuss with the sect master."

Luxu Daoist knew that if this matter was not handled properly, he was afraid that it would bring ruin to Zhenghou Mountain, and although his status in Zhenghou Mountain was not low, it was far from being able to make his own claims, so he had to press this matter for the time being.

"Then wait for the good news of Daoyou."

Ye Yun knew that the Luxu Daoist did not have the right to make this decision, but instead smiled and said with a smile, not in a hurry.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Without waiting for the meal to end, Lu Xu Daoren stood up, and at this moment, there was no need for him to stay here.

The people present knew in their hearts that Lu Xu couldn't wait to go back to the mountain to discuss the orphan apprenticeship of the eighth prince.

"There are Lao Daoyou." Feng Zheng did not hold back, and said respectfully, whether it is successful or not, it is better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

After saying that, he turned his head and said loudly to the door: "The Bone Demon Envoy sends off guests." ”

Lu Xu Daoren didn't shirk either, just bowed to you, and left with three disciples with a solemn face.

This side of the box came out of the Mo Sect, and the other side of the box entered the inn.

Wu Qiufang turned his back on Li Changfeng, who was so drunk, and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, there was a thunderstorm rolling down outside, Qiu Fang stared sideways, and there was a black bird on the window lattice.

Qiu Fang settled the sleeping Li Changfeng, and slowly walked towards the window.

There was another "boom" in the air, and yellow flashes pierced the sky.

It seems that a rain is about to fall.

Akifang closed the window.