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"There is no pure land in troubled times, cultivate to protect yourself. Once a great change occurs in Feiyun City, the Three Holy Sects will also be involved in disputes. We can not take the initiative, but we have to defend in advance. The so-called one son is staggered, and all the games are lost, we must be mentally prepared. ”

The people of the chess saint gate are amazingly sharp, bent on winning, and murderous.

Yi Qianjun cultivates chess, domineering and unpredictable.

What Changkong Wuji refines is the piano road, the piano sound is like water, and rigidity and softness go hand in hand.

Different methods have different characteristics, and they also directly affect the character of the cultivator.

This is the conclusion drawn by Yitian's observation and comparison of the situation of Yi Qianjun and Changkong Wuji.

To be honest, Yitian is not interested in the current chat, but he is quite concerned about Changkong Wuji and Yi Qianjun.

Changkong Wuji is the Xuanhuang, his cultivation is amazing, and he enters the Tao with a piano, which is very different from ordinary people who cultivate the truth.

Yi Qianjun has the cultivation of a high-level martial emperor, has superb chess skills, is good at arranging formations, is proficient in the art of war, and is also a lifelike and difficult character.

As for Xu Hongying and Murong Xiaoye, the two daughters are both junior Martial Emperor cultivators, and they may be promoted to intermediate Martial Emperors at any time, which should not be underestimated.

Murong Xiaoye glanced at Yi Qianjun, vaguely displeased, turned his head to look away, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Changkong Wuji smiled and diverted the topic.

"Now that the rain has stopped, you might as well go out for a walk. At noon, I will make the east, and everyone will have a few drinks together. ”

Yi Qianjun said with a smile: "Okay, let's go to Desheng Building, the craftsmanship there is a must." ”

Yitian thought about it for a while, and there was nothing important anyway, so he gladly accepted the proposal.

Immediately, Yitian took Lan Xin, together with Murong Xiaoye, Xu Hongying, Yi Qianjun, and Changkong Wuji, to bid farewell to Deng Bochao, left Yafengxuan, and went to the bustling Xicheng District.

The drizzle in the sky out of Yafeng Xuan has stopped, and people can be seen shuttling quickly on the streets at any time, running through the streets and alleys.

Yitian paid attention to the situation nearby, this Yafeng Xuan is located on the edge of the bustling area of Xicheng District, right at the boundary between the new city and the old city.

Yi Tian didn't know much about the situation in Xicheng District, he just knew that the Imperial Marshal Yang Mu's mansion was located in Xicheng District, and the Snow Soul Cave was also in Xicheng District, so the others were not very clear.

Following behind Changkong Wuji, Yitian asked as he walked forward: "Feiyun City has a large population, in addition to the three giants, the Four Evils, the Three Saints and the Eight Xuanmen, can there be the previous sects of Nanyang that have developed here?"

Changkong Wuji said with a smile: "Naturally, there are sects other than Nanyang to develop here, but due to environmental restrictions, the situation is not very good." As far as I know, there are some forces in Daozhou, Florida, Youzhou, and Xuzhou that have infiltrated the Nanyang realm, but because of the Nangong family, these forces have been greatly affected and have worked very hard to maintain. In Feiyun City, Daozhou's Taoism is quite popular, and Youzhou's swordsmanship is dominated by Qianchuan Jianmen, and Buddhism in Florida has been greatly suppressed here, and it has almost completely withdrawn. The forces of Xuzhou are mainly concentrated in the Red Cloud Empire, and there is almost no trace of them in Feiyun City. ”

Yi Qianjun took over the topic and said: "Daozhou's Taoism is unpredictable, and it is deeply liked by the people who cultivate the truth in Nanyang, but unfortunately what is introduced to Nanyang is only the skin, and the real essence still exists in the seven countries of Daozhou. Of course, the main reason is that the Lieyang Temple and the Nangong family are making an obstacle, and they don't want the outside forces to infiltrate the land of Nanyang too much. ”

As a member of the Nangong family, Yitian is not good at making speeches, so he just listens quietly.

Lan Xin paid attention to the scenery on both sides, and felt that this Xicheng District was much quieter than the Dongcheng District.

The reason for this is estimated to have a lot to do with the imperial marshal Yang Mu.

There are three major Martial Emperors in the entire Feiyun City, but there is no one in Dongcheng District, so it is relatively much more chaotic there.

The southern and northern districts are even stricter, and no one wants to have a conflict in those two districts unless they have to.

Passing through a bustling crossroads, Changkong Wuji, who led the way, suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

Xu Hongying was the first to notice and asked, "Senior Brother Wuji, what's wrong?"

is also a disciple of the Holy Qin Pavilion, Xu Hongying has always called Changkong Wuji a senior brother.

The long-haired shawl frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "The situation is a little wrong, as if something is going to happen." ”...,

Yi Qianjun turned his head and looked around, and said softly: "There is a Taoist temple in front, and there is a strange old Taoist living in it, who is proficient in yin and yang divine calculations, let's go and ask him." ”

Changkong Wuji hesitated: "That old man has a strange temper, I'm afraid I won't be able to ask anything." ”

Yi Qianjun said: "Try it first, let's go." ”

In a flash, Yi Qianjun sped up.

After a while, the group came to an alley where there was a dilapidated Taoist temple.

"There are many rules in this temple, and women are not allowed to enter, so you stay here first. ”

Dropping a sentence, Yi Qianjun should enter first.

Yitian and Changkong Wuji followed, while Murong Xiaoye, Xu Hongying, and Lan Xin stayed at the door of the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is not big, after Yitian entered, through a small courtyard, I saw a dilapidated wooden building standing in the wind. At the entrance of the wooden arm...... A figure hangs upside down in the air, blocking the doorway in a cross-seated position.

At the same moment as he saw the figure, Yitian sensed a subtle probe wave appearing on his side, as light as a breeze and difficult to detect.

Yi Qianjun stood respectfully a few feet away, clasped his fists and saluted: "Senior, can something big happen in the city today?"

The man sitting upside down in the air was an old man in a Taoist robe, his head was already covered with lice, and a foul smell emanated.

Yitian frowned slightly, is such a raunchy, sloppy and ugly person really capable?

This is Feiyun City, and the masters are like clouds.

If Lao Dao is really powerful, how can he be mixed up like this?

"When the old Tao speaks, there will be calamity, and you can't say it, you can't say it. ”

As soon as his body turned, Lao Dao sat cross-legged in the air, opened a pair of small eyes, and stared at Yitian, his eyes were constantly flickering.

Yitian clearly felt a probe wave with the power of transmission acting on his body, and in the blink of an eye, he immersed himself in his body and began to probe his secrets

Yitian was a little shocked, this old Dao's eyes were sharper than Yi Qianjun's, and it was almost impossible to hide.

When the mind moves, the silence is like the wind.

All the fluctuations in the chalk of the celestial body disappeared in an instant, and the whole person was obviously in front of him, but it gave people a feeling of powerlessness.

The old Taoist monster appeared in front of Yitian in the blink of an eye and asked, "Boy, who is your master?"

The old way of questioning is quite strange, not asking who Yitian is, but who Yitian's master is.

Yi Qianjun introduced: "Senior, this is Nangong Feiyu.

Lao Dao's eyes changed slightly, and he suddenly fell back into place, looked at Yitian with a strange expression, shook his head and said, "No, no." ”

Yi Qianjun was puzzled, what did he not refer to, what did he not refer to?

Changkong Wuji took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Senior, junior feels that there seems to be a catastrophe in this Xicheng District, if you know, please tell us." ”

Lao Dao ignored Changkong Wuji, his eyes stayed on Yitian, and asked, "Boy, what you just performed was the Silent Zen Skill of Buddhism?"

Yitian smiled, noncommittal.

Lao Dao wrinkled, glanced at Changkong Wuji, and waved his hand: "Go and go, find a room to hide, and it will pass in a while." ”

Changkong Wuji's eyes lit up and asked, "What are you hiding?"

Lao Dao said angrily: "Of course, it's to avoid disasters." You're a dead wood, and you don't know anything but playing the harp. You're nowhere near the kid who can play chess. ”

Changkong Wuji smiled, not angry, as if he had been scolded by this old way in the past.

Yi Qianjun asked, "Senior, what kind of disaster can be avoided in the house?"

Lao Dao smiled strangely: "You let that kid (Yitian) come and beg me, I'll say." ”

Yi Qianjun was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the angel and said with a smile: "This is easy, then I'll let him speak." ”

Yitian smiled: "No need, I already know what it is, we can go." ”

Sky Mowgli questioned, "Really?

Yi Qianjun didn't move, looking at Yitian with puzzled eyes, wondering about his results.

Yitian smiled mysteriously and said slowly: "Yes, it is the Spirit Control Sect." ”

This answer surprised both Changkong Wuji and Yi Qianjun, but Lao Dao exclaimed, "Boy, how do you know?"

Yitian smiled: "The Buddha said, don't say." ”

After the words fell, he turned around, and Yitian left. Lao Dao shouted, "Boy, stop. ”

Yitian stopped, turned his back to Lao Dao, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You tell me how you know, and I'll tell you a secret about the Nangong family, how about it?"

Yitian's eyes moved slightly, turned around and smiled: "Okay, deal." ”

Lao Dao was overjoyed when he heard this, and said with a strange smile: "Boy, come in with me, and you two will stand here." ”

Changkong Wuji and Yi Qianjun glanced at each other, and each other's faces showed bitterness.

Yitian followed the old way and walked into the wooden building, where a dilapidated god was enshrined, and he couldn't recognize who it was.

Lao Dao came behind the mud bodhisattva and asked cautiously, "Say, how do you know?"

Looking at Lao Dao's cautious appearance, Yitian felt funny, as if this was a big secret.

"I know how to read minds in Buddhism, and the answer comes from you. ”

Yitian's answer was half-true, he didn't know how to read minds, but he could read the thoughts of others for a short time on the level of consciousness in an instant.

Lao Dao looked suspicious, tilted his head to look at Yitian, but couldn't see anything.

Because at this time, Yitian had already prepared, urging the method of silence, so that all the information would be calm, and there would be no fluctuations in the slightest.

In that case, the old way will not detect anything.

"It's your turn, let's say, what secrets does the Nangong family have to make a fuss about. ”

Lao Dao turned his head to look at the sides, and then looked up at the roof again, looking cautious, which made Yitian feel ridiculous...... ）