No matter how prosperous a city is during the day, it will tear off its veil of camouflage to the extreme.

The decay hidden in the sun's rays is now eager to reveal its true colors.

The curfew in Yuezhou is extremely strict, and the people living in the outer city want to enter the inner city at night.

Patrol the city guards in a group of thirty people, orderly guarding the peace of the inner city at night, after the last Anxing army attacked, the city guards have strengthened a few points.

Two figures appeared in the shadows, one in front of the other, the moonlight was as bright as day, but they could not shine their figures, as if a black mist enveloped them, making them isolate from this heaven and earth.

"Today's Yuezhou City is a little different."

Xu Yin and Huo Dongchuan walked on the dark main city road in this way, and the city patrol guards passed by them, but they didn't seem to see them.

A strange feeling rose out of control in Xu Yin's heart, the cold streets were unusually quiet, and the city patrol guards were holding knives in an orderly manner, like the aisles of Yin soldiers.

Yes, that's right, it's the Yin Soldiers.

Huo Dongchuan was behind him, giving up a safe distance, his eyes were firmly fixed on Xu Yin in front of him, Huo Dongchuan today was different from the past.

He seemed to be expecting something.

It seems to be trying to verify some kind of speculation, and that guess is about to be confirmed at this moment.

A dim light stood out in the dark streets.

Two strings of scarlet lanterns are windless and automatic, this is an inn, the door is open, and the lights in the inn shine on the cold bluestone pavement, which is extremely weird.

The moment he saw this light, Xu Yin frowned slightly, obviously he didn't think that in such a dark night, there would be such an inn still waiting for travelers.

Is this an inn for people to stay? If not for people, who would it be? Or rather, what will it be waiting for?

In a moment of trance, Xu Yin strode towards the light.

Huo Dongchuan didn't say a word, just followed behind him.

After entering, I saw that the two strings of red lanterns had a couplet written on them.

"Poor, charming, and demons."

"As far as the yellow spring ends, greed, hatred and hatred, I see my heart."

And there is a plaque on the mahogany archway that is nearly six zhang high, and there are three gilded characters on it: Biquanyi.

Coming to the light and looking inside, Xu Yin's eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

Where is this post station or inn, this is another Yuezhou city.

Yuezhou City, which is full of flowers and people in the daytime.

"Although this is not as good as the blessed land magic weapon, one of the seven magic weapons, the pure spirit platform that uses the entire Shenxiu Peak as the foundation and the entire Lingzhou City is deduced, but it can be regarded as a small blessed land magic weapon."

Shenxiu Peak is so towering, stretching for three hundred miles, the entire Lingzhou City is part of the blessed land magic weapon Pure Spirit Terrace, one of the seven magic weapons.

Huo Dongchuan introduced him behind Xu Yue, who turned his head, he was surprised that Huo Dongchuan was familiar with this place, as if it should have been like this.

"Please come in, this world is yours."

Huo Dongchuan bent down with a smile and made a gesture of please, although Xu Yin had doubts in his heart, but the wonderful familiarity made him suppress the doubts in his heart.

The familiar main city road, the familiar bun shop, the oil seller, the candy man craftsmanship along the street, the spring of the girls in Shufang House and Yicui Garden, and the street wine shops with two or three drinkers are all in reality.

"I haven't seen Old Man Xu for a long time, that stinky beggar, without them, there is a lot less fun."

More than a month after the Anxing rebellion, even though it was extremely frightened at the time, it still became a topic of conversation on people's wine tables for people's entertainment.

"Who knows, maybe it's dead, maybe it's getting out of here and finding another shelter."

It was none other than the poor man who was saved by Xu Yue's shot that day, and her eyes were full of tears of gratitude when she saw Xu Yue.

But now......

The world is impermanent? How can the human heart be speculated?

Xu Yin listened to their conversation, and he didn't know how he would feel in his heart, he was expressionless, and walked quietly in this small blessed place just like reality.

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

It doesn't seem to matter so much where reality is, anyway, Yuezhou City is as pickled as ever.

Until he heard a voice.

"Phew, if it weren't for the Xu Yin brothers and that old beggar Xu, how could Mr. Zheng die!"

The person who spoke was a sturdy man, and his perennial martial arts practice in the martial arts hall gave him a burly appearance that was different from that of ordinary JAC men.

Xu Yin recognized him, and in the entire Yong'an Martial Arts Pavilion, this Young Master Shen and Xu Yue were the most incompatible.

And it was also that day that the person who fell to the ground trembling in fright, and was left in tears after being shot by Xu Yue was also this young master Shen.

"A few beggars die and die, why should Mr. Zheng take his life in vain."

A few people around him echoed with smiles on their faces because they were afraid of his family, and even felt that it was a matter of course at this time.

"Let's go, it's boring here."

Xu Yin patiently listened to their conversation, turned his head expressionlessly, and walked towards the mahogany archway of Biquanyi.

Behind him was Huo Dongchuan, who was still smiling, and after seeing Xu Yin's eyes again, his smile was even worse.

"What does Yuezhou have to do with me? Old man Xu, they'll just be here. ”

Jiangnan, Lingzhou City.

Xu Yue sat up from the bed suddenly, and then a carp stiffened and jumped out of bed.

He was sweating profusely, and now he was panting by the bedside, as if he had just been fished out of the river.

Last night's hangover still made him miserable, and his head weighed like a thousand pounds, and even a sip of water would tear his throat like magma.

"Wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, this is true, the ancients are sincere, do not deceive me."

He rubbed his heavy head, washed his face with difficulty, and then pushed open the door, and saw Wei Zigeng practicing swords in the courtyard.

Wei Zigeng has a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and with his weird light skills, a sword move away from his hand can also become a scenery in the morning.

"You are really diligent, you don't dare to slack off in practicing for a day, if I had half of you, I would already be a peerless master."

Wei Zigeng gave him a blank look, deaf to what Xu Yue said, he didn't even want to discuss anything related to cultivation with this talented Xu Yue.

In just one month, Xu Yue directly stepped into the ranks of the Middle Four Realms from a cultivator, and the seventy-two Immortal Slashing Flying Knives in the Treasure Swallowing Gourd were now able to control the twelve handles with ease, and when Wei Zigeng asked him how to cultivate so quickly that he could progress so quickly, he looked puzzled.

"Isn't that what I should be asking you? I haven't figured out that book yet. ”

With such a talent, and the innate resonance of heaven and earth, my generation of monks pointed to ask that immortality is the path against the sky, but Xu Yue, this side of heaven and earth all want him to be invincible as soon as possible.

He didn't know that every gift had already been marked with a price.

As Xu Yue said:

Heaven and earth gave me such a gift, and at the same time, they also took away the troubles on my path of cultivation.

Outside the guest house, Cheng Huan, the second young lady, who was wearing a water-green long skirt, wearing a Confucian bun on her head, and holding a pure white narrow knife in her hand, walked with cheerful steps, and behind her was Cheng Xi, the little boy who was still playing Hache.

Yesterday I have said that today we will visit the scenery of Lingzhou City in the south of the Yangtze River.

Pinghu Villa is located in the main city of Lingzhou City, Jiangnan Province, backed by Beigu Mountain, facing the water of Taihu Lake.

However, the real scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is in the alleys of this market, shouting and shouting from the fire.

Xu Yue had never stepped out of Yuezhou City in the first twenty years, in his opinion, Yuezhou City was already huge, and it couldn't be bigger, after all, it took him nearly ten years to get acquainted with the entire Yuezhou City.

Until, he saw the first city of Jiangnan Province, Lingzhou City.

Walking the streets and alleys of the suitcase merchants, carrying the burden of the Xianggong, teahouses, wine shops, three steps and one stop, five steps and one lane, the flow of people is like weaving, and there are more fragrant shoulders slightly exposed from the good family lady and the little lotus corner of the Fanghua girl.

In Jiangnan, where the style of reading is prevalent, even a woman who is just a closed-door female worker will be able to tell a little truth, not to mention a young lady who is deeply influenced by the trip of the Holy King.

The king sage once said: The mind is not vain, and everyone has the heart of adultery, and it is fixed on the holy signs of one's own body.

What does this mean? That's what my nerdy brother likes, and I can't listen to it. ”

The second lady glanced at Xu Yue and continued to introduce everything in Jiangnan with the knife in her hand with great interest.

"How do you feel about such a Jiangnan?"

She looked at the knife affectionately, with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.

"Emperor Li set up Confucian temples in various state capitals for the world's scholars, established his heart for students, and enshrined twelve saints.

Wei Zigeng couldn't bear to look at the second lady like this anymore, it was better to see things and think about people than to send affection to the rivers and lakes, thinking that one day the rivers and lakes would see each other again, and it would be better to hold such a thought than to wait for this life, so he forcibly found a topic.

Obviously, this topic is very much in line with the second lady's appetite.

"Wei Shaoxia is well-read and knowledgeable, since the establishment of the dynasty of my Da Li, the Confucian Temple has set up a number of enshrined positions, just my Wensheng has a lineage, the first generation of Wensheng Yan Han, his disciple Yutai Changming, Ran Ziyou and the sage Gongsun Ye, Shang Gu and Gongbo let six people, the remaining six seats were respectively the trip of the Holy King, the book saint had left a dedication, the painting saint Wu Daoan, the soldier saint Chen Qin, the law saint Han Xun and the history of the saint Sima Geng, but Wenlin is rumored that the new Kandi will set up another one in the Confucian Temple before his death, and this person is still alive."

As soon as the second lady talked about the relevant things, she would say them like a few treasures, not because she deliberately showed off, but in her opinion, this was something that everyone should know.

Xu Yue and Wei Zigeng were quickly attracted by Cheng Huan's words, although they didn't like to read, they were willing to listen to stories.

As long as it's a story, you can drink it, even if it's about yourself.

"Can you be moved into the Temple of Literature while you are alive? Is this ......?"

This sentence was said by Xu Yue, and Wei Zigeng looked at Xu Yue in disbelief on the side.

But who does he know there? This way of questioning is what he has seen in his childhood speaking book, and generally those who ask him like this are masters, even if they are not masters, they are also good at rivers and lakes, as if everything is under his control.

Often, if someone answers like this, the person asking the question immediately says, "Yes!" And so on.

"That's right, it's the contemporary Yan Sheng Gong Yan Qing."

Xu Yue nodded affirmatively, feeling secretly refreshed.

"Sure enough, it's all true."

Seeing Cheng Huan sweeping away the haze, the eldest lady Cheng Qing and the little boy Cheng Xi behind him all smiled sincerely.

When Wei Zigeng heard this, he thought of a special place, Daode Lin.

"That moral forest is so vast, it must not only be Wen Sheng."

The group walked comfortably on the main city road, and the people who came and went saw that they all saluted respectfully, and the second lady Cheng Huan also led the white long knife to salute people one by one, and the happy mood was overflowing.

In particular, a few young people dressed as scholars were very excited, sharing the joy of being returned by Cheng Wenxia with their classmates.

"I feel that today's second miss is particularly amazing."

"I'm the same."

Several people chimed in.

Xu Yue frowned, rubbed the back of his head, as if he was thinking about something, but he couldn't remember it, Wei Zigeng saw it and asked:

"What else can be rare to stop Xu Daxia?"

Xu Yue frowned and said:

"Zi Geng, I had a very strange dream last night, I don't know what it means......"

As they walked, they chatted, and at this moment, a voice sounded behind them:

"Wake up in the spring and complain, and the wind comes from the mountains and lakes in the summer. Autumn is half crazy, and winter is dreaming for a lifetime. ”

Everyone looked for prestige, Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue saw that person, their faces twitched, and the corners of their eyes twitched.

"Zi Geng, did you see him when you just walked this way?"

"I didn't ...... No, absolutely not...... There is no ......"

Then he thought about it and changed his words:

"Probably not......

Behind them, a wooden table three feet wide and five feet long was covered with a gray tablecloth, and on one side was a year flag, with four characters written on it:

A recipe for dream interpretation.

The man behind the table was seen with pale sideburns, a scruffy beard, a long gown of unknown color, blank eyes, and a reddish rosacea.

It was the middle-aged sloppy swordsman they met in the pavilion outside the city when the two first came to Lingzhou City.

But, what about his sword?