In the belly of Falling Whale Mountain, there is a strange and dark city, the rumored Heavenly Palace.

With every ground movement, the terrifying coercion that emanated from it made the entire Falling Whale Mountain tremble.

On the other side of the mountain, there are countless people stationed here, and at the foot of the mountain, there was a former township called Qianyuan, and the people of the town have been forcibly relocated to other places by the imperial court.

At this moment, Qianyuan Township is almost different from the previous market appearance, in exchange for a breath of slaughter and blood.

The various sects, the Jianghu Sanren and the imperial court have become the three major forces in the Abyss Township.

In the inn, the peddlers are pawns, and the fish and dragons are mixed.

At the counter, Mr. Bookkeeper's abacus crackled, his fingers flew like a fly, and the two hideous scars on his face were particularly eye-catching. With a blackened rag on his shoulder, it seemed to be the result of long-term blood soaking, and the corner of the shopkeeper's mouth always had a disdainful smile, looking at the people in the hall as if looking at a corpse.

The diners at the wine table have all kinds of weapons on the table, talking and laughing.

A dark-skinned, muscular man poured himself a big sip of wine, wiped his beard, and laughed heartily, telling him his most glorious moment in the Sword River and Sword Valley.

"Hahaha, that Ying Jianqiong was hit by several swords that day, and there were countless knife wounds, one of which was given by Uncle Ben!"

A young man dressed as a scholar, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a dark green saber on the table, a young man with a good appearance, he opened the folding fan, hid his face and smiled:

"Just like him, he is embarrassed to claim to be the first person among the younger generation of disciples of the Hanging Sword Pavilion, but he is not worthy of his name, and now he is even more missing."

There is another graceful figure, convex and backward, exquisite, painted with heavy makeup, dressed in white, a heroine fairy, when she speaks, she can't help licking her red lips, and the people around her are rippling, and her voice is even softer:

"I don't know where I am, I am so seriously injured, even if I don't die, I'm afraid it's useless, pity that skin, it's really handsome, the slave family still wants to taste him!"

Suddenly, there was another burst of laughter in the inn.

Previously, Ying Jianqiong of the Hanging Sword Pavilion and the Sword River Sword Valley stumbled upon an unearthly sword scripture, and as soon as the news came out, it made him the target of everyone's attack in an instant.

For a disciple of a famous sect like Ying Jianqiong, he has an innate arrogance in his bones, and he is the leader of the younger generation of disciples in the Sword Pavilion, and he is even more disdainful of these loose cultivators.

Those who come to the Sword River Sword Valley to sharpen their kendo, the sect will let life and death go unchecked, and all the opportunities obtained during this period will be in your own pocket.

This made Ying Jianqiong quickly become the target of public criticism, and was chased and killed by a group of scattered cultivators from the Sword Valley of the Sword River to the foot of the Falling Whale Mountain, and was dying after being chased and intercepted by many people.

"Bang!"

The door of the inn was kicked open from the outside, and the shadow was pulled by the sun, and the inn was suddenly silent, and they all turned their heads to look at the figure.

With the sun on his back, the man's face could not be seen very clearly, and he patted the dust off his body and the mud on his feet with the scabbard of his sword.

"In the autumn, the weather was unusually dry, the carriages were coming and going, and the streets were full of dust."

Finally, he took off the hat from his head, shook the ashes off his head, looked up at the crowd, and grinned.

"Yo, everybody's here, all drinking?"

Watch as the man walks step by step towards an empty table in the inn, with the sword in his hand on the side of the table and the hat on top of the sword.

"Zhong Hui, why are you stunned? Hurry up and serve the wine and meat! ”

Xiao Er was stunned for a while, and then took the wine and meat to the table.

The man ate and drank, and did not forget to complain during the process.

"I've drunk so much wine and eaten so much meat, but the wine and meat in your homecoming inn are the most unpalatable, not to mention the meat, this wine is also mixed with water."

The bookkeeper with this hideous scar on his face at the counter was showing a smile that he thought was kind at this moment, but this smile was extremely ugly in the eyes of others, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Where are there serious brewing masters and chefs in this abyss township now? Some eat and drink well. ”

"Well, that's right, some of them are good to eat, maybe after eating this meal, you have to find Lord Yama to drink this meal."

As soon as these words came out, the originally silent inn, the quiet people, their hands all stretched out to the weapons on the table, and some of their swords were already more than an inch out of the sheath.

The man ate the last bite of meat, drank the last glass of wine, wiped his mouth, stood up, and said:

"If you want to fight out, this is the only inn in Qianyuan Township, and I want to have a place to drink in the future."

"Ying Jianqiong! I didn't expect you to come back alive and want revenge? There are so many of us, how can you take revenge? The ending is nothing more than the same as last time! ”

This person was Ying Jianqiong, who left Jiangnan Province that night.

Now, he is back in the Sword River Sword Valley.

"Oh? So I'll try? ”

With that, he flew out of the inn with his sword, and then the "masters of the rivers and lakes" who had just made a big splash in the inn came to the street one after another.

Between the back and forth, at the front, the bearded man held a wolf-headed lance knife, roared in his mouth and rushed towards Ying Jianqiong, and the people behind him who had participated in the siege of Ying Jianqiong were all splashing spittle, and their eyes were hot.

The rivers and lakes are like this, if Ying Jianqiong does not die today, then they are the ones who die!

Ying Jianqiong raised the corners of his mouth, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, shuttling back and forth with everyone, tossing and turning, the long sword in his hand did not stop, and the sharp sword light flashed away, the sword qi filled the entire street, and the blood splashed everywhere he passed, and the stumps flew all over the sky.

A moment later, the wooden door of the Rugui Inn was opened from the outside, and there were only a few people left in the inn at this moment, and the sound of the wooden door being pushed open made their bodies tremble.

"Zhong Hui, another jar of wine, two catties of beef, your hands are sore."

On this day, everyone knew that Ying Jianqiong was back and announced his return to everyone in the bloodiest way.

Huainan Road, Yuzhou City.

On the top floor of the tallest jade building in the city, Wei Ziqing, who was dressed in white, and Lin Zhumao, the Taixuan Zhenjun who was also dressed in white and had a white hosta, sat opposite each other and played chess.

Regarding the previous changes on the chessboard, Wei Ziqing frowned, and finally seemed to see some clues, and a smile of excitement fell.

"Hey, hey, Master, it's your turn!"

Lin Zhumao looked at his own disciple, smiled and dropped a son, this son disrupted the "layout" abacus that Wei Ziqing had racked her brains to think about before, she hurriedly picked up Lin Zhumao's son and handed it back to Lin Zhumao.

"No, don't count, Master, let me regret a move, just a chess."

Taixuan Zhenjun Lin Zhumao had no choice but to smile helplessly and shook his head, watching Wei Ziqing pick up the first few chess pieces, and he actually regretted nearly ten moves.

"Ziqing, I don't know if it's the right decision to let your brother bring back your mother's three souls as a teacher, but if you don't bring it back, your brothers and sisters won't be at ease, and you won't be at ease as a teacher."

Wei Ziqing listened to Lin Zhumao's chatter without raising his head, just let out an emotionless "oh", just picking up the chess pieces on the chessboard.

After thinking for a long time, Wei Ziqing fell down again, and said with a smile:

"Master, it's your turn."

Lin Zhumao looked at the chessboard in a daze, he didn't fall for a long time, Wei Ziqing actually regretted nearly thirty moves, and the chess pieces were almost picked up, like an empty chessboard.

Looking at Wei Ziqing with an emotionless smile, Lin Zhumao had no choice but to admit defeat.

"My Yuyulou mental method needs to re-condense the seven spirits, and it is impossible to truly find the seven emotions and six desires until the immortal realm, and now I am already in the realm of harmony at a young age, although I have found the most basic joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, but after all, I can't empathize, even with my own loved ones, and I don't know if it's good or bad for Ziqing's future."

Thinking of this, Lin Zhumao couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

"It's really that day, it's too late to say anything, but if you think about it, the time should be almost up."

His gaze crossed the mountains, rivers, and mountains, and his eyes appeared on the top of the Heavenly Palace, which is now attracting the attention of the world, and finally looked at his disciple.

Wei Ziqing's special feature, no one knows except this Taixuan Zhenjun, and he actually had a trace of compassion when he accepted Wei Ziqing as a disciple that day.

Lin Zhumao looked at the chessboard that was only three zhang away from him, which he used when he played against Dingfeng Zhenjun Su Yan, when they bet on Wei Zigeng that he would really get back Yan Rong's three souls and know everything about them.

But now, the chessboard is covered with dust, and he hasn't fallen for three years, and this is a game between them, betting on the whole world.

"Hey, old friend, it looks like I'm going to lose to you."

On the streets of the city, Ji Hanlin carried a dilapidated bookcase and a bamboo pole in his hand, and what caught his eye was the prosperity of Yuzhou City, with people coming and going, busy traffic, peddlers and pawns, and businessmen coming and going.

"Wow, it's really the granary of the rich world, it is rumored that Yuyu Tower is in Yuzhou City, and even the soldiers guarding the city are pitiful, it's really true."

He took out the parchment booklet, which he regarded as a treasure, and recorded everything he saw, bit by bit, and did not dare to omit anything.

"Where are you going next?"

Ji Hanlin looked up and looked ahead, the towering Yuyu Tower stood between heaven and earth.

In his eyes, the purple gas of the tallest building was steaming, connecting with the sky, and a steady stream of purple qi gathered here from all sides.

"That's Yuyu Building?! It's exactly as rumored! It's really unbelievable! “

Hurriedly opened the booklet and carefully wrote down everything in his eyes, including the scene of purple qi coming from the east in his eyes that was not seen by ordinary people.

"I heard what the second lady said in Pinghu Villa, those two young heroes are from the Yuzhou Jianghu Inn, and one of them is the young owner of the inn, let's go there to visit first."

Wherever he wanted, Ji Hanlin asked all the way, and finally knew the approximate location of the Jianghu Inn.