"It's me!" It was Piao Ranzi who spoke, seeing Murong Yan holding the sword, about to look at himself, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Murong Yan let out another sigh of relief, waved his hand to press the open door panel on the door again.

Piaoranzi glanced at the table and exclaimed, "Dead fox! What's going on?"

Murong Yan looked at Piao Ranzi with both eyes, showing a hint of a smile, but did not answer his question: "Brother Piao, why did you find it?"

"I don't have to worry about you. Piao Ranzi saw that Murong Yan was unharmed, and he was also relieved. "When you were gone, I fidgeted and watched them eat, so I pretended to go out and get firewood, and flew from downstairs to upstairs in a place where there was no man. Room by room to find you. When I met the Taoist boy who called you upstairs, I grabbed him by the neck and asked him about Huang Zhenren's room, and he pointed to this room. So I knocked him unconscious, dragged him into an empty room, tied him up, and put a cloth in his mouth, so that he might not wake up and scream. When I came to the door, I pushed it, and the inside was locked. I faintly heard a voice talking inside, but then there was no sound, I wanted to kick the door in, but I was afraid of alarming others, and remembered that my flame bead could emit dead fire, so I cut the plank and came in to see you. What's the matter with the dead fox on the ground?"

"This is that Huang Zhenren. Murong Yan didn't expect that Huang Zhenren's dead body had turned into a fox. No wonder he said that chicken was in his appetite.

"If this Huang Zhenren is a fox fairy, those two are also his kind. Piaoranzi said.

"It should be. Murong Yan thought for a while, and then said: "Yes, he said it himself, they are from the Fox Immortal Sect, these three are all loose cultivators, and they have done a lot of evil, just now, they still have to 、、、、、、、" Murong Yan couldn't speak.

"What is the Loose Cultivator Sect, what are you going to do just now?" asked Piaoranzi.

"Without further ado, let's take a look at these three immortal pavilions first, and then go back and talk about it in detail. Murong Yan put the sword back in his sheath, took the door panel, and walked out.

At this time, the night was nearly three watches, and the three immortal pavilions were silent, the lights were extinguished, and it was obvious that all the Taoist priests had fallen asleep.

Piao Ranzi and Murong Yan walked around the Three Immortal Pavilion and found nothing. Coming to the bottom of the Three Immortals Pavilion, Murong Yan said in a low voice: "The east side is brightly lit, let's go to the palace and take a look, those two old Taoists may be there." ”

"Okay," Piao Ranzi agreed, the two did not dare to go to the corner gate, flew up to the palace wall, and looked up, there was a large hall in the east, brightly lit, shining like day. The rest of the rooms are also lit. Around the palace wall, there are many armor soldiers and soldiers who are on duty at night.

"Brother Piao, let's split up, you search from south to north, I search from north to south, let's meet in the main hall in the middle, if you encounter a strong enemy, you can't beat it, just run." Murong Yan said in a low voice.

"You have to be careful. Piao Ranzi instructed.

"Yes. Murong Yan jumped off the palace wall, followed by flowers and trees, and flew north.

Piao Ranzi also jumped off the wall and came to the west side hall of the first row in the south. Seeing that the light was on inside, he hid under the window, pierced the window paper, and looked inside.

In the side hall, several Taoist priests, wearing short clothes, were making wine. The thick aroma of wine wafted out of the window. An overseer, with a whip in his hand, walked around, looking at the man who was lazy, and it was a whip in the past: "This is the pure grain and wine that the prince wants, if we don't brew it, we will kill our heads!"

"Oh, this is for the prince. Piao Ranzi glanced twice, passed through the hall in the two halls, came to the east side hall, there were lights inside, Piao Ranzi looked through the window, looked inside, only to see countless craftsmen dressed as Taoists, is creating gold, silver and jade, gold rings, silver necklaces, jade bracelets, gold hairpins all over the hall, but most of them have not been built. There were also a few overseers, whips in hand, walking back and forth, keeping an eye on the craftsmen.

"Oh, this is a workshop for the prince or the prince's family to build and clean up. As soon as Piao Ranzi thought of this, he heard an overseer shouting: "Cheer up, after the third watch, you can go back to sleep! Those jade and jadeite should be more careful! If you break it, see if the three real people don't pick your skin!"

"There are so many people, can they make jewelry for the three old Taoists, what do the monks do with these?" Piao Ranzi couldn't understand.

He turned around and walked back, hiding in the dark, and came to the back, two rows of houses, some of which were lit, and the sound of the soldiers giving orders came from inside, it seemed that this was the soldier on duty during the day, and he had not slept at night. The house without lights was snoring, and it seemed that this was the residence of the people of the royal palace.

Piaoranzi saw that in the courtyard, there was a wide road, planted with pines and cypresses on both sides, and under the moonlight, the trees looked tall and tall.

He didn't dare to go down the middle road, walked along the bushes, and walked north, and saw the palace gate, with red lanterns hanging on both sides. This must be the palace gate of the Shucheng Palace, with countless stubborn soldiers standing on both sides, and the gate is closed.

Piao Ranzi saw that no soldiers paid attention to this side, slipped to the root of the palace wall, walked east, looked back and saw that there was no figure, and jumped over the palace wall.

When you come to the inner courtyard of the palace, the weather is different from that of the outer palace. The wide courtyard, the growers have strange flowers and plants, there is a rockery in the middle, there are wing rooms on both sides, the house close to the rockery, the lights are still on, the figures shuttle inside, they are busy, as if someone is sending water to the main hall behind the rockery, sending supper.

Piao Ranzi looked at the courtyard again, and the main hall behind the rockery was the one he and Murong Yan saw on the palace wall. He saw that there was no one around, and then the flowers and trees were covered, and he went around the rockery and came to the front of the main hall.

This hall is also two-storey, and the sound of Taoist priests chanting comes from the first floor. Piaoranzi opened the gate of Guò, and looked inside, the group of Taoist priests sitting was the four Taoist priests who took them in front of the Three Immortal Pavilion in the evening, and on the surrounding futon, they were divided into eight groups of Taoist priests, which may be arranged according to the direction of the eight trigrams.

Four Taoist priests, chanting and waving swords. Piaoranzi had no intention of watching, let alone listening to what scriptures they recited. Looking upstairs, through the window, the figure swayed.

"I don't know who is upstairs, there is no light elsewhere, I will hide under the eaves first, and wait for Murong Yan. Drifting around, he leaned down to the bottom of the pillar, and his body flew up to the second floor. Looking back to see that there was no one below, he flew under the eaves along the pillars of the second floor, and squatted beside the top beams and pillars of the eaves, and looked down. There is window paper in the way, of course, only the hazy figure in the house can be seen.

Piao Ranzi hooked his eyes with one hand, stretched out the upper window with the other, poked a small hole, and leaned forward with his head to look into the main hall.

In the hall, there is a person sitting on the north side, wearing a crown, wearing a rolling dragon robe, a jade belt at the waist, in his thirties, his face is pale, as if he is seriously ill, and the four maids around him are serving, and he should be the king of Shucheng. Directly opposite, there are two old Daoists, wearing red Taoist robes on the left and white Taoist robes on the right, both of whom are wearing Jiuliang Taoist scarves on their heads and holding dust in their hands.

I saw the king of Shucheng holding an amber cup, took a sip of wine, and said: "Huang Zhenren is not yet here, so please ask the two real people to say a few words, this king must be humble to learn." ”

"Yes, the third brother should have come a long time ago, so it's hard to delay something. "Look at the white-robed old way.

"Lord Wang, how does it feel to cultivate these days?" asked the red-robed old Dao.

"Follow the instructions of the real person, sleep soundly, wake up in good spirits, but, just 、、、、、、" The king of Shucheng looked at the red-robed old man, a little spitting.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"It's just that I always feel that my body is not good. The king of Shucheng said, ate some more dishes, and waited for an answer.

"Well, it's a matter of the three real people. The red-robed old man shook the dust and said, "Don't be suspicious, prince. I follow Chen Tuan's ancestor and practice the Sleeping Immortal Gong, as long as I sleep for eight hours a day according to my exercises, and I can still practice in my sleep, I will be able to refine the qi and gasify the gods in the future, refine the gods and return the void, and the yang gods will be born and achieve positive results. ”

"Yes, the eldest brother is right. Lord Wang, you think, every day for twelve hours, you use eight hours to practice, sleep enough, and it is very beneficial to the body. I, the Wine Immortal Gong, must follow my cultivation method, drink eight liters of wine every day, and drink it in four times. I instructed the Taoist priests to brew with pure grain. It is the grain **, the essence and essence of the five grains, all concentrated in the wine, through the shape of water, after drinking, running in the body, filling the limbs and hundreds of remains, encompassing your true qi full, fluttering like a fairy. ”

"What the real person said is that every time this king drinks the wine you brew, he really feels like a fairy, forgets all the mundane things, and has the idea of being out of the dust. The King of Shucheng drank wine and said.

"What kind of Taoist exercise is this? Sleep sixteen hours a day, and drink eight raw grains for the remaining eight hours**, isn't this a drink to sleep, to sleep and drink? It's strange that you don't get dizzy all day long. What else can he do besides these two things? After a long time, he won't become a waste?" Piao Ranzi thought.

Actually, he was wrong, and when he listened to the following words, he knew that the king of Shucheng had other important things to do, which was unheard of for him.

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