The autumn wind enters the city tower, and Chang'an does not know how to worry.

Autumn grain from various counties was transported to the city one after another, and the good harvest not only made the wrinkles on the faces of the farmers in the countryside stretch, but also made the people in the city smile a lot. The leaves of the ginkgo tree fall from the branches, covering the long street, not showing solemnity but feeling beautiful.

As in the rest of the seasons, along with the autumn grain, there were many tourists from other counties and even foreign countries, including a man wearing a light white plain shirt.

The man's plain shirt was a little dusty, and he carried a long sword on his back, and his expression was calm and gentle, and only few people could understand the pride and indifference hidden in the deepest part of his eyebrows.

He walked on the pedestrian-filled streets of Chang'an, obviously seeing the heads of people in front of him, but in his eyes there were only the historic buildings of Chang'an City that had gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, and no one was there.

This is the bustling and prosperous Chang'an, the world's first male city, this man in a light white shirt, but he doesn't seem to feel the bustle and prosperity here at all, more accurately described, although his body is in the prosperous red dust, his spirit is not in this world, only in the taste of this city.

Over the years, he has been either in the red dust or outside the world, where his body is, but that heart has been floating outside the world, so there is no prosperity in his eyes, not even people.

Several naughty boys ran past the man in a jostle holding frosted fruit bunches, and one of them, a crying little girl, almost wiped the snotty water from her face on his body, he frowned slightly at the little girl's back, and slowly shook his head.

At this moment ago, he looked at the long street with no one in his eyes, felt the historical atmosphere of this thousand-year-old city, felt something, and was about to say something, but he was disturbed by these naughty children and suddenly lost interest.

Standing in front of the stall, he watched the diminutive boss skewer all kinds of fruits into strings with great skill, and then rolled in the sugar paddle pot, and suddenly felt that there was no interest, and walked towards the north of the city.

The top of the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda.

Li Qingshan touched and looked at the white chess piece that was inexplicably split into two petals, looking at the smooth section on the chess piece to the extreme, the expression on his face was solemn and complicated, and there was some faint confusion and emotion hidden in the shock: "You actually came to Chang'an City too?" It seems that the situation is getting more and more troublesome. ”

Huang Yang frowned and looked at him and asked, "Is it really Sword Saint Liu Bai?"

Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed lightly: "It's not Liu Bai, but one is more troublesome than Liu Bai."

Huang Yang was slightly shocked and said, "Is there anyone who makes you feel more troublesome than Liu Bai?"

Li Qingshan said: "Yes. ”

Then he looked at Huang Yang with a solemn expression and said, "I must leave to meet that person, and in the next few days, if that person does not leave Chang'an, you must stay in the palace all the time." ”

Hearing this, Huang Yang was silent and prepared to enter the palace immediately.

Li Qingshan's meaning is very clear, the strong man who came to Chang'an City has the terrifying strength to directly threaten His Majesty in the palace, and even the two of them need to join forces to ensure the safety of His Majesty, so when he went to greet the strong man, Huang Yang had to stay in the palace, and he had always stayed in the palace.

How many people in the world can threaten His Majesty the Tang Emperor in Chang'an City?

Just a few.

Haotian South Gate View is in the north city, very close to the palace.

Li Qingshan stood at the door of the Taoist temple, looking at the vermilion palace wall and corner tower not far away, silent, no one could see that his mood at this time had been suppressed and anxious to the extreme.

The man in a light white shirt walked slowly from the other side of the long street with the autumn wind and falling leaves, dressed in ordinary clothes, only a simple bun indicating his origin.

Li Qingshan looked at him and saluted calmly: "I've seen Mr. Ye Su." ”

That man is Ye Su, who is walking in the world of Haotian Daomen.

Ye Su's expression was calm, and he said politely: "I've seen Li Zhenren." ”

He called Li Qingshan very interestingly, he did not call the other party a national teacher, nor did he call the other party a great priest but called the other party a real person, which is a very Taoist title.

In history, the master of the south gate of Haotian Dao, often concurrently served as the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, and his status in the Xiling Temple was similar to that of the three great priests on Taoshan, and he was extremely respected.

Although Ye Su is nameless and nameless in the temple, as a person walking in the world, his position in the Haotian Dao Gate is extremely special, and he has enough qualifications to get along with the three great priests of Xiling on an equal footing.

When Li Qingshan was appointed as a great priest, he had been there, and it was the only time he had been to Zhishouguan, he knew that the simple and even somewhat simple Taoist temple was the true spirit of Haotian Daomen, so in the face of the person in front of him, he was inevitably a little vigilant.

The man with the sword in front of him with a simple bun is not an ordinary person, but the legendary Ye Su, the real strongest person of the younger generation of Haotian Daomen, the strength realm is not under the three divine seats of the temple, and there are even faint rumors that the true realm of this person has already faintly stood on the line of Liu Bai.

As a national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, Li Qingshan has already sat on the highest peak of Haotian Daomen in the world, Ye Su's identity and strength can not shock him, what really shocks him and anxiety is that it is rumored that Ye Su will never set foot in the red dust, why did he come to Chang'an City and appear in front of the world?

Fortunately, after this person entered Chang'an City, he came to the south gate to see each other for the first time, Li Qingshan felt the other party's willingness to express, and his mood relaxed a little.

"I heard that the Tang Kingdom's management of cultivators is very severe, and foreign cultivators who enter Chang'an City have to go to the Tianshu Office to register, I don't want to deal with those laymen, and I want to trouble real people to help handle it. ”

Ye Su said calmly.

Hearing this, Li Qingshan was slightly stunned.

There is indeed a provision in the Tang Law that when a foreign cultivator enters Chang'an City, he must register at the Tianshu, otherwise he will be regarded as an enemy by the Tang Dynasty, but no matter how strict the regulations are, after all, it depends on who the object is, and can only limit those who can be limited, how can it affect a character like Ye Su?

However, Ye Su didn't seem to understand this, the first thing he did after coming to Chang'an City was to ask Haotian South Gate to help register, which sounded interesting, but it hid some other meanings.

Li Qingshan understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "Dare not obey your fate." ”

Going to Tianshu to register such a trivial matter, naturally there is a Taoist from the South Gate Temple to deal with it, Li Qingshan invited Ye Su to drink tea in the temple, wanting to find out the other party's intentions.

Ye Su said: "I just came to Chang'an City for a tour, I don't want to alarm too many people, and I don't want to cause any misunderstandings. ”

After saying this, he turned around and left the South Gate Temple and walked towards Suzaku Avenue.

On the long autumn street, Ye Su's figure became lighter and fainter, and seemed to be about to melt into the autumn mood of falling leaves, Li Qingshan looked at that place and frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The man was from a land of impossibility.

That man is the world walking of Haotian Daomen.

Although he said that he wanted to alarm too many people, such a terrifying figure wandered around Chang'an City at will, just afraid that he was destined to alarm too many people.

From today onwards, Chang'an City is rarely peaceful.

Leaving the South Gate and walking on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, Ye Su walked all the way south with the direction of the falling leaves, and soon came to the famous Vermilion Bird Stone Portrait.

He looked at the vivid portrait of the Vermilion Bird on the ground, felt the hidden breath in it, and was silent for a long time, even if the realm was high-like - like him, he couldn't help but secretly admire the predecessor who built Chang'an City a thousand years ago and turned this majestic city into a shocking array.

Then he continued to walk, just as he said to Li Qingshan, walking without any purpose, completely according to his heart, following the sound of selling through the streets and alleys, watching the kite walk at will, walking a little thirsty, so he borrowed a scoop of water by the well at the mouth of the alley, and his footsteps never stopped.

In a very quiet street, he saw a simple Taoist temple, there was a Taoist priest at the entrance of the Taoist temple was preaching the Xiling canon to the people, more than a dozen neighbors were sitting there with small benches to listen attentively, and from time to time someone raised his hand to ask about the incomprehension in the canon.

Ye Su stood outside the crowd and listened to the teachings there, feeling that they were not very different from the teachings he had heard in other parts of the world, especially the questions and even doubts from the people who listened to the lectures from time to time, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and even a little disgusted and annoyed.

A middle-aged man noticed him standing behind him, looked at him with some face, thought he was a tourist from another county, stood up very enthusiastically, and asked him to sit down and listen.

Ye Su was a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm that Chang'an people seemed to have innately, and he shook his head to refuse after being slightly stunned, he looked at the Taoist priest on the stone steps with a blank face, and watched the Taoist priest snort in front of the people's questions without malicious intent, and his face became a little ugly.

For Ye Su, Haotian Daomen is his home and country, even if the South Gate Temple is independent of the Xiling Temple, it is still his own place in his opinion, so he will see Li Qingshan as soon as he enters Chang'an City, so when he travels in the world, he often hides his identity and goes to various Taoist temples.

In the Taoist temples of other countries, some Taoist priests may be greedy and stupid, but at least the Taoist sect enjoys supreme respect and glory, and he has never seen a believer dare to ask questions to the preacher priest, let alone imagine that there are believers who dare to doubt the records in the canon.

Since he is a believer in Haotian, he should obey the canon, and should not doubt it, whether the doubt is justified or not, as long as he starts to doubt, then it is blasphemy.

This is Ye Su's opinion.

A voice rang out beside him.

"What do you think?"

The person who spoke was a scholar in an old jacket, whose eyebrows and eyes were unusually clean, and he had a scoop tied around his waist, and he did not hold the old book in his hand today.

Ye Su looked at the scholar and was silent for a long time, then said, "This is Chang'an City, and my opinion is not as important as your opinion. ”

This scholar is naturally the senior brother of the academy.

The senior brother smiled and said: "If I remember correctly, this should be your first time in Chang'an City, since you came, you will stay longer, and if you see more, maybe you will have a different opinion." ”

Ye Su said: "I hope so, too. ”

(To be continued)