Fengming City

Fengming City under the moonlight, the towering city wall reflects the shining light, the glorious palace shines with a little starlight, like a fairyland, people come and go, crowded with all kinds of travelers, there are male and female disciples who have gone down the mountain to practice, there are sons and daughters of high-ranking officials and nobles who go out to travel, and there are more officers and soldiers standing on both sides of the road.

Two days ago, in Fengming City, Uncle Guo's Mansion was assassinated, the assassin was clean and neat, leaving no trace, and did not disturb anyone in the mansion, until Uncle Guo died for nearly two hours before being found by the servant, his face was covered with blood, and there were multiple sword wounds on his body, and his death was tragic.

Dare to assassinate the uncle of the country, except for the Holy Hall, the government can't think of any organization, but because the Holy Hall is too mysterious, so far it is the dragon that has not seen the end, and it is difficult to find the murderer, so you can imagine how difficult it is, so you can only arrange a large number of officers and soldiers to search for suspects, and thoroughly investigate the passing vehicles and pedestrians and merchants in Fengming City.

The city gates were also under martial law, and those who left the city had to be checked, and those who entered the city had to be checked, even if it was late, most of the traveling merchants at the city gates were still lined up in long queues, waiting for the officers and soldiers to check and go out of the city.

And located in the northernmost part of Fengming City, the temporary residence of the Lingxian Pope. There are scattered guards standing in the corners of the house, dignified and majestic, full of momentum. To the east, there is a courtyard where Pope Lingxian is sitting with a man drinking tea and admiring the moon.

The man was dressed in white, the clothes were covered with fine ice blue silk, embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns, his long silver-white hair was draped over his shoulders, his face revealed an elegant and easy-going smile, and his eyes were shining like stars. On the left hand side is a three-foot long sword, the long sword is closed in the scabbard, the scabbard is carved with a little blue starlight, but the hilt is ordinary, looking a little mediocre.

"Yue Sword Saint, these years have been good!" Ling Pope took a cup of tea, took a sip of tea, and glanced at the man.

The man who was called the Yue Sword Saint by Lingxian was the world-famous Sword Saint Yue Xinghong, who was traveling around the world's sects a few days ago, looking for a suitable heir, and suddenly received a letter from the Yuanling Sect, so he temporarily stopped looking for the heir, and hurried to Fengming City.

Yue Xinghong retracted his gaze at the stars and the moon, put down the Sancai Cup in his hand, and said with a slight smile: "Thanks to the care of the Spirit Pope, there has been nothing unpleasant these days, but I don't know why the Pope hurriedly called me over." ”

The Spirit Pope smiled, and did not answer immediately, but gently drew an arc in front of him with his right hand, and the transparent walls slowly unfolded, and there were more points of light on the wall than the stars in the sky, illuminating the entire courtyard, making the courtyard surrounded by the vast stars like the moon, and the star wall gradually enclosed the courtyard and disappeared into the real wall.

"There is indeed a very important matter to find you back this time, and I hope that only you and I know about this matter for the time being. Seeing that the soundproof wall had been cast, the Spirit Pope continued to sit back on the stone chair and said to Yue Xinghong, who was sitting on the other side.

Seeing that the Pope was so cautious, this matter must be a big deal, Yue Xinghong didn't dare to slack off, quickly stood up, saluted the Pope, and said, "Pope, please speak, Yue Mou will keep his mouth shut about this matter." ”

Lingxian took a sip of the tea in Sancai's cup unhurriedly, and after slowly closing the lid, he turned his head to look at Yue Xinghong and said, "The Holy Hall colluded with the Demon Realm, and handed over the black stone tablet to the Princess of the Demon Realm. ”

Yue Xinghong's eyes trembled, but he didn't say anything to interrupt the spirit string.

"The Order sent Archbishop Yuan Rufeng and others to intervene, and they were ambushed by the Holy Church, and the entire army was destroyed, and the Yue Sword Saint thinks, should I order a heavy attack on the Holy Church?"

Lingxian took another sip of tea and continued: "I have sent someone to investigate this matter thoroughly, the Holy Hall has a branch in Fengtian City, I hope the Yue Sword Saint..."

Lingxian's gaze met Yue Xinghong's gaze, waiting for him to give an answer, one that would preferably satisfy her and displease the Templar.

As the most terrifying assassin organization in the world, the Templar can be said to be ubiquitous, and the terrifying reconnaissance power, counter-reconnaissance makes it easy for anyone to be found under the Templar, and even if it is found, it is a found corpse.

It has only been a hundred years since the establishment of the Lingxian Sect, and it has the current scale, relying on Lingxian's unique personality charm, strong wrists, the belief of the Sect to eliminate demons, and the strength of Lingxian itself, it has recruited a large number of good players in the world, including powerful help like Yue Xinghong.

But there is one thing, only Lingxian and Yue Xinghong know, Yue Xinghong has been in the Sanctuary for ten years, and this ten years is the ten years when Yue Xinghong has killed the most of his kind, and why Yue Xinghong joined the Sanctuary, only he knows, and Lingxian can't find any clues.

Ordinary people would not choose to join the Templar, not to mention the long-famous sword saint Yue Xinghong, as for how Yue Xinghong quit the Templar alive and lived to this day without suffering from the retribution of the Templar, the reason for this is half of Yue Xinghong's strength and half of the deterrent power of the Yuan Spirit Order.

"Yue will definitely give the Pope a satisfactory explanation!" Yue Xinghong replied firmly.

"I heard that Yue Jiansheng is looking for the next generation of heirs recently, can anyone look at it?" Lingxian got a satisfactory answer from himself, and asked about Yue Xinghong's heirs....

As the night deepened, after Yue Xinghong and Lingxian finished talking about the inheritance, they chatted about some trivial matters in various sects, and then left Fengming City alone.

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Zephyr Mountain, mossy oval.

Li Chongli lurked here, waiting for the stumbling master to appear, and inadvertently covered his injured chest with his left hand.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, like animals, and like people, and accompanied by heavy wheezing, Li Chongli is on the edge of the oval, using the condensation shadow step to slowly probe and look, and find that the owner of the footsteps is Qingru Xu, at this time Qingru Xu is staggering and walking, and he is about to fall.

Li Chongli flashed to Qingru Xu's side, and supported Qingru Xu, and Qingru Xu also lost too much blood due to the expansion of the wound, and temporarily fainted, Li Chongli helped Qingru Xu to the cobblestone, gently tore the clothes of Qingru Xu's wound, and took out a small bottle of healing powder from his waist, and slowly sprinkled it.

Qingru Xu's face was as white as paper, it seemed that the stimulation of the medicine powder to the wound was too painful, his brows were furrowed tightly, after the medicine powder was sprinkled, Li Chongli quickly took out a piece of gauze, bandaged the wound, and after taking care of Qing Ruxu's wound, he also treated his wound in the same way, and finally sat on the edge of the cobblestone.

After half a burnt of incense, a small fire was raised in front of the two of them, which was naturally the fire lit by Li Chongli, Qingru Xu was still asleep at this time, and there were words in his mouth, Qing Senior Sister, Qing Senior Sister read, presumably Qing Ru Xu's sweetheart, this is a day and night dream.

The fire crackled and burned, Li Chongli was drinking wine on the side, Qingru Xu was thinking about love in a dream, and the moonlight shone on the faces of two people who had different thoughts but were connected by the same fate at this time, and the scene was like a painting.

"Senior Sister Qing, don't... Ah~" Qingru Xu woke up from his dream, involved the wound, covered his grin, and his face became even paler.

"Wake up, if you don't wake up again, you can make up a book of "Song of the Night" in your dreams. Li Chongli turned his head and looked at the startled Qingru Xu Dao.

"Nightshade... Song, what.. Nightshade: Song, I... Just now... What did I dream about. Qingru Xu covered his wound and bared his teeth and said, but then turned his head in surprise, looked at Li Chongli, his eyes were full of surprise and surprise, and then said: "Li Shaoxia, you are still alive! ”

"Well, what's good, we're all going to be trapped in this mountain by female ghosts. Li Chongli glanced at Qingru Xu, who was smirking in surprise, raised his hand and took a sip of wine.

"Eh, Li Shaoxia don't worry, since we are still alive, it is not easy to get out of this little West Wind Mountain. Qingru Xu gestured as he spoke, his pale face filled with a smile.

Qingru Xu covered the wound and slowly stood up, looked at the surrounding environment, the two were on the mountainside at this time, the thin mist, the white moonlight, the tight woods, saw that Qingru Xu scratched his head, and then Qingru Xu took out the gossip compass from his bag, calculating something.

Li Chongli didn't have such thoughts as Qingru Xu, after all, Li Chongli didn't understand this kind of compass, so he could only wait on the side for Qingru Xu to finish the calculation and inform him of the result.

"Li Shaoxia, we are now on the west side of the West Wind Mountain, and the direction we enter the West Wind Mountain is east, we only need to go in this direction now, and we can go down the mountain. Qingru Xu said, and finally pointed out the direction of Li Chongli going down the mountain.

"What about this female ghost, we just escaped like this?" Li Chongli asked, although he knew that the two female ghosts were not opponents, Li Chongli still wanted to know how Qing Ruxu would answer.

"Well, why don't we wait for the two of us to go back to the village first, heal the wounds, and then come to collect the ghosts, how about it?" Qingru Xu said with a smile.

Li Chongli nodded, although he was not very satisfied, but for the time being, he could only agree with Qing Ruxu's proposal, except to go back to the village to heal, there seemed to be no other good way, the two extinguished the fire, took the newly made torches, and embarked on the way down the mountain.