Nie Donglai pouted and motioned for him to go, but he remembered another thing in his heart, because Jian Wuming said a very strange thing to him before parting.

"You must be careful of the two forces of [Listening to the Wind Hall] and [Holy Gate]. ”

Although Nie Donglai didn't know what Jian Wuming's words meant, or what he was hinting at, but the people of these two forces, Yang Wei and Yang Ming of [Tingfeng Hall], he had already seen it before, although one of them was the young hall master of [Tingfeng Hall], but Nie Donglai understood that they could not represent [Tingfeng Hall], but if [Listening Wind Hall] were like them, they were destined to not become a climate.

The bad thing is that the major forces in Shengxuan City have acquiesced to its existence.

As for the people in the [Holy Gate], although he hadn't really seen it, he had also heard Mu Guitian mention that the people of this force were both good and evil, and they must not be good people, and seeing that Jian Wuming had a solemn look on his face when he mentioned these two forces, Nie Donglai still kept his words in mind.

Many words Jian Nameless did not say, and he did not ask.

Mu Guitian walked very slowly, swaying, and would stop at the roadside stall from time to time, Nie Donglai didn't rush him, anyway, he wasn't in a hurry.

After noon, the clouds in the sky seemed to be slightly lighter than before, and the oppressive atmosphere was much less, and in the gray sky, occasionally a few bright lights slanted down, as if there was a feeling of seeing the sun through the clouds.

The head of a corner of the city.

A majestic bell tower stands at the head of the city, the bell tower has three floors, gradually smaller and higher, the bottom two floors are no different from ordinary bell towers, but the third floor is only built a simple roof, leaking air on all sides.

The bell tower is made of kiln tile porcelain, which is simple, generous and solemn, but it has a very general name, called Xiaoxin Tower.

On the city wall around Xiaoxin Tower, there are three posts and five sentinels, with vigorous expressions and expressionless faces of sword-wielding guards, all of them have extraordinary aura, hold their heads high, and stand there like vigorous and powerful poplars.

The position on the third floor of Xiaoxin Building hangs the big bell called Urging Xiao, the bell is surrounded by five people, about zhang high, the bell body is bronze, and it is very magnificent.

At this moment, directly below the dawn, an old monk holding a dilapidated broom was slowly sweeping the dust on the ground.

The old monk was rickety, his eyebrows were vicissitudes, and there was no expression on his old face, not sad or happy, like a machine.

Even his monk's robe was old, probably because he had been cleaned too many times, faintly white, mixed with a little dense indefiniteness.

He didn't care about all this, the broom in his hand twitched slowly, and his old figure also moved slowly, he cleaned very carefully, seriously, meticulously.

At this moment, a person walked on the city wall, and soon that person came to the front of Xiaoxin Tower, and the guards around Xiaoxin Tower seemed to be commonplace, and they didn't even blink their eyes.

When the visitor walked to the door of Xiaoxin Building, he stopped for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the old monk who was cleaning on the third floor, took a deep breath, and walked in.

The moment he raised his head, his appearance was also revealed, it was actually a hundred miles of Changfeng who had just healed Nie Donglai not long ago.

Baili Changfeng came directly to the third floor of Xiaoxin Building in one breath, but he did not set foot on the third floor, but stopped at the position of the staircase and stood with his hands down.

The old monk didn't seem to notice him, and gently waved the broom in his hand as always, and the hundred miles of wind did not disturb him, but quietly stood at the top of the stairs, quietly watching him sweep.

It was as if the broom in the old monk's hand had an extraordinary attraction for him.

What is strange is that the old monk's movements obviously look very slow, but they give people a feeling of moving from slow to urgent, and faster and faster, faster and faster, until in the end they can only see a shadow like the wind flickering back and forth, and they can no longer see him at all.

And with his movements, a circle of crystal clear ripples like water visible to the naked eye slowly spread towards the bottom of the floor.

But when you rubbed your eyes and looked at it carefully, he was still slowly sweeping away the dust there, over and over again, over and over again.

His demeanor was focused, as if he had been born to sweep this room.

After a long time, he stopped the movement in his hand, gently put the broom in his hand in front of him, raised his eyelids, looked at the hundred miles of wind, and said, "Coming?"

His voice was weak and low, lacking in breath, and it seemed that it was difficult to say a word. I didn't ask when Baili Changfeng came and how long I waited here.

"Hmm!"

Baili Changfeng didn't seem to feel the slightest surprise, but instead had a reasonable expression, and hesitated slightly: "I want to see him." ”

The old monk looked as usual, and asked calmly, "Today?"

Baili Changfeng nodded and said, "Today." ”

The two of them are like old friends for many years, talking homely, and neither of them feels that there is anything wrong with each other's tone.

"Not today. ”

The old monk shook his head,

"Okay, then I'll come tomorrow!"

Baili Changfeng nodded and said, and before the old monk could say anything, he turned around and went downstairs directly.

He walked very simply, without asking for any reason, as if he had expected all this.

The old monk also didn't care, and he also seemed to know that he would be like this, he put down the broom in his hand, turned his head to look at the city, and watched the back video of the hundred miles of wind leaving the city, and also turned around and walked downstairs.

............

At noon, Nie Donglai and the two finally returned to the medical hall, Baili Changfeng had already returned, when Nie Donglai and the two pushed the door in, he was sitting in front of the window in a daze, and on the table in front of him, there was a Mobao that had not completely dried up.

On the clean and tidy jute paper, only one word was written.

"Fight!"

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, such as walking the dragon and snake, in one go, like a sword will be out of the sheath, dazzling, and like ten thousand horses in full costume, want to gallop, magnificent, want to swallow mountains and rivers.

"Coming back?"

When Nie Donglai and the two came in, Baili Changfeng sat quietly like that, didn't get up, didn't look back, just asked softly.

"Hmm!"

Nie Donglai nodded lightly, and quietly glanced at Mu Guitian, both of them saw the surprise in each other's eyes, from the moment he entered the door, he felt that the atmosphere was not quite right, dull and terrible, and he didn't know if it had been like this here recently or if it was an emergency today, for a while, he was a little unsure.

Relatively speaking, Mu Guitian's perception was more obvious, it was the first time he had seen such a look in the past few days, which also made the original unhappiness in his heart disappear without a trace in an instant, as if he was frozen in ice.

Although the hundred miles of wind in the past few days are a little unreliable, but it has always been normal, and he feels very relaxed with it, and there is no pressure in his heart, but today's hundred miles of wind and wind give him the feeling of being like a stormy sky, towering and towering mountains, pressing him a little breathless, for a while, he feels that his breath is inexplicably subtle, his throat is sluggish, and he can't say a word.