"What! Jin Changfeng, how could it be ......" Zhuang Ziheng exclaimed, only half a year ago, he met Jin Changfeng, but no matter what, with Jin Changfeng's skills, he was not even as good as one-tenth of the black-robed man.

"Zhuang Ziheng, I know what you want to say," Wen Dao frowned, "But, he is Jin Changfeng!

"This ...... What's going on?" Zhuangzi was puzzled and puzzled.

At this time, Wen Dao also frowned, unable to give a correct answer, but he was indeed true, he was absolutely sure, that person must be Jin Changfeng, the master of the Shuiyue Jingtang.

In Chang'an City, wisps of dry cold wind swept across the wall, and the raging fire was not completely extinguished, but with the caress of the long wind, slowly, gradually, turned into a sea of fire.

"Okay, in fact, no matter who it is, the most important thing for us now is to leave Chang'an City first and then make plans. Yue Liuli spoke, sighed lightly, and looked up, only to see only the walls that had been burned by the fire and the sky that was like fire.

"That's right," Luo Xuan smiled slightly, he pointed to the distance, only to see him point to a place that seemed to be visible only to him, "I think, we can go to that person, he may have a way." ”

"Who?" Wen Dao said confusedly, but his brow was slightly distracted.

Luo Xuan smiled slightly, "That person, among those eight realms, is at the top of the Qin Heavenly Prison Star Dou. ”

"National Teacher!" Wen Dao heard it, and immediately guessed the person Luo Xuan said.

"That's right," Luo Xuan said, "The national teacher will have a way." ”

......

"Yo hey, have you heard that Chang'an City was reduced to ashes overnight!"

"Ouch, what nonsense are you talking about? Isn't Chang'an City okay?"

"You guys are talking nonsense, I'm a distant relative of the general of Chang'an City, I heard that this Chang'an City has been reduced to ashes a few days ago. It is said that some kind of master came, and he burned the entire Chang'an City with a fire!"

"I think you're just farting! This Chang'an City is so big, how can it be burned down in a fire? Besides, this Chang'an City is also the favorite habitat of all the great masters in the world, and it is protected by the great general who protects the country, so what kind of master can he be an enemy of?"

"Oh, I don't think you should worry about it, Chang'an City is really going to be burned, and it won't be your turn to save it!"

"Well, that's right...... That's right......"

On the street, the traffic is busy, noisy and noisy about the affairs of Chang'an City, gossiping, varied, everyone says everyone's, one person has a saying, no one knows what happened to Chang'an City?

The city lord of Vermilion Bird City, Baili Donggui, held a paper yellow envelope in his hand and said, "It's not a way to go on like this, the people on the rivers and lakes are becoming more and more boiling because of the matter in Chang'an City." ”

"So Brother Baili, what's wrong with this Chang'an City?" Su Yuyan, who was sitting on the opposite side of Baili Donggui, frowned and stood up, "The people of White Tiger City are also in a mess." ”

"This Chang'an City ......" Baili Donggui frowned, looked at the paper yellow envelope in his hand, and finally sighed, "After all, it turned to ashes......

"What?" Su Yuyan was shocked, "Brother Baili, this Chang'an City was really burned by a fire? What kind of master is it? Slaughtering a city with the power of one person? Then the emperor is also ......?"

"I don't know if I killed or not, in short, Luo Gongzi's letter said that Chang'an City is already in a catastrophe," Baili Donggui sighed, "But the emperor's life and death cannot be confirmed from this; ”

"Brother Baili, this matter must have spread all over the rivers and lakes. Su Yu said.

"That's right, it's not just spread throughout the rivers and lakes, but the entire Beili," Baili Donggui said, "Now the entire Beili is boiling." ”

......

"Ah, Young Master Luo......" An old man in white was sitting under the Sword Pavilion, sipping fine tea, when suddenly a yellow letter came.

The old man in white slowly opened the envelope, and after a cursory glance, he frowned, stood up, and the long sword next to the coffee table was about to move, making a piercing sword sound, "Chang'an City, sure enough, something happened......

......

A slight breeze blows through the clear water surface, the water is sparkling, rippling, and there are silky willows hanging next to the water surface, and the mirror-like water surface reflects the figure of an old man.

On the top of the height, the peach blossoms bloomed, and I saw an old man in purple sitting cross-legged next to a small pool, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight shone through the layers of mist between the mountain tops and hit the water, reflecting a glittering golden light. A milky white dove waved its wings, walked slowly, flew up to the top of the height, crossed the peach blossom scene, stepped lightly on the middle of the pool, passed through the weeping willows, and stood on the shoulders of the old man in purple.

The old man in purple slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the white dove was gone, and there was only a paper yellow letter left on his shoulder; Chang'an is no longer there, and the north is fated to be robbed.