The morning light is faint, the mist is shrouded, and all living beings are awakening.

Sang Wenjing woke up very early and prepared to go to Langhuan Pavilion.

When passing by the school grounds, Sang Wenjing saw the strange man wearing the mask waving the knife again and again.

After watching it for a long time, it was already dawn, and the strange man was still wielding a knife, as if he would not be tired.

"Peeking at other people's practice is a big taboo. ”

A familiar voice sounded from behind him.

Sang Wenjing happily turned around and said, "Grandpa, you're back." ”

After saying that, the girl pounced on the old man.

Looking at her granddaughter, who had grown taller, Sang Huaqing touched her head very happily and said, "Wen Jing'er has been delaying her cultivation recently?"

Sang Wenjing shook her head and said, "No, you see." ”

As he spoke, he released his spiritual power.

"It's in the upper realm, and the cultivation speed is too fast. ”

Sang Huaqing said with a smile.

The girl snorted, very proud.

"Grandpa, this strange man has been here for a few days, but he only seems to know how to wield a knife, so pitiful. ”

The girl pulled Sang Huaqing's sleeve and said.

Looking at Zhao Ke, who was swinging the knife repeatedly, Sang Huaqing said: "No matter how good-looking the move is, for them, it is all a showmanship if they fail to defeat the enemy with one blow." ”

The girl doesn't seem to understand, after all, she has never experienced such a thing as murder,

Not even a single animal has ever been killed.

Where do you understand the meaning of Sang Huaqing's words.

"Wen Jing'er, have you forgotten something?"

Sang Huaqing said with a smile.

Sang Wenjing thought for a while, and then exclaimed: "Ah, I forgot to go to Langhuan Pavilion, Grandpa Si must have waited for a long time." ”

The old man laughed and looked at the girl in a hurry.

Sang Huaqing looked at Zhao Ke, who was constantly swinging his knife, and walked to his side.

"You can't grow by swinging a knife at the air. ”

Listening to Sang Huaqing's words, Zhao Ke saluted respectfully and said, "Please also ask the island owner for guidance." ”

Sang Huaqing waved his hand and said, "You go to the Misty Light Building to find Phantom Sibo." ”

Then when he was about to leave, Sang Huaqing turned around and said: "Before going to him, remember to bring two pots of Qianshan snow, by the way, remember, the road is at your feet." ”

For Sang Huaqing's words, Zhao Ke took them all to heart.

It's been almost three years since he came to Penglai, and Zhao Ke has suffered more and more blows.

There are too many geniuses here, and some even spend less than half of their daily practice time.

But the realm of those people is getting higher and higher.

What's the use of being out for many years?

In front of the behemoth of the realm,

Their own means are not enough to worry about.

With two pots of snow from a thousand mountains and mountains, he walked to a remote small building,

Zhao Ke gradually found that something was wrong,

There are fewer and fewer disciples around me,

Some disciples would even see the Misty Light Building and hurriedly walk away as if they had seen some terrible monster.

After walking for almost two hours, Zhao Ke finally found out,

The Lost Light Building is still looking so far away,

It's like you're going around in circles.

Zhao Ke frowned and looked at the Miguang Building in the distance,

remembered what Sang Huaqing had said to himself before.

The road is at your feet,

Maybe I shouldn't have looked at that building,

In this way, Zhao Ke lowered his head and looked at the road under his feet and walked slowly,

I didn't dare to look up at all.

After walking for a long time, I finally walked out of the forest.

I saw a drunken middle-aged man sitting outside,

He's like he's crazy,

While pointing to the stone bench and scolding,

While pointing to the sky and scolding.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but wonder if he was wrong to come here.

The drunk man turned his head and found Zhao Ke,

Then he pointed at Zhao Ke and scolded again.

Listening to the more and more ugly words, Zhao Ke couldn't help but be a little annoyed,

The mood at this time has never been so irritable,

I want to kill him with a knife.

As soon as this thought flashed,

Zhao Ke suddenly woke up.

What's wrong with yourself,

The killing intent is so strong.

Putting two pots of Qianshan Snow on the table, Zhao Ke saluted the drunkard and said, "Ask the seniors, can the landlord be in the building?"

After seeing the snow on the table, the drunk man smiled and said, "It's good to know how to honor grandpa." ”

Then I opened a pot of Qianshan Snow to drink.

"You..."

Zhao Ke pointed at the drunken man and was speechless for a while.

A voice kept saying to myself in my head,

This man is so rude,

I am also the eldest young master of the Zhao family in Nanhang City,

Who dares to be so rude to himself,

Kill him.

Zhao Ke's eyes were slightly red, and his breath was short,

The hand slowly reached for the knife at his waist.

Syllable!

After the drunk man finished drinking, he suddenly slapped Zhao Ke,

Zhao Ke was stunned by this slap,

At the same time, I woke up.

"Senior, do you also ask if the owner of this building can be in the building?"

Zhao Ke saluted again.

The drunk man looked at Zhao Ke and suddenly laughed.

Then he pulled out the knife on Zhao Ke's waist and slashed at Zhao Ke's neck.

The knife grew in his eyes.

"Ahh

Zhao Ke sat up from the ground.

Covered in a cold sweat,

When he got up, he touched his neck.

It's okay, it's okay,

I'm still alive.

Zhao Ke gasped and looked around,

This is the same place just now,

It's still outside the Lost Light Building.

It's just that the drunkard isn't there,

On the contrary, there was an elegant middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man looks exactly like the drunk man just now.

"That's good. ”

The middle-aged man said suddenly.

Zhao Ke didn't understand what he meant, and sighed.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Being able to stay in the nightmare I set for so long, among the many disciples, you are very outstanding, by the way, my name is Phantom Sibo, why did you come to the Misty Light Building?"

Zhao Ke wiped the sweat from his face, stood up and saluted the middle-aged man and said, "If you go back to the landlord, it was the owner of the island who asked me to come to you." ”

Phantom Sibo laughed and said, "It's that old fellow." ”

Seeing Phantom Sibo stand up and walk towards the building, Zhao Ke also walked in.

The Lost Light Building is not big, and there are only three floors inside.

The first floor is used to store books, the second floor is used to guide disciples in cultivation, and the third floor is the residence of Phantom Sibo.

When he came to the second floor, Phantom Sibo pointed to one of the small secret rooms and said, "You can go there and practice." ”

Zhao Ke nodded, but did not walk away.

Seeing that Zhao Ke was still standing in place, Phantom Sibo asked, "What's the doubt?"

Zhao Ke said for a long time and didn't say why.

Phantom Sibo pointed at Zhao Ke and smiled and said, "Come with me." ”

So Phantom Sibo led Zhao Ke to the side and sat down.

"What about the two pots of snow in the mountains?"

Phantom asked.

Zhao Ke took out two pots of Qianshan Snow from the Nawu Ring.

After Zhao Ke poured the wine, Phantom Sibo sniffed it lightly and said, "Good tea." ”

Then I drank it all,

Then he smacked his lips.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke also drank the thousand mountains and snow in the cup in one gulp,

But I didn't smell the aroma of tea, but a very strong smell of wine.

Seeing Zhao Ke's flushed face, Phantom Sibo said with a smile: "This Qianshan Snow is a fine wine that has been stored in the cellar of the main wine fairy of the restaurant for sixty years, it is not as strong and mellow as the daughter red, but it is better than the daughter red." The taste is determined by the state of mind of the drinker. ”

After Zhao Ke eased up, Phantom Sibo asked him to pour another glass.

"One cup is as sweet as flower tea, and the second cup is as hard to get into your throat as a burning knife. ”

Zhao Ke himself poured a cup and drank it all with Phantom Sibo.

However, this time, the taste was not alcohol, but tea.

The entrance is slightly bitter, and there is a little sweetness under the tasting.

After drinking two glasses, Phantom Sibo put down his wine glass and said to Zhao Ke: "A cultivator's state of mind determines how high his cultivation realm can be, do you know why those disciples are reluctant to come to me?"

Zhao Ke shook his head.

"Every time they come to me, they have distracting thoughts, and my Mystic Mansion is designed to make people look straight into their hearts, into their own nightmares. They don't dare, they run away, they are afraid of their nightmares. ”

Zhao Ke wanted to say, but aren't you the owner of the twelfth floor of Penglai, they are also disciples of Penglai.

Phantom Sibo seemed to see what Zhao Ke was thinking, looked at a lake outside the window and said: "The path of cultivation is extremely difficult, external forces are only external forces after all, how far you can go depends only on how strong you are." ”

After speaking, Phantom Sibo stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke only felt that his sudden fatigue was coming,

He fell headlong on the table.

"Carry him in. ”

Phantom Boss pointed to the chamber and said into the air.

At this time, Zhao Ke seemed to be being carried, and his body fell across the air towards the secret room.

Phantom Sibo poured himself another glass of wine, held the wine glass and said, "Only when the heart is strong enough can you be invincible." ”

Then he drank it all, and after drinking, Phantom Sibo put down his glass and stood up: "This third cup is still the same as always..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole person fell to the ground.

。。。

In the palace, Shen Cangqiong was listening to Chief Qin's report.

"Your Majesty, the life and soul of the eldest prince are shining again. “

Manager Qin said beside him.

Over the past year, the life and soul of the eldest prince Shen Xinghe have often been bleak.

Whenever this situation occurred, Manager Qin's heart couldn't help but tighten.

Shen Cangqiong's hand holding the pen paused, and then he gave a heavy sigh.

The bottom of the Stygian Spring is extremely dangerous, and since they have been able to survive until now, it means that they have seen Sang Biluo.

Now that Sang Biluo has been found, everything is not very bad.

They haven't come out now, which means that they are facing a problem at this time.

Shen Cangqiong looked at the soul lamp hanging on the side, it was Shen Xinghe's soul lamp.

After watching it for a while, Shen Cangqiong continued to review the folds.

"Chief Manager Qin, you go and tell the four of them, I have already approved the location of the Demon Extraction, let them move a little quieter, I don't want the incident in Yuezhao City to happen again. ”

Shen Cangqiong commanded.

Chief Manager Qin allowed and slowly retreated.

Shen Cangqiong beckoned again, and a person wearing a black Xuanbao armor appeared in the hall.

"The people in the Eight Kings' Mansion have withdrawn, and Hua Mantian is coming back. ”

The man nodded, and disappeared into the temple again.

At the gate of the south of Manjing, an extremely good-looking sedan chair is slowly entering Manjing.

A soldier on duty wanted to come forward to ask, but was stopped by the commander beside him.

The commander on duty bowed his head slightly.

After the sedan chair was gone, the commander said: "For the sake of you being a newcomer, I will save your life today, and remember it in the future, that kind of sedan chair cannot be stopped, otherwise you will die." ”

The new soldier looked puzzled, but the commander didn't explain much.

A soldier beside him walked over and whispered: "That's the sedan chair on the Eighth Prince's Mansion, and sitting in it is His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince's Mansion." ”

The new soldier asked, "I remember that the eighth prince didn't have a surname?"

The soldiers beside him kicked him and said, "Who stipulates that you can't accept your son?"

The new soldier had the same expression on his face.

After the sedan chair landed on the Eighth Prince's Mansion, a man with bright eyebrows came out of it.

The people who passed by around were stunned when they saw it,

That face is simply pinched out by God's own hands,

Even better than some fairies.

Seeing this, several guards at the door immediately bowed down and saluted, "Worship His Royal Highness." ”

Hua Mantian walked into the palace with a sound of congratulations, and before entering the palace, Hua Mantian glanced at the second floor of a restaurant not far away.

Then he chuckled and walked into the palace.

There was a secret guard wearing black Xuanbao armor hidden in that place, and the secret guard was covered in cold sweat at this time, and he actually found me.

At this time, in the palace, the eighth prince was kneeling on the couch and looking at the flowers standing on the side.

"After returning to Beijing this time, I don't have to go out again. ”

Say something else.

Spend all the days saluting in response.

The other line sighed, stood up and walked out the door.

Looking at the county lord of Zhaoyang lying on the bed,

Hua Mantian sat on the bed without words.

"Amber, has the monk found it?"

Hua Mantian asked.

Amber stood next to him and said, "If you go back to the world, that thief can hear that he is in retreat in the Zen monastery. ”

"Retreat, retreat, retreat. ”

Hua Mantian stood up and walked out the door.

The sky full of the capital is full of dark clouds, and the wind is suddenly rising,

Hua Mantian looked at the sky with a flower umbrella in his hand,

Immediately, he looked in the direction of Jingzhu Zen Temple and said, "It's going to change the sky." ”