It was still pouring rain last night, and early this morning, the sky in Chang'an suddenly became much clearer, although there was no sun, but there was no floating dark cloud in the sky.

Xu Changfeng stepped on the waterlogged road, and came to Chang'an East Lane with eager steps.

Although he didn't come to this land often, he was still a distinguished guest here, and the women in front of the door who were soliciting guests seemed to have not seen him, and let the young man walk in.

No matter how much wind and rain there is in Chang'an City, it is still so full of joy and fun, and it may be many grades worse than the harem beauties of the three thousand, but this is indeed a place that no man in Chang'an loves.

No one knows the backstage of Menghualou, everyone only knows that Menghualou is a mysterious place, Fenghua Xueyue is just a layer of fur on it, under the fur, there is an incomparably huge profit, even if it is a character like Zhou Qixuan, he is not qualified to know. It is conceivable that the big customers who can do business with Menghualou must be some people with status.

The young man walked up to the second floor, obviously he didn't play the piano on stage today, so he didn't know that Xu Changfeng would come here, not only Mingming, but even Ruyue didn't know where to go, as if it had been arranged, so as not to let the two of them disturb today's meeting.

Although Xu Changfeng didn't know who he was going to meet, he had guessed a thing or two in his heart.

He pushed open the door of the pavilion, and there was already a pot of freshly brewed hot tea on the table, steaming from the spout, and a teacup in front of the teapot, and that's it.

Obviously, the person who met him would not be able to see him until later, Xu Changfeng did not have any unhappy mood, closed the door panel, sat alone, poured a cup of tea, stared at the white mist coming out of the teacup, and fell into deep thought.

If he could, Wei Qijian didn't need to take this risk, he could actually not use it in Chang'an. It's just that this is a risky move, and the arrival of Wei Qijian, in addition to making a conclusion to the ten-year covenant, is more about doing some things for Zhao Xinji.

The Sky Sword Village has been in decline for ten years, and many people have lost their right to speak. Therefore, if you want this game of chess to continue, if you want the chess pieces on the board to fall according to your will, you must have someone who can stand up to the field. Wei Qijian is such a person, whether it was ten years ago or ten years later, who in the Sky Sword Village would dare to disobey him?

In the palace stretched out of Daming Palace, the prince Li Nie looked at the water dripping from the eaves, and his expression was not here.

Although he is not the king of a country, he holds the general trend of the country in his hands, and his vision must be a little farther than ordinary people. As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you can see.

This is the ambition that a king should have, but unfortunately fate played tricks on people and only made him a regent.

"Lord Wang!"

Chen Yuanyi, the commander of the imperial guards, walked behind Li Nie and said respectfully.

This is the difference between status and inferiority, Mo Sufeng is just a dog in front of Li Nie, although he has the ability to sit in the position of the head of the Heavenly Division, but there are not a few people who can replace him. One of the newcomers, Chang Qingguan, won Li Nie's favor, perhaps in his heart, he had already positioned him as a descendant to succeed Mo Zhifeng.

Don't look at Mo Zhifeng is very comfortable like a fish in water now, in fact, he himself is also difficult to protect, after all, he is a person who should have been eliminated a long time ago, Situ Yu is dead, why is he still alive? He, like Situ Yu, is a person who participated in the incident ten years ago, and it is estimated that only he is the only one left who still survives.

"Is it all arranged?" Li Nie turned around and looked at Chen Yuanyi and asked.

"Back to the prince, everything is arranged. Chen Yuanyi nodded solemnly.

"Hmm. Li Nie nodded and said in a deep voice: "There must be no more mistakes this time." ”

"Don't worry, Lord Wang!" Chen Yuanyi replied.

"Let's go down. Li Nie waved his hand, and Chen Yuanyi immediately turned around and left, in this hall.

Li Nie looked up at the sky, and in his eyes, every inch of land in this country was like a black and white chess piece, falling one by one in an orderly manner. This dynasty absolutely cannot tolerate the existence of this group of remnants who confront the imperial court.

......

"Crunch ......"

The door panel was slowly pushed open, and Xu Changfeng turned his gaze from the teacup on the table to the direction of the door. The man who came was a man with a black mask and a cloak on his body, whom he did not recognize.

The masked man looked at Xu Changfeng and whispered four words.

Xu Changfeng was subconsciously stunned, and replied without thinking: "The end of the night rain." ”

"Please come with me. Hearing these four words come out of the young man's mouth, the aura exuded by the masked man was a little restrained. If the boy hadn't answered the code correctly, he would have been greeted with a dagger coated in venom.

Xu Changfeng never expected that this person on the street would actually let himself be exposed to the secret of the night rain.

In this way, the backstage of this Dream Flower Building is the mysterious night rain?

If that's the case, then it all makes sense. Xu Changfeng thought in his heart.

With the relationship between him and Ming Ming, no matter how good it is, it is impossible to obtain such a status in Menghualou. Although there are many reasons for this, he always feels that this dream flower building is like going home to him.

No matter what happens to him here, the turmoil will always pass away quietly. So when he learned last night that the location of the joint was in Menghualou, Xu Changfeng began to notice it a little. In the backstage of Menghualou, there must be someone he knows.

"Only Uncle Gongsun has the ability to save Wei Qijian. Xu Changfeng thought in his heart.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place, and now Wei Qijian has been wanted, even if he hides in the wilderness, it is difficult for him to leave the territory of the Shengshi Dynasty.

Therefore, only by hiding in Chang'an can it be easier to escape the tracking of the imperial court. And Ye Yuya has disappeared for so many years, and naturally has a lot of foundation in Chang'an, and hiding a Wei Qijian is nothing.

After all, Wei Qijian was seriously injured, and if he didn't come to the city for treatment, he would die sooner or later.

The two of them were walking in the corridor of Menghualou, and suddenly in a corner, the masked man flicked his fingertips, and he didn't know what strange tricks he used, and opened a secret door, and he gestured to Xu Changfeng and let him walk in through this secret door.

Xu Changfeng nodded, and as soon as his front foot stepped into the secret door, the masked man on his back foot locked the secret door, and it was suddenly dark inside. This surprised the boy a little, is this a trap?

In less than three breaths, the torches on both sides of the secret door were inexplicably lit, illuminating the steps down the way.

Xu Changfeng walked down the steps suspiciously, and soon he felt that the temperature had become much lower, and he should have come to the underground of Chang'an City. Menghualou can actually build an underground secret room in such a place, this Tibetan is absolutely safe.

At the end of the stone steps, there was a stone door, which seemed to know that someone was coming, so the stone door had opened a gap, just enough for the next person to pass sideways. Through the gap in the stone door, you can see a man lying on a bed inside, and there are several people standing next to the man, but looking at the back, the young man can't recognize them for a while.

Those people quickly noticed the movement outside the stone gate, and they all turned their heads to look at Xu Changfeng who walked in.

"Sister Luoyue, Uncle Gongsun?"

The two black-robed figures standing beside the bed are the killer Luoyue, who is known as the sword light like the moon, and the most mysterious leader of Yeyuya, Gongsun Longya!

In addition to these two people, there was also a woman standing on the side, with a fluttering white dress and a smiling face.

"Mo Xingxiao ......," Xu Changfeng subconsciously lost his voice.

How did she end up here?

Mo Xingxiao blinked and stared at Xu Changfeng, and there seemed to be a little surprise on her face.

"I didn't expect that the people who made this Chang'an city full of turmoil would have such a background. Mo Xingxiao exclaimed, she had thought that Xu Changfeng and Wei Qijian must have an ulterior secret, but this one secret would actually involve this kind of thing.

"Uncle Gongsun, what the hell is going on?" Xu Changfeng stared at Gongsun Longya and couldn't help but ask.

Mo Xingxiao shouldn't have known about the Ten Years Lamp, or why did she get involved in this layer of troubled water? This made the young man feel puzzled.

It was Mo Xingxiao who rescued Wei Qijian. Gongsun Longya said in a low voice, "In order to avoid causing some chaos, the imperial court did not say a word about Mo Xingxiao's behavior. ”

"If it weren't for her, your seventh uncle would have been imprisoned in Chang'an Heavenly Prison at this moment. The falling moon on the side echoed.

"Thank you. Xu Changfeng took a deep breath and whispered to Mo Xingxiao.

He didn't have any affection for this woman, but he didn't dislike it to the point of disgust. It's just that her sudden appearance here really surprised the teenager.

"Seventh Uncle, what's wrong with him?" Xu Changfeng walked to the stone bed and asked in a low voice.

At this moment, Wei Qijian's face was so white that it seemed to be smeared with white powder, he looked like a dead man, he didn't move, and even his breathing was very weak. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago, so how could he have a chance to live?

"It's not a big problem. Gongsun Longya shook his head and said, "It's just that he received a sword from Shen Binglin this time, I'm afraid that it will not be possible to get better every half a year, and it may even affect his ......cultivation in the future."

"Shen Binglin!" The young man couldn't help but grit his teeth when he heard these three words.

"Don't get excited. Luo Yue hurriedly said, "If you want to avenge your seventh uncle, you should improve your cultivation as soon as possible, otherwise no matter how much you say, it will only be a joke." ”

The words "cultivation for ......" have always been a piece of flesh in the heart of the teenager, and every time he mentions it, he will feel a faint pain, suppressing his chest and making it difficult to breathe.

Although Mo Xingxiao didn't know the specific situation, he also guessed something from the young man's conversation.

This teenager should be the fish that slipped through the net back then.

Originally, she just wanted to take Wei Qijian out of Chang'an, but who would have thought that she would meet Gongsun Longya halfway, and then the three of them lurked together in the underground secret room of Menghualou. Now not only Wei Qijian, but even Mo Xingxiao has become the target of everyone, but wherever the news of her comes out, the court will not be merciful, even if she is the peak powerhouse of the first place on the Tianzi list.

The first place on the Tianzi list can only represent the first in this era. As the so-called generation of the country has talents, fifty years later, the list will be changed, and at that time, the first position may not be stronger than today's Mo Xingxiao.

In the same way, Mo Xingxiao is very strong in the eyes of the world. The cultivators who might have killed her also existed. For example, the powerful prince Li Nie in the depths of the Daming Palace, such as the Canglan Sect Master who is also an eighth-order cultivator in Canglan Mountain.

The world is very big, and if a teenager wants to climb that step of power, he still needs to go a long way.