The orange scroll, painted with a few dark clouds, smeared with a flat moon. The scribbled autumn wind made the two white-clothed men in the picture scroll a little thin. It was a little dark, and the two of them stood on the bridge, their shadows stretched to the head of the bridge.

Chang'an City, located in the center of Lizhou, the sixteen states of Yanyun, is like a sleeping lion entrenched in the arms of Qishan and Yanyun River in the long night. The lights are shining brightly, like a girl's heart. Because in Beiyan, the sky here is dyed with a lot of ink. The majestic imperial city, even the taverns on the street are wide open and closed, and they are magnificent.

The Huai River is sparkling, projecting the red and green lights intertwined on both sides of the river. The standing Qin Palace is the brightest star in Chang'an City, and even the streets where the autumn wind probes, the proud and straight green pines are so proud.

The mottled bridge of the arch bridge, engraved on the Moon Bridge, the poems of the literati and ink writers are hidden in the weeping willow dead branches, branded in the soft water of the Huai River, gently rippling with a coquettish past.

Yueqiao Xu has seen a lot of wind and snow, dyed too much rouge gouache, and looks particularly gentle in the magnificent imperial city.

Or maybe some drunken drunks have confided too much about the rivers and lakes with it, and their children are long. It turns out that so many people regard you as their hometown.

We have too much sadness, maybe we also hope to send that river of water to the end of the world, or maybe we would rather tell the moon and talk about a song of death.

Lin Ziyun bundled his clothes and stood at the head of the moon bridge, overlooking the lights of thousands of homes in the distance. The reddish candlelight shines brightly in the moonlight. The fireworks are easy to cold, and the beauty of the world may also end in the desert after being as brilliant as the night fire.

The Chang'an lamp has not slept, the figure is emaciated, and the sound of cold water is lonely and lonely in the long night.

Qin Tianhe glanced at Lin Ziyun with interest, and stopped talking.

Lin Ziyun waited patiently and poured a sip of wine into his stomach.

"I'm a Chu madman, Feng Ge laughed at Kong Qiu. But if someone cuts off his head, he doesn't care if the water flows eastward. Lin Ziyun muttered in a low voice. Qin Tianhe didn't know what was going on, and he was still savoring this poem.

The mutation was born abruptly, blooming with a golden light in the long night. A golden bolt of lightning, coming out of nowhere, tore through the curtain of the dark night and pulled out long openings. Lin Ziyun turned his right hand, and the sword was already in his hand.

"Sick ......"

He whispered, the cold blade out of its sheath. The sword was like a white dragon in the night, and it was extremely fast, thinking that the golden lightning would shoot away. With a bang, Qin Tianhe was already kneeling on the ground, his face full of fear.

Lin Ziyun stared straight at a man in blue in the Huai River water, motionless.

The man was silent, his body was running in shock, turning into a brilliant shadow, and a breath time had already appeared beside Lin Ziyun. The man in blue had his hand like an iron hook and grabbed Lin Ziyun fiercely. At this moment of lightning, Lin Ziyun's body turned into a star shadow and shattered. The man grabbed a blank and looked a little suspicious.

Lin Ziyun had already appeared near Qin Tianhe, and he didn't see any movement, cyan runes suddenly appeared around him, and divine patterns surged, forming a circle around Qin Tianhe.

"Stay, don't move. Lin Ziyun instructed.

The man in blue attacked for some reason, and in order to protect Qin Tianhe's safety, Lin Ziyun arranged a painting around him as a prison. Since this prohibition is used by trapped people, it can be used as a defense as long as that person can't break through.

Lin Ziyun's body was like a cheetah and landed at the bridge. He pinched the trick in his hand and slashed out a flaming knife. The fire flickered, like a fire dragon, and it opened its teeth and claws and walked towards the man in blue. Lin Ziyun's body was full of spiritual power, and he slashed out three flame knives one after another.

The man in blue was obviously a cultivator, and he saw a water dragon rising towards the sky in the Huai River. Fire and water invaded, and both of them were like great enemies.

"Fellow Daoist, I was reckless before. I am Li Mu of the Mountain Sect, and I just tried it out, and I have no other intentions. But it was the man in blue who looked at Lin Ziyun and suddenly smiled.

was inexplicably attacked by him, and Lin Ziyun was unhappy. But seeing that he opened his mouth politely, he didn't want to do it again, but said: "Your Excellency does things like this, if you don't give me an explanation, although I, Lin, am not sure, I will also ask Daoyou for an explanation." ”

When the man heard him say this, he didn't mind, and said, "This matter is indeed my inconsiderate consideration, don't blame Daoyou." Actually, I am in the human world to carry out a mission of the sect. He was ordered to come to assist the prince of Pingyang to ascend the throne as king, but today he heard about Taoist friends from the mouth of the prince, so he came to test it. ”

"The prince of Pingyang ascended the throne as the king and called the emperor?, the mission of the sect?" Lin Ziyun thought to himself. He still doesn't know the secret, but this person has made it very clear that he should have heard of himself from Zhao Qin's mouth. I must have wanted to try my skills, but I was inexplicably tempted, and I was always unhappy.

"Lin has only had a few encounters with the prince of Pingyang, I don't know why Your Excellency is here?" Lin Ziyun said in a flat tone.

"It's not a secret, Great Qin Li Long has violated the will of heaven, and he will get retribution soon. And now there are many sects that have sent people from the lower realm to assist the new king to ascend the throne, and the one selected by the lower sect is Zhao Qin. Since Lin Daoyou has some connections with him, it is better to work with me to assist him in ascending the throne. Li Mu spoke.

"Oh, if Daoyou's words are true, then the Qin State will indeed fall into war. However, how can I believe your words because you have no basis for your words? In addition, I have only one-sided friendship with Zhao Qin, and it is impossible for me to help him become king. Lin Ziyun said categorically.

Li Mu's face changed, and he was not in a hurry to speak. He had a fight with Lin Ziyun just now, and he was sure that this person was indeed somewhat capable, although he still had some brothers in the same sect, but at present, the human world was mixed, and it was always better to have one more helper. It's just that this person doesn't believe what he says for the time being, and it is reasonable.

He saw that although Lin Ziyun's cultivation was orthodox, he didn't seem to mention the cultivation realm and his sect, and secretly had guesses. Li Mu said with a smile: "Lin Daoyou, don't be busy refusing, as long as Lin Daoyou can help Zhao Qin win the throne." At that time, not only can you get some of the world's luck, but it will be of great use to your own cultivation. Moreover, in the next guarantee, if this matter is successful, in the next can apply for a place for a disciple from the outer mountains to the Taoist friends for the sect. ”

Speaking of this, he saw Lin Ziyun's eyes move. Without waiting for Lin Ziyun to reply, he continued: "On the way to cultivation, you and I will both go against the sky and take our lives. I guess that Daoist friends should not have a sect for the time being, such as you are a casual cultivator, if you don't have the opportunity to cultivate to the foundation building realm, it is already extremely difficult, let alone the Great Dao. And as long as the Taoist friends enter the mountain gate, not only do they have the books of their predecessors to browse, but also under the protection of the sect, there is not a glimmer of hope for advanced high-level monks. ”

As the person guessed, Lin Ziyun was indeed a little moved.

From his words, Lin Ziyun vaguely knew that this seemed to be the human realm, and there should be the so-called cultivation realm outside the human realm. This can also explain why the aura here is so barren.

As for whether or not to choose to assist Zhao Qin, it can be said otherwise, maybe following this person can learn some things that he urgently needs to know at the moment. He was not polite at the moment, and arched his hand and said: "Li Daoyou, about what you said, Lin can think about one or two, but everything has to wait until he meets the prince of Pingyang in person before deciding." ”