After a busy day, Zhao Yingluo lay comfortably on the kang at home. Tired is tired, but his heart is stable and steady. "Perhaps, tomorrow morning, it's time to resume your practice. Looking up at the picture behind the door, on which was already empty, he felt a little like a world away.

The reason why he agreed to Yuwen Shuoyue today and go to work in Wanbao Zhai was because of a chance discovery he made last night. It was a handwritten letter from his grandmother: Luo'er, grandmother went first, don't think of me. A wisp of remnant soul is attached to external objects, like a candle in the wind, like frost on grass, and it is only a matter of time before it comes to this point. Within three years, Nangong Huixue will be able to return to you. The two of you must remember to keep Taoguang and learn to protect yourself in troubled times, as for the grand wishes of the ancestors of the Zhao family, you can slowly draw it. After all, if I do my best and don't achieve my will, I can have no regrets, so who can ridicule it?

The handwritten note appeared in the purple pendant on his chest. As a chaotic treasure in the past, now it has been reduced to a genus of gifts, but I don't know whose sorrow it is.

At the same time, in the living room of Leng Manyun of the Star Picking Tower, Yu Wenshuang was reporting about the Beishan Amethyst Stone Mine, of course, the attitude of the master and servant of the Liu family on this matter was emphasized by her. Leng Manyun frowned slightly, thoughtfully, for a long time, but when he heard her, he said coldly: "There is news from the Beiyi Kingdom, there are more than fifty people from the Broadsword Sect, and under the leadership of the great monk of the late stage of Huandan, Ding Yuan, the Splitting Sea Sword, they are rushing to the Chuanhai Continent. In the depths of the Endless Sea, the Aquaman clan is also on the move, starting with several of our coral mines in the Inland Sea. Don't stand stupidly and rub your mother's shoulders. The good-looking Danfeng glanced at Yuwen Shuoyue on the side, and thousands of styles could be glimpsed. Seeing him walking towards Venerable Leng stupidly, Yuwen Shuangqiang couldn't hold back a smile on the corners of his eyebrows.

With a sigh of relief, Leng Manyun continued: "Hehuan Sect Wang Xiang'er and his entourage of five people have already lived in our Guanhai Building in a grand manner, and the most serious is the headquarters of the Beiyi State Commercial Bank. ”

Xian Xianyu took a piece of osmanthus cake in her hand and handed it to Yuwen Shuoyue behind her, and the box full of pastries was pushed in front of Yuwenshuang by her. "There's an important banquet in the evening, and you two come with me. ”

In the depths of the endless sea area thousands of miles away, in the brightly lit chamber of the Bibo Palace, Yu Mo, the king of the Sea Clan, was discussing something in a low voice with the three elders, and from the few words that came out of them: Yuwen Family, Chuanhai Continent, and Broadsword Gate requested...... It can be seen that Leng Manyun's worries are not groundless.

The main altar of the Hundred Refining Pavilion of the Nanqian Continent - Jiuding Peak, an ordinary-looking young man and an old man with fairy wind bones are playing in the octagonal pavilion near the waterfall, black and white are on the chessboard, after a fight with each other, the old man's black son is gradually becoming unsupportable. Glancing at the old man, the young man spoke: "What is on the mind of the senior brother?" Sighing, the old man raised his eyes and looked at the waterfall near the left, and did not directly answer the young man's question, but asked instead: "What news have you received from the Chuanhai Continent?"

The young man frowned, playing with the white chess pieces in the box, and between the collision of jade, he said slowly: "Yuwen family, Leng Manyun have become caged birds, and fish at the bottom of the net. ”

"Then the junior brother thinks there are still variables in this matter?" the old man asked as if he was unwilling to look into the young man's eyes.

Shrugging his shoulders, the young man shook his head helplessly, and said, "It's not very likely, but since it is the Hehuan Sect, if you want to wade into the troubled waters of the Sichuan Sea Continent, then Wang Xiang'er, the devil, will be handed over to me."

At the headquarters of Beiyi Guowei Dong Commercial Bank, by the warm fire, a bright woman is reclining in the arms of a strong man at the moment. But when I saw her, the Mid-Autumn Festival water flowed in my bright eyes, and the affection lingered between the eyes. The clouds and temples are impregnated, the green silk is like a waterfall, scattered on the shoulders and front of the Han, the body is light, the flesh and bones are symmetrical, and the strength of the Han is contrasted into a kind of beauty that depends on people. The woman's warmth is as weak as water, with affection and veins, which is vividly reflected in this woman, turning the hundred steels of the Han into a finger twist. This woman is Shui Yun'er, one of the three venerables of Weidong Commercial Bank, who is as famous as Leng Manyun and Nangong Huixue.

The big man she was nestled on was the Yin Feng who was known as the first person in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and at the same time, this person was also the Great Elder of the Yin Sect of the Western Barbarian Continent. For nearly a thousand years, it has been rumored in the immortal cultivation world that he has already had the ability to impact the bottleneck of the Jiji period, but he has suppressed his cultivation in the realm of the Dan Returning Period, which may have a deep meaning.

Gently grabbing Shui Yun'er's slender waist, Yin Feng asked tentatively: "Leng Manyun was kind to my Yin Sect before, but now he is trapped in Shuangyue City, and he has sent people to ask for help three times, you and I should rush to help." At the same time, there is definite news that Nangong Huixue, one of the three Venerables of your firm, had fallen three years ago. This time, if Venerable Leng has any more mistakes, it will be difficult for you and me to maintain the normal operation of a huge Weidong trading house in several continents.

"When it comes to business, don't worry about it, the concubine has her own plans. As for Leng Manyun, she must die. Shui Yun'er said hatefully, with a coquettish tone with ruthlessness.

"Have you slept, open the door!" Yuwen Shuoyue shouted outside the door.

After shaking off the snow in the yard, Yuwen Shuoyue and Zhao Yingluo came to a warm house.

"It's so late, what's the matter?" Zhao Yingluo asked with a yawn.

"Something is wrong...... Yuwen Shuoyue told him all the news he got from Leng Manyun today. The two young faces were equally filled with fear. After a long time, Zhao Yingluo asked anxiously, "Venerable Leng and the old man have thought of a strategy to deal with the enemy?"

"You don't care so much about it. As he spoke, Yuwen Shuoyue took off her shoes and went into the warm quilt on the kang. "I'm freezing to death, and I haven't warmed up for so long. Yuwen Shuoyue shivered in the bed.

"Make you a cup of hot tea?" Zhao Yingluo asked as he filled the stove with firewood.

"No, come up and give you something. After Zhao Ying fell on the kang, Yuwen Shuoyue casually threw a Qiankun bag over.

Speaking of Qiankun bags, it is very common in the world of cultivating immortals, because it comes with a storage space ranging from a few feet to a few zhang square, which can facilitate monks to carry some necessary items with them, so it is very popular among monks, especially among low-level monks.

Seeing his friend's surprised gaze at him, Yuwen Shuoyue said slowly: "There is a piece inside that can go to the Nanqian Continent, a small transfer token and a few high-grade spirit stones, leave here as soon as possible, and it will change later." “

"No, I'm not leaving. I have to stay and fight with you. After listening to you say the seriousness of the matter, although I was also scared, I believed in the strength of the Yuwen family and the trading house. Besides, what are we cultivating immortals for? In addition to the ethereal and promising avenue, the most important thing is not to have the ability to protect the people and things that we care about? So now for you, for the sake of our common Weidong Commercial House, the Yuwen family, I must also stay and participate in the battle, otherwise even if I cultivate to be jealous, what is the point?" Zhao Yingluo said angrily, his tone sincere and firm.

"No, you still have to go, once we are defeated, Venerable Leng will try to take me out of here. As for you, I'm probably going to be unable to take care of it at that time. Seems like this, like this......" Before the words were finished, Yuwen Shuoyue was in the warm quilt, and a slight snoring sounded sound.

On this day, he was too nervous and tired, and only by lying on the warm kang of his brother's house could his spirit be completely relaxed. Yuwen Shuoyue pulled the quilt on his body, blew out the oil lamp, and Zhao Yingluo was in the corner of the big kang, cultivating cross-legged.

Outside, the snow was falling tightly, and the wind was blowing harder and stronger, and after seeing Zhao Yingluo's bedroom lights go out, a black figure disappeared into the wind and blizzard, and the cold wind rolled up the snow chips and blew over the place where he stood before, taking away the traces of his coming.

"Stinky boy, it's quite happy, in this cold and snowy night, there are still people to take in, some people can't rest assured, and some people ......" Thinking of this, Leng Manyun had already flown his cheeks, and the good-looking Danfeng had infinite shyness in his eyes, and she stomped the snow under her feet with disgust, and she also disappeared where the black shadow was standing.