Three days later...

Eighteen million miles north of Yueyang is a small nameless mountain range that stretches for tens of thousands of miles.

Due to its desolate location, there are few cities and villages within 10,000 miles.

Therefore, for the past thousands of years, this place has been a no-man's land where mountain bandits do not enter and good people do not enter.

But it's rare for a team of people to pass by...

There were quite a few people in this team, about 4,000, all of whom were white-robed, silver-sworded, and snow-treading horses. From a distance, it looks like a silver snake stretching for half a mile in the winding mountain...

"Royal..."

A steed hurried to the silver-white chariot in the center of the procession. Sitting immediately was the elder Dao who assassinated Xia Xun in Yueyang a few days ago.

He knocked lightly on the window door of the big chariot a few times, and whispered respectfully, "Heavenly Maiden?"

Moment...

"Say..."

The window did not open, and a cold female voice came from the chariot.

"Letter from the rear ... Yueyang Yaokong asked the Tiandan furnace to extinguish the eight. Stocks in nearby counties are being urgently adjusted..."

"Who's making a move?"

The cold voice directly interrupted the elder elder of the long eyebrows. But Lao Dao was not displeased, and still replied respectfully and softly: "At present, there are only Wentian and Seven Stars... No one else was moving."

"What about Li Qingfeng?"

Hearing this name, Changmei Lao Dao couldn't help but show a trace of ruthlessness: "Since we left, he has been watching and settled..."

“......”

It took a long time for the big chariot to hear again:

"Got it"

“......”

Lao Dao nodded slightly, took the reins and drove the horse back.

Another moment...

The window of the chariot was gently opened. A pale slender hand stretched out from the window, and a thumb-sized silver bird stood silently on the palm of his hand...

"Let's go"

"Instantly..."

At the sound of an order, I saw a flash of silver light, and the silver bird in the palm of his hand disappeared without a trace.

Only the clouds leave shallow white marks...

afternoon

Yueyang, west of the city

In front of the crossing at the foot of Wentian Mountain, a carriage full of goods was parked. An old Taoist wearing a silver-white robe and holding a silver dragon whisk was standing by the crossing. He didn't seem to look good. The dignified silver crown couldn't suppress his slightly embarrassed broken hair. The bloodshot eyes can't hide the sadness on his face.

He looked at the dozens of Confucian scholars who were blocking the way on the mountain road, pointed to the carriage behind him with a whisk, and ordered:

"What are you doing with it? I'll put it on and burn it..."

“......”

"Uh..."

No one answered, and no one moved...

Dozens of people looked extremely embarrassed, so they stood there stunned, a little hesitant between advance and retreat...

They know this person, his name is Li Qingfeng. He is the Pure Yang Guan Guan of Yueyang City, and he is also the best friend of their Pavilion Master.

However, since the battle on Dongya Street three days ago, the relationship between the two houses and the government has reached a freezing point...

So at this time they are very difficult and don't know what to do.

"Do you want me to move?"

In the face of dozens of stupid people, the old way of being in a bad mood suddenly came up!

"This..."

"It's... Lord Li... You're really us."

An older Confucian scholar, for a reason.

"Then let Cao Renxuan come down and move by himself!" Li Qingfeng was furious, and pointed to the top of the mountain and shouted angrily.

“......”

"Move things up the hill..."

A warmth blows the mountains and forests, and a deep sound comes from the top of the mountain.

At this time, the dozens of people blocking the road breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and bowed slightly to the top of the mountain.

"Yes!"

"Humph!"

Li Qingfeng snorted coldly, took a big step angrily, and walked through the Confucian students who were blocking the way and walked to the top of the mountain.

At this time, he was really annoyed, because he was really in a bad mood today, and he rarely gave up his past arrogance and came to give gifts cheekily. And the voice at the top of the mountain sounded half a moment late, which was obviously intended to embarrass him, and for it...

He walked in a hurry, and he walked very fast...

took a random step, and walked out dozens of feet away, without taking a trace of dust with him between his feet and feet.

"Cao Renxuan, what do you mean!"

Li Qingfeng was still more than 100 zhang away from the top of the mountain, so he couldn't wait to point at the Cao Pavilion Lord and scolded.

Pavilion Master Cao reluctantly raised a smile: "It's just that you sold yourself, and you almost dragged Wentian into the water." That's not good..."

Li Qingfeng took a big step and came directly to the Cao Pavilion Master, pointed at his nose with a whisk, and said angrily: "Do you think I want to! She's a crazy person! My brother can sell her, is it surprising that she sold me? Besides, it was Yu Guanchuan who sold you, what does it have to do with me!"

"If you had told me earlier, the madman was out of the mountains. That's not how it goes..."

"I'm Chunyang, you're asking the sky!Can you say this!" Li Qingfeng said angrily.

"Then why are you still coming to me to stand in line today?" Cao Ge said with a little playfulness.

“......”

Li Qingfeng was a little embarrassed, and he slowly put down the dust. The anger gradually subsided, and he returned to the sorrowful state he had at the beginning:

"Something should have happened in the palace"

"Huh"

Pavilion Master Cao sneered contemptuously: "Anyone can see it... It's just a matter of how much it has changed."

Li Qingfeng's eyebrows gradually fell: "An hour ago, the Heavenly Maiden scattered a thousand birds to the neighboring province of Yueyang..."

“...”

When the Cao Pavilion Lord heard the difference, he was puzzled and hurriedly said, "How can your head command talisman be in the hands of this madman!"

"So I suspect that there is really a big problem in the palace..."Li Qingfeng said.

"Then why are you looking for me? Do you want to ask me to accompany you to the immortal line to find death?"

“......”

"I'm here to find Lu Suifeng..."Li Qingfeng said embarrassedly.

"Heh..."Pavilion Master Cao sneered again: "Then your gift is too small, and this Guanzi medicine wants people to give you their lives?"

Li Qingfeng's expression gradually became solemn: "What is the situation of that kid now?"

"Hey..."

Pavilion Lord Cao sighed lightly and shook his head: "The heart is broken, and most of the sky is cracked." If it weren't for the hanging of some heavenly treasures, he would have died a long time ago. ”

"Could it be that even the wise master can't return to the sky?" Li Qingfeng differed.

"Do you think this is a rheumatism?" Lord Cao looked at him with disdain and continued: "No one can save it without medicine..."

"And your Guan Zi medicine is just to let him take a few more breaths... You still want to be a favor......"

Li Qingfeng was even more embarrassed...

"But, after all, the palace master is also their master's master... How can you say that the one behind the seven stars is also a pure yang line?"

"Heh... It's really a big forest, and everyone has it. You were the ones who drove people out, and now you want to go back..."

Pavilion Master Cao took out a piece of bamboo from his arms and handed it out:

"Nah..."

"They're on the second floor, you can go yourself... I've got to keep it."

"Well..."

Li Qingfeng was not polite at all, took the bamboo chip, turned around and left...

"Eh..."The Pavilion Master hurriedly stopped.

"What's wrong again?" Li Qingfeng was impatient and turned his head to ask.

"You're betrayed anyway, so it's okay to tell Chidori me, right?"

“......”

"Burn!"

"Eighty cities received orders, but Yueyang refused"

"Shh

Pavilion Master Cao suddenly took a deep breath!

"That's a big deal..."

“......”

In fact, it's no wonder that the Lord of the Cao Pavilion has lost his luster twice.

Just because this bird is extraordinary.

In the eastern soil, only four birds remain. One feather is in Beimangguan, one feather is in Kyoto, and one feather is in Chunyang.

And one that has been gone for twenty years...

As its name suggests, this bird turns into a thousand shapes, and it travels thousands of miles in an instant.

It is a heavy weapon used to give orders when the two armies are fighting. Seeing that the bird is like being ordered, the bird moves out of a thousand troops.

Therefore, throughout the ages, Chidori, no matter which side of the force, has always been in charge of the manager.

And today, Chunyang's thousand birds are scattered from Youran's hands, and it is a battle order.

This has to make people reverie for the worst......

The water is full and the wind is long

To the west of Yueyang, seven thousand miles upstream along the Yingshui River. There is a small city called Sanshui.

The city is not big, but it is thousands of miles. There are no celebrity monuments, but they are very prosperous. Because this is the confluence of the three major rivers of Yingshui, Weishui and Surabaya.

Merchants from all over the world gather here, and goods come and go from all sides.

"What's the matter?"

It seems that everyone is not in a good mood today, including Xiahou. His face was like a bitter melon, wrinkled and scarred. He was standing on the bank of the river, looking at a dozen carriages in front of him.

The wagons were not full, and a few were stacked with only a few parcels.

"There are locals who are grabbing goods from us, and the pharmacy in half of the city was empty before we went..."

A seven-star disciple who was unloading wiped his sweat stains and said.

Xiahou's face turned ruthless: "Which bastard did it!"

Another seven-star disciple, who was a little older, walked out of the cabin: "It is said that it is the miscellaneous of several local Taoist academies, and it should be inseparable from Sanshui Pure Yang..."

"Bastard" Xiahou's ruthlessness seems to be about to kill...

"Hit?"

The seven-star disciple who came out of the cabin walked up to Xia Hou and asked in a low voice.

“......”

Xia Hou was silent, and his fists were bruised. Those who know him well know that he is about to go berserk...

“......”

As the cargo in the hold accumulates more and more...

The water level of the cargo ship is gradually rising...

The seven-star disciples who were busy with their work sat on the board of the boat one after another to rest...

There are only two people left on the riverbank...

"Senior brother, it's not early..."The seven-star disciple on the side reminded.

"Whew..."

Xiahou, who had been silent for a long time, exhaled a heavy breath, and got on the boat without saying a word.

“......”

The seven-star disciple who followed Xia Hou was very surprised...

Since three days ago, after Yueyang's medicine was emptied, Qixing and Wentian had scattered a large number of disciples and went to neighboring towns to collect medicine.

Xiahou is in charge of the medicine goods in Sanshui City.

And today, the medicine that came to save his life was robbed, and this ruffian brother who has always been eager to repay and never suffer losses actually endured this breath for the first time.

It's really confusing...

Merchant ships come and go north, setting sail in the wind like arrows...

Outside Sanshui City, 100 miles to the south.

There is a Taoist temple, also known as Chunyang.

But compared to Yueyang's one, it looks much simpler. The area covered by Fang Yuan is less than one mile, and there are several palaces sparsely located, as well as a small square.

On the square, four or five horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods were coming from the front and rear of the courtyard gate in an orderly manner.

"Da-da..."

A thin blue-clothed trail hurried through the carriage and ran into a hall not far away.

The Taoist hall is also very simple, and the layout is very similar to the pure yang Taoist temple in Yueyang. There are also three statues of Sanqing gods in the middle, offering some incense and paper money.

"Master..."

"They didn't do anything, they unloaded the ship and left... Shall we chase?"

Xiao Dao panted and ran to the statue of the god, and ran towards the old road of Yinran, who was kneeling, and said urgently.

Lao Dao was very indifferent, and finished the kneeling ceremony without hurry, before he stood up, took three large incense sticks and lit them, and sighed:

"One line, the same family, cannibalism, what's the trouble..."

Xiaodao was a little confused and asked, "Then what do we do next?"

The lit incense was respectfully inserted into the tripod by the old Tao. Put your hands together, close your eyes and say slowly: "The Taoist worships the three Qings, and the crown cultivates the pure yang." ”

"Since the head of the Thousand Bird Order, whether it is true or not, this thing has to be done..."

Lao Dao opened his eyes slightly.

"Let's go burn..."

“......”

"Yes!"