A Xun song, only half blown, then abruptly stopped.

The dark clouds rolled upside down and dispersed like a low tide, and the clouds saw the moon.

Jiang Xiaoman also came back to his senses from Fang Cai's mysterious and mysterious state.

The rain came suddenly, but it didn't last too long, and it stopped in less than a quarter of an hour.

And for the boy who blows Xun, it seems that he has only passed a breath.

It's dark, it's completely dark.

The mountain is darker than the mountain.

Therefore, at this moment, you can vaguely see that the sky in the direction of Jincheng is slightly white.

Jiang Xiaoman lowered his head in a daze, looking at the Gu Xun in his hand glowing with light purple fireflies under the moonlight, his expression was a little incredible.

Regardless of the fact that his robe was already drenched, the young man closed his eyes and thought carefully about what had just happened.

It seems that this shower comes and goes faster.

It starts because of oneself and ends because of oneself.

And the root of everything is in the Gu Xun in his hand, which is now full of mystery.

This Xun was given to him by the senior who claimed to be the king of the clouds.

There is a saying that the elders dare not resign.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaoman didn't think much about it that day, so he generously accepted this Xun and spectrum that he thought was just an ordinary utensil.

Now thinking back to the day they got along, in the end, they clearly watched Yun Zhongjun walk out of the temple, but when he chased him out, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

If it is just an ordinary passer-by, with Jiang Xiaoman's eyesight now, even if he walks ten miles, he can vaguely see his back.

And the king in the clouds is really like flying into the clouds, leaving no trace at all.

I didn't think about it at the time, but when I look back on it now, it doesn't reveal something strange.

This cloud king must not be a mortal.

......

At the foot of the mountain, a group of people slowly walked from a distance.

It seems that the wind and rain have not stopped at all, and this group of people has a lot of rain on their shoulders, and their robes are all wet.

The first person was the current sixth prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, Ling Tianhou Jiang Zhan.

The group was a little less than earlier, and Jiang Zhan was now only followed by three people.

Mr. Yun and Wan Jian went hand in hand, and the one who fell last was Jiang Zhan's only son in the world, Jiang Chufeng.

"The blood is connected, and the blood is surging. When climbing the first stone step, Jiang Zhan seemed to feel something, looked up at the ancient temple hidden in the mountains and forests, chuckled, and said: "I didn't expect that in this Wutong Temple now, there will be people from my Jiang clan, but I don't know if it's Lao Jiu or the third brother?"

As he spoke, he stopped, turned around and glanced at Wan Jian meaningfully, and smiled: "Wan Pavilion Lord, your speed is fast enough......

Wan Jian's expression changed slightly, then he returned to normal, he chuckled, and generously admitted: "This is where my duty lies, if you don't move fast, how can you supervise this river and lake?"

"Very good!" Jiang Zhan nodded, didn't seem to care, turned around and continued to climb the mountain, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and said softly: "I am also planning to do this, so I will go to the third brother and the old Jiufu to sit down, since they are all here, then save another trip." ”

Mr. Yun's health seems to be really bad, or maybe because of the rain just now, his face, which was originally slightly pale, is even paler under the moonlight.

Originally, he walked side by side with Wan Jian, but he only fell behind the old man in just a few steps.

Mr. Yun covered his mouth with one hand, and every step he climbed seemed to consume a lot of energy, and he needed to cough violently before he could take a new step to climb a new stone staircase.

Jiang Zhan heard the movement behind him, stopped, turned to look at Mr. Yun, did not speak, but his eyes were full of concerned inquiries.

The middle-aged scribe waved his hand at Jiang Zhan, chuckled lightly and brought a fiery cough, and said, "Master Hou, please rest assured that my body can still hold up." ”

Wan Jian glanced at the middle-aged scribe whose face was sickly white at this moment, and seemed to have an understanding.

Heaven is fair, and there must be gains if there is a loss.

Legend has it that when the people of Tianji Loumen deduce major heavenly machines, most of them do so at the cost of losing their own longevity.

And the greater the impact of the deduced things in the future, the more Yang Shou will need to be lost.

Even, there are many Tianjimen people who inadvertently deduce the future taboo, resulting in the exhaustion of Yangshou and the elimination of life and death.

To exchange Shouyuan for a glimmer of heaven, it's okay to say once or twice.

The practice of martial arts is originally to explore the way of immortality.

Cultivating to become a Venerable person, the longevity can reach 300 years.

If you are lucky enough to become a prince, you can live longer, 500 years.

Even so, unless the people of Tianji Loumen are promoted to immortals, few people can die well.

This can be seen from Mr. Yun alone.

Mr. Yun has long been a great monk who has cultivated into the princehood.

Now he is only forty, but his body is already extremely weak.

Jiang Zhan conquered the Southern Barbarians, was ambushed by the millions of barbarian soldiers of the Southern Barbarian Dragon Elephant King, and fell into death.

The middle-aged scribe paid for his own 120 years of life.

With the first entry of the prince Xiu as the slaughter of the dragon elephant king in the middle of the god king realm, in exchange for the six princes of Great Xia for the young marquis.

Chuangwen Tiange gathers strange people from all over the world for Jiang Zhan.

After 12 years, he lost 280 years of his lifespan.

Five hundred years of life, in just a dozen years, almost dried up.

Therefore, in recent years, many matters of Ling Tianhou Mansion have been handed over to the middle-aged scribes to take care of the twelve elders of the Wentian Pavilion cultivated by Ling Tianhou.

And Mr. Yun has been sitting in the Heavenly Pavilion all year round and cultivating penance.

In order to break through the prince and step into the god king, he will continue his life for another 500 years.

There is a way that a scholar dies for a confidant, and Mr. Yun is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that he will not be able to repay Jiang Zhan's kindness to him.

Thinking that he was just an outcast of Tianjilou at the beginning, if he hadn't been lucky enough to meet the six princes of the Great Xia Dynasty, I am afraid that he would have died in Huangquan under the pursuit of many enemies.

It was the sixth prince of Great Xia, who had just been crowned back then, and after learning what happened to him, he did not hesitate to send all the masters in the palace at the cost of the lives of the two princes and the thirteen venerables, so that he could take revenge.

If it weren't for Jiang Zhan, the middle-aged scribe who had lost the shelter of Tianji Tower would have died at the hands of those enemies who had been chasing and killing many years ago.

Later, it was even more impossible to chop off the head of the enemy family with his own hands to pay tribute to his wife and the daughter who lost her life with her poor young before she was born.

Therefore, for so many years, he felt that he had picked it up for nothing.

Extending his life for himself is just to see with his own assistance.

In Ling Tianhou's Mansion, a Southern Regions Supreme can come out.

This time, Shou Yuan was originally a middle-aged scribe who had been less than 100 years old.

and did not hesitate to burn ten years of life, stealing a ray of heaven for the little marquis.

If he can marry the daughter of Jiufeng's life, Jiang Chufeng's future can be expected.

Jiang Chufeng hurriedly hugged the middle-aged scribe, looked at this Mr. Yun who was like his master with a concerned expression, and said, "Uncle Yun, rest for a while and then continue to go up the mountain......

The middle-aged scribe waved his hand and laughed in a low voice: "It's not in the way, little Hou Ye, you follow behind Hou Ye and hurry up the mountain." ”

With that, he waved his arm slightly, insisting that he follow the same steps towards the mountain.

Wan Jian watched this scene in silence and couldn't help but nod secretly.

I have to say that the father and son of the six princes are sincere to this Mr. Yun.

One, regard him as a brother.

The other regarded him as an uncle.

There are two kinds of kindness that the husband walks in the world, and it is most difficult to eliminate.

One is for the beauty, and the other is for the confidant and the grace,

These two, especially the latter, are difficult to return.

Beauty is loved, and most of them return with a lifetime of lovesickness.

The grace of knowing the encounter is often rewarded with death, and it is endless.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Zhan nodded slowly and said in a low voice: "Feng'er, you take your father's name card and go to worship the mountain first." ”

With that, Ling Tianhou turned around and walked over to the middle-aged scribe, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The force is great and unquestionable.

The middle-aged scribe opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jiang Zhan waving his hand: "Brother Yun, don't say anything, I regret letting you interrupt the retreat this time." The mountain road is rugged, Ben Hou will walk with you!"

Wan Jian's mouth opened, wanting to say something, but in the end he still didn't say it.

Acquaintances are in each other's acquaintances, why bother with flesh and blood.

Although the Jianwu Pavilion had very little information about this Mr. Yun, it was not impossible.

Perhaps, in Ling Tianhou Jiang Zhan's heart.

This thin middle-aged scribe was heavier than his brothers in the imperial court.

Although the Jianwu Pavilion has never participated in the battle between the princes for the throne for so many years, Wan Jian is still somewhat selfish.

The Dugu family is extremely protective.

Ten thousand swords, naturally cannot be avoided.

Therefore, he would prefer to sit on the throne of the One Domain in the end, and it can be the children with the bloodline of the Dugu clan.

It's not selfishness, it's a common human nature.

As long as they are human, they are still alive in this world.

Selfishness is instinct, which is inherent in all living things.

It doesn't matter if you're the lord of a realm or the lowliest of beggars, that's more or less the case.

Fortunately, these relatively negative emotions are not constant.

In ancient times, there was a saint who rose to immortality in the daytime, and once said, 'Human nature is both evil and good.' ’

As long as there are many people, there is more good than evil.

This world, this rivers and lakes, and this temple will always be brighter than dark.

Wan Jian thought about it, and finally stretched out his hand to put it on the other shoulder of the middle-aged scribe, and under the doubts of the two, he smiled softly: "This time, just to thank Mr. Fang Cai for the grace of a glass of wine, I hope you don't refuse." ”

Even if you know that in the near future, you may be on the opposite side of it.

But at this time, Dugu Wanjian would still help out because of his gratitude for the relationship between Ling Tianhou and the middle-aged scribe, which was not like a master and servant, but more like a brother.

Good birds choose trees to rest, and there is nothing wrong with this Mr. Yun.

For him, Jiang Zhan is the master who can repay his life.

In this life, if you are destined not to be honored, you will stand at the top of a lifetime.

So what's wrong with devoting yourself to the Lord, following allegiance, and helping him become honored by the right and left?

If you really want to say that there is, it is nothing more than that the two sides are opposing camps.

The middle-aged scribe smiled, and couldn't help coughing violently, until he finally relieved his breath, and smiled at Wan Jian friendly: "In this way, Yun has thanked the Lord of Wan Pavilion here." ”

The three of them, just like this, supported each other and slowly climbed the mountain.

......

Jiang Xiaoman had just put the Xun and Gu Pu in his arms when he suddenly heard footsteps slowly sounding.

When he looked up, he saw a young man in a red coat standing in front of him with a smile on his lips.

Obviously, it was the first time they met, but for no reason, the young man felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable sense of intimacy in this young man.

But under this intimacy, there is a vague, almost instinctive vigilance and vigilance.

Through the moonlight and the faint starlight above the heavens, Jiang Xiaoman carefully looked at the young man who suddenly came.

I have to say that this young man is rare in the world in terms of appearance.

Whether it is the outline or the edges and corners of the face, they are handsome and prominent, as if they were carved by the most exquisite stonemason in the world.

In particular, those eyes are narrower and longer than ordinary people, and the light shining in them makes people feel uncertain.

The silver-white moonlight shone on his body, a large red canopy that glowed with fireflies even in the dark night, and six blazing flames were embroidered on it.

When he saw the flame carving on this big piece, Jiang Xiaoman's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

The same big fuse, in Vermilion Bird City, Jiang Xiaoman also has the same piece, which was given by Jiang Yao when he tied the crown.

If you want to say the only difference, that is, the big piece that belongs to Jiang Xiaoman, but the flame carving pattern on it is nine.

When the boy was looking at the young man, the other party was also watching him.

Jiang Chufeng had seen Jiang Xiaoman's portrait, and he recognized the young man in front of him as his cousin in the border area.

It's just that the information sent to Fuchu from the border area is wrong.

According to the intelligence, this cousin in his ninth uncle's family is so weak that he has not even stepped into the day after tomorrow.

But when I see it today, it is not always the case.

In Jiang Xiaoman's body, he faintly sensed an aura that was not half a point weaker than himself.

His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, Jiang Chufeng looked at the young man in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly outlined a trace of arc, chuckled, and asked, "Little cousin, do you want to stop me from entering the temple?"

Nodding seriously, Jiang Xiaoman naturally knew the identity of the person who came.

is so young, naturally it can't be his sixth uncle Jiang Zhan, it can only be the little marquis in Bai Xian's mouth, his cousin.

Even so, Jiang Xiaoman still didn't back down, stood in front of the mountain gate and looked at Jiang Chufeng quietly, and said, "If you want to enter the temple, I won't stop you, but please go up the mountain again tomorrow." ”

With a smile, Jiang Chufeng's face changed, and he said coldly: "What if I want to enter the temple today?"

Jiang Xiaoman nodded, then looked up at the sky again, raised his hand to hold the gentian silver spear leaning beside him, and said softly: "Then you can only win against me, and besides, you have to kill me first." ”

At this time, neither sooner nor later.

It's exactly three o'clock.