The roof of Yueyang Tower.

The high-rise buildings compete with the bright moon, the stars dot the lonely long night, and the eaves of the buildings reflect the moonlight and sprinkle silver light. As the tallest building in Yueyang City, it is undoubtedly the most able to feel the prosperous landscape of Yueyang's three thousand miles here, including everything that happens in this city at every moment.

The breeze has passed, the smoke has dispersed, and the tea has cooled.

The large wing room is extremely cold, not because it is not popular, but because the wing room lacks a fireworks atmosphere that should be in the world. Looking at the thousands of families in Yueyang outside the railing, the four businessmen have been silent for a long time.

The embers in the fire tray burned weakly with coal, and a few pieces of gray paper that had been burned into charcoal were lifted by the wind and floated gently, and the faint warmth could not dispel the cold air here. Quietly, the last charcoal shattered by the embers, and the fire was extinguished, and the four people in the wing room seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. The merchant slowly put away the account book, the scholar folded the paper fan with his hand, the bookkeeper took the last sip of tea in the cup, and the bald man who remained lifted the golden wire birdcage in his hand. Silently, they went. The front foot followed the back foot, walking quietly, as if Fang was afraid of disturbing something, mysterious and sneaky...

Perhaps, it is the nature of businessmen in their bones.

The planner seeks success, and the businessman seeks profit. When the grain is not ripe, they hide the edge and are restrained, and when the grain is ripe, they quietly harvest without traces. Now, things seem to have changed. The grain is not ripe, it is still in the field, and there is still some time before the autumn harvest, but these businessmen who are chasing fame and fortune have quietly discovered that there is a rice field on the edge of the field they have selected that is more than 100 times more fertile, and more importantly, there may be some unspeakable and amazing treasures hidden under the ground of this rice field! The so-called birds die for food, people die for money, and businessmen are eager to hear about profit, and in the face of such a sum of glory and wealth, few people can resist its temptation, even the richest people. So they chose to be silent, and used the silent time to calculate the chips in their hands and carefully weigh how to bet in the future. After all, their partner, the golden predator with his hands and eyes, was already one step ahead of them before that. And this step may be a distance of thousands of miles...

Downstairs, seventy-seventh floor.

The purple glow of the city has disappeared, and only the wisps of purple light are left here against the dilapidated wings. Although this is not the highest and most prosperous place in Yueyang City, it may be the most dazzling at this moment.

The bet between Xia Yuan and King Yueyang, the birth of two mysterious teenagers Gu Fan and Traceless, the divine power of Xia Xun and Mo Xian, the four young men and women of Yueyang, Xia Xun and Mo Xian, broke the yin and yang compass in a leaf of gold, and asked the sky speechlessly to crush the holy coffin of reincarnation and pass on the sage's oracle. These storylines destined to be sung all over the world are concentrated in one night. There is no doubt that for a long time in the future, every character who appears in this story will inevitably become the focus of the Southern Regions and even the Tang Dynasty, and their limelight is likely to overwhelm the protagonists at the Yingshui Night Banquet. It's just that behind this seemingly scenery, for some people, it is not as free and easy as they imagined.

"Why didn't you take it out sooner?"

The tone was slightly questioning. After the purple glow disappeared for a long time, Xia Hou recovered from the shock. Obviously, he didn't know about Xia Xun's arrangements tonight. Because, he asked a common doubt in the hearts of many Jianghu people at this moment, and it is also the most concerned question.

Why not take it out sooner?

As one of the few artifacts in the world, Speechless Wentian has supreme power, except for the Holy Sword Seven Stars of the Seven Star Courtyard that can barely parry its edge, there is currently no example of a holy weapon resisting an artifact in the world. If Xia Xun and Peony sacrificed this artifact at the first time, they would undoubtedly be able to directly crush Gu Fan and Wuji, and there would be no later kung fu.

"It's not hot. Xia Xun replied.

"What heat?" asked Xiahou.

"It's right. The peony outside the wing room gently put away the ink jade bamboo slip, and walked back to the side of Xia Xun to stand in the wing room. Facing Xiahou's questioning, Peony looked a little apologetic. So she can also understand Xia Xun's tangled mood at the moment, after all, it was because of her and Xia Xun's hiding that Xia Hou was beaten by Gu Fan and bloodied, but some things were so forced that people were helpless.

Peony took Xiahou's words, and Yu Yu explained: "The thing that is speechless to ask Tiannai is represents the will of Wentian and the Confucian will of the world, and the masters of the Heavenly Pavilion in the past generations have only been in charge and have no right to pass it on privately. Gu Fan and Traceless, no matter how powerful they are, are only the same generation as me, if we sacrifice the speechless question to suppress them at the beginning of the war, it will humiliate the name of Mr. and will also be laughed at. This is a misnomer. ”

After the peony finished speaking, take a break.

Xia Xun tacitly followed the end of the conversation, and then took over: "Moreover, tonight's matter is not trivial, and there is no way to go wrong." Li Changan has been ambushing soldiers in the Southern Regions for 12 years, I can imagine how much energy he has, even if Uncle Yuan goes south this time, even if he has grandpa's foreshadowing, I am afraid it will be too late, so we need to figure out how much reliance Li Changan has not used behind him. If we use speechless questioning to suppress Gu Fan as soon as we come up, then we will not be able to see no trace, nor can we see the contents of Gu Fan's coffin. Such a battle may be a beautiful victory, but it is more than worth the loss for us. This is not a good word. ”

“......”

In a few words, he broke through the mystery of the night, and after hearing this explanation, Xia Hou's heart was a little balanced, but he still didn't glance at Peony and Xia Xun angrily: "Isn't it just a corpse, what's so good-looking?" In order to see that broken thing, I hurt my master, what kind of thing." ”

"Well, we've got a lot to see. ”

Xia Xun scraped the bridge of his nose and smiled bitterly: "There is no trace to shoot, and there is no holy weapon to accompany you, which just shows that there is still room for maneuver in the Soul Chasing Building, and it has not completely fallen to Li Changan." And Gu Fan came south with two holy weapons, and there was a king corpse in that reincarnation holy coffin, which probably means that the three masters and ancestors in the Western Regions have already bet on everything. Moreover, they should have more chips in their hands, otherwise they wouldn't be able to invite Li Chang'an's energy to come to the Soul Chaser Building alone. This information is very important, we have to see it, and Uncle Yuan also needs to know it, it is an important clue to the future layout and strategy. ”

"Come on, you're just talking nonsense. ”

Xia Hou has never liked to use his brain, and seeing that Xia Xun was going to make a long speech again, he pouted his lips with a little disdain, shook his big hand, and said: "Isn't it just some disgusting corpses? If it doesn't work again, one day when the village chief and the barbarians go south, and our horn sounds, it will be a battle that sweeps away thousands of troops, and we can tear down his hometown casually! Who is afraid of whom?"

"Uh..."

Xia Hou said it arrogantly and a little arrogantly, Xia Xun scratched his nose and smiled bitterly, and no longer answered.

"Brother Hou, you are wrong again. ”

Seeing Xia Xun's embarrassed appearance, the peony next to him waved his little hand and helped explain: "Gu Fan and I are the same generation, and his cultivation is not the apocalypse, and his reincarnation holy coffin can conceive a king corpse, so what about his elders? Besides, don't forget that they still have a lot of pills. ”

"Oh?"

Xiahou was stunned.

Peony has clearly pointed out the focus of tonight's matter, and now even if Xiahou is a fool, he knows that this matter is not simple. He stammered a little and asked, "No... It's not a corpse, what is that?"

Peony shook her head slightly: "I don't know." ”

"Could it be a saint?"

"Perhaps, but I suppose it's at least something that no saint can take lightly, otherwise they wouldn't have bet on it all. ”

“......”