North of the city, Xiguan Road.

Two flames led the car, and the groom pulled the rope and the wind howled.

The royal blue streamers wave with the wind, and the hunt sounds. In the carriage, two women as cold as ice sat opposite each other. Mo Yan didn't know when he took off his blood-stained silver dragon robe and replaced it with a white and black-edged Qin Feng Dao robe. Although it is also a pure yang system, it is more handsome and sassy.

"I never thought that you would be afraid of death sometimes. Mo Yan said indifferently.

Yu Youran stretched out his white and slender right hand, gently lifted a corner of the window screen, looked at the scenery on the street outside the window, and said ruthlessly and coldly: "Everyone is afraid of death, and I am no exception." ”

Mo Yan also looked out the window casually, and looked at the passers-by, she asked in a low voice: "Count people as yourself, is your hexagram accurate?"

"That's not my own hexagram, so it should be accurate. Yu said leisurely.

"What about the hexagram of the master?"

"More accurate. ”

“......”

West of the city, Zhenwu Mountain.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the soul of the strong man is buried in Zhenwu Mountain.

Although this year's national examination is only the beginning, people will not doubt that it will make the historians who wrote the book of the Tang Dynasty spend a lot of pen and ink, and it can even be compared to the peerless national examination 80 years ago. Because it has a lot of unprecedented particularities, and it involves countless people and things that can shake the world.

That's fate...

Mamumae mountain pass.

Since the drunken Taoist left, the onlookers also left one after another, some happily went north, and some were lonely and scattered, but they all carried a trace of shock that was enough to reminisce for half a lifetime. At this time, there are only thousands of Imperial Forest troops left and right to outflank the mountain gate, and there are tens of thousands of officers and soldiers waiting a few miles away, with swords in their hands and battle armor, and they are full of murderous energy. They are all waiting for the herald of the Ministry of War, and as soon as their embroidered spring knives arrive, they will be able to go up the mountain to get people in the name of righteousness, and use the prestige of the Tang Dynasty!

Although the situation was extremely turbulent, the Daoists in Zhenwu Mountain didn't seem to take it seriously at all.

After the martial arts examination ended, the Taoists of Zhenwu Mountain scattered with the candidates. Or go up the mountain with firewood, carry a wooden barrel down the mountain, or sing and shout a song "Chivalrous Travel". The cleaning of the examination room, the preparation of the horse travel, the preparation of the horse travel, coming and going, up and down, and even staying in front of the garrison officers and soldiers, unconsciously chattering, talking and laughing happily and killing Jun Leng formed a strong contrast, weird and abrupt.

On the northwest side, Wei Yan's corpse and the remains of more than a dozen Royal Forest soldiers were taken away by the Tang Dynasty government shortly after the incident. At this time, there was only a fat monk with a fat head and big ears who was meditating with his hands folded, cross-legged, and muttering the scriptures of the past life that he didn't know what to mean. Don't look at the fat monk on weekdays, he looks like a second-rate child, in fact, his Buddha heart is not much less than his senior brother, maybe he just doesn't like the constraints of the Buddhist rules and precepts.

"Drive..."

"Da-da-da-da. ”

It didn't take three minutes.

The southern end of Zhenwu West Gate suddenly rolled up yellow dust for several miles, and then the earth trembled, and the sound of horseshoe and horse whistle came far away. As far as the eye can see, dozens of miles away, there are countless yellow-clothed warriors waving the reins and galloping wildly. Not long after, the foremost few fast horses swept to the mountain pass first, and the yellow-clothed young man led by him quickly turned over and dismounted, crossed the royal forest sergeants who were outflanked on both sides of the mountain gate, and galloped all the way up the mountain. Later, the yellow-clothed warriors stopped outside the mountain, riding in a formation sandwiched between the two groups of royal forest sergeants in front and behind, facing each other from afar.

This is the attitude of the Huang family in Kyoto.

"Da-da..."

The young man ran quickly, climbed and jumped, all the way to the mountainside.

After seeing the hundreds of snoring men and women snoring near the plank road from a distance, he slowed down his hurried steps slightly, rolled up his long sleeves to sweat profusely, and panted and looked around. Just looked at it for a long time, but he didn't find the two different figures in the crowd, only to see Xiahou and Lei Meng who had come to find a deck of pai gow from nowhere, and were sitting under the big tree and having fun, giggling. Comparing the two, Huang Qi was suddenly extremely embarrassed. I thought that this Xiahou is also a talent, the old disaster is still coming again, and so many people have died before and after, but he is like a nobody, I really don't know whether he should say that it is better to have a broad heart or a tendon.

"Xiahou!" Huang Qi shouted as he walked under the big tree.

The dog's tail grass trembled, and Xia Hou watched casually, but when he saw Huang Qi, he beckoned and replied casually: "Hey, why did you kid come?"

Huang Qi disdainfully went: "What do you mean to come? The south and west of the city are separated by thousands of miles, and it will take a moment to send a message back and forth, you are my immortal?"

"Heh..."

Xia Hou smiled, shook the dog's tail and patted the stone pier beside him, and said, "Come on, I'm tired like a dog after running a few steps, sit down." ”

"Saki, give. ”

Huang Qi walked under the big tree, took the water bladder handed by Lei Meng, and drank it half a bell before he took a breath.

He sat down next to the stone pier and asked, "If you don't go to the Dao Palace, why are you nesting on the edge of this mountain?"

"Sanjoko. ”

"Da..."

Xia Hou struggled to play a card, then took off the grass in his mouth with one hand, and replied casually: "Who rarely stays in that smoky place? Besides, Ah Xun said that the Lord will not invite guests and will not enter, wouldn't it be good for us to stay on the side of this mountain? Some brothers are injured and need to be bandaged, so why should we do it here, lest people say that we are not decent." ”

"Oh yes, why don't you see Xia Xun and Mo Xian?" asked Huang Qi.

"What about them?" Xia Hou played: "I was called to be trained." ”

"Disciplined?" Huang Qi didn't seem to understand what he meant.

"Four bars. ”

"Da..."

Xiahou played a card, and then put away the remaining cards in his hand and put them on his brow, and looked around in a blink of an eye. After searching for a long time in the vast mountains and wilderness, he finally stretched out his other hand and pointed at the Heavenly Stone Sword between the True Martial Main Peaks, and said, "Now, don't you see those three small dots, don't you want to climb to the top and be trained?"

"Uh..."

Huang Qi looked up casually...

But seeing that there was a small path between the Qingtian stone swords at the top of the True Martial Main Peak, there were indeed three small figures at the top of the path at this time slowly moving towards the towering Gu Feng with the hilt of the sword, wasn't that Xia Xun and Mo Xian? Seeing this, Huang Qi probably understood what Xia Hou meant. On the top of that mountain lived a woman at the pinnacle of the world's swordsmanship, and the woman's power was not inferior even to the divine sword back then, and even surpassed. Xia Xun and the two of them must have been summoned by her when they went up the mountain this time. It's just that for a moment in his thoughts, Huang Qi seemed to think of something, but he wasn't quite sure.

"He's like a trumpet. ”

“......”

Horns, weapons also.

Commanded, raised the prestige of the army, and called the Jin Ge Iron Horse to rush and kill.

And how familiar is Huang Qi's sentence?

King Yueyang of the Yueyang Palace, the old sage who asked Tianshan, Li Qingfeng, and Cao Renxuan had all said similar things. It's just that the place has changed, the time has changed, and the horn is still the same horn, coming from Yueyang to Kyoto. The horn sounds, the wind is surging, the four sides are united, the drums are beating on all sides, the armies are raising, can there be a peaceful day in the world?

The main peak of Zhenwu is majestic and swinging.

The Heavenly Stone Sword, the mighty world.

The majestic mountain is 6,700 zhang, the iron rock is the bone, the fertile soil is the meat, and the endless towering ancient maple is the scale skin, and it lies in Kyoto for thousands of years. The high mountains nourish water, give birth to rivers and rivers flowing 600 miles of mountains, and give birth to plants and trees and beasts, which can be described as vast. Standing on the top of the sky, you can overlook the land of the imperial city, gain insight into the trajectory of life, and historical changes, which can be described as majestic. The sword becomes ten thousand years, not for the years to grind its age, frost and snow increase its height, rain damage its face. Eternal as ever, so it is respected by the world as the Sword Sect of the world.

"It's here. ”

“......”

At the top of the stone sword, the golden maple stands, the branches are luxuriant, and the golden color is gorgeous.

On the side of the golden maple roots, the small building is exquisite and gorgeous, and the three figures stop in front of the Luanfeng Gate. The former is a Taoist in his fifties, with crane hair and no makeup, wearing a navy blue plastic robe, carrying a six-foot black iron heavy sword, and is in good spirits. The wooden door was pushed open, and he made a gesture of please towards the building, saying, "Two young heroes, please come in." The first room on the right side of the hall is the Meditation Pavilion, where the master has been waiting for a long time. ”

"Thank you, Elder Xue, for leading the way. ”

"No thanks. ”

Xia Xun and Mo Xian both clasped their fists and bowed towards the Taoist. The Taoist nodded slightly in response and said, "Raul, who raised his hand, please." ”

"Well..."

So, the two walked into the small building.

The Taoist gently closed the Luanfeng Gate and returned from the same way...

Entering the small building, the view is slightly dark due to the lack of sunlight.

Look around, the huge hall is elegant and luxurious, the bronze bird high lamp inlaid with gold and stone is placed at the four corners, and there are three columns of maple bookshelves on the side of the wall, displaying ancient books and volumes, pen and ink inkstones, etc. Two lifelike picture scrolls are framed on the left and right painting screens with gold branches and silver threads, the left is the white tiger roaring moon picture, the right is the green dragon soaring cloud scroll, all are mighty and expressive, the fine brush is exquisite, the red seal of the inscription is more eye-catching, the white tiger seal Xuanji, the green dragon seal Fengxian. And a word hanging on the hall is the most eye-catching, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the face muscles and willow bones, the four big characters of "Sword Sect Zhenwu" are different, the clouds are frightened by the dragon, the Luan is floating and the phoenix is parked, each word contains an independent artistic conception and wind bones, and the lower capital of each word is impressively signed with a red seal.

"Sword" is like a green mountain, righteous and awe-inspiring, and imprinted with "wisdom".

"Zong" is the sky, vast, and imprinted with "Gang".

"True" is like a coiled dragon, soaring, and printing "hidden".

"Martial arts" is Qiankun, covering the universe and printing "wind".

Calligraphy and painting are expressive, as if they can reverse time and space, allowing people to really see six once high-spirited confidants and friends playing with Yu Zhenwu Mountain Stream, drinking wine, singing and drinking casually, and writing down calligraphy and painting when it is strong. It's just that now everything is wrong, and the calligraphy and paintings that should have been handed down can only be left in this empty hall, lonely and lonely.

It's quite tasteless, and it's even more heartbreaking.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Xia Xun was stunned in place for a long time, he asked silently and coldly. Xia Xun came back to his senses slightly: "No, huh, why are they here?"

Xia Xun was suddenly surprised, and Mo Xian asked, "Who?"

"Those five old-timers. ”

"Oh. ”

As he answered, Xia Xun then reined in his different colors and started to walk out.

Knowing the situation, Mo Xian's expression did not change much, so he responded coldly casually, and walked away.

"Ahem..."

The two walked slowly through the hall, and before anyone arrived, a familiar coughing sound came from the ear chamber on the right.

The door of the ear chamber was open, and the wide ear chamber was separated by a blue-blue curtain, through which two figures could be faintly seen sitting opposite each other, and outside the curtain were eight maple chairs on the left and right, and four old men who had nothing to do sat in the middle of the curtain. This is none other than a few old men who followed Xia Xun and Mo Xian all the way from Yueyang to Shoushan to poke out a monstrous leak, and then came to Kyoto in a circle.

"Yo, the horns..."

"Ahem, I see that your two cultivations are not long, and your ability to cause trouble is a thousand miles a day, ahem, admire and admire. ”

"It's amazing my brother, cut Wei Yan, hey, the king of the Vietnam War. ”

"What is Wei Yan, I think they can even kill saints. ”

“......”

Xia Xun and Mo Xian came to the ear room, and as soon as they entered, sarcastic ridicule followed. Xia Xun smiled awkwardly, knowing the temperament of these old men, so it was difficult to explain more, and Mo Xian bowed down and bowed down to make a junior salute within the curtain.

"Junior, Xia Xun, a disciple of the Jianggu Xia clan, has seen the True Martial Saint Ancestor. ”

"Yueyang Seven Stars-Mo Xian, I have seen the True Martial Saint Ancestor. ”

After making a big salute, Xia Xunfang bowed to the sides and the inside of the room: "I've seen five old-timers." ”

The big and small gifts are all done, and the sound echoes half and is depressed, and there is no sound here. The people inside the blue curtain didn't speak for some reason, and the four old men outside stopped making fun of each other, and all looked at the two people in the hall quietly. So much so that Mo Xian and Xia Xun felt a little strange, but because of the identity of the juniors, it was not good for them to ask again if the elders did not speak.

The smoke is faint, and the incense is faint.

Quiet as the autumn breeze, it is sweetgum rather than sandalwood.

Taking advantage of the silence without words, Xia Xun looked around a little. The four old men sat stunned, and the figures behind the curtain made tea and drank lightly, as if they intended to leave the two people in the hall aside. And the clean layout here did not attract too much attention from Xia Xun, but a shadow behind the curtain aroused his curiosity. The shadow looked like a chest, placed at the innermost point of the room, about seven feet long and four feet high, proportions like a coffin he had ever seen. Because it is obscured by a curtain, it is not clear to see. It's just that how could a coffin be placed here? Thinking of this, Xia Xun couldn't help but shake his head and veto his ridiculous idea. After looking at it for a long time, Xia Xun's gaze fell back to the figure behind the curtain. Although it doesn't look real, there seems to be a trace of inexplicable ups and downs in his thoughts. It felt like this shadow had imprinted something in his heart. Some are familiar, some are sad, and there is even a trace of sadness that wants to cry silently, which is very strange.

"Wow..."

After about a quarter and a half, one of the figures behind the curtain picked up the kettle and slowly poured the tea.

"Let's go. ”

"Uh..."

The voice is a little old, but it is as soft as flowing water and quite magnetic. But when he said this, he left people speechless.

Xia Xun and Mo Xian climbed all the way to the top of the mountain, and after being hung for a long time, they asked someone to leave, what is the reason? Mo Xian asked Xia Xun in a blink of an eye, but Xia Xun actually didn't understand the situation. It's just that people are elders, and this is someone else's territory, and you have no choice but to let people want you to leave.

Xia Xun shook his head helplessly, and then clasped his fists and bowed into the curtain: "Disturbing the Holy Ancestor Qing Xiu, the junior is deeply ashamed, so he will retire." ”

After that, Xia Xun bowed slightly and retreated all the way back, and only then did he straighten his waist and lead Mo Xian to leave slowly...

The faint white smoke, mixed with the faint fragrance of maple, wafted out from the corners of the curtain, and the bronze finch was bright and extinguished with wisps of light and shadow.

After the soft sound of the door closing in the front hall, the figure behind the curtain picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

"See?"

"No one can see the sky. ”

"You can't either?"

"No, you can't. ”

"Don't you think it's like that?"

"It's not like it. ”

The dialogue behind the curtain is slow and profound, full of mystery. Those who don't know why will naturally be confused, and those who know the reason will have to think carefully and carefully.

The old woman's voice asked again behind the curtain, "Why do you say that?"

The teacup was gently placed on the coffee table, and the soft voice rose: "Seek to follow Xia Yin for seven points, look like a Fengxian eighty, hold a divine sword, and the city is deep." Therefore everyone is like but no one is like, who do you say he is like?"

"So, you're trying to stay out of it. ”

"It has to be. ”

The voice is soft and resolute, and there is no concession.

The old woman picked up the teacup and drank it carefully, as if she had something on her mind: "Do you know that if one of the two of them dies, I will take your Zhenwu Mountain as their funeral?"

“......”

The words are ruthless, cold, and very murderous.

The arrogance of the old woman's tone is that she doesn't take the saint of dialogue in her eyes at all!

It's just that such arrogant words have not lifted any different colors of the four old men outside the curtain, and it seems that they have long been accustomed to it. And the woman sitting opposite her did not have a trace of abnormality, it seemed that the sentence that the old woman said was indeed a real truth, without any water. And it's not like the first time.

The blurred face was faintly filled with a sinister smile: "I know, and you almost did the same back then." The speaker paused, and then continued, "But do you know that I can turn you into a dead man right now?"

"Threaten me? haha..."

The old woman suddenly laughed loudly: "You actually threaten me? Haha, what is the joy of life, what is the sorrow of death? I am a person who has died in the path of death, and I have survived so far but the grace of heaven, so why not die? Besides, if I die, I can also bring you, the True Martial Mountain, down to the Yellow Spring, what is the pity?"

"Oh?"

The blurred face froze when he heard the words, and after thinking for a while, he seemed to think of something, and his voice became colder: "Where are your array eyes?"

The old woman smiled with contempt: "Since I dare to sit in front of you, how can I bring the array of eyes?"

"If you don't have an eye in your hand, how can you destroy my foundation?"

"It's just a mountain to burn, why do you need to have an eye in hand?"

The old woman paused, and then added: "What's more, I'm not the only one in the world who can open the Pure Yang Burning Silence Array. ”

"Feng Shui. ”

The faint two words, immediately at the end of the old woman's words, were faintly spit out from the feminine red lips: "Feng Shui has come to Kyoto, right?"

"Look you're not stupid. The old woman said sarcastically.

"It was Xia Yin who asked you to come to me. The sage reflected.

"Huh. The old woman smiled silently.

"Where is she now?"

"You don't need to know. ”

“......”