When these Huanghuang honor guards entered Tianhai City, a young man dressed in Taoist clothes suddenly rushed out on the side of the road, blocked the road on the street, pointed the long sword in his hand at the carriage, and shouted: "The demon of the Sword Sect, killing innocents, disobeying the way of heaven, dare to have the face to come to the territory of my posterior construction?"

Just before the disciple finished speaking, the general of the Tiefutu who was in charge of the guard had already rode out of the battle, pointed the iron spear in his hand, lifted the reins, and began to charge slowly.

The horse's hooves trampled on the bluestone paved ground, making a crisp sound, the iron horse was getting faster and faster, it was really like thunder, this Daomen disciple was not a martial arts master who dared to punch resolutely even if the sky was above, he didn't dare to resist head-on, and he was embarrassed to dodge with a donkey rolling posture at the last moment.

The iron cavalry commander who was a pure martial artist stopped his horse, pointed the iron spear in his hand at this Taoist disciple, and shouted solemnly: "The national lord wishes, your guests are coming, no one is allowed to obstruct and collide, and violators will be severely punished!"

As soon as these words came out, several Daomen disciples who were still about to move immediately didn't dare to say anything more, so they could only pull up their companions and withdraw from the crowd of onlookers.

They originally thought that this was Tianhai City, and at the feet of the Later Sect Master, even this prestigious Sword Sect Sect Master would not dare to act too presumptuously, so they wanted to take this opportunity to give this complacent Sword Sect Sect Master a little unhappy, but they thought that it was the Later Sect Master who spoke personally, so they naturally did not dare to make another mistake.

From beginning to end, the carriage, which was heavily guarded by iron horses, was indifferent to this, and did not move at all.

In the carriage, Yan Ruyu, who was sitting in the carriage, opened a gap in the curtains and glanced at the situation outside.

Then she closed the curtain again and looked back at the golden cicada, which was still asleep.

At this time, there were only the two of them in the carriage, and there was no Sword Sect Sect Master who was one of the three saints of the Heavenly Machine List, nor Song Qingying who was accompanying him.

Before entering the city, Xu Beiyou and Song Qingying left the guard of honor, and under the guidance of Song Qingying, they came to Tianhai City and went straight to the palace in the middle of the city.

During the period, there was occasionally a team of guards in the palace of the Tiefu Tu riding horses, compared to the iron cavalry on the battlefield, these as the personal guard of Wanyan Beiyue Tiefutu, the helmet is decorated with pheasant feathers, wearing embroidered gold da, waist wearing a long knife to chop horses, more majestic and mighty.

The closer they got to Wanyan Beiyue's palace, the more numerous and solemn the Tiefutu heavy cavalry in charge of the guards became, but Song Qingying personally led the way, no one dared to block the road, and no one even dared to ask more, and soon came to the Chongning Palace where Wanyan Beiyue was.

The Chongning Palace is still arranged as before, with huge columns, square copper furnaces, three-legged tripods, and purple and cyan smoke rising to fill the entire interior.

The top position, or the red sandalwood chair that belongs to Wanyan Beiyue, but today there is an exception, in the west position of the bottom of this red sandalwood chair, a red sandalwood chair with the same style has been temporarily added, and the two red sandalwood chairs are not superior, only the host and guest.

This treatment, compared to the scene when Fu Zhongtian came to see Yan Beiyue, can be described as a heaven and an underground.

Song Qingying stretched out her hand to invite, "Sect Master Xu, please take a seat." ”

Xu Beiyou was not polite, he sat straight on the red sandalwood chair at the bottom position, leaning back against the back of the chair, and placing his hands on the armrests, not restrained or frivolous.

Song Qingying slowly spoke: "The lord of the country is in retreat, and I would like to ask Sect Master Xu to wait a little bit." ”

"It's okay, it's up to the host. Xu Beiyou's gaze turned to the middle hall written by Wanyan Beiyue.

Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders.

Song Qingying also looked at it and asked softly, "Sect Master Xu also likes to read the three thousand words of Dao Ancestor?"

Xu Beiyou retracted his gaze and said: "As a descendant of the Taoist Ancestor, Xu is naturally familiar with the three thousand words of the Taoist Ancestor, and he does not dare to say that he reciting it backwards, and there is still no obstacle in reciting it." ”

Song Qingying said with a smile: "Actually, whether it is the Dao Sect, the Sword Sect, plus one of our Xuanjiao, we can all be regarded as the heirs of the Dao ancestor, to make an inappropriate analogy, we are a big family, originally a family with the same root and the same origin, but their respective ancestors are angry, after the death of the old ancestor, they will separate their families, some people scatter their family wealth, some people set up another door, and some people inherit the belongings left by the ancestors, but no matter how they divide the family, the old ancestor is still the old ancestor, does Sect Master Xu think so?"

Xu Beiyou nodded, "I think so." ”

Song Qingying continued: "In today's world, the battle of the sword path, or the fact that Sect Master Xu came to see the sect leader today, is actually the infighting of the disciples of the Dao Ancestor. ”

Xu Beiyou asked, "Why did Mr. Song tell me this?"

Song Qingying said calmly: "The woe to Xiao Wall is just a feeling." ”

Xu Beiyou's heart moved slightly, "But the people of the Dao Sect have seen the Lord of Wanyan one step ahead of Xu?"

Song Qingying didn't speak, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Some words, you don't have to say them too thoroughly, you can hear the sound outside the strings, that is, talent, if you can't hear the words, then you can't complain about others.

Xu Beiyou's face was slightly heavy, "Thank you Mr. Song for your words." ”

These words of Song Qingying seem to be a little out of bounds, they are talking about the disciples and descendants of the ancestors, but in fact, they are talking about the subtle relationship between the Daomen, the Sword Sect, and the Xuanjiao, as well as the respective situations of the three families and the current situation in the world.

More words, Song Qingying didn't continue, and it would be redundant to say more. As for how Xu Beiyou will do it next, that is his business.

Song Qingying stopped at the point and stopped talking, Xu Beiyou also closed his eyes and began to close his eyes to recuperate.

Xu Beiyou sits on the west side, facing the east, and in this direction there is a long corridor connecting the main hall, which is covered with draperies, and at the end of it is a retreat room, where Wanyan Beiyue retreats.

If you walk into the house, the first glance you can see the altar of the main wall enshrined in the tablet of the Daozu, under the tablet of the Daozu is a yin and yang platform paved with a black futon cushion, under the platform is a lichen, the lichen is picturesque, in which the sky is dark, the clouds cover the fog, the thunder and lightning are clear, there is a faint figure passing through it, but take a closer look, this dark scene is in the palm of a "person", the description is the extraterritorial demon.

The Taoist ancestor is above, the heavenly demons are below, and the people are in the middle, this is the foundation of the teachings of Xuanjiao.

At this time, there was only one person in the retreat, although it was a retreat place, but after all, it was not built in the dark underground, there were windows all around, and the windows were opened at this time, and the cold wind outside carried a few snowflakes and floated in. Wanyan Beiyue, who was sitting on the platform of the fine house, slowly opened her eyes, reached out and caught a snowflake with her index finger, and the snowflake fell but did not melt.

The old man stared at this snowflake, and gently exhaled a breath of white gas, which was as straight as a sword, unshakable, like a white dragon, falling on this snowflake, instantly turning this snowflake into clear ice crystals.

With a flick of his fingers, the old man shattered the ice crystals directly, scattering bits and pieces of debris on the lichen in front of him.

The old man looked up and saw three short horizontal lines.

A horizontal line is one line, and three lines are dry.

These detritus are actually the hexagrams that just happened to piece together a dry position.