(PS: Today's third shift, July plus the seventh shift!!! continue to ask for a monthly pass, the young man in the back and I are on the bar, !! ask for help!!)

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The East City of Chang'an City.

Compared with the busy Suzaku Street, it is naturally more depressed. But compared to the fairs in those states and counties, it is not much worse. And on the inside of it, there is a nondescript inn.

The business of the inn is very cold, and the façade is very simple, or it can be said to be rough. I just found some carpenters who were not nervous and made a crooked signboard, with the word "good luck" on it.

That's the name of the inn.

There are many such inns in Chang'an, and most of them receive caravans or darts that pass through Chang'an. They don't have much money to stay in expensive restaurants, so they choose to spend the night in relatively cheap places like this Fortune Inn.

A few days ago, this inn welcomed four guests with a difference.

The reason why they are different is because they are said to be merchants, but they are empty-handed and do not carry the slightest merchandise. They say they're a dart team, but they don't see their dart carts.

And the strangest thing is that since these four people lived here, they have never seen them go out, and even the meals are ordered to be delivered to them on time every day.

The innkeeper, of course, was a little strange about this.

But in the winter, the inn's business was not very good, and as long as the guests gave money, he didn't care who they were or what they were doing here.

At this moment, the four of them were sitting in a room in the inn, arguing over something.

"Senior brother, do you really want to die without saving you?" a man with snow-white hair but a very young face stood up and asked loudly to the man with two guns on his back and a grim face across from him.

"Why, you want to save him?" asked the man with the twin guns looking up at him, taking a sip from the teacup on the table, and his voice echoed coldly.

"Of course I want to! He is our teacher and nephew, everyone is out of the same family, who will you save if you don't save him?" the white-headed man replied as a matter of course. "It is rumored on the street that the Holy Emperor and Sima Xu agreed on a three-day period, and if there is no evidence to prove that he did not collude with demons after three days, he will be taken away. A few days ago, he slaughtered hundreds of students from other academies in Tianlan Courtyard, and even killed Yin Shanyun, Ma Anyan, and Zhang Ziwu together. These handles fell into the hands of Sima Xu's old fox, and they would definitely not make the master and nephew happy. ”

"That's his business, what does it have to do with you and me?" the man remained unmoved.

"Senior brother!" the white-headed man was about to say something in his heart, but a woman sitting on the side suddenly spoke up.

"Senior brother, the Ten Directions and the Nine Tribulations are all on him, no matter what, these two treasures of the inheritance of Tianlan Academy cannot fall into the hands of others, so"

"Huh?" The man with the twin guns frowned, and turned to look at the woman, as if wondering why she would say such a thing.

On the other side, a figure wrapped in a red robe who couldn't see his face clearly also said at this moment: "I know that Senior Brother wants to find out the heir of Uncle Tianji, but we have no clue about this matter. And Su Changan is a disciple of the same vein no matter what, and listening to Senior Brother Yu's affairs has nothing to do with him. We can't just look at the shaking veins and cut off the incense under your noses and me. In this way, a hundred years later, what kind of face should you and I have to go to that sea of stars and face the masters?"

It could be seen that the words of the man in red carried extremely heavy weight, and the man with the two guns on his back also fell into a deep groan, and it was not until after a few breaths that he looked up at everyone on the field. said: "Okay, tomorrow we will meet together for a while! I want to see what this Great Wei Prime Minister is capable of!"

Before I knew it, it was late at night.

Tomorrow is the deadline for the three-day covenant between the Holy Emperor and Sima Xu.

Although Long Xiangjun's side had already made arrangements, Mu Guiyun had not returned for a long time.

Su Changan didn't know if he was in any trouble, so he delayed the time. But now he has no choice but to wait.

Xiahou Shuyu finally returned to live in Tianlan Courtyard, and Su Changan could see that Xiahou Shuyu was very disappointed that he had rejected the Holy Emperor's proposal. But even so, she still lived back, because she also knew that Su Chang'an would face an unprecedented difficulty tomorrow.

She wasn't necessarily able to help, but she wanted to face it with him.

This made Su Changan feel guilty and moved, he wanted to say something more to her, but was stopped by her.

"If you want to promise me something, first you have to live, because the promises of the dead mean nothing. ”

"If you want to say you're sorry, then you have to live first, because I don't accept an apology from a dead man. ”

"Anyway, no matter what, please get through tomorrow first. And then tell me your answer, whatever it is, I think I can take it. ”

Thinking of Xiahou Shuyu's words to himself with a smile on his face, Su Changan inexplicably felt more and more annoyed, he scratched his head, lowered his head and took the old yellowed book in his hand and read it very seriously, and when he was sure that he had completely memorized the content above, the spirit in his hand flashed, and the ancient book that made countless people rush to it instantly turned into ashes in his hand.

The book he had found in the library of the Tenran Temple, and it contained a record of the method of opening the Heavenly Dao Pavilion.

In the letter that Yu Heng left to him before his death, it was mentioned that the Heavenly Dao Pavilion and the Ten Directions and the Nine Tribulations on his back were the inheritance treasures of the Tianlan Academy, and they must not fall into the hands of villains, especially the Heavenly Dao Pavilion.

And to open the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, he needed the two divine weapons in his hand as keys, and at the same time, he also needed to use some extremely special steps. And that's what the book says.

After tomorrow, life and death are unpredictable, so Su Changan thought about it, so he found the only ancient book that recorded this matter, and remembered it by heart on the eve of the war. And then it was destroyed. In this way, even if he unfortunately dies in the hands of Sima Xu tomorrow, Sima Xu still can't get the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, so it can be more or less regarded as completing some of the instructions of his uncle and ancestor.

Su Changan thought so, and his heart was inexplicably much more relaxed.

After doing this, his heart suddenly moved again, and his figure flashed and came to the martial arts platform of Tianlan Academy. Su Changan searched for a while on the pitted platform, and finally found a well-preserved stone platform in Shanghai. Then his eyebrows sank, and he sat cross-legged on it like an old monk.

A spiritual pressure swung around his body, and then seven spoon-shaped stars suddenly appeared behind him.

This is his realm - Tianlan!

Tomorrow will surely be a fierce battle.

Since it is destined to be more auspicious and less auspicious, seize all the available time and cultivate for a while.

It doesn't necessarily change anything, though.

But every time he is stronger, he may be able to hold on a little more tomorrow, and maybe he can cut off the head of one more of Sima Xu's lackeys.

In this way, when he dies and sees his master or uncle, he will not feel disgraced.

He thought so.

But I suddenly realized. Mo Tingyu and Yuheng are both in the distant sea of stars, but he can't go to that sea of stars.

He couldn't help but have some regrets in his heart at this moment.