Time flies.

Some things have changed, some things have not.

The black carriage swayed and drove Ye Bai away.

Ye Bai's three years here have arrived.

Ye Nanaka watched the carriage slowly disappear into his field of vision, and he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart, but he didn't know where this melancholy came from.

Everyone has their own mission.

Ye Qixiang wanted to leave with the car, it seemed that the whole soul had left, the sky became gloomy, Ye Qixiang actually stood here unconsciously for a day, the time of the day passed, Ye Qixiang wiped her fingers, and some places on her fingers became delicate.

It's like a little girl's finger.

Ya Nanaka smiled.

Turn around and go back.

Maybe she would have missed something, but she believed that there was nothing wrong with what he insisted on.

Sometimes people always give up something.

Ye Nanaka chose this piece of Black Castle and gave up what she was looking forward to.

Ye Bai chose this domain.

Abandoned his mission.

...

The gathering of immortals will be in Xianyang, Qin State.

That's the biggest thing in the last few years.

All the monks waited for such an opportunity, and it also attracted countless monks to flock to this ancient city for thousands of years.

The city is mottled with traces of knives and guns.

There is a sense of historical vicissitudes.

A monk dressed in black came from the gate, looked at the silly city, where it stood, and let the sun shine down obliquely.

A shadow was reflected.

The shadow is extremely small.

The guard at the door shouted, and it was only then that the black-clothed monk woke up.

The monk strolled in.

The guards still wanted to shout a word.

Beneath this scorching sun.

When the monk passed by, it became extremely cold, cold to the bone, and the guard lowered his head slightly, and let the monk walk over, not daring to speak for a long time.

He seemed to understand a little bit of what bloody and murderous mean.

........

The black-clad monk walked over to a teahouse with only one floor, but the monk walked up the staircase that looked like a decoration and disappeared.

The second floor is the floor that only monks can go up to.

Above the cocoon.

The blackfriar quietly asked for a bowl of tea.

The voice was cold.

There seemed to be an eternal ice in it, and he drank it one by one, but the noise was constantly transmitted in his ears.

Among this monk, there are also storytellers.

It's like in the rivers and lakes.

An old man with a cigarette pouch knocked on the cigarette pouch at this moment, then coughed and said, "Do you want to know about the opportunity of this immortal gathering? ”

"Girl. ”

A little girl with a ponytail nodded obediently, and with a movement of her fingers, a white flame appeared, and the cigarette pouch was lit.

Smoke rises slowly.

The old man spat out a smoke ring.

Slightly yellowed face.

Revealing a strange color, he said: "The Gathering Immortals will be imminent, and listen to me slowly talk about some people who can be recorded on the Gathering Immortals list." ”

"Three fairies. ”

"The Fourth Son. ”

You all know that.

But the old decay is to analyze it again and tell you what you don't know later.

Taishang forgot to say one.

Named Ye Xuan'er, the ice fairy.

The man in black, who had not moved, moved his fingers slightly at this moment, drank the tea, and then sat a little towards the side, no longer so indifferent to anything.

The second book fairy, a female disciple of Confucianism.

The third is a female monk of the Wei State Lingtian Miaodao, a fire fairy.

The cultivation of the three fairies is said to be the highest in the fire fairy, but the old man is the Lethe Eye who has been practicing for three hundred years, and he was fortunate enough to look at a few fairies from afar, thinking that it should be the highest cultivation of this ice fairy Ye Xuan.

Below the rest are the fire fairy and the book fairy.

As for the "Four Sons"

Lei Gongzi is also too forgetful, and behind him stands the head of Taishang Forgetful Dao.

The background is the deepest.

Confucian son, Confucian disciple, Wu Zibo, is said to have received the legendary sage inheritance and has profound strength.

Confucianism has been gaining momentum in recent years.

And with the power to enter Zhongzhou, it is the time when the momentum is at its peak.

Miao Gongzi.

has always relied on extreme light skills to kill people, and no one has ever seen him do it.

As for the fourth son.

There was a monk listening to the storyteller in the audience, and at this moment he said: "Fourth son, I don't know, you storyteller won't come to me to add some fun, just talk to me." The monk drank the tea, and was very disdainful.

One eye is blindfolded, the other is open,

On a slightly yellowish face, such a decoration looks very fierce.

The old man coughed, shook his cigarette gun, and the spark turned into a beautiful arc and fell to the ground.

The black-clad monk sat on the very side.

At this moment, looking at the arc, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the eyes under the black shadow looked down at the old man, and there was some interest in his eyes.

Don't rush.

If the old man talks about things, if there is no difference between the things said by those people in the market, then the old man's words are too boring, and he is not exactly the same as a person like you.

"Old bastard. ”

"Can't find death?"

The one-eyed man wanted to draw his knife at this moment, but the old man slowly knocked the smoking gun to the ground, and the one-eyed man suddenly turned pale, and he didn't dare to say anything, but his eyes were very surprised.

"Blood Child. ”

The fourth should be the Blood Prince, and he is at least much stronger than the Spiritual Heavenly Wonder Dao Wonderful Son.

The old man said, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the blackfriar's side, and seemed to be very curious about the people over there.

Another monk asked in a low voice, "Blood Boy, have you never heard of it?"

That's why there is an opportunity for the old man to say, the old man continued.

Remember.

There are dozens of monks in the Su family, but you can remember the youngest monk on the list.

One thing alone is enough to be much stronger than those monks.

The current rookies are just guys who haven't seen blood.

That's why I call this person a blood son, not so much that this blood son can't compare with these three sons, but that the three sons can't be compared with this person.

"The matter of the Su family?"

"Why don't you say it, old man?"

The old man lowered his voice and whispered, "That was five years ago. ”

The ears under the black shadow in black moved slightly, and his eyes looked over there, looking very curious.

I was very curious about this old man.

It's a long story....

"Three pieces. ”

"Ten pieces. ”

The story is over.

The well-behaved little girl took a plate and went low to the spirit stone.

There are a lot of guests here, all of them are idle and bored, or some unknown monks come here and want to listen to some stories, and when they meet in the future, they can be a little more careful.

It's time for the Blackfriars.

The old man's eyes looked over.

Blackfriar.

Ten spirit stones were thrown.

...

When the blackfriar had finished, he turned and went out.

The old man smiled lowly at the corners of his mouth.

He knocked the cigarette gun for a moment, and then said goodbye, and left with the little girl in his arms.

The tea drinkers around also dispersed.

The Gathering Immortals Association is about to start, and when they listen to some things, they don't want to lose some cultivation time for no reason, every monk can become a monk, in addition to chance, they have some of their own efforts.

...

When the blackfriar walked into the shadows.

Suddenly turn back.

"Three, two, . ”

Before the words fell, the old man appeared beside Ye Bai, his eyes looked at Ye Bai, with a little curiosity, and there seemed to be some temptation in it.

The blackfriar looked back suddenly.

A cold light followed.

The old man turned into a puff of smoke.

But even so.

The old man's gray robe was still separated by a long opening, the old man's face was pale, he lowered his head, did not dare to look at Ye Bai, and whispered: "Confucian disciple, Mo Yu, meet Senior Brother Ye." ”

Of course, this black-clothed monk is Ye Bai.

Ye Bai's eyes moved at this moment, looking at the little girl beside her, the little girl's eyes looked at Ye Bai curiously at the moment, and it seemed that she had no reaction at all to the murderous aura on Ye Bai's body that was thick to the limit.

Ye Bai said: "Something?"

The black-clothed monk handed over a cyan jade pendant with the words written on it.

A faint ancient style of music, the word is very small, but it has a light and agile taste, and it looks like a woman's handwriting.

Ye Bai looked at it and said: "It seems that Confucianism and Taoism are developing rapidly, not only in the territory of Lu State, but also in this Qin State, they all have their own eyeliner." ”

The old man smiled vaguely.

Then he whispered, "The old man is here to pick you up personally." ”

Ye Bai nodded, three years ago, he entered the Dao Shou Domain to repay the favor of the Confucian Sect, and now that the favor is over, they want to use themselves again, but they need a new favor from you.

Although Ye Bai has been outside the territory for three years.

But it seems that thirty years have passed, and this fact has become more transparent.

The old man tugged at the little girl's hand.

Got into a black carriage that had been waiting there early in the morning.

The old man gestured to Ye Bai, looking very respectful.

Ye Bai nodded and went up, the old man sat in front of him, set up the carriage, and Ye Bai lifted the curtain, looking at the monks who were hurrying around, his eyes were sad and joyless.

His fingers slowly slapped the sword.

A sword.

Two swords.

Three swords.

He muttered, these monks are too fragile, they will hardly be killed by Ye Bai without three swords, it's not that Ye Bai is too strong, his cultivation is still building a foundation in half a step, and he is one step away from building a foundation.

But his fighting ability is still too strong.

It's just a dog that lives outside, just like a dog that lives at home.

They are all dogs, but they are all different.

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