Yangzhou was called Guangling and Jiangdu in ancient times, under the jurisdiction of six counties and one government, the place of governance is in the ancient city of Yangzhou, different from Luodu, has gone through three wars, 60 years ago there were Hu people into the city, the massacre for many days, so that every household has ten rooms and nine empty, the liver and brain are smeared on the ground, the crying sound is full of wilderness, the filth is compelling, and the smell is fishy. After the recovery of this dynasty, decades of cultivation and rest, coinciding with the beauty of the heavens, until now it is the wind and rain are smooth, the sea is clear and the river is Yan, and gradually regain its vitality, and there is a prosperous scene born; the traffic is busy, bustling, Su Yang is good at weaving, it is a rare person with coarse clothes and rotten cloth on the old street, but there are many refugees and beggars from Jiaxing, Hebei, and Shaanxi in recent days, and the government and large households have set up a lot of porridge sheds outside the city wall, and the soldiers of the government also dispose of coarse grain and tea at the city gate for their use......

However, these are worldly trivial things, and have nothing to do with the sword immortals, and the three rays of light fell on the wall, turning into Zhou Gan, Song Dazhu, and Xiao Liu, and the three of them traveled all night, traveled hundreds of miles, and finally came here.

"I'm afraid that the third child and many colleagues will have to return after a while, but it is my turn to be on duty, which is really unlucky!" Song Dazhu sighed.

"Senior Brother Song, this is the letter that Senior Brother asked me to hand over to you. Zhou Qian made a move into the gourd, and the green light flashed, so he dropped a letter, handed it to Song Dazhu, opened it and looked at it for a long time without saying a word.

"Second Senior Brother, what is the matter? It has something to do with Senior Brother and me?" Zhou Qian asked.

"Boss, be cautious, I still need to tell you more about this matter, didn't I say it before I came, why don't you say more. Song Dazhu said casually. Seeing Zhou Qian looking at him suspiciously, he explained: "There is indeed something related to Uncle Winemaker, which is to go to his friend to get a treasure, in order to break the powerful formation of the Intermediate Demon Sect." You will go with me, and we will talk about the details on the way. ”

Zhou Qian understood a little after hearing this, presumably the reason why he didn't say it was because of Xiao Liu's presence, after all, he was a person from a different faction, and the second senior brother seemed to be rough, but in fact he was rough and fine.

Zhou Qian and the others followed him to a large courtyard near the east gate of Yangzhou City, and Song Dazhu said: "This is the mansion left by the descendants of Uncle Zhao Gongming of Lianshan Sect in the mortal world, and he lives with us temporarily. ”

"What's the matter, senior brother, is there anyone else on this trip?"

"What's more, Emei sent Situ Ming, Yu Jianzi, and Chu Bofu, three outstanding figures, even Uncle Zhao of the Mountain Sect and his two disciples Dongyun and Bai Li also came here, Qin Baitong, the elder of Tianmen, the old man of Jinsha, Zhao Tianshi of Longhu Maoshan, my Uncle Tian Wen of Qingcheng, and me and Senior Brother He Qin. ”

Zhou Qian gasped, it's really a big battle, needless to say, the four uncles are all masters of the Yuanshen, the three of the Emei faction have the reputation of 'Little Seven Sons', all of them are famous, their Taoism is profound, and with the power of the Pure Yang Sword, they even killed many old demons who have survived a catastrophe in the Demon Gate, they are really strong, what is the purpose of this trip?!

"Senior brother, have you ever heard of the Demon Gate?"

"I've never heard of it. ”

Song Dazhu explained: " For example, today, the Demon Gate is divided into five ways, the Western Demon Sect is the weakest, one of the reasons is that many old monsters and monsters in its sect have apostasy and set up their own portals, this evil ghost gate is by the betrayal of the Western Sect of the three old monsters dove-faced old demons, empty ancestors, the Heavenly Wolf Divine Monarch and a non-sect old demon and ghost Taoist self-reliant hill, there is no distinction between good and evil, few evil deeds, but if there is an ancient immortal cave or Tianfu treasure is born, they will work together to snatch it, several times, but also fall a lot of benefits, plus there are no disciples, come and go freely, the decent several times of encirclement and suppression have come to nothing, this time the four doors together, is to annihilate it in one fell swoop！”

I see, Zhou Qian finally understood, no wonder the senior brother didn't talk to anyone, it was really a confidential matter! While the two were talking, an old servant came over tremblingly and said respectfully: "Immortal Song, you are back, the feast has been prepared, how many of you want to enjoy it now?"

"Haha, Lao Song, I've been in the house for seventy or eighty years, and I rarely go down the mountain, and I've been in the world for the past two years, it's really a feast, and I don't chew it for a few days, and I'm really not used to it. ”

The three of them are cultivators, and the mortal meat will be refined by the rolling vitality as soon as it enters the abdomen, but it is really for the sake of the tongue, after a full meal, the two brothers chatted for half a night, and then stopped, and in the next day or two, Zhou Qiangu was meditating in the courtyard to refine the qi, slowly refining the residual medicinal power that was originally accumulated in the corners of the body, and taking the opportunity to polish the Taiqing immortal qi to make it more sweet and pure.

After about seven or eight days, Fang went out of the door, and saw that Xiao Liu's room was closed, and the gray air was filled, knowing that he was swallowing the Heavenly Demon Corpse Fire Pill, so he didn't want to disturb, and asked the servants in the courtyard, and told him that Song Shenxian said that there was something wrong, and let his family wait here, and he didn't say anything for a while.

Yangzhou is where the helmsman of the beggar gang is, Brother Tiger must be here, he has not seen him for several years, and he misses it very much, so he wants to go out to meet him. When I came to the street, I looked at the stalls and shops on both sides, the inn and the winery, and soon my eyes lit up, and I saw a very ordinary three stones three feet outside the mouth of a small alley, put down the stones above, and quietly walked in; the beggar gang is the first big gang in martial arts, and the helm is extremely hidden and safe, Wang Hu, as the leader of the young gang, handed over the method of contact to Zhou Gan; sure enough, before the tea was done, a bearer walked in, Zhou Qian put the stone into the right burden, and the left side was cocked, and a thing fell, and the bearer seemed to be unconscious and walked in, and soon disappeared, picked up the thing, it was a wooden block, and his hand was tight, and he suddenly turned into debris and floated down, and there was a note in it, written with the three words of Water Moon Pavilion.

This small pavilion is one of the famous scenic spots in Yangzhou, the night is very much, the height goes down, you can see the jade color into the water, rippling in the blue wave pool, Zhou Qian rushed to the top floor of the pavilion again, looked left and right, suddenly saw a 'Tu' word engraved on the desktop in front of the window, walked forward and sat down, called a pot of tea, drank by himself, about half an hour, an old beggar swaggered in, sat opposite it, scratched lice and picked his feet, and said loudly: "I have covered this realm, you hurry up and get out!"

"Where should Zhou go?" Zhou Qian said without moving.

"The farther away the better, preferably the Qingliang Temple in the north of the city!"

Regardless of the surprised eyes of the people present, Zhou Qian got up and left, in the north direction, these strange people are all the people arranged by the beggars, they don't know each other, some of them are not even people in the rivers and lakes, but they are hired to do some strange things here, unless they are really insiders, otherwise even if they hear the news, they can't figure it out, it is said that when Tu Yong Shibo was the king of Lingnan, he used this set of methods to transmit news between the marches, and it seems to be quite effective.

I went to four or five places, there were private houses, high pavilions, ponds, and even broke into the government once, and met seven or eight people, nuns, big men, beggars, prostitutes, all kinds of people, and the last sentence I gave was, under the thin West Lake, at the willow tree.

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