After a few days of fighting, the weather in Qingzhou changed from rainy to torrential rain.

The rain curtain was continuous, strung into beads, washing away the blood, impetuousness, and restlessness. Bringing an unprecedented fresh air to the major cities, the surviving mortals are in a particularly happy mood.

When the fighting was temporarily over, the mortals could not bear the suffocation, and they went out for a stroll, and the monks stationed there did not pay any attention to it, but told them to take refuge in the event of an enemy attack.

The advent of the rainstorm pear flower needle has also brought a series of chain reactions to the Northland Alliance.

First of all, the protests of the gate valves were very high, because of the heavy casualties, they asked the Eastern Capital to revise the covenant, and they strongly demanded to be able to act independently, but they were all rejected by the Eastern Capital one by one, and there was no room for negotiation in this matter.

The second is that the momentum has plummeted, and that mysterious little thing has become a shadow in the hearts of many people, spread by those monks who escaped alive, and publicized that thing is even more terrifying than sword cultivation.

There was even a small number of men who fled north, and this was the scene of demoralization. These people were all executed and killed, and Dongdu did not make any response except for issuing a declaration of the death of the fugitive, and even Dongdu's own disciples began to waver, and even questioned why those great monks did not take action.

But no one came out to explain to them, so the resentment became stronger and stronger, and the Northland Alliance, a loose temporary alliance, began to have resentment, laying the foundation for the split.

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The torrential rain continued for several days, and the southern part of the Li River was already a rain-prone area, perhaps because the war between the two states provoked the wrath of the heavens, and the torrential rain that did not stop caused a large flood and flooded many cities.

The refugees who were affected by the disaster ran with the waves, hoping that the imperial court would be able to settle them, but Dalu did not move, on the grounds that it could not prevent the two holy places from resisting the enemy, which made many victims begin to resent the two holy places, and made Qingzhou gradually set off a wave of anti-war.

The victims died a lot, and it also aroused the thoughts of the people in other parts of Qingzhou who shared the same hatred and hatred, and with the sad mourning of the dead rabbit and fox, they began to pray to the only Xuanmen who could save the suffering.

With a wave of his hand, Su Fu ordered the Xuanmen sects in various places to begin to allocate food, clothing, and manpower to the disaster area, and the truce lasted for three days, and countless people were rescued, and these people became the most loyal believers in the Xuanmen.

The number of believers in Emperor Xuan suddenly multiplied several times, and Xuanmen gradually became the climate in Qingzhou.

Before the meeting of the Northland Alliance, there was a secret order to dig out the root of the Xuanmen, and the gates were in a hurry, only to find that the Xuanmen was everywhere, unless the occupied city could be slaughtered, it was impossible to uproot it, and the matter could only be closed in the end.

After this incident, Xuanmen earned a great reputation and began to radiate to the rest of the states, opening up a good situation for the spread of Xuandao in the future.

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Jingzhou County, Yueyang City.

The city is only one city away from Anxi County, where Luo Mingji is stationed.

On this day, after the rain, the first day is clear, the sky is obliquely hung with a half-round rainbow, and the breeze is slightly sent, which is the time when the dryness is very weak.

The people in the city went out in twos and threes, and after seeing that no one was controlled, they were in a cheerful mood, and the major liquor shops began to open, and the brothels and restaurants were also wide open, and there were storytellers in these two places, talking about some celebrity deeds.

There are monks from both states, and they are all more objective, and they do not take sides because they are natives of Qingzhou.

And the names of genius monks such as Ji Xuanqing, Shui Luoze, Luo Mingji, Liu Wuxie, Shi Luoshui, etc., have been mentioned many times, and I don't know where these mortals got the news, but they can also depict the war as reasonable and dangerous, so that all the listeners are attracted by it and fascinated.

Of course, the most legendary is Emperor Xuan, Su Fu is just a one-sentence order, but in the mouth of the storyteller, he has become a god who has single-handedly blocked natural disasters, and he also took the trouble to say a few examples of Emperor Xuan's apparitions.

Most of what they said was false, and the demon cultivators stationed here didn't pay attention to it, of course, if necessary, they wouldn't mind slaughtering the city clean.

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There is a notorious ruffian named Guo Dongluo in the west of Yueyang City, his parents died early, and he learned to crawl and roll secretly, speculate in camps, and practice a ruffian.

This man is lustful and gambling, the brothel is his home, the casino is also his home, and the money obtained by various means is probably spent on these two ends.

He gambles, but he never wins.

On this day, the casino reopened, and he came in a hurry, but walked out of the door of the casino as usual.

He glanced at the bright sun shining in the clear sky, a trace of dryness rose in his heart, and he cursed secretly.

The breath that was clear after the rain was gradually polluted by the turbidity of mortals, and even the smell of it made him irritable.

Guo Dongluo was wrapped in short linen, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and he was dragging a big board on his feet, and he was walking on the street on a tap.

After coming out, his mood suddenly changed again, there were many pretty women from good families coming and going on the street, seeing that his mind was so excited, he couldn't help but put his hand into the placket of his clothes, rubbing the dirt, while thinking about where to get a sum of money, so that he could go to the Spring Breeze Courtyard to live happily for a night.

"Huh?"

His eyes were suddenly attracted by a wall on the corner of the street, and he walked a few steps past it, and his heart couldn't help but be ecstatic, it seemed to be the aura of some kind of treasure.

Guo Dongluo has a strange ability since he was a child, that is, he can see things that mortals can't see, such as ghosts, yin spirits, evil demons, etc., he doesn't know, this is called Tianyantong, and only people with wisdom roots can comprehend it.

He had no one to guide him, and he learned to understand the Heavenly Eye, but he had no Buddha support, so he could only see a shallow aura and couldn't see what it was.

But soon, he was a little hesitant, now the streets are full of people, digging treasures on the street, this is not a smart person to do, I have the heart to wait until the evening, but the heat in my heart is a little impatient, urging him to go to the Spring Breeze Courtyard.

He thought for a moment, and instead of rushing to decide, he approached the base of the wall and glanced at it casually, which made him almost cry out in surprise.

It turned out that the root of the wall was only a small part of this treasure, and after turning the corner, the spiritual light continued to flow along the root of the wall, and it did not stop at all.

He pretended to walk casually along the base of the wall, but the corner of his eye kept staring at the spiritual light, and he walked for a long, long time, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had turned the alley several times, and was almost close to the south of the city, but this spiritual light seemed to have no end.

Guo Dongluo couldn't help but be surprised and delighted, he looked at the left and near, there was no one else, he hurriedly squatted down, took out a dagger, and cut the root of the wall in three or two clicks, but the purpose was not a treasure, but just a line that exuded spiritual light.

As if he had painted it with some kind of paint, he was a little angry and poked the line with his dagger, which could make a mark even if the dagger was curled.

He just gave up in discouragement, stood up, and looked around a little dazedly, thinking that it would be better to go to a certain house to 'borrow' some silver.

Just as he was about to take a step, a trace of unwillingness in the depths of his heart suddenly reminded him: Phew, your grandfather's, what is this painting? The entire Xicheng is within the range, and there is no end in sight......

"Your grandfather's, could it be some kind of demon law that murders people? Isn't there a demon in the northland in the city?"

He muttered to himself, his steps unmoving.

In the evening, when he walked the whole city, he was already so tired that he only had the strength to breathe, but the excitement and fear in his heart were more intense than the sum of his life.

He was sure that the whole city had this spiritual light, forming a mysterious and mysterious pattern, which seemed to be a huge circle, composed of nine grids, he didn't know what this pattern was, but he had heard the storyteller talk about the demon law, and it was probably like this, he thought that his life was hanging in the air at all times, he was very scared, but he was very excited, if he could tell the news to those immortals who came and went, he would definitely be able to get a heavy reward, and he would be Master Guo in the next life, not Guo Ruffian.

Immersed in beautiful fantasies, he began to be distressed again, to whom should this news be reported, and who would reward me?

"Xuanmen?"

Guo Dongluo almost screamed excitedly, and couldn't help but secretly cheer for his ingenuity, if you can hand over this secret to Emperor Xuan, with Xuanmen's power in Qingzhou, can you still treat me badly?

"Your grandfather's, Lao Tzu also has today's ......"

When night fell, when he finally found out where Xuanmen's rudder was in Jingzhou, it was already a child's hour.

This is a slightly shabby inn, the shopkeeper is a man in his thirties, with a shrewd mustache, when Guo Dongluo walked into the hotel, he recognized this ruffian, he didn't raise his eyes: "Ruffian, what is the color of the shop, it actually recruited you?"

Guo Dongluo scolded: "Cripple, your mother's, it turns out that you are the deacon of the Xuanmen rudder, and he has never heard you say ......"

The deacon of the Xuanmen rudder, in the mortal world, is already a heavier figure than the county official.

But the shopkeeper didn't get angry as expected, but just smiled and said: "Ruffian, there are so many things you can't think of in this world, let's talk about it, why did you come to my broken shop today, it's been this time, you know that my mother-in-law doesn't allow me to drink flower wine......"

Ruffian, lame, the two grew up wearing the same pair of pants since childhood, and they have been in contact on weekdays, but Guo Dongluo never knew his small identity.

Guo Dongluo scolded sourly: "Your mother's is a big official, and she doesn't promote me, you are a dead lame man who really has your ......"

The lame man limped out of the counter, pulled him to a wine table, and let the guy serve wine and food: "Your mother, Lao Tzu has paid off your gambling debts a few times, and invited you to the Chunfeng Courtyard a few times, have you counted it......?"

"When you played women to gamble for money, my brother and I were tired like a dog, and I complained about you...... Hey, you're giving me a boost back......"

"Gotta ......"

It seems that it is a loss, Guo Dongluo smiled mysteriously, changed the topic, he let the lame man come over with his ear, and talked for a while.

The lame man's expression gradually became solemn, and he suddenly interrupted him, and said to the guy who delivered the wine and food: "It's not open today, go and put the door panel on the ......"

"Good shopkeeper ......"

The guy answered.

The lame man dragged Guo Dongluo up to the second floor, and entered a slightly darker secret room through the secret passage in the house on the second floor.

Guo Dongluo didn't care about it, but seeing that Fa Xiao was so cautious, his mood gradually rose and fell.

The cripple asked him to sit down, took the pen and ink, and said excitedly: "Ruffian, you have made a great contribution, quickly draw what you see, I will definitely fight for a good future for you......"