Jin Wuxi falls, towering Tang Dynasty, the ancient capital of Chang'an, outside the West City Gate, a figure carrying a carp, holding a white cloth flag, shaking and walking three steps, seems to be in a good mood, let go of his voice, and sing.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns the head ......"

The rough voice echoed in the mountain trail, and the familiar tone made Ning Wuji, who was far behind, slightly stunned, isn't this the "Linjiang Immortal" that he copied, he really is a strange person, listening to the singing, Ning Wuqian stopped and did not follow.

"Why don't you chase after you?" Seeing that Ning Wufeng was not leaving, the old Jiaolong also stopped and asked suspiciously.

Ning Wujian shook his head slightly, "No need, he found us." ”

"He can even calculate Guanyin Bodhisattva, it is not difficult to calculate our whereabouts, this person's calculations are really terrible, it is difficult to avoid evil, it is difficult to add to the disaster, such a person is too dangerous, or don't provoke it, what are you looking for him for?" The old Jiaolong looked at Yuan Shoucheng's gradually disappearing figure and the voice that gradually disappeared, and glanced at Ning Wuji.

"It's nothing, it's just curious about him. Let's go, go back to Chang'an for a few days, and leave after solving the matter of the Earth Immortal Realm. ”

stayed at an inn on Chang'an West Street, Ning Wuqian waited for Li Daoxuan to bring news.

After a year in the Shilu realm in the town demon tower, it is now a cold winter moon, and after this year's Chinese New Year's Eve, that is, 627 AD, this year will be the first year of Zhenguan, the change of Xuanwu Gate, the Tang Dynasty Li Shimin ascended the throne, and the Tang Dynasty was prosperous.

In history, Xuanzang's westward journey is this year, but in "Journey to the West", Xuanzang's westward journey is the thirteenth year of Zhenguan, Ning Wuqian doesn't know which year it is, but he can feel that maybe it will be the beginning of the westward journey soon, history has changed a lot, and Ning Wuqian will not feel surprised if there are some changes.

Just like doing one thing, there will always be such and such variables outside of your plan. These variables are insignificant, because they do not change the final result, and the torrent of history produces an irresistible momentum that sweeps everything and everything in heaven and earth.

All living beings are moving forward under the influence of this potential, and a new world will gradually appear in front of Ning Wuji's eyes, which is different from the records, and the four continents that are closest to the essence.

Cultivating in the inn, Ning Wujian did not pay attention to the rumors of the present life of the gods and monks in Chang'an City, and the Dharma Pudu. After seeing Guanyin Bodhisattva appear in Yuan Shoucheng, Ning Wujian guessed the truth.

The so-called Journey to the West is just a game laid by Buddhism to promote Buddhism and lead to the golden cicada, the chess pieces in it have been in place, and the actors have been in place.

this day. Outside the inn, gongs and drums were beating, firecrackers were ringing in unison, it was very joyful, and Ning Wuqian woke up from his cultivation. Go to the window.

The inn is just off West Street, and this window is open right on the side of the street, and you can see the scenery on the street down.

Firecrackers crackled on both sides of the street, and hawkers on both sides came out to join in the fun. Standing on tiptoe, he craned his neck and looked into the distance. A few people who were playing suona and beating gongs hung with red shawls, laughing, behind them were high-headed horses, a groom with a big red flower on his chest, a big red robe, very festive, on both sides were guards who crossed the knife and galloped, blocking the people on the street.

"Isn't that Xiao Yixuan, it turned out that he was marrying a wife. ”

Ning Wuqian looked at the groom official, elegant and elegant, handsome and graceful, and full of heroic spirit, he was the disciple of Confucian Zhang Daoyuan, the son of Xiao Yu in the history of the Song Kingdom, and the nephew of Empress Xiao.

In ancient times, the double name was cheap, and the single name was Zun, like Ning Wuqian and Ning Wushuang were cheap names, and "Yixuan" was just its word, and his real name was not Xiao Yixuan.

Moreover, Ning Wujian is also a member of the Xiao family, and Xiao Yixuan is still a generation.

"But I don't know which woman I married, and I have this blessing. Looking at the red-roofed eight-laden sedan chair passing by, the wedding procession passed, and the people on the street resumed their liveliness.

Under the inn, several literati who entered Beijing to take the exam looked at the back of Xiao Yixuan, who had infinite scenery, and couldn't help but sigh with envy, "Xiao Gongzi really went down to the earth, if he participated in the scientific examination, he would definitely be able to win the three yuan alone, and he took the little lady of the Zhang family, and he was also a good match." ”

"That is, I have heard that the little lady of the Zhang family is smart and generous, but Xiao Gongzi is a talented woman, a match made in heaven. ”

"The Zhang family and the Xiao family got married, and I heard that the saints will appear and bless the couple. ”

Upstairs, Ning Wuji, who was just about to close the window, was slightly stunned, Zhang's family?

Thinking of the delicate and lovely little lady in the white clouds and snow, Ning Wujian smiled indifferently, five years have passed unconsciously, he is already twenty-one years old, and the people in the past are also changing, Luo Ying, the passerby in his impression, is also going to marry a wife.

Time can always wear out a lot of things.

"Hmm, why is she here?" Through the gap in the window, Ning Wujian suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall woman wearing a bearded dress and pants walking into the inn.

In a moment, there was a knock on Ning Wuji's door.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a heroic face, skin like snow, hair coiled high, held by a hosta, Hu Fu and the clothes of later generations are somewhat close, the upper body is a small jacket, the lower body is similar to a small short skirt, revealing a white and tender thigh, a pair of tall animal skin boots, a tall and slender body, two eyes and Ning Wuqian look directly, revealing indifference.

"What are you going to do, won't you come to collect some mausoleum map, or do you want to arrest me back?"

Ning Wuqian blocked the door, stared at the woman, and shrugged his shoulders when he saw that he was unmoved, "Could it be that there is some door-to-door service in this inn, I don't think you will fall like this, right?"

Yang Yuan raised her eyebrows, she couldn't understand what Ning Wujian said, but she still understood the meaning of that sentence from Ning Wuji's eyes, sometimes a look was far more direct than a sentence.

"I really want to kill you!" Yang Yuan spit out her first sentence, and seeing that Ning Wujian was still blocking the door, his face turned even colder, "Don't you have any gentlemanly style?"

"Well, widows and widows are in the same room, and the rumors have a bad impact on me after all, but I'm innocent!"

Having said that, Ning Wujian still got out of the way, not daring to anger this violent woman too much, if Yang Yuan suddenly took out Fang Tian's halberd and slashed it indiscriminately, he might not be able to stop it, he could chase down the seriously injured Ren Xiaoyao, and the strength of the violent woman was stronger than a year ago.

Yang Yuan glanced at Ning Wuji, there was some anger in her eyes, she really didn't want to go in, what does it mean to have a bad impact on you, I am a woman, you are a man, and it is not good to say that the influence is also a woman?

"If it weren't for the word for Long Jun, I wouldn't have bothered to come to your kennel, innocent? Are you innocent or white? What else does a wolf demon need to be innocent?"

Yang Yuan's animal leather boots stomped on the ground, making a knocking sound, and glanced at Ning Wuqian with disdain, Yang Yuan was like a noble queen, walked to the table and sat down, took out a letter out of nowhere, and threw it on the table.

"There is something that Long Jun said to you inside, you can see for yourself ......" (to be continued......)