Heroes of the Plane Cultivation System

Chapter 259

A month in Chang'an, thousands of households slapped their clothes.

Outside Chang'an City, on the official road, the sound of wheels approaching from far away, a carriage slowly approached.

The driver of the carriage was a young man, dressed in black, with a strong figure and a good-looking face. When the carriage approached Chang'an, he knocked on the door and said respectfully, "Master, Chang'an is here!"

There was no sound in the carriage, but the young man knew that the people in the carriage had heard his words, and he was not in a hurry.

Bathed in the frosty moonlight, the young man exhaled softly, staring at the majestic Chang'an City in a daze. Under the moonlight, the Chang'an City is huge and majestic, like a giant, which is breathtaking.

"What are you thinking?" A deep, middle-aged man's voice came from the carriage. This voice gave people a very strange feeling, like seeing through the world, but also had a crazy and stubborn feeling, such a contradictory feeling It fits together so wonderfully that it feels like it should be.

Obviously the man in the carriage was not an ordinary person.

Hearing this voice, the young man trembled all over, and there was an inexplicable change in his expression, and then he said respectfully: "I didn't think about anything, I just thought that Chang'an City is very grand!"

There was a burst of laughter in the carriage, "You should have been to Chang'an, how does it feel to revisit the old place?"

The young man was silent for a long time before he said, "It's a kind of helplessness, and there is also hope!"

After hearing this, the people in the carriage said in a low voice: "Hehe, do you want to get her? Then it depends on your own means!"

"Compared to Xibai, you are more like a teacher. Because of this, the teacher has high expectations of you!"

Pulling up the curtain, the middle-aged man looked at Chang'an City, smiled, and said: "The martial arts in Butian Pavilion is very suitable for you, I think you know what I mean!"

"In Chang'an, I don't care about your business, you can do whatever you want!"

The young man trembled all over, and then he laughed. His master was clear about his own ambitions, and the two of them were just using each other.

The carriage slowly drove into the city. When the city gate guard inspected the vehicle, he saw the man in the carriage. He was a strange middle-aged man. He was wearing a white robe and looked like a man who had experienced many vicissitudes. A middle-aged scholar, with a sense of disillusionment and a sense of madness in his eyes.

Smiling at the guard, the middle-aged man has an extraordinary temperament, which makes people feel good and cannot be underestimated.

The carriage entered Chang'an City smoothly. The young man looked at the prosperous situation of Chang'an City with a calm expression, but the middle-aged man said softly: "It's been a long time since I've been to Chang'an, and it's still so prosperous! I really hope that a fire will destroy this place. !”

The words of exclamation and coldness did not make the young man feel strange. Obviously, he was used to the way middle-aged men spoke.

"Master, the Holy Gate Conference is scheduled to be held in Chang'an. Are those women from the Yingui sect thinking of something?" The young man said intentionally or unintentionally, "Will the holy emperor relic really appear?"

"It doesn't matter whether the Holy Emperor's relic appears or not, what's important is that no one in the Holy Gate will ignore the news!" The middle-aged man laughed softly, "The four wastes of the Holy Emperor Sect also appeared in Chang'an, right?

The young man's heart tightened, and he bowed and replied, "Yes! They are already in Chang'an!"

"It's a big deal, Holy Emperor Relic. Even if it's a trap, we have to jump into it willingly. It's a conspiracy!" The middle-aged man's voice fluctuated a little, and he stretched out his hand out of the window, as if throwing Chang'an's As if holding the moonlight in his hands, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Holy relic!"

"Holy relic!" Silently reading these three wonderful words, desire and ambition flashed in the eyes of the young man, this look flashed past, then he smiled and said, "Since you know it's a trap, why did you jump into it, master?" ?”
"Because of the holy emperor's relic, I am determined to win it!" The faint words revealed strong confidence, and in line with his words, he raised his hand, and a whirlwind surrounded his hand, his energy was hot and cold, and his two strands Contradictory cyclones hovered on the palm, forming a spherical cyclone.

The young man trembled all over, knowing the power of this move, it was the seal of immortality that moved the world and made both righteous and evil fearful.

Obviously, this middle-aged man is the evil king Shi Zhixuan, and the young man driving the car is the shadow assassin Yang Xuyan.

The cyclone in his hand turned into a soaring dragon and swam around his arms. This control was amazing. Shi Zhixuan said flatly: "I heard that there are some alien flies in Guanzhong, I don't want to see them!"

"Master, do you mean that the Great Ming respects the religion?" Yang Xuyan said, looking at Shi Zhixuan with even more awe, he couldn't figure out what Shi Zhixuan was thinking in his heart, and he didn't know how he felt about what he did in Bashu, this is a lunatic, he thought.

Shi Zhixuan nodded and said: "Let them know that this is not the place they should come!"

Smiling lightly, the cyclone in his hand suddenly disappeared, Shi Zhixuan's eyes looked through the cold moonlight, as if he saw the beautiful figure in Chang'an City.

"Please enter the urn, why are you so confident..." Shi Zhixuan murmured.

……

In Chang'an City, a quiet house.

The red sandalwood incense curls up, and the inner hall is filled with the faint aroma of sandalwood.

The fragrant wind blows the snow-white robes.

Dressed in white, Zhu Yuyan stood with her hands behind her back, pretty by the window, her eyes seemed to pass through the entire sky, her face was full of deep thought.

There was silence in the inner hall, a needle could be heard, Zhu Yuyan did not speak, and the rest of the people did not dare to make a sound, only the slight sound made by the maid walking around.

After a long time, two footsteps came, and the footsteps were very light. Everyone in the inner hall looked around and found that there were two people who came in, a man and a woman.

"Qing'er, see Master!" The woman in white clothes said happily, with a hazy spring in her eyes. Isn't it Bai Qing'er or someone else?

"Don't be too polite!" Zhu Yuyan smiled slightly.

"Sect Master Wan'an, after all the hard work and effort, you must have an idea!" A gloomy voice sounded, and the speaker was the middle-aged man who had just come in.

At this moment, in this small inner hall, apart from the hidden demon Bianbu who has already raised his braids, there is also the Houhou who does not know where, and the Yingui elites are all here.

Zhu Yuyan nodded with a smile, looked at Bai Qing'er, and asked, "Are you all here?"

Bai Qinger nodded slightly.

Zhu Yuyan said: "Since they are here, let's greet them well!" There was hatred in her eyes again, and she immediately regained her composure, and said lightly: "He's here too?"

"The evil king is here too!" Bai Qing'er said, Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan's grievances are few people in the Holy Gate who don't know, Bai Qing'er also knows how much her master hates the evil king.

"That's good!"

(End of this chapter)