Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

The turbulent meeting is approaching, and elites from various families rushed to Yingchuan to attend the meeting.The distance is not close, from Tongxuan family in the extreme south to Yingchuan in the northeast of Zhongzhou, it is really not a day or two.The closer to the destination, the more and more diverse the disciples of each family will be.When they arrived in Lincheng, young people in family robes could be seen everywhere.The city is bustling, and there are many restaurants and inns. I asked all the way, but there were no vacancies.

When the sun had completely set, the lights of thousands of houses in the city were lit up, creating a scene of prosperity.A handsome young man in white put a jade tablet and a few ingots of silver on the counter, and smiled at the shopkeeper: "The room I booked earlier, please lead the way."

The shopkeeper took the jade token, pushed his glasses to look carefully, and then raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him.This young man combed a clean and simple white jade hair crown, and was wearing a silver-trimmed family robe with flowing clouds and dark patterns. He spoke decently, had an extraordinary bearing, and smiled.And the people behind him are either high-spirited, high-spirited, gentle as jade, or cold and aloof.His eyes finally fell on the last person.Although the man had the same family crest as theirs, half of his face was covered by a black robe and a huge hood, and his eyes and features could not be seen. Coupled with the faintly sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, it seemed that the whole The temperature in the space dropped suddenly.The shopkeeper shivered involuntarily.

There are weirdos every year, and this year's is really evil.The shopkeeper thought so, but turned around to check the reserved vacancy.

Meng Siwei turned around and sighed: "Fortunately, I forgot that senior brother made the reservation seven days ago, otherwise we would have slept on the street."

Among the many white clothes, in Wang Qingming's hands, the white jade fan was shaking slightly, and the breeze stirred up the hair on the temples, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.Said: "The number of participants this year is indeed much higher than before. It seems that in just three years, the hundred schools have developed rapidly. The gathering of elites is a good time to make friends and discuss arts. You should seize it." The six disciples said "yes".

The shopkeeper brought five slender keys, Meng Siwei thanked them and took them and distributed them one by one.When the last key was handed over to Mr. Jiuxiang, the fingers of the two touched, and an inexplicable feeling made the young man stagnate.Surprised, he raised his head, just in time to see Shi Yi was also staring into his eyes.The four eyes were relatively short for a while before Meng Siwei withdrew his hand and withdrew his astonished gaze.There was an inexplicable throbbing in my heart, as if there was some kind of induction, extremely strong, ready to come out.

The buddy led the way, and the nine Tongxuan had their own residences.Wang Qingming chatted and laughed with Que Chenhuan, stepped into the room and was about to close the door, but saw another person behind him, standing in front of him, staring at him coldly.But Chen Huan saw this and stepped forward subconsciously.The swordsman and the swordsman confront each other, one with awe-inspiring righteousness, the other with evil and ghostly aura, and the skills of mutual restraint make the two of them harbor suspicions about each other's existence, and their swords face each other, only in an instant.

"Uh, what else is there for Lord Jiuxiang?" Wang Qingming leaned out from behind Que Chenhuan.The atmosphere was a bit oppressive, and for a moment I forgot Qingming and couldn't figure out the other party's intention.

Shi Yi grinned and said, "I want to sleep here."

But when Chen Huan heard the words, he didn't change his face, and directly stretched out his hands to close the door.Two bone claws protruded from Shi Yi's fat robe, and they were pressed against the door that was about to close.Wang Qingming stood aside, listening to the creaking sound of the door, but couldn't see any progress.Thank you for your hard work, brother.Sighing in my heart, I asked, "Why?"

"Hehe, I like this place." Shiyi's fingers and claws were almost embedded in the wood.

But the world does not back down.The situation of the two of them looks a bit funny.

Wang Qingming's jade fan tapped on his palm, "The layout of the room is the same. Lord Jiuxiang will explain it soon." Then he tapped on the shoulder of Que Chenhuan, motioning him to push away.But Chen Huan let out a soft snort, and finally let Shi Yi in.

"Meng Siwei's origin?" Shi Yi tilted her head, a few strands of dark brown hair protruding from the hood, looking a little dazed.

Wang Qingming was curious about why he suddenly asked, and answered truthfully: "Siwei is an orphan brought back from Handan by Tongxuan disciples. He was still a baby at that time. He was discovered to be talented in cultivation at the age of four, so he was officially accepted by the Northern Sect. .It's 16 years old now. How?"

After Shiyi listened, there was another burst of weird laughter after the silence. "His aptitude must be very good. With the help of Bi Fangsuo, his future is limitless."

Wang Qingming's eyes froze when he heard the word "Bi Fangsuo".

"Hey, I can see that you are very interested," Shiyi said in a low voice, which made her whole body go numb, "Where did he get his locks? It's really curious. Hey, he must not know. "

The fingers rubbed back and forth on the fan bone.The three seals of Nishui Senyu are on Shiyi, Jiang Chiyue, and Duan Feiyuan respectively. Except for the possibility of being killed by someone with a heart to release Senyu, it is almost harmless in improving the realm of martial arts, such as Duan Feiyuan. Stream, never pass up this opportunity.However, the possibility of taking it out from the original carrier and re-finding the host in order to avoid killing cannot be ruled out.So this lock, could it be Jiang Chiyue's?Could it be that with her skill and Bi Fangsuo's assistance, it would be difficult to repel and evade someone's ultimate move?Or, there is a fourth lock in the world, which locks something else?But if it's the latter, how can a little baby inject vitality to drive Bi Fangsuo?

It seems that he should ask Jiang Chiyue to find out.

"Thank you, Lord Jiuxiang, for letting me know." Wang Qingming bowed with his fan.

"Hehe, I've said it before, Lord Jiuxiang doesn't need anyone's thanks." Then he raised his finger suddenly, pointing at Wang Qingming's eyebrows, "You owe me a favor."

Wang Qingming said: "Yes, if there is anything that needs Qingming's assistance in the future, as long as it lives up to the law of heaven, Qingming will definitely do its best."

Shi Yi withdrew her hands, lowered her head, and the shadow hit his entire feminine face, three points evil, three points weird, three points uncertain. "Live up to the law of heaven, hehe, how do you know that what I have done violates the law of heaven and ethics." Say it, and your body has disappeared.

But Chen Huan was silent for a long time, seeing that the person had left, the two of them finished talking and closed the door.

Wang Qingming couldn't help smiling when he saw his friend like this. "Oh, it's so urgent, are you and him an enemy for hundreds of years?"

But Chen Huan snorted, "If I had been an enemy for hundreds of years, I wouldn't have let him talk so much in front of you."

Well, Mr. Jiuxiang is a man of yin and yang, and he really seems to have a grudge against everyone.Wang Qingming agreed in his heart.Qingrun smiled and said to him: "It's not early, is my friend eating? In order to seize business opportunities, Lincheng will open several streets for eating and having fun every time there is a storm. Lincheng's millet cake made of sweet-scented osmanthus Very good, can my friend have the patience to accompany Xiaosheng for a ride?"

"Not interested." But Chenhuan turned to meditate.

Wang Qingming stopped him, "Rowling in a boat is also very interesting."

But Chen Huan was helpless, "You always find everything interesting."

"One's life is too short and too busy. It would be a pity if you can't see the flowers in Chang'an and the rain in Lin'an in this life. I want to see the world." Wang Qingming let go, the hand holding the jade fan was a little weak.How long is a person's life, 60 years? 70 years?But he has lived for 24 years. 24 years, four years of ignorance, ten years of refining, five years of Luochuan Dao, five years of Tongxuan family.Wherever he has been, he can count on his fingers.

But seeing his compassionate expression, Chen Huan was at a loss for a while.In a panic, he seemed to have said something.

"Oh? Agreed?" When she came back to her senses, Wang Qingming was smiling happily.

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