The devil has too many vests

Cold Stone City is still deserted, on the old Qingshiban road, there are occasional pedestrians coming and going in a hurry, and the doors of the wine shops on the side of the road are half-closed, but there are no customers.

Even though the rivers and lakes are already in chaos, it seems that this place has never been affected by the flames of war from the outside world, and it is as stable as ever, as if being in a fog.

In late autumn, in the cold wind, two figures, one black and one white, walked into the city hand in hand.

The young man in Xuanyi was full of energy, his handsome facial features were particularly eye-catching, and there was a bright smile on his lips, but it was still difficult to suppress his deep and unpredictable aura.It seems that every strand of hair has the word "Mo Dao" written on it.

A hidden aura that is difficult for ordinary people to detect is deeply hidden in his body, making him exude immense power, like a small sun that has been compressed to the extreme, and may burst out with amazing light and heat at any time.

Ordinary people may not feel anything.But as long as the practitioners have entered the path of practice, they will be like small herbivores who suddenly came to the territory of wild beasts, and they can immediately feel the ubiquitous breath in the world, oppressing their minds.

Even if he didn't do anything, just stood there quietly, it seemed to fill everyone's field of vision, occupying the entire world, and eclipsing everything around him.

But the man in white beside him was an exception.

If the young man in black is like a big sun that radiates infinite energy all the time, then the man in white is the lonely moon shining quietly.Although he didn't have such a domineering and powerful aura that almost made other people feel the slightest disobedience, there was a chilling chill in his heart.

Like the floating snow on the top of the clouds, it is rare for mortals to even see it from a distance, let alone get close.

Even standing next to the young man in Xuanyi, he never lost his color because of it.The cold breath around him melted a lot, and there was an extremely hard-to-detect tenderness in his eyes.

The two walked through the street, Su Xinghan looked at everything around him curiously, and said softly: "Finally, I have a chance to see this Cold Stone City with my own eyes."

Even after 800 years, everything is no longer the same.

Back then he also came here with Yan Weilou, but he was brought along in a sword box.Although Su Xinghan has always had the perception of the outside world, the sense of powerlessness that he can only watch but cannot intervene to help has left a faint imprint in his heart to this day.

However, now that he raised his eyes and looked around, he could only see clean streets and few pedestrians, and the whole small town gave off a deserted and remote atmosphere.

Yan Weilou explained on the side: "I came here shortly after you and I parted from the Vast Sea Secret Realm."

At that time, this was still a very mysterious and chaotic place in the rumors of the outside world. All kinds of killer organizations, smuggling merchants, casual martial artists... could be found here, and there were many shady forces in the city.

Afterwards, they were all caught by Yan Weilou, included in his pocket, and merged with Huangquanzong.

This includes the most prestigious assassin organization in today's Jianghu, the "Dark Pavilion" that has assassinated Yan Weilou several times in Shengjing City.This time the two are looking for the leader of the dark pavilion, Bai Lihui.

Originally, Yan Weilou didn't take Cold Stone City or even the dark pavilion seriously, but after this trip through time and space, he already understood the details of Cold Stone City.

The same is true of the Dark Pavilion.

No need for other evidence, the special surname "Baili" is the most obvious code for Yan Weilou. The surname of the Seven Prison Demon Sect master and later one of Bi Luotian's deputy envoys was Baili.

What's more, Yan Weilou had seen the token of the master of the dark pavilion at Bailihui, which was exactly the same as the token of the master of the Seven Prison Demon Sect 800 years ago.

When he subdued many forces in Cold Stone City, Yan Weilou was still a little puzzled as to why the process was so smooth.Originally, he still had many backhands, but none of them could be used, and these forces surrendered one by one.

But for him now, the cause and effect of all this is clear at a glance.

"So, the master of the Dark Pavilion has already recognized your identity, Ayan, from the inheritance?" Su Xinghan asked.

Yan Weilou shook his head: "It's not him. It's impossible for him to deceive me by acting in front of me. Moreover, I didn't show my true face in front of Biluotian Zhongren back then."

He just left the pattern of the Qiankun ring on his body as a token of Biluotian God.

Once Bi Luotian's descendants meet someone who holds this ring in the future, they must unconditionally obey the other party's request.

As for why there is only one requirement?

First, people's hearts are fickle, and Yan Weilou does not dare to guarantee that these people will still abide by the oath of their ancestors 800 years later, even though those people were carefully selected by him back then, they were favored by him, and they were the most loyal to him subordinate.

Second, the grievances and grievances of the ancestors should not be borne by the younger generations.No matter how loyal the ancestors were to the Lord of the Blue Sky, they should not let the descendants be bound for generations.Fulfilling a request is enough to repay the favor.

As for the future, Yan Weilou has the confidence to convince these people with his own ability.

After thinking for a while, Yan Weilou said: "Bai Lihui probably didn't even know about the agreement. The former master of the dark pavilion died too suddenly, so he might not have told him everything. There should be another person behind this cold stone city, he It is the "keeper of the scriptures" who really knows everything. "

The so-called "Scripture Keepers" are generally necessary for large sects of great powers. Each power may have different names, but their identities are similar.

The world is impermanent and changing rapidly, and the big forces always have multiple back-up arrangements.In order to prevent a catastrophe from overthrowing one day, each generation of these powerful forces will secretly place "keepers" to keep the core inheritance secret.

Once the power is destroyed, the "keeper of the scriptures" can stand up and reopen the mountain gate, so that the inheritance can continue.

This was the case with the Xuantian Peak dark vein back then.

As for Bi Luotian's "King of the Scriptures", most of them noticed Yan Weilou's arrival and discovered the Qiankun Ring he was carrying. Therefore, Yan Weilou's process of recovering the entire Cold Stone City was far smoother than expected, and he secretly prepared The backhands are useless.

Hearing Yan Weilou's conjecture, Su Xinghan couldn't help but nodded: "This "Book Keeper" is hiding so deeply, I think he won't be exposed easily.Let's find Bailihui first, maybe we can get clues from him. "

As for how to find Bai Lihui, this is the home court of the dark pavilion, so he doesn't need to bother to find it, and Bai Lihui will know the news of his arrival soon.

Yan Weilou looked around and found a small teahouse on the side of the street, he took Su Xinghan in and introduced with a smile: "I've been to this teahouse last time, the tea is really unique, extraordinary quality .”

He stepped into the teahouse first, and there was no one in the teahouse. Xiaoer, who was lying on the table to rest, raised his head when he heard footsteps.

He was about to greet him warmly, but his expression changed the moment he saw Yan Weilou, apparently recognizing his identity.

There are mixed fish and dragons in Cold Stone City, even the waiter in the teahouse is not a simple role.Last time, the waiter in this shop added spices to Yanweilou tea, trying to cheat.

Fortunately, that time Yan Weilou was wearing the vest of Yan Wulun, the host of Xiaoyao. Seeing the gentle and kind personality of the host of Xiaoyao, this person was lucky to save his life, but he lost a cup of top-quality spiritual tea to Yan Weilou.

Yan Weilou glanced at Xiao Er, and greeted unceremoniously: "Bring me the best spiritual tea here."

He turned his head and smiled at Su Xinghan again, and asked casually: "Ming Guang, have your injuries healed yet? This spiritual tea is very effective in healing."

Yan Weilou's tone was concerned, and the smile on his lips was bright and gentle, but in Su Xinghan's eyes, there was a hint of malice no matter what.

Su Xinghan's ears felt slightly hot, but he didn't know what to say, so he gave him a quiet look.

Thinking of this person's routine inspection of his injuries every night, the process of applying medicine to him, and the frivolous behavior of the other party that would have to be dealt with on the spot as a disciple...Su Xinghan couldn't help but Picking up a cup of tea on the table, he took a sip.

Only then did the faint enthusiasm on his face subside.

Yan Weilou originally had no other intentions, but seeing Su Xinghan's reaction, he seemed to understand something.

The smile on his lips deepened a little.Suddenly leaning close to the ear of the man in white, he laughed softly:

"Almost forgot, I can check it myself at night."