The devil has too many vests

Zhaixing Building faces Zhuque Street in the east and the water of Huaihe River in the west.The Huai River is long, bright lights are flying towards the sky, the river is lit with fire, and the cruise ship of the painting workshop is winding like a dragon.

Yan Weilou stood silently under a flower tree by the river bank, with that half-god and half-ghost mask on his face.

The formation patterns on his black sacrificial clothes are dim and hidden, and he looks as ordinary as every passerby wearing a strange mask around him. The only thing special is that he is holding a silver jug ​​in his hand.

"Floating growth hates the lack of entertainment, and is willing to love the daughter with a light smile. Hold wine for the king to persuade the setting sun, and take evening photos among the flowers..."

The lights are like belts.I don't know when, the ethereal singing voice spread from the heart of the river, like a silk thread, bringing out a deep sorrow.

The ethereal singing is like magic, attracting the calendula trees on the shore to bloom for no reason, like spring at the end of winter, and the season is easier.Yan Weilou brushed off the petals on his shoulders casually, and tapped his fingers lightly, leisurely keeping pace with the rhythm.

He looked at the small bridge not far in front of him.

It was an ordinary stone arch bridge, erected on the Huai River, connecting the two banks.

This is the "one-line lead", also known as "marriage bridge".

On special occasions, there will be a sudden rise of mist covering the bridge, and the space above it will become upside-down and chaotic. Once on the bridge, anyone who has a martial arts cultivation base and cannot break free from the twelve heavy shackles of the physical body will definitely have five senses Confused, seeing all kinds of strange illusions.

It is said that a man and a woman who can still meet in such a state of confusion of the five senses are destined lovers in heaven, and they are entwined with marriage lines and blessed by the gods.

This kind of saying has been circulated for nearly a thousand years, so everyone firmly believes that if ordinary people step into it, they may be lost forever, I am afraid that this bridge of marriage is already overcrowded.

The former Yan Weilou had also heard such rumors, if he hadn't read some anecdotes in an ancient book by chance in his previous life, I'm afraid he wouldn't have understood the truth.

The so-called blessings of the gods have always been nonsense. This place was originally a special place where inspirations gathered. It used to be one of the formations used by an ancient sect to select disciples, and there are still some formations left today. Therefore, all kinds of strange illusions will appear.

In ancient times, there were no dynasties and families in the world, and three thousand sects spread all over the vast land of Shenzhou. Those big sects often screened disciples in all parts of the world. The space is upside down and chaotic, seemingly boundless and boundless.This is also the reason why it is difficult for many people to find a home when they step into the "first-line lead".

As for the saying that marriage is destined by fate... It is said that the ancient sect who set up the formation here practiced the Yin-Yang Dao, the two swords combined, the deeper the tacit understanding between each other, the stronger the strength.

Therefore, these formations will deliberately screen out the disciples who suit them, and combine them in pairs.The deeper the affection, the stronger the tacit understanding, the more likely it is to be screened out.Even if one is in the south and the other is in the north, thousands of miles apart, they can meet across two formations.

Over time, this place has become what many people call "a marriage of thousands of miles and a thread".

"The formations are interlinked and unpredictable. This place is an excellent escape route. If Xue Hanshan hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten about this place..." Yan Weilou silently watched the bridge deck, with deep and unpredictable eyes.

I don't know when, wisps of water vapor rose from the surface of the river, and gradually, wisps of white mist shrouded the small bridge.

Yan Weilou flickered a few steps, his figure fluttered like a feather, and he was submerged in the white mist for a moment.

In a blink of an eye, the world in front of his eyes became a vast expanse, and the small bridge, which could be seen at a glance, became boundless and long.

"Since it is one of the formations used by the ancient sect to select disciples, there must be its formation node, which can communicate with other formations all over the world..."

Yan Weilou was not in a hurry, calculated silently in his heart, did not look at the changing illusions around him, and walked forward like a leisurely stroll.Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward.

The experience of the previous life is also a valuable asset for him.He has been able to escape from various pursuits countless times, and he is not proficient in all kinds of heresies such as battles, elixir, traps, traps, etc., but he can basically understand a little bit.

At this time, the surrounding world seemed to be a chessboard in his mind, and he himself was a chess piece on the chessboard. Between the vertical and horizontal lines, one formation after another was unknowingly broken.

Every node leads to other formations that the unknown ancient sect set up in various parts of China.

Although most of them may have been damaged long ago, as long as there is one formation left, it is a possible way out for Yan Weilou.If one day he can't help but make a big news, he still has a chance to escape calmly.

Silently marking all the formation nodes in his heart, he was about to leave when the white mist around him suddenly surged, and the mist intertwined into a vortex.

Immediately afterwards, a figure walked out of the vortex and appeared in front of Yan Weilou, accompanied by an uncontrollable low cough.

White clothes, black hair, the face revealed between the slender fingers is paler than snow, a pair of sleepy eyes seem to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist, there is no trace of popularity in the whole body, it seems that there is no desire, no desire, no joy, no joy. sad.

Yan Weilou was taken aback.

The person on the opposite side covered his mouth and let out a series of coughing sounds, then he raised his eyes, as if he noticed the existence of Yan Weilou, his long eyelashes trembled.

After being stunned for a moment, his body straightened all of a sudden, and the curve of his lips raised.The thin mist in those sleepy eyes instantly dissipated cleanly, showing full of surprises, as if the sky was full of stars reflected in them.

"Yuan..." The man in white's eyes were in a daze for a moment, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand.

Yan Weilou's eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't move.

The next moment, a hand brushed past his sleeve.

The surrounding white mist suddenly dissipated like a tide, and all kinds of illusions dissipated like light and shadow, and the vast and infinite formation space was hidden again.The figure of the man in white also dissipated with the mist, making it hard to tell whether it was an illusion or real.

The vision of "leading by a thread" is over.

Yanwei Tower reappeared on the small bridge.The Huai River below is long, and the waves flow eastward.

The brilliance of the stars and the moon intertwine with thousands of lights, reflecting the two sides of the Huaihe River as if it were daytime, and also illuminating the many figures in pairs.

With a glance, he saw two figures that were slightly familiar.The man looked handsome, dressed in ordinary clothes, but his aura of a nobleman was revealed through his body.The girl beside her is graceful in Tsing Yi, with black eyebrows and cherry lips, every frown and smile has a charming charm.The two were very close, holding a pair of lanterns in their hands, they looked like a pair of Bi people.

It was the third prince, Ji Rui, and Yan Weilou's nominal fiancée, Fang Qingwei, the eldest lady of the Changxinhou Mansion.

"Huh?" Fang Qingwei, who had a good chat with the third prince, suddenly frowned slightly, as if sensing a gaze on her, she glanced in that direction calmly, but found nothing. "Is it an illusion..."

"What's wrong with my cousin? But I'm not feeling well?"

Seeing that the third prince was concerned, Fang Qingwei shook her head. Although her expression didn't change much, there was a hint of softness in her cold voice: "Thank you for your concern, cousin. I'm fine. Maybe it's because the wind is a little cold at night."

As soon as the words fell, a robe was gently draped over her body. When she raised her head, what caught her eyes was the gentle and affectionate eyes of the Third Prince.

The two looked at each other silently, and silence is better than sound.

After a while, she seemed to have realized that the girl quickly lowered her head, a blush appeared on her face.

Seeing this, the smile on the third prince's face became wider. He looked down at the girl with downcast eyes and the tenderness in his eyes gradually faded.

……

Watching all this from afar, seeing with his own eyes a glowing green hat about to be put on his forehead, Yan Weilou was not even a bit annoyed, his eyes were as calm as water.

He shook the silver jug ​​hanging on his finger, raised his hand and took a sip.

In his previous life, he had never participated in the Yuan Sacrifice Ceremony, and naturally he had never come to the "One Line" to discover this scene.

As a time traveler with no ambitions, he devoted himself to the prince's family, embraced by the front and back, was well-clothed and well-fed, and had a noble and beautiful fiancée, what is there not to be satisfied with in such a life?

Yan Weilou, who felt very contented, naturally lived in a very chic way, completely ignoring all the crises around him, and was caught off guard until everything broke out.

"It's boring..."

After taking a sip of wine, Yan Weilou turned and left, not even feeling revengeful.If it wasn't for doing it all over again, these two insignificant characters would have long since disappeared from his memory.

Sensing the weak zhenqi fluctuations in the body's meridians, as well as the shattered Dao seeds deep in the Lingtai, and thinking of the event that would shake Dayong soon, Yan Weilou's eyes grew cold.

The grievances from the previous life have been eliminated, and the top priority now should be to improve the cultivation base as soon as possible, so as to prepare for the next thing.

When he lifted his foot to leave, something seemed to disappear in the shadows behind him.

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The long street was silent, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Yan Weilou casually walked by the side of the street, carrying the jug that he had brought along with him, with the mask of gods and ghosts hanging on his waist.

I don't know when the surroundings became quiet, and the sudden cold wind extinguished all the bright lights on the street.

The slightly drunken boy staggered as he walked, shivering suddenly in the cold wind, holding the jug in both hands, as if he wanted to take a sip of wine to keep warm.

call out!

At this moment, from the shadow behind him, a icy sword light suddenly appeared, piercing his back.

The timing of this cold sword is extremely ingenious, there is no breath before the sudden outbreak, and all murderous intentions are restrained, so that people can't notice the slightest difference.Even a master of insight who breaks through the twelve shackles of the physical body and penetrates the bridge of heaven and earth, if he is negligent, he may be hit.

Sure enough, the young man in front was still ignorant and unaware that the crisis was approaching, that ray of icy sword light had pierced into his body...

The assassin's cold eyes couldn't help showing a little smile, and the next moment, the smile froze and turned into horror.

A hand pinched his neck at some point, and someone approached him silently.

"Crack-"

In the stillness of the night, the sound of bones breaking was very clear.He died without understanding what happened.

At the same time, the young man who seemed to be pierced by the sword light in front of him shattered like a mirror image and turned into nothingness.

Throwing the assassin with a broken neck on the ground, Yan Weilou wiped his hands and looked to the other corner of the street: "There is one more."

His gaze was as calm as water, without any trace of murderous intent.Such as admiring the flowers and the moon, looking at the mountains and the water.

But the people under these gazes have a trembling feeling like meeting a natural enemy, like a hare on the grassland suddenly encountering a top predator, and every hair on the whole body can't help but stand on end.

...too, too soon!

He saw with his own eyes the moment his companion drew the sword, the boy had already appeared behind his companion as if teleported, so that the afterimage left in place was still vivid.

An assassin is not a dead man, and he knew that he would not lose his life if he was defeated. He stepped across the street corner, and his figure suddenly turned into a shadow, about to disappear.

puff!

A blood hole appeared in his heart without a sound, and something passed through his chest rapidly, and the shadow that was about to dissipate slowly solidified, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

At the last moment when his eyes were dim, he saw the murder weapon, it was a drop of crystal clear water, and it also exuded a faint aroma of wine.

In the middle of the street, Yan Weilou, who was standing there, shook the delicate silver jug ​​in his hand, and looked away.

He randomly rummaged through the two assassins a few times, and sure enough, he found a familiar token.

"It really is a professional assassin." He put away his token, stood up as if nothing had happened, and sighed quietly, "Unfortunately, when it comes to killing people, I seem to be more professional..."

With a flick of his finger, two dark white flames flew out without a sound.

Before the ten breath time, the street became clean again.

After skillfully completing the one-stop service of murder, arson, corpses and traces, Yan Weilou picked up the jug and Shi Shiran left.

What he didn't know was that at the moment when the breath of the white flame leaked out, in a remote place, in the depths of a dark underground palace, an old oil lamp suddenly lit up, and the faint white flame seemed to be poured with lamp oil. , suddenly burned violently.

The lamp keeper who was sitting cross-legged on one side suddenly opened his eyes.

"When the holy fire is rekindled, God will return."