After rebirth, my milk cat became a mad dog

Of the three, only Li Ya knew how to control the sword, and the flying was still staggering. Considering the possibility of overloading and overturning, Li Ya rented a carriage from the foot of the mountain. It was better to hit the sun than choose a day. That night, under the stars, the three planned to drive to the capital. go.

"Do you know the direction?" In the carriage, Chen Yan asked Li Ya who was driving the carriage.

"I don't know much." Li Ya was a little embarrassed, "This is my first time going to the capital, Chen Yan, do you know?"

Chen Yan is the pseudonym Chen Yan made up for Yu Yin that day. The junior has well-developed limbs, but his mind is not simple. Sometimes, he can be said to be extremely careful and aware of the subtleties, such as the problem of Yu Yin's wings. Knowing that Yu Yin doesn't want to mention it, Chen Yan I swore I never asked him again, as if I had completely forgotten about it.

Yu Yin knew the direction of the capital to some extent.

"How come you don't know?" Yu Yin was a little surprised, "The Palace of Lieyang is located in the western suburbs of the capital, and at night there will be a red star in the northern sky, indicating the direction of the Palace of Lieyang, as long as you face that star... No, Where are the stars?"

In the northern sky, the stars that should have been dim against the red star were all shining brightly.

Chen oath's eyes were suspicious and sad.

"Fire Sun Palace?" Li Yasi asked, "I seem to have heard of this name before, ah, I remembered, isn't that the human temple that was said to have been smashed by the demon lord 20 years ago in a fit of anger? Then I was just born in [-], and I heard what the adults said later, what, is there any problem with Junior Brother Chen?"

Yu Yin: "...No."

How could it not be!

The Lieyang Temple is the holy temple of the human race. It has a history of hundreds of years standing in the western suburbs of the capital. So screwed up?

smashed...

That is a temple with a history of thousands of years, how aggrieved the human race is.

When the lord became mad, he was as manic as a dog, who would bite whoever he caught.

Fortunately, Yu Yin remembered some directions, and the capital city was not too far away. The next evening, a few people rushed to the capital city.Tomorrow is the Flower Moon Festival, the capital is very lively, especially near the imperial city, there is a long queue, Li Ya stepped forward to ask, only to know that the royal banquet is tonight.Yu Yin remembered that human emperors of all dynasties had the habit of recruiting human monks. They usually held a banquet the day before the Flower Moon Festival to recruit monks to serve the royal family, so as to ensure that the imperial power still had a place in the human race. Among the people Yin knew, there were people who were recruited by the royal family.

This is also the only day every year that the imperial city is open to the outside world, so whether it is a monk or a mortal, everyone wants to enter the imperial city and see the royal style.

The banquet was held at night, and those who were invited did not need to register. Most of the people queuing up near the imperial city were mortals and casual cultivators, who had no power or influence. Rare treasures, ancient books and weapons, as long as they can get their hands on it, they will also be eligible to enter the dinner party.

Yu Yin was not interested in such a banquet, but the other two people's faces were full of interest, and they were already standing at the end of the long line.

Yu Yin: "..." Okay, anyway, it's getting late anyway, and I can only go to the Duxue Villa tomorrow, so why not go to a royal banquet with these two curious babies tonight.

"Next." The guard in charge of registration at the edge of the imperial city drove away the previous group of people, looked at the three people in front of him, and said, "Where are you from?"

"Dukang City, Lushan." Li Ya said, both she and Yu Yin were wearing the costumes of Lushan's disciples, and the light purple-colored sleeves and hem showed faint patterns of hibiscus flowers. Clan Huangcheng has a whole body of flesh, and he couldn't fit it. He used the same light purple fabric to change into wide-leg trousers, and wore a short skirt on his upper body.

The royal guard rolled his eyes: "I haven't heard of it, next."

Knowing that this would be the result, Li Ya showed disappointment on her face and begged, "Can we give the money?"

"You see clearly, little girl." The guard said disdainfully, "This is the imperial city, will you be short of money?"

The orphan's tone made Chen oath want to beat someone up.

"Then what about this." Yu Yin thought for a while, and put a cylindrical object with a golden shell on the tray beside the guard.

"This is it?" The guard gave up on insulting people, and picked up the objects in the tray to look at them.

"This is a kind of precious lip gloss. I have searched all over the human race and monster race, and there is probably only one like this." Yu Yin opened the lid of the lipstick, rotated out the paste in it to show to the guards, and said solemnly, "Not only can it Let the person who uses it look radiant, and it can also beautify the skin..."

Five minutes later, Yu Yin held the dinner access token and smiled triumphantly at the stunned two.

"Amazing, senior." Chen oath admired him.

Li Ya frowned: "Is that lip gloss? The color is so weird."

Yu Yin nodded and smiled, "Straight men must give gifts, dead Barbie fans."

Chen Yan took it for granted: "Let me just say, that color is really pretty."

Yu Yin: "..."

The dinner started an hour later, and the imperial city would not be able to enter for a while, so Li Ya found an inn. Li Ya asked for three rooms to stay tonight, and also asked for a few snacks unique to the capital. Sit down at a table in the corner on the second floor and wait for dark.

The Flower Moon Festival is approaching, and the capital city is particularly lively, and a storyteller is also invited in the inn to attract guests.

When Chen Yan and Li Ya first came to the capital, they were curious about everything they saw, and they didn't care about eating snacks. They stretched their necks and went to see the storyteller on the first floor. A simple table was set up beside the old man's table, with a Zhang Hua.

The painting is a good painting. There are black and white pavilions and pavilions hidden in the mountains and forests surrounded by clouds and fog. There are still a few figures in the painting. It's a pity that Yu Yin could tell at a glance that what the storyteller took out was just a copy, and it didn't have half the charm of the original.

"Old sir." A guest asked with great interest, "I see that your painting seems to be imitated from Zong Wenlin's pen. Are you going to talk about Nanyuan Qiya?"

Mr. Storyteller narrowed his eyes, waved the bamboo fan in his hand and pointed: "That's right, what I want to tell today is the story of Nanyuan Qiya back then."

Chen Yan and Li Ya listened with gusto, Yu Yin picked up all the shrimp dumplings in the steamer without them noticing.

"Nanyuan Qiya refers to the seven well-known people in Nanyuan Academy in the south of the Yangtze River more than 20 years ago. Those who practiced in Nanyuan Academy back then have more or less heard of these people's names, but After Nanyuan's decline, today's juniors have never even heard of Nanyuan Academy, let alone Nanyuan Qiya." At this point, the storyteller made a fool of himself, "However, there are a few of you. Impossible not to know."

"Nanyuan Qiya?" There was a female nun in the room, "I've heard people say that among these seven people, except for Qin Shuanghan who wears a mask of evil spirits all the year round, the other six people are all first-class in appearance. The mask is also very good looking, but probably only one person has seen it before."

Yu Yin choked on the tea, and Chen Yan gave him a strange look.

"I know." Li Ya said excitedly, "Zong Wenlin who drew this picture is one of Nanyuan Qiya. Although Zong Wenlin is a Buddhist cultivator, his paintings are vivid. It is said that he was worth a piece of painting back then. Qianjin, this authentic painting of Nanyuan Qiya, I don't know where it is stored now."

"That's right, it's just that the whereabouts of the painter Zong Wenlin are unknown, and there are very few works circulating." The storyteller nodded and continued, "Besides, Ji Feiyu, the current owner of Jiange Pavilion, and Yang Jiming, the owner of Duxue Villa, Each of them was once one of Nanyuan Qiya, and now they are the heads of the west and east fairy sects respectively."

These two are considered to be Yu Yin's acquaintances, he paused to pick up the vegetables, and then he was relieved, covering up his emotions without any trace, Chen Yan and Li Ya didn't even notice it.

After all, 20 years have passed, and Ji Feiyu became the owner of Jiange. As he expected, Duxue Mountain Villa changed hands, and Yang Jiming became the owner of the villa. This was indeed beyond his expectation.

The shadow of a thin young man appeared in front of his eyes. The young man was curled up in a corner, covered in fine wounds, surrounded by menacing people. The young man did not forget to protect the little ferret in his arms.

Many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

While he was thinking, the storyteller of the inn had finished talking about the two people, and continued to talk about the situation in the painting.

"The girl on the edge of the cliff is Su Yitong." The storyteller pointed to a girl on the painting with a fan, "You may not have heard of her name, but it is impossible not to know "Tianshu". The medical skills used in saving lives and healing the wounded include many ways to deal with Gu poison, it is impossible for today's medical practitioners not to know about "Heavenly Techniques."

"I know, I know." A doctor in the inn said, "When I was in the teacher's school, the master asked me to read "Tianshu" by heart, and I heard that this book was written by Miss Su when she was 17 years old. It is really amazing It's just that Miss Su is the same as that painter now, and doesn't care about human affairs anymore."

There was an exclamation in the inn.

Someone continued to ask: "Mr., according to what you said, Nanyuan Qiya are all amazing and talented people. Then who are the remaining three people who are in the corner of the pavilion in the painting?"

Everyone heard the words and looked at the painting. In the corner of the long scroll, there were two teenagers of similar stature. Like the other four, they were wearing the uniform moon-white gowns of Nanyuan Academy disciples, with the same color headbands tied in their hair. The hair and the headband were blown up by the wind at the same time, and she looked like a fairy, while the remaining one was a girl in a pink dress, her hair was combed into two high ponytails, and a red tie was tied between her hair. Ribbon, long hair hanging down to the waist, even with a few strokes in the painting, you can see the delicate and lovely appearance of the person in the painting.

"This is..." The storyteller was silent for a while, then suddenly sighed, "This is Yu Ge from back then."

"Yu Ge?" Someone in the inn finally heard his familiar name, patted the table and said, "I have the impression that Fairy Yu Ge was the number one beauty in the immortal world back then, and Immortal Shuang Ling was the grand event of the fairy sect of the human race back then." The pair of Bi people on the picture, and the one left in the painting, the one wearing the black and white evil ghost mask, should be the sword servant of Immortal Shuangling, Qin Shuanghan."

"It's not the sword servant." Yu Yin upstairs said suddenly, "It's the family."