Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

After hearing the news, Ji Ruofeng's eyes condensed slightly, and a sharp light flashed.

He did not speak for a while, but gently rubbed his head.

After a moment of silence.

Ji Ruofeng took a piece of paper, quickly wrote a few lines on it, and looked up and said calmly.

"Pass this to Xiao Ruofeng, this is the news he wants."

"Yes!"

The iron-faced official behind him took the note and put it into the secret compartment.

Zhenwu Temple.

It was pitch black all around, and it was difficult to see five fingers.

Baili Dongjun and his party stopped at the door and looked up.

The whole Taoist temple was dead silent, and there was no light at all.

It was like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for prey to come to the door automatically in this dark night.

This was very unusual.

So, Baili Dongjun and his party stopped, wondering if they had found the wrong place.

Tianqi City, where the prosperity of the world is gathered in one place.

Many places were brightly lit all night, and in slightly more remote places, there were occasional candlelight flickering.

But here, this whole street was surprisingly quiet.

"Will there really be what we are looking for here?"

Yin Luoxia murmured, shrinking towards Baili Dongjun.

Most girls would be afraid of such a gloomy place.

"Since we are here, let's go in and explore first."

Ye Dingzhi stared at the Taoist temple with a flat voice.

He blew a fire stick, and the weak flame instantly pierced the surrounding darkness.

Let several people breathe a sigh of relief.

"The Taoist method is mysterious and mysterious. Please be careful when the time comes, don't stay too far away from me."

Zhao Yujia reminded.

Everyone nodded. Everyone has their own expertise. Especially when encountering such an unknown situation, it is better to listen to professionals.

Moreover, they were all martial artists with good martial arts skills, so they could naturally sense that this Taoist temple was unusual and that there was a dangerous atmosphere everywhere.

Several people easily entered the temple and prepared to go to the main hall to investigate.

As a Taoist priest, Zhao Yujia bowed to the Zhenwu Hall.

"Disciple Zhao Yujia came to pay his respects, please don't be offended, Grandmaster."

Baili Dongjun and others saw this and bowed slightly out of respect.

Yin Luoxia looked around, and it was really quiet inside, even the side rooms on both sides were silent.

"Why is there no Taoist priest in this temple? They don't need to guard the temple at night, and they are not afraid of others coming to steal things! Or is there nothing valuable in this Taoist temple."

Zhao Yujia smiled lightly, "Steal?"

"Then they must have the ability to steal."

As for why there are no Taoist priests left, the incense in the Taoist temple is generally one reason, and another reason is that Zhenwu Temple has been under the jurisdiction of Honglu Temple and is managed by Honglu Temple.

At night, no one is here, just lock the door, and naturally no one will disturb them at ordinary times.

Zhao Yujia suddenly paused at the door of the hall, narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and stared, and suddenly smiled.

He suddenly grabbed something in his hand and sprinkled it towards the door.

When the gold powder fluttered, it all fell to the ground.

Through the light of the fire stick, everyone could clearly see that the door was tied with thin silk threads as thin as hair.

The silk threads were slightly transparent, and even in the daytime, they could not be found without paying attention.

Besides, it was dark now.

"The Panlong silk of Honglu Temple?"

Ye Dingzhi frowned slightly, and everyone was horrified and took a breath of cold air in their hearts.

This Panlong silk was made of fine iron, so thin that it was difficult to distinguish, but it could cut iron like mud, and it was a very insidious weapon.

If they had rushed in rashly just now, they would be lying on the ground now.

Zhao Yujia turned around and patted Baili Dongjun on the shoulder, chuckling.

"It's your turn to perform."

Baili Dongjun raised his head and stepped forward, suddenly pulling out the Bu Ran Chen from his waist.

A melodious sword chant echoed nearby.

The long sword was swung down, and the Panlong silk wrapped around the door was instantly cut off.

Baili Dongjun stepped in, turned around and smiled.

"This Panlong silk is not so good?"

Zhao Yujia smiled: "Your sword is of the Fairy Palace grade, and this is just an ordinary Panlong silk."

Hearing this, Baili Dongjun raised his eyebrows: "Then there are extraordinary Panlong silks?"

Zhao Yujia shook his head and followed him in.

"You have to ask Lord Xia, the Minister of the Honglu Temple."

The hall was also dark, without even a candle.

Fortunately, there was a fire starter in Ye Dingzhi's hand, which squeezed out the surrounding darkness.

Several people walked into the hall, and Baili Dongjun suddenly reacted.

"Zhao Yujia, how do you know that this is the Fairy Palace Sword? Who are you?"

Zhao Yujia walked as usual, his expression did not change at all, and said calmly.

"This Taoist has seen countless swords., you will understand it after one look. "

Bai Li Dong Jun sneered, not believing the other party's excuse.

But there was no evidence.

Bai Li Dong Jun walked forward quietly, looking up at the tall statue in the middle of the hall.

The statue was majestic and solemn. Next to the statue of Zhen Wu Emperor, there were two generals, the turtle and the snake, and a pair of good men and women.

"We have found the statue of Zhen Wu Emperor, so what should we do next? The clues revealed in that poem don't seem to be many!"

Bai Li Dong Jun frowned and began to look at the environment in the hall.

The dark depths gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"This statue feels a bit weird!"

Si Kong Chang Feng suddenly spoke, and the spear on his back appeared in his hand, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

"What's wrong?"

"Just now the statue's eyes seemed to move a little."

Bai Li Dong Jun stared at the statue closely, a little uncertain.

"Yes, I also feel that something is looking at us. "

Yin Luoxia echoed, frowning and scanning the statue on the altar.

Bai Li Dongjun, Ye Dingzhi, Zhao Yujia and others immediately focused their attention on the tall statue.

At the same time, they slowly gathered together.

Under the gaze of several people, the faint firelight flickered, and the statue became more and more weird.

Suddenly,

The eyes of the statue of the Zhenwu Emperor rolled around.

Several people were startled.

"Did you see it..."

Yin Luoxia said anxiously, and Bai Li Dongjun and others nodded solemnly.

"It did move... Most likely someone is behind it. "

Ye Dingzhi spoke in a deep voice, handed the fire starter to Yin Luoxia next to him, and then jumped up and slashed at the statue with one palm.

The palm wind was as sharp as a knife.

Before it fell, a strong true energy was released.

Ye Dingzhi showed no signs of struggling at all, and was slammed heavily to the ground with a "bang".

This sudden change happened in the blink of an eye.

When Baili Dongjun and the others reacted, a powerful aura rose from their bodies, and true energy surged out.

A pure and thick voice like a bell also rang in the hall.

"Humph, you little ghosts, do you know that this statue has gone through three generations and is already priceless? If it is damaged, even if you enter the school, you will have to pay for it. "

"Who is playing tricks there! "Ye Dingzhi slapped his palm on the ground, and the whole person jumped up, shouting angrily, with sharp eyes shooting at the statue.

Baili Dongjun also shouted.

"My Baili Marquis Mansion has plenty of money. If you don't come out, don't blame us for smashing your broken temple."

"Oh~ He is still a rich young man."

The voice just now came from all directions, making it difficult to determine the location of the person who spoke.

"I just don't know if the old marquis is willing to pay for you, a prodigal son."

There was a hint of smile in the voice, but it soon became cold and indifferent.