Su Yiwen Lingzhao

    In front of the desk, by candlelight.

    Su Yi opened a dense volume sent by Huang Qianjun.

    "Before you find out about the relationship between Cha Jin and Dawei's 'Yue Lun Sect', remember not to startle the snake."

    "If his identity is confirmed, he will be captured alive and sent to Jade Capital City."

    "If you need help, you can go to the county governor's mansion with my jade card. Qin Wenyuan will definitely help you."

    "As for my sixth brother, you don't need to intervene."

    "This secret volume will burn after reading it!"

    … Seeing this, Su Yi sighed, it was really troublesome.

    On the Cangqing Continent, there are hundreds of secular kingdoms.

    Da Zhou is just one of them.

    Adjacent to Dazhou, there are two secular kingdoms, one is Dawei and the other is Dayan.

    Among them, Dayan is the most powerful.

    Dazhou and Dawei are evenly divided, and the confrontation and conflict between the two countries are also the most frequent, and there are constant wars all year round.

    Dayan has always been sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight.

    After all, if two tigers fight, Dayan is most beneficial.

    "The Great Wei Yuelun Sect... The identity of Cha Jin is really not simple. It is most likely a chess piece that the Great Wei placed beside the second prince."

    "Qin Wenyuan was originally the man of the second prince, if you count it like this, today I don't care whether I kill this Nan Wenxiang or not, Qin Wenyuan's death alone may make the second prince regard me as an enemy ."

    Su Yi thought silently.

    The current emperor of Da Zhou has eight sons and three daughters.

    The names of these eight sons are very interesting.

    They are Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui.

    Like the Sixth Prince, he is called Zhou Zhili.

    The second prince is naturally called Zhou Zhikun.

    "No matter what kind of trouble he has, if he gets on my head, he will kill him with a single sword."

    After a while, Su Yi tore up the dense scroll, his eyes deep and dull.

    Disputes in the world are also a kind of experience.

    The one who was born is born in the natural disaster of heaven and earth.

    Whoever joins the WTO has experienced the calamity of the world.

    Both are essential.

    He Su Xuanjun was reborn here, how could he be afraid of the slap of the turbid waves of red dust?

    Without thinking about it, as before, Su Yi began to practice boring and hard.

    The night is getting darker.

    Outside Hulu Alley, the lights are dim.

    An old man with a downcast figure came to the entrance of Hulu Alley, looking at the darkness deep in the alley, hesitant.

    The old man had scribbled beard and hair, and was dressed in tattered linen.

    After a while, the old man suddenly turned around and came to a stall selling wontons by the street, saying, "Come here."

    He sat down at will.

    The seller of wontons is a lean man, and he gets busy when he hears this.

    Not long after, a bowl of steaming wontons was served.

    The old man didn't eat, his cloudy eyes filled with emotion, "The disciples of Yin Shamen are all mixed up to the point where they want to sell wontons to survive. It's getting worse and worse."

    The lean man's complexion suddenly changed, and he ran away with the spoon in his hand.

    Pfft!

    A bamboo chopstick was inserted into his neck like an arrow, and the figure also fell to the ground with a thud.

    The old man didn't look at it, picked up the spoon and chopsticks, and started to enjoy the wontons in front of him.

    It wasn't until the soup in the bowl was finished that the old man sipped his lips and got up.

    This time, he walked into the depths of Hulu Alley without any hesitation.

    Until you come to Zhuo An Xiaoju.

    The old man took out a bone flute from his arms, put it on his lips and blew it gently.

    A soft and ethereal flute sound floated in the deep night. in the room.

    Su Yi who was cultivating suddenly opened his eyes quietly, frowning slightly, why did all the monsters run out tonight?

    Is this meant to stop people?

    Almost at the same time, a panicked voice resounded in the soul-raising gourd: "Immortal Master, someone is going to force me to take me away with the soul-controlling technique..."

    Su Yi can't help but be surprised, it's for Qingwan?

    Clang!

    "Don't panic, I'll take a look."

    Su Yi said, carrying the Yingzi sword, and walked out of the door.

    There is a faint whistle of flute wafting over the courtyard.

    When Su Yi came out with his sword, the flute stopped abruptly.

    Outside the courtyard, the sackclothed old man was silent for a while, and said, "If you leave Qingwan by your side, you may bring disaster. This old man hopes that you can return it."

    Su Yi stood in the courtyard and suddenly said, "Weng Yunqi?"

    The old man in linen had a cold look on his eyes, "It seems that my unworthy disciple Wu Rouqiu was killed by the son."

    The two talked through the closed door, no one could see the other, but the atmosphere suddenly became tense and suppressed.

    "You also said that he is very unworthy, and killing him can be regarded as eliminating evil in the world."

    Su Yi said, quietly approaching the fence on the side of the courtyard.

     "Forget it, the old man will come back another day."

    As soon as the voice of the old man in linen rang, Su Yi's figure jumped above the wall like an arrow from a string.

    What surprised him was that the voice was still reverberating, but he only saw a figure that had long escaped from the Hulu Alley and disappeared in a flash.

    "This old thing is cautious enough."

    Su Yiqiang suppressed the urge to pursue.

    He was worried that this was a move away, after all, Zhuo An Xiaoju was not alone.

    Su Yi thought about it and returned to the room.

    Weng Yunqi and Wu Ruoqiu, their master and apprentice, took three treasures when they betrayed Yin Shamen, a mysterious soul jade, a dense scroll for raising ghosts and corpses, and a soul raising gourd.

    Among them, the dense scroll, soul raising gourd and Qingwan were all under Wu Rouqiu's control at the beginning, but with Wu Rooqiu's death, these all fell into Su Yi's hands.

    Only the mysterious soul jade is not there.

    When he was in Guimu Mountain, through the confessions of the descendants of the Yin Shamen, Su Yi learned that Qingwan was sleeping in that mysterious soul jade at first!

    As for where this soul jade came from, it is still a mystery.

    "Zhengchou couldn't find you, the old guy, but you came to the door, so that's fine, when the soul jade is found, maybe you can find out some clues about Qingwan's life experience. "

    Su Yi knew that as long as he was by his side, there was no need to worry that Weng Yunqi would disappear.

     Returning to the room, he put away the Yu Xuan sword and said to Qing Wan in the soul raising gourd, "It's all right."

    Qing Wan's soft and timid voice came out.

    "Good."

    Su Yi said, "You have been more vigilant recently. If you notice something is wrong, notify me immediately."

    "Yeah!"

    …

    Outside Hulu Alley.

    "Weng Yunqi, this old man is too ruthless, he even kills the stalkers, does he have sensed the danger?"

    This man has a yellow face, thin skin, and sloppy clothes. He is Chu Shilang, one of the four guardians of the rudder of the Gon State Branch of the Yin Evil Gate. He took out a **** candle from his sleeve robe, put it on his nose and sniffed it lightly, and a pair of triangular eyes immediately glowed with a luster of miserable green.

    Then, he got up and walked towards Hulu Alley step by step.

    When he came to Zhuo'an's small residence, he paused, and a trace of doubt appeared on his eyebrows, "Why did the old man stay here for a while and then leave?"

    He looked at the closed door of Zhuo An Xiaoju, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned away quietly.

    Arriving outside Hulu Alley, Chu Shilang couldn't help but be startled, and saw a group of beggars excitedly rummaging for belongings next to the body of the lean man.

    "It's somewhat similar to my Yin Shamen style."

    Chu Shiro smiled and turned away.

    Not long after he left, an old beggar suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Can you see what that person looks like?"

    One of them quickly said: "See clearly, it seems to be one of the three targets we are looking for!"

    "Finally, I have some eyebrows. The money from this dead person belongs to you. I have to go and collect the reward first."

    The old beggar stood up and hurried away.

    Half an hour later.

    In a long abandoned mansion in the city.

    In the middle of the night, a beautiful woman looked at the altar just built in front of her with satisfaction.

    The altar is three feet high, made of countless snow-white arm bones, and at the top are nine blood-colored skulls.

    Beside each skull, there is a black soul-spiriting banner.

    "If the helmsman hadn't come up with so many precious materials, this 'Bound Spirit Blood Corpse' formation would have been impossible to arrange."

    Mrs. Beauty said softly.

     Corpse Lady Liu Xianglan!

    "With this formation, we will have a hole card."

    On the other side, the old man in the old Taoist robe nodded.

    Xueheng Taoist!

    The second master of the furnace raising realm!

    The two were talking to each other when a small door opened, and the sick man Chu Shiro walked in.

    He first squinted at Liu Xianglan's proud chest, and then said with a satisfied smile:

    "I have probably locked Weng Yunqi's whereabouts. No accident, he will most likely go to a courtyard in Hulu Alley in the city again in the near future."

    "Who is the owner of that courtyard?"

    Xueheng asked.

    Chu Shiro shook his head and said, "I don't know, I was worried about scare the snakes, so I didn't investigate. When tomorrow morning, I'll find some little guys to check it out and it will be clear."

     Daoist Xueheng's eyes flickered and said: "Starting tomorrow, I will squat outside Hulu Alley. As long as Weng Yunqi appears, he will not be able to fly."

    "Old Daoist, didn't you say that you asked a big man in the city for help, did he promise to take action?"

    Liu Xianglan asked suddenly.

    "No."

     Daoist Xueheng sighed and said a little depressed, "Yesterday, the county governor Qin Wenyuan was killed, causing the great forces in the city to panic, and my old friend was also very frightened. Help at this juncture."

    Chu Shiro smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you help or not, it's just to deal with Weng Yunqi. With the strength of the three of us, we can easily take him down."

    "The dignified county governor was killed..."

    Liu Xianglan was taken aback, "Do you know who did it?"

     Daoist Xueheng shook his head and said: "I don't know, it is said that he is a great person, and even those big people in the city dare not reveal his identity."

    "In short, the recent situation in Yunhe County is complicated and confusing, and it is not suitable to stay for a long time."

    Speaking of this, he pointed to the altar made of white bones, "Block it, so that no one will notice it. Our goal this time is Weng Yunqi, and we will leave as soon as it is done! "

    Chu Shilang and Liu Xianglan nodded.