There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households banging their clothes. Outside Chang'an City, on the official road, the sound of wheels came from far and near, and a carriage drove slowly. The driver of the carriage was a young man, wearing black clothes, with a strong build and a good-looking face. When the carriage approached Chang'an, he knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Master, Chang'an has arrived!" There was no sound at all, but the young man knew that the people in the carriage had heard his words, and he was not in a hurry. Bathed in the frosty moonlight, the young man exhaled softly and stared at the majestic Chang'an City in a daze. Under the moonlight, Chang'an City was huge and majestic, like a giant, which was breathtaking. "What are you thinking about?" A deep middle-aged man's voice came from the carriage. This voice gave people a very strange feeling, like seeing through the world, but also a crazy and stubborn feeling. Such a contradictory feeling It blends together wonderfully, making it feel like it should be. ¡°Obviously the man in the carriage is not an ordinary person. Hearing this voice, the young man trembled all over, with an inexplicable change in his expression, and then said respectfully: "I didn't think about anything, I just think Chang'an City is very grand!" There was a burst of laughter in the carriage, "You should come too. After passing through Chang'an, how does it feel to visit the old place again? "The young man was silent for a long time, and then said: "It's a feeling of helplessness, but also hope!" After hearing this, the people in the carriage whispered: "Haha, do you want her? It¡¯s your own method!¡± ¡°You are more like my teacher than Xibai, and that¡¯s why my teacher has high expectations for you!¡± ¡°Lift the curtain. The middle-aged man looked towards Chang'an City. He smiled and said: "The martial arts of Butian Pavilion is very suitable for you. I think you know what I mean!" "In Chang'an, I will not care about your affairs. You can do whatever you want!" The young man trembled all over. , and then laughed, the master knew his ambition clearly. The two of them were just using each other. The carriage drove slowly into the city. When the city gate guard was checking the vehicle, he saw the man in the carriage. He was a middle-aged man who felt very strange. He was wearing a white robe and looked like a man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. The middle-aged scholar has a sense of seeing through the world and a crazy contradictory feeling in his eyes. Smiling at the guard, the middle-aged man has an extraordinary temperament that makes people feel good about him and cannot be underestimated. The carriage entered Chang'an City smoothly. The young man looked at the prosperous situation of Chang'an City with a calm expression. But the middle-aged man said softly: "It's been a long time since I've been to Chang'an, it's still so prosperous! I really hope a fire will destroy this place!" The coexistence of sighs and coldness did not make the young man feel strange. Obviously, he was used to it. The way a young man talks. "Master, this Holy Sect Conference is scheduled to be held in Chang'an. Are those women from the Yingui Sect thinking something?" The young man said intentionally or unintentionally, "Will the Holy Emperor's relics really appear?" "It doesn't matter whether the Holy Emperor's relics will appear or not. It doesn't matter, the important thing is that no one in the Holy Sect will ignore this news!" The middle-aged man laughed softly, "The four trash from the Shengji Sect also appeared in Chang'an? The young man felt nervous and bowed to answer. Said: "Yes! They are already in Chang'an! " "What a great gesture, the Holy Emperor's relic, even if it is a trap, we must be willing to jump into it. This is a conspiracy! "The middle-aged man's voice fluctuated a little. He stretched out his hand out of the window, as if he was holding the moonlight of Chang'an in his hands. A cold light flashed in his eyes, "Holy relic! " "Holy relics! " Silently reciting these three wonderful words, the young man's eyes flashed with desire and ambition. This look flashed past, and then he smiled and said, "Since you know it is a trap, why did the master jump? " "Because I am determined to get the Holy Emperor's relics! "The faint words revealed strong confidence. In line with his words, he raised his hand, and a cyclone surrounded his hand. The energy was hot and cold. Two contradictory cyclones circled on the palm, forming a A spherical cyclone. The young man shuddered, knowing that the power of this move was the immortal seal that was famous in the world and frightened both good and evil. It was obvious that this middle-aged man was the evil king Shi Zhixuan, and the young man driving the car was. The shadow assassin Yang Xuyan turned the cyclone on his hand into a flying dragon and swam around his arm. This control was amazing. Shi Zhixuan said lightly: "I heard that there are some alien flies in Guanzhong operating here. I don't want that. See them! " "Master, are you saying that the Ming Dynasty respects religion? "Yang Xuyan said, looking at Shi Zhixuan with even more awe. He couldn't figure out Shi Zhixuan's thoughts in his heart, and he didn't know what he felt about his actions in Bashu. This is a madman,?thought in mind. Shi Zhixuan nodded and said: "Let them know that this is not the place they should come!" Smiling lightly, the cyclone in his hand disappeared suddenly. Shi Zhixuan's eyes seemed to see the cold moonlight in Chang'an City. A touch of beauty. "Please enter the urn, you are so confident" Shi Zhixuan murmured to himself. ?¡ ?A quiet house in Chang¡¯an City. The red sandalwood incense curls up, and the inner hall is filled with the light fragrance of sandalwood. The fragrant wind blew the snow-white clothes. Zhu Yuyan, dressed in white, stood by the window with her hands behind her back, her eyes seemed to have penetrated the entire sky, her face was full of deep thought. There was silence in the inner hall, and you could hear a needle drop. Zhu Yuyan did not speak, and the rest of the people did not dare to make a sound. There were only slight sounds made by the maid's movements. After a long time, the sound of two footsteps was heard. The footsteps were very light. Everyone in the inner hall followed the sound and found that a man and a woman were coming in. "Qing'er, see Master!" The woman in white clothes said happily, with a hazy spring in her eyes. Isn't it Bai Qing'er or someone else? "No need to be polite!" Zhu Yuyan said with a slight smile. "Sect Master Wan'an, after all the hard work and effort, you must have an idea!" A gloomy voice sounded, and the speaker was the middle-aged man who had just come in. At this moment, in this small inner hall, in addition to the already braided Yin Mo Bian Fu Hua, there is also Huan Huan who doesn't know where, and all the Yin Gui elites are here. Zhu Yuyan nodded with a smile, looked at Bai Qing'er, and asked, "Are you all here?" Bai Qing'er nodded lightly. Zhu Yuyan said: "Since they are here, let's greet them properly!" There was a sense of hatred in her eyes, and she immediately regained her clarity and calmness, and said calmly: "He is here too?" "The evil king is also here. !" Bai Qing'er said. There are few people in the Holy Sect who don't know about the grudge between Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan. Bai Qing'er also knows how much his master hates the evil king. "That's good!" 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