Nightwatcher

Star Observation Building, Eight Diagrams Platform.

Song Qing boarded the gossip platform, bowing to the prisoner with his back:

"Teacher, Wei Yuan's body has been reshaped, but he only has a human soul, and the two souls of heaven and earth are missing. If he can't get back his two souls, he will never wake up."

The prisoner gave him a cold sideways glance, and said, "Didn't you list the materials for refining the Summoner's Bell to him?"

Song Qing showed a bit of embarrassment, after all, the teacher said before that he could not tell Xu Qi'an that Wei Yuan was still alive.

He endured it until now, and when the overall situation was settled, he told Mr. Xu, the alchemy wizard, that Wei Yuan still had a chance to survive, and asked him to collect the materials for refining the Soul Bell.

Song Qing, who violated the teacher's order, was only a little embarrassed, as if this was the norm, and said regretfully:

"It's just this practice"

The supervisor slowly said: "With his aptitude, it's a pity to take the path of a martial artist. A vulgar martial artist is not suitable for him."

Then fell silent and didn't say any more.

Song Qing continued: "It's a pity that Mr. Xu has left the capital, and Junior Sister Zhong Li has to enter the sealed place at the bottom of the building again. I don't know when she will be able to get over her bad luck."

"Not for long."

The prisoner stared at the distant horizon.

"You have been in the field of alchemy for too long, when will you be promoted to the fifth rank?"

The prisoner withdrew his gaze and looked at Song Qing.

Song Qing showed a puzzled expression, and asked, "Why do you want to be promoted?"

The supervisor was silent for a while, then turned his eyes to the distant sky again, and ignored the fourth disciple.

Stargazing downstairs.

Oil lamps illuminate the space, casting a dim light.

Zhong Li was wearing a linen robe, with long messy hair, a pair of bright eyes reflecting the candlelight, walking slowly in the deep and quiet corridor.

When passing by a certain room, a man's voice came from inside:

"Is it Junior Sister Zhong Li?"

Zhong Li stopped in front of that door, and said in a soft voice, "En!"

"Why did you come back again? That kid promised to bear bad luck for you, but in the end he sent you back every few days." Yang Qianhuan snorted twice.

There are three floors in the basement of the Guanxing Building, which are used to detain the heinous prisoners, but their cultivation base is too high. After all, an ordinary prison cell cannot hold a fifth-rank or fourth-rank prisoner.

However, there are not many warriors who can be imprisoned at the bottom of the star-gazing building, and these people usually live shortly, so the prison at the bottom of the star-gazing building is very quiet.

On the contrary, Yang Qianhuan and Zhong Li are frequent visitors.

It is worth mentioning that these two have fixed "private rooms" on the first floor, and Zhong Li's room was set up by the supervisor himself to help her suppress bad luck. Yang Qianhuan's room was also set up by the supervisor himself to prevent him from escaping.

"He, he left the capital."

Zhong Li said sadly.

"It's fine to leave the capital. Wei Yuan is dead, and his backer is gone. Don't leave the capital at this time, and wait for the emperor to settle accounts with him?"

Yang Qianhuan sneered, both delighted and disappointed.

The joy is because Xu Qi'an is gone, and Yang Qianhuan will be the only one in the capital.

It's a pity because Xu Qi'an is gone, and there is a sense of desolation that his confidant in life is gone, and he is alone at the top of the peak.

"The emperor is dead, I won't settle accounts with him." Zhong Li said in a low voice.

The emperor is dead? Yang Qianhuan was shocked, and said blankly:

"Yuanjing has achieved success in cultivating the Tao, so his lifespan shouldn't be so short."

Zhong Li said concisely: "Xu Qi'an killed it."

There was a sudden silence in the room, and after a while, Yang Qianhuan's trembling voice came:

"During the time I was locked here by the teacher, did something major happen in the capital again?"

Zhong Li said "hmm": "Xu Qi'an him."

"No, don't tell me, please don't tell me!"

Yang Qianhuan immediately interrupted, saying that he didn't want to hear it, and it was all bastard chanting.

Zhong Li said "Oh" and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, Yang Qianhuan's sharp voice came from behind:

"No, don't leave Junior Sister, as expected I am still"

He paused, and said in a tone of resentment:

"Sure enough, I still can't resist the temptation of that man."

Zhong Li returned to the door.

"Why did he kill the emperor? The old emperor is the king of a country, and the heaven and the earth do not tolerate those who kill the emperor. The reputation he has accumulated with great difficulty will be ruined in one go. Wait, he can also kill the king?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qianhuan heard Zhong Li's soft voice say:

"He has reached the third rank, the emperor deserves to die, and the common people applauded."

She doesn't know how to tell stories, but with such a short sentence, the sound of heavy breathing came from the room.

"This this"

With a grunt, as if swallowing: "Can you tell me about it?"

Zhong Li briefly told Yang Qianhuan what had happened during this period of time. The narration was straightforward and the sentences were short, just to restore what happened without too much description.

But the breathing in the room became more and more heavy.

"Damn it, damn it."

The sound of beating the wall was heard, accompanied by Yang Qianhuan's envious voice:

"Why did he do all the limelight by himself? If he is a fool and has no way, Xu will cut him down? Why not Yang, I am so envious

"After killing the emperor, all the people in the capital clapped their hands and applauded, and all the loyal and upright people praised him greatly. From then on, he became famous and became the topic of countless people. You don't have to pay to buy vegetables when you go out."

Yang Qian imagined that the people in the capital were cheering, shouting "Yang Qianhuan is not born in the sky, and he will honor the ages like a long night", shouting "Mr. Yang is really honoring his conscience", and then he stood on a high place, With his back to all sentient beings, he said leisurely:

Inviting the bright moon to pick up the stars, there is no one like me in the world.

Thinking about it, Young Master Yang trembled uncontrollably.

It can be foreseen that Xu Qi'an will be famous in history, leaving several rich and colorful strokes in the history of Dafeng.

"This bastard, it's all right to show off in the eyes of the world. He still wants to show off in front of future generations, but I really can't imitate this kind of behavior, so I can't be reconciled."

Zhong Li comforted: "If Senior Brother Yang is here, his name will definitely go down in history, but it's a pity that Senior Brother is retreating at the bottom of the building."

"What, what do you mean?"

Yang Qianhuan's voice trembled a little.

"Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and others intercepted the emperor's clone outside the city and made outstanding contributions. They were nominated in this morning's announcement. Also, Xu Qi'an told me at the time that it would be fine if Senior Brother Yang didn't retreat.

"Your teleportation is very useful, but it's a pity that you are locked here by the teacher."

After Zhong Li finished speaking, Yang Qianhuan didn't respond for a while. She seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, she shrank her head, and slipped away in small steps.

A few seconds later, Yang Qianhuan's heartbreaking cry came from behind him:

"This Si Tianjian, don't wait!!!"

cloud state.

Where the mountains are overlapping, the majestic city is built on the mountain, the houses and attics are hidden in the forest, the crowds are like weaving, and it is very lively.

The name of this city is Qianlong!

The city has a population of more than 200,000, composed of Yunzhou commoners, scattered people from Jianghu, desperadoes, and the army. They make a living from farming and hunting.

The most powerful person in the city is the city lord. Under his governance, Qianlong City is in order, and even the desperadoes who have come here have to restrain their violent temperament obediently.

And those scattered people who were dissatisfied with the Dafeng court called Qianlong City a pure land and the city lord a virtuous lord.

As for the people who were taken captive from various parts of Yunzhou to increase the population, they settled here with peace of mind because they lived a relatively prosperous life here.

Outside Qianlong City, there are cottages used to garrison troops, responsible for looting, serving as defensive posts, and training recruits.

Outside the city, a group of soldiers led more than 300 militiamen to cut down trees and widen the roads, preparing to tamp the foundation in this area and build new houses to accommodate the refugees who have just arrived.

The leader was a handsome young man, bare-chested, with a big ax in his hand, chopping trees one by one.

The muscles bulged with his movements, full of masculine beauty.

An old man in Taoist robes stood aside, looking at this young master who was clearly cultivated to the highest level, but was struggling to cut down trees just like ordinary men.

The old Taoist sighed and said, "Young master, this piece of geomantic omen is so good, it's really a waste of money for refugees to live in."

"It's okay, it's okay, come to Qianlong City, we are all our own people."

The healthy young man wiped off his sweat and continued to cut.

The old Taoist with the Taoist name Jiaoye smiled freely. He was originally a wandering Taoist priest, and he learned a lot.

A few years ago, he was wanted by the local government because he was not angry with the dog officials who oppressed the good people. He was wanted by the local government, and then wandered to Yunzhou. By chance, he entered Qianlong City.

After staying here for a few years, he was appreciated by the seventh son of the city lord, Ji Xuan, who was the young man in front of him, and recruited him as a guest.

The old Taoist was a little apprehensive at first, after all, the wild cranes are used to the idle clouds, they don't know the rules, and they don't want to understand them, so they can't do the job of doing errands for others.

Unexpectedly, this young master is more idle than him, wandering around the city all day long, drinking and gambling with desperadoes, chatting with the people in the market about prey and harvest.

He is also a good hand at work, doing it by himself, working with soldiers and civilian husbands.

In Qianlong City, anyone who mentions Young Master Ji Xuan will show a friendly smile.

The Banana Leaf Master hates iron for not being a steel road:

"Young master, now that Ji Qian is dead, you should also show your strength and fight for the position of heir. Why are you so slack? You used to hide your strengths and bide your time, and I understand you poorly. If you don't fight now, when will you wait?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"Daoist, those things are mine if my father gives them to me. I can't take them away if I don't give them to me."

Banana Leaf stomped her feet in an old-fashioned way: "Then you have to behave yourself."

The young man stopped felling, raised the ax in his hand, and smiled brightly: "I have been doing it."

At this time, an armored guard came and said loudly: "Young Master Ji Xuan, the City Lord ordered you to go to Guanxing Pavilion."

The young man and the old man smiled at each other.

The Guanxing Pavilion is on the top of the mountain, so you can climb up and look far away.

Ji Xuan put on a brand new blue robe, and walked along the stone steps laid in the mountains, finally came to a forest garden.

"Young Master Xuan!"

The guards outside the forest garden bowed and clasped their fists.

Ji Xuan greeted the guards with a smile, stopped his pace, chatted a few words in a leisurely manner, and then entered the small garden.

After passing through the courtyard and attics, Ji Xuan stopped outside a small garden, and there were two guards in black standing at the door.

This is his father, the shadow guard of Qianlong City's lord.

There are not many black shadow guards, but every black shadow guard has at least five ranks of cultivation.

The two shadow guards clasped their hands without saying hello.

In front of them, Ji Xuan suppressed his smile, clasped his fists politely, and entered the garden.

He came to an attic with ease, and said respectfully: "Father, the national teacher."

The door of the attic opened automatically, and a mellow and gentle voice came from inside: "Come in!"

Ji Xuan stepped over the threshold and entered the lobby on the first floor.

The candlelight is bright, the curtains are low, the floor of the lobby is covered with expensive knitted lichen, and there are four-legged golden beasts on the table, exhaling sandalwood incense.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe sat on a big chair and looked at Ji Xuan majesticly. This was his seventh son, the seventh son who was not doing business properly.

"Father!"

Without squinting, Ji Xuan bowed and cupped his hands again, and shouted.

Then, he looked at the white robe sitting cross-legged behind the hanging curtain, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "National teacher!"

The middle-aged man in the purple robe said slowly: "The spirit of the dragon veins has been destroyed, and the foundation of Dafeng has been cut. It is foreseeable that the Central Plains will be in chaos."

Ji Xuan said with a smile:

"Congratulations to father, congratulations to the national teacher, you will achieve a great cause."

Sitting cross-legged in white, she was silent.

The middle-aged man in the purple robe shook his head and said regretfully, "Although the dragon's veins are destroyed, the luck has not been taken out."

This... Ji Xuan showed a look of surprise, showing a little seriousness on his gentle and friendly face, and said, "Isn't it possible for the national teacher to do it himself?"

The white clothes behind the curtain let out a "hey":

"Not only failed, but almost died in the capital. I never underestimated the supervisor, but I underestimated him."

Hearing this, Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes, even the national teacher almost died in the capital, one can imagine how tragic the battle was at that time.

The national teacher mentioned him, referring to the container in the capital, his cousin Xu Qi'an?

What did Xu Qi'an do again? According to what the national teacher said, it seemed that he had stumbled a lot.

He has been paying attention to that cousin who was regarded as a container since he was born. No, to be precise, it's people from their lineage who are secretly paying attention.

The eldest son Ji Qian, who was given high hopes by the family, was enraged with jealousy because of his constant attention. He used the excuse of going out to travel, but actually provoked and caused trouble, and was beheaded by Xu Qi'an in Jianzhou.

Xu Qi'an's talent is known to everyone, but it is really unbelievable to say that he can destroy the plan of the national teacher and make the national teacher almost stumble.

The white robe behind the curtain sighed: "He is already the third grade, and he has known my identity for a long time, and he has made plans in secret. He and Jianzheng joined forces, and no one in the world can compare these two."

Ji Xuan, the third-rank's own talent is superior to that of his son Ji Qian, squinted his eyes, and clicked twice:

"My cousin, I'm afraid he is the number one person in Kyushu. A tiger father has no dogs."

A third-rank martial artist in his early twenties is unique among his peers in Kyushu.

The middle-aged man in the purple robe said: "His cultivation has been sealed by the magic nail, and his path to martial arts has been cut off."

Ji Xuan nodded, and looked at the white clothes in the curtain.

Xu Pingfeng said: "The only one in Buddhism who is willing to unseal the magic nail for him is Duer Arhat, but this means that he has to enter Buddhism and mold the Buddha's body, and the four elements are empty.

"Outside of Buddhism, only Shenshu can unseal the magic nail. He should look for Shenshu's remnant body, which will inevitably conflict with Buddhism."

Ji Xuansong commented: "It's a pity."

The middle-aged man in purple robe looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "Xuan'er, I called you here this time for a test."

Ji Xuan bowed: "Please tell me clearly, father."

The middle-aged man in purple robe said slowly:

"The spirit of the dragon veins fell apart and scattered across the Central Plains. The rest of the scattered dragon qi don't need to be taken care of, but the nine dragon qi are very important. You go to the rivers and lakes, find the people who are boarded by the nine dragon qi, and subdue them.

"Among the nine, kill four and keep five, and bring five back to Qianlong City to enhance our luck. The four will refine with a large formation, supplemented by blood pills, and help you step into the third rank."

While speaking, the middle-aged man in the purple robe took out a rosewood box from his sleeve.

Ji Xuan's eyes fell on the box, and it was difficult to move away.

The middle-aged man in the purple robe opened the box, and on the yellow silk was a dull crimson pill, the size of an egg.

"This is five hundred years ago, one of our ancestors was severely injured by Emperor Wuzong, and left behind when he was dying. It is a shortcut for the fourth rank to be promoted to the third rank, but people with great luck must be able to withstand the backlash of the blood pill.

"The national teacher has calculated that the four dragon qi are enough for you to refine blood pills and be promoted to the third rank."

Blood pills are indeed precious, but as a top force with sufficient background, it is not difficult to obtain. Except for the legacy of third-rank warriors, refining creatures can also get blood pills.

The difficulty is that if the fourth grade wants to take the shortcut of swallowing the blood pill, it is almost certain to die.

Either you are a third-rank yourself, and you are not afraid of the backlash of the blood pill, but can strengthen your own blood; or you have great luck, and you can hope to survive the backlash.

The representative of the former is King Zhenbei, and the representative of the latter is Xu Qi'an.

Of course, Xu Qi'an not only possesses great luck, but his physical body has also undergone a little transformation with the blood of the gods, double insurance.

Ji Xuan took a deep breath, stretched out his hands trembling slightly, and said loudly:

"The child will live up to his father's expectations."

What he received with both hands was not only a huge gift, but also a kind of inheritance.

Although his father had never designated an heir, as the eldest son, Ji Qian was recognized by everyone as the strongest contender. A group of brothers were eager to move and compete secretly.

It is self-evident what his father gave him this test, this brocade box.

After Ji Xuan took the brocade box, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and muttered:

"The matter of the spirit of the dragon veins is of great importance. Although the child has confidence, he feels that it is not safe enough. Why doesn't the national teacher take action himself?"

The white clothes behind the curtain said lightly: "I was backlashed by luck, and I was seriously injured. I need to retreat and recuperate."

Luck backfired, didn't it mean that luck was not extracted from Xu Qi'an? Ji Xuan didn't ask much, and said:

"Ji Xuan understands."

The middle-aged man in Zipao said: "I will send several experts from Keqingtang to accompany you to find the spirit of the dragon veins and set off in three days."

"yes!"

Ji Xuandao.

The man in purple waved his hand, and after Ji Xuan got down, he looked at the warlock in white and said:

"Compared to other concubines and concubines, Ji Xuan is outstanding in both talent and talent. What's even more rare is that he knows how to hide his strength and bide his time. No matter what he thinks in his heart, if he can do this, the future can be expected."

The warlock in white said: "He is also the most prestigious among all your sons."

The middle-aged man in the purple robe narrowed his eyes: "You have already chosen him?"

After a pause, he said, "I remember you said that warlocks cannot extract the spirit of dragon veins."

The warlock in white closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

With the sandalwood box in his arms, Ji Xuan left the attic, shook his head and sighed, "This thing is really hot."

After walking for a while, I ran into a girl in a purple dress, with black hair like a waterfall, tied with a purple ribbon, simple and elegant.

"Seventh brother!"

The girl in the purple skirt smiled reservedly, and said, "Mother, please go over, I have something to ask you."

"Auntie looking for me?"

Ji Xuan pondered for a while, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Okay, please ask my cousin to lead the way."

PS: Recommend a book by the old devil boy: "Tomorrow's Fire Stealer". The setting is very interesting, and the old devil boy's brain and level are still guaranteed.