Song of Adolescence

Moon rises at night.

The noisy Apocalypse City finally calmed down, and even in the imperial city, only the people who watched the night walked and made a little noise. Li Fansong and Feixuan hid near the bedroom of Emperor Tianzheng, watching this quiet imperial city silently.

"Even the most prosperous city in the world, it is so quiet in the middle of the night." Li Fansong yawned, "Where are all the problems."

Feixuan frowned slightly and did not answer him. After a long time, Li Fansong's low snoring sound came from beside him. Fei Xuan sighed, still observing the surrounding movement attentively, but after more than an hour there was still no sound. A burst of sleepiness struck, and Fei Xuan's deep thoughts also began to be a little trance. His head lowered little by little, little by little.

There seemed to be a soft song of birds in the sky.

I didn't see a bird calling all night, why did it suddenly appear at this time?

Fei Xuan thought silently in his heart, but he was sleepy but couldn't stop it. He smiled lowly: it was just the birdsong. He buried his head in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, he saw a middle-aged Taoist man standing on the top of the green mountain, wearing a robes of airlessness. The Taoist smiled at him slightly: "Fei Xuan, you have come down the mountain this time, can you tell me about it? What's your story?"

"Master Master..." Feixuan ran over with a smile.

"Ding!" The sound of a sword sounded like thunder, and the dream was torn apart in an instant. Feixuan was awakened from the dream. For a moment, he was already sweating behind him. He raised his head and found that Li Fansong was also awake at this moment. He was wearing his waist. The Qingxiao sword in between is constantly screaming.

Feixuan was taken aback, then looked up at the sky: "It's loneliness."

Li Fansong nodded: "Very powerful loneliness array." He looked in the direction of the birdsong: "There are birdsong, but you can't see them. The birds are outside of loneliness?"

Feixuan closed his eyes and listened for a moment, then shook his head: "No, there is no bird song, this is the bird song simulated by the sound of the flute. The sound of the flute will make people fall into a dream, and when you enter a dream, everything is controlled by him ."

Li Fansong held the Qingxiao sword: "It seems that the sound of the flute is the one who murdered the emperor. Can you find him?"

Feixuan took out a talisman seal from his arms, and threw it forward: "Take us to find him."

"Why come and look, I'm here." A slightly smiling voice remembered that the scenery around Feixuan and Li Fansong suddenly changed suddenly, and the two of them instantly entered a lonely house from outside the emperor's bedroom. In the middle of the house, there is an old bench in the house. On the bench sits a young Taoist man in feathers, smiling and looking at them: "I thought that the loneliness technique can I lived with you, but I didn't expect it to be destroyed by a sword."

Li Fansong looked at this person's appearance, and immediately had an answer in his heart: "Longhushan Yuyi Qingxiang, you are Wang Chuan."

Wang Chuan nodded, "Good eyesight."

Longhu Mountain is no less inferior to Wudang Mountain on the rivers and lakes. Qingcheng Mountain is an authentic Taoist gate. Although no one enters the Shiqin Tianjian, it is also highly valued by the Xiao family. Why would he suddenly enter the palace to murder the emperor? Feixuan couldn't understand it, and was about to speak, but saw Wang Chuan wave his hand: "Don't ask, because I can't say it."

"It is rumored that you are the most talented disciple of Longhushan's generation, but are you not afraid of the destruction of Longhushan?" Li Fansong said coldly.

Wang Chuan shrugged: "Do you know that if a Taoist like us enters the apocalypse, he will be monitored by Honghu Temple?"

Feixuan and Li Fansong were taken aback, and Wang Chuan continued: "Honghu Temple is in charge of religious affairs in the world. Buddhism, Taoism, and Manichaeism are actually under its jurisdiction. Although Qintianjian is the head of Taoism, it is actually there. Under its watch. From the day I stepped into the Apocalypse City, Honghe Temple has been staring at me. And I want to step into this place... Your national teacher has imposed three restrictions."

Feixuan and Li Fansong glanced at each other and suddenly realized, "The emperor let you in."

Wang Chuan smiled and said, "I didn't say anything."

"Why?" Feixuan puzzled.

Li Fansong thought: "Just because we are friends of that person, can the emperor not tolerate us in Tianqi City?"

Wang Chuan stood up, waved his hand, and the chair under the seat retreated back: "Many people want to understand this relationship, but you don't. The emperor is open-minded, and he can accommodate you in the Qin Tianjian. It is his national teacher who can not tolerate Qingcheng Mountain, but he is not the most loyal to him."

"National Teacher?" Feixuan frowned, "Are you talking about me?"

Wang Chuan smiled and said: "Before Qi Tianchen died, he asked several celestial teachers to pass on his position. A Taoist boy who became a national teacher before he was nine years old is indeed a good story. It's a pity... "

Li Fansong snorted coldly, and the Qingxiao Sword was unsheathed instantly: "It turns out that all this is a game. The emperor is cursed, and the lonely formation is just to lead us into the game. In fact, the emperor wants to kill us, so why bother to send someone? Come and kill it."

"You are wrong, the emperor doesn't want to kill you, kill you, the legendary prince will not let go, what he has to do is let me keep you." Wang Chuan looked at the sky and said quietly.

Li Fansong frowned: "When will you keep it?"

"Tomorrow will be almost at this time." Wang Chuan still looked at the sky, although the sky was dark and there was nothing.

Feixuan sighed: "It's the Daoist Convention. Your Majesty is afraid that I will win the Daoist Convention. Coupled with the support of a few old celestial masters, I will become a national teacher without fail."

Wang Chuan didn't reply. He just looked at the sky slowly and slowly condensed a few clouds. He smiled: "The formation is complete!" He lowered his head, raised his hand, and then dropped.

Three thunderstorms started!

"Little Master!" Fei Xuan shouted fiercely, and Li Fansong immediately pierced out with a sword, completely ignoring the terrifying thunder.

Wang Chuan was startled and retreated: "Are you not afraid of death?"

"Yin!" Fei Xuan raised his head and shouted again, only to see that the three thunders followed his "Yin" and all fell on him. A thin layer of purple gas was enveloped in him, and he resisted these three thunders abruptly. Although the thunder was extremely powerful, although the purple gas seemed to be meager, it did not break open at all.

Wang Chuan stretched out his hand to clamp the Qingxiao sword, and his body spun suddenly, but it also turned into a thunder, and rushed towards Feixuan, only to be beaten back by Feixuan.

There was sweat on Feixuan's forehead, and he was breathing heavily.

Li Fansong took the sword and stood, as if he didn't intend to give his full strength immediately.

Wang Chuan staggered back three steps and said with a wry smile: "I thought a little Taoist boy, why bother to spend such a big time, now I understand it. It's really a powerful dragon and elephant!"