Su Yiwen Lingzhao

It is Weng Jiu.

Su Yi was not surprised. After entering Jiuding City, he realized that the Daxia soldiers scattered in the city had already seen his identity.

It would be strange if Weng Jiu didn't come to see him.

"Fellow Daoist, my master has already sent someone to clean the Qingyun courtyard, and I'm waiting for you to come."

Weng Jiu said with a smile, "In addition, when you settle down properly, my master will come to visit fellow Daoists in person."

He looked happy.

"Qingyun Courtyard?"

Su Yi couldn't help showing a hint of memory, and said, "Let's go."

Immediately, the group boarded the bronze chariot and went with Weng Jiu to the Qingyun Courtyard by the Jinlin Lake in Qinglongfang.

The spring is just right, the warm wind is blowing, and the green willows are new.

Qingyun Courtyard has a new look.

Su Yi still remembers that when he left, the weather was cold and the ground was freezing, frost killed all kinds of grass, and the grass and trees in the courtyard withered, a scene of loneliness and desolation.

Now that I come again, I will see the blossoms and trees, the lush forests and the bamboos, the ponds and streams flowing like jade belts, and the spring is everywhere.

However, just looking at the courtyard for a moment, Su Yi's nose twitched slightly, and said, "Someone lived here before?"

Weng Jiu couldn't help being surprised, and said, "How did you find out?"

Su Yi smiled and said, "I just happened to smell a different breath."

"So it is."

By the time they moved out."

After a pause, he continued: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, everything in Qingyun Xiaoyuan has been changed again."

Su Yi didn't care about this, he said with great interest, "Can you tell me about Xia Qingyuan's mother?"

Weng Jiu hesitated for a moment, then said: "Fellow Daoist, Xiao Lao does not dare to discuss this matter, can only say that the mother of His Royal Highness Qing Yuan was once the most favorite woman of the Lord. But he left Daxia many years ago. As for other things... If fellow Daoists are really interested, it's best to ask my Patriarch."

Su Yi smiled and said, "Alright."

When everything was set up properly, Weng Jiu hurried away.

Su Yi took out the rattan chair and sat lazily by the courtyard pond.

The water in the pond is shimmering, the lotus leaves are floating, and groups of carp swim around.

"We haven't seen them for months, but these fish are hungry and thin."

Su Yi took some moon crickets as bait and threw them into the pond, which immediately attracted groups of carp to scramble for it.

"Brother Su, I plan to take Shizun and Qing Ya to go shopping in the city, but you?"

Wen Xinzhao came, and smiled.

The girl has bright eyes, a beautiful face, and a simple and beautiful temperament.

"You go."

Su Yi lacked interest.

He has never been interested in shopping, but occasionally he is interested, and he will go for a walk in the noisy red dust.

"Oh, here we go."

Wen Xinzhao waved.

Soon, I went out with the real person Hanyan and Qingya.

Time ticks by.

The shadows of the flowers and trees in the courtyard gradually shifted, and the light and shadow were interlaced.

Su Yi was lying in the rattan chair, seemingly asleep, but in fact he was condensing the power of the Great Dao in the spiritual palace of the body.

On the way to Daxia, he has been smelting the five elements, wind and thunder, and yin and yang.

Up to now, the three kinds of exquisite Taoism have been initially blended

, gradually revealing a completely different charm.

That is the breath that belongs to the Taoist meaning of "Original Beginning".

"One percent of the spiritual palace is like the mother furnace of the human body, the great road, and the source of refining. This is the 'big' of the spiritual monk and the beginning of the spiritual path."

"When I really condense the three kinds of unrivaled Dao rhymes into the original Dao meaning, and I have the power of the Dao, I can really be regarded as a 'spiritual way'."

"However, the tempering of Yuanshi Taoism requires water grinding time..."

Su Yi thought silently.

The way of Yuan Dao is to cultivate Dao rhyme.

The path of spirituality is the meaning of cultivation!

The polishing and tempering of Taoism is also divided into four stages: subtle, small, large, and perfect.

Twilight is coming.

The sunset is magnificent and gorgeous.

The original appearance of Taoism has a similar charm.

Suddenly, a figure passed over the wall and came to the courtyard.

This is a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, his face is as warm as jade, and he is holding a jade fan.

He is obviously an uninvited character, but he seems to come to the home yard, calmly and leisurely.

The middle-aged Huangpao glanced around and landed on Su Yi, who was sitting in the rattan chair on the side of the pond, and said, "Little guy, are you the only one here?"

Su Yi absentmindedly said: "There is another demon."

"Demon?"

The middle-aged Huangpao was surprised, "Where, why didn't I see it?"

Su Yi said, "Aren't you a demon?"

The middle-aged Huangpao's pupils were slightly condensed, and he smiled and said: "I didn't see it, you little guy has vicious eyesight! I heard that Emperor Xia has a distinguished guest who wants to live in this Qingyun courtyard. Shouldn't it be...is it you?"

Su Yi was sitting lazily on the rattan chair, without raising his eyelids, he said slowly, "Don't talk nonsense, just tell me your purpose."

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe frowned, and he couldn't help but look at Su Yi again.

After thinking about it, the middle-aged Huangpao said: "I have nothing else to do here, I just want to see what the distinguished guests of Emperor Xia look like, and what kind of cultivation and harmony they are. origin."

"Really, I thought it was the enemy who came to kill me."

Su Yi stretched his waist in the rattan chair, stood up loosely, and said casually, "In this case, I will not embarrass you, leave an arm, you can leave alive."

The middle-aged yellow robe was stunned, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

Immediately, he laughed dumbly, clapped the jade fan in his hand, and a strange purple flame flashed in his eyes, and said, "Then... I'm afraid it depends on whether you have strength."

The nearby flowers and trees trembled violently.

The swarms of carp swimming in the pond were all stiff and motionless in the water.

The surging airflow in the void seems to stop at this moment.

An eerie still depressing atmosphere envelops the courtyard.

"Look, you can't move now, your soul is lost, your state of mind is taken away, in my eyes, and the little lamb who is left to slaughter

No difference. "

At the same time, the middle-aged Huangpao smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I didn't come to kill you, it's just because your attitude was too bad before, so I gave a little punishment."

Speaking, he raised his chin, his eyes filled with playfulness, and said, "Come on, kneel down for grandpa first, and kowtow three times to listen."

Su Yi, who had been standing quietly on the side of the rattan chair, finally couldn't hold back and laughed.

The middle-aged Huang Pao froze for a moment, then his pupils contracted, as if he was greatly frightened, and lost his voice: "You... When did you wake up?"

Su Yidao: "Although the 'Spirit of the Soul Capture' technique of the Purple Moon Fox clan is good, it seems that you haven't practiced it well, so I have been awake before."

Yellow robe middle-aged: "…"

His body froze and his face changed completely.

And to deal with the characters in the spirit state, it is even more so, and has never been lost!

But now, just a teenager, but not affected at all, how can this not surprise the middle-aged Huangpao?

Shhh!

The middle-aged figure in the yellow robe flashed and swept away.

Undoubtedly, he realized that something was wrong, and he planned to get away as soon as possible!

But the figure was still in the air, and a calm voice suddenly sounded in my ear:

"What do you do when you walk in a panic, you can also try my soul-defying technique."

"Duh!"

A Daoyin sounded like Hong Zhong Dalu, which slammed violently in the middle-aged soul of the yellow robe.

"Not good!"

The middle-aged yellow robe turned pale with fright, and the spirits of the dead were about to struggle.

"Come on, kneel down first, I won't let you call me grandpa, kowtow three times and listen."

I underestimated a sentence, but it sounded like a divine voice.

Soon, his eyes were dull and empty, his expression was lost, like a walking corpse, he knelt there and kowtowed to the ground.

Boom! boom! boom!

Kowtow three times, the ground made a heart-pounding muffled sound.

Su Yi, who had already sat back in the rattan chair, looked at the middle-aged Huangpao indifferently, and said, "What's your name?"

The middle-aged man in yellow robe knelt on the ground, his eyes were empty, and he said with a blank expression: "Pu Huai."

"Who sent you?"

"Saint Pu Surong."

"Who is she?"

"I am the thirteenth saint of the Purple Moon Fox clan, the sister of the patriarch."

"Why did she bring you here?"

"This place was originally the sojourn place prepared by Emperor Xia for the saint, but Emperor Xia expelled the saint two days ago because of a distinguished guest. I felt uncomfortable, so I I will come to see, what is the sacred place of the distinguished guest in the mouth of Xia Huang."

Su Yi heard this, and finally understood vaguely, "Pu Surong...is Xia Qingyuan's mother?"

The middle-aged Huangpao said: "Xia Qingyuan? No, the daughter of the saint is called Pu Qingyuan."

Su Yi snorted, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Do you recognize Ruohuan?"

As early as when he entered Qingyun Courtyard, he smelled a faint fragrance, and recognized that it was the unique "body fragrance" of the Purple Moon Fox Clan.

At the beginning, he thought it was the girl in yellow dress named "Ruohuan" that he had seen in Daqin had appeared here.

But now it seems that it is obviously not the same thing!

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ps: I made you wait for a long time, hug~