Chapter 141
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In front of the desk, by candlelight.
Su Yi opened a secret scroll sent by Huang Qianjun.
"Before you find out about the relationship between Cha Jin and the Great Wei 'Yue Lun Sect', don't panic."
"If his identity is confirmed, he will be captured alive and sent to Yujing City."
"If you need help, you can go to the county governor's mansion with my jade token. Qin Wenyuan will definitely be able to help you."
"As for my sixth brother, you don't need to intervene."
"This secret volume will be burned 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.
Da Zhou and Da Wei were evenly divided, and the confrontation and conflict between the two countries were also the most frequent, and there were constant wars all year round.
Dayan has always been sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight.
After all, if the two tigers fight, Dayan is the most beneficial.
"Great Wei Yuelun Sect... Cha Jin's identity is really not simple. It is most likely a chess piece that Great Wei placed beside the second prince."
"Qin Wenyuan turned out to be the second prince's person. If you count it like this, whether I kill this Nan Wenxiang or not today, 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. It is said that the national teacher Hong Canshang decided according to the gossip.
They are Gan, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui.
Like the sixth prince, he is called Zhou Zhili.
The second prince was 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 shredded the dense scroll, his eyes were deep and dull.
Conflict in the secular world is also an experience.
Those who were born, experienced the natural calamities of heaven and earth.
Those who enter the world have experienced the calamity of the red dust refining the heart.
Both are indispensable.
He Su Xuanjun was reborn here, how could he be afraid of the slap of the turbid waves of red dust?
Without further thinking, as before, Su Yi began to practice boring and hard.
The night is getting darker.
Outside Hulu Alley, the lights are dim.
A desolate old man 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. He was tall and thin, with a hunched back and hunched waist when he walked, looking like he was dying.
After a while, the old man suddenly turned around and came to a stall selling wontons on the side of the street, and said, "Here's a bowl."
He sat down at will.
The seller of wontons was a lean man, and when he heard the words, he quickly got busy.
It didn't take long for a bowl of steaming wontons to be served.
The old man didn't eat, and his turbid eyes showed a hint of emotion, "The disciples of the Yin Shamen are all mixed up to the point where they want to sell wontons to survive. It's getting more and more unbearable."
The lean man's face changed suddenly, he put down the spoon in his hand and fled.
puff!
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 even look at it, he 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 smacked his lips and got up.
This time, without any hesitation, he walked into the depths of Hulu Alley.
Until he came to Zhuo An Xiaoju.
The old man took out a bone flute from his arms and 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 quietly opened his eyes, frowning slightly, why did all the ghosts and ghosts run out tonight?
Is this not going to stop people?
Almost at the same time, Qing Wan's panicked voice sounded in the soul raising gourd: "Immortal Master, someone is going to force me to take me away with the soul-controlling technique..."
Su Yi couldn't help but be surprised that he came here for Qingwan?
Clang!
The Yuxuan Sword was unsheathed, and the body of the sword was pressed horizontally on the Soul Cultivation Gourd.
"Don't panic, I'll go take a look."
Su Yi said, carrying the Yingzi sword, and walked out of the door.
It is late at night, the stars are bright and the moon is bright, and all sounds are silent.
There was a faint whistle of the 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 keep Qingwan by your side, you may bring disaster. This old man hopes that you can return him."
Standing in the courtyard, Su Yi suddenly said, "Weng Yunqi?"
A chill appeared on the eyes of the old man in linen, "It seems that my unworthy disciple Wu Rouqiu was killed by the son."
The two were talking 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 sackclothed old man sounded, Su Yi's figure jumped to the top of the wall like an arrow from a string.
What surprised him was that the voice was still echoing, but he only saw a figure that had already escaped from the Hulu Alley far away 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 tug of war, after all, Zhuo An Xiaoju was not the only one.
"Weng Yunqi must be carrying that piece of soul jade on his body. Perhaps it was with this jade that he sensed Qingwan's aura and found this place."
When Su Yi thought about it, he turned around and returned to the room.
Weng Yunqi and Wu Ruoqiu, their master and apprentice, took away three treasures when they betrayed Yin Shamen back then, a mysterious soul jade, a dense scroll for raising ghosts and corpses, and a soul raising gourd.
Among them, Mijuan, Soul Raising Gourd, and Qingwan were all under Wu Rouqiu's control at the beginning, but after Wu Rouqiu's death, they all fell into Su Yi's hands.
Only the mysterious soul jade is not there.
And when he was in Guimu Mountain, through the confessions of the descendants of the Yin evil clan, 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. That's fine. When you find the soul jade, you may be able to find out some clues about Qingwan's life experience."
Su Yi knew that as long as Qingwan was by his side, he didn't have to worry about Weng Yunqi's disappearance.
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."
"Immortal Master, did someone from Yin Shamen come to me?"
A 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."
"Um!"
...
Outside Hulu Alley.
Next to the wonton stand, a person squatted in front of the corpse of the lean man killed by bamboo chopsticks, looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help frowning.
"This old man Weng Yunqi is too ruthless, he even kills the stalking scoundrels. Could it be that he has already 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 Gonzhou Branch of Yinsha Gate.
He took out a bloody 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 the 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 the style of my Yin Shamen to make a fortune."
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, there are some eyebrows. The money on this dead man belongs to you. I have to go and collect the reward first."
The old beggar stood up and hurried away.
After half an hour.
In a long abandoned mansion in the city.
In the middle of the night, a glamorous woman looked at the altar just built in front of her with satisfaction.
The altar is three feet high and is made up of countless snow-white arm bones, with nine blood-colored skulls on top.
Next to each skull, there is a black soul-calling banner.
"If the rudder master hadn't come up with so many precious materials, this 'spirit-bound blood corpse' formation would not have been able to be arranged at all."
The beautiful lady said softly.
Corpse Lady Liu Xianglan!
"With this formation, we will wait if we have a hole card."
On the other side, the old man in the old Taoist robe nodded.
Xueheng Taoist!
The second-level master of the furnace-raising realm!
The two were talking to each other when suddenly 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've probably pinpointed 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?"
Daoist 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."
Daoist Xueheng's eyes flickered and said: "From tomorrow onwards, 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 ever agree to take action?"
Liu Xianglan asked suddenly.
"No."
Daoist Xueheng let out a long sigh, and said a little depressedly, "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, and was unwilling to 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 actually 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 confusing and turbulent, and it is not appropriate to stay for a long time."
Speaking of which, he pointed to the altar made of white bones, "Cover it up so that no one will notice it. Our goal this time is Weng Yunqi, and we'll leave as soon as it's done!"
Chu Shilang and Liu Xianglan both nodded.
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In front of the desk, by candlelight.
Su Yi opened a secret scroll sent by Huang Qianjun.
"Before you find out about the relationship between Cha Jin and the Great Wei 'Yue Lun Sect', don't panic."
"If his identity is confirmed, he will be captured alive and sent to Yujing City."
"If you need help, you can go to the county governor's mansion with my jade token. Qin Wenyuan will definitely be able to help you."
"As for my sixth brother, you don't need to intervene."
"This secret volume will be burned 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.
Da Zhou and Da Wei were evenly divided, and the confrontation and conflict between the two countries were also the most frequent, and there were constant wars all year round.
Dayan has always been sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight.
After all, if the two tigers fight, Dayan is the most beneficial.
"Great Wei Yuelun Sect... Cha Jin's identity is really not simple. It is most likely a chess piece that Great Wei placed beside the second prince."
"Qin Wenyuan turned out to be the second prince's person. If you count it like this, whether I kill this Nan Wenxiang or not today, 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. It is said that the national teacher Hong Canshang decided according to the gossip.
They are Gan, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui.
Like the sixth prince, he is called Zhou Zhili.
The second prince was 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 shredded the dense scroll, his eyes were deep and dull.
Conflict in the secular world is also an experience.
Those who were born, experienced the natural calamities of heaven and earth.
Those who enter the world have experienced the calamity of the red dust refining the heart.
Both are indispensable.
He Su Xuanjun was reborn here, how could he be afraid of the slap of the turbid waves of red dust?
Without further thinking, as before, Su Yi began to practice boring and hard.
The night is getting darker.
Outside Hulu Alley, the lights are dim.
A desolate old man 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. He was tall and thin, with a hunched back and hunched waist when he walked, looking like he was dying.
After a while, the old man suddenly turned around and came to a stall selling wontons on the side of the street, and said, "Here's a bowl."
He sat down at will.
The seller of wontons was a lean man, and when he heard the words, he quickly got busy.
It didn't take long for a bowl of steaming wontons to be served.
The old man didn't eat, and his turbid eyes showed a hint of emotion, "The disciples of the Yin Shamen are all mixed up to the point where they want to sell wontons to survive. It's getting more and more unbearable."
The lean man's face changed suddenly, he put down the spoon in his hand and fled.
puff!
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 even look at it, he 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 smacked his lips and got up.
This time, without any hesitation, he walked into the depths of Hulu Alley.
Until he came to Zhuo An Xiaoju.
The old man took out a bone flute from his arms and 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 quietly opened his eyes, frowning slightly, why did all the ghosts and ghosts run out tonight?
Is this not going to stop people?
Almost at the same time, Qing Wan's panicked voice sounded in the soul raising gourd: "Immortal Master, someone is going to force me to take me away with the soul-controlling technique..."
Su Yi couldn't help but be surprised that he came here for Qingwan?
Clang!
The Yuxuan Sword was unsheathed, and the body of the sword was pressed horizontally on the Soul Cultivation Gourd.
"Don't panic, I'll go take a look."
Su Yi said, carrying the Yingzi sword, and walked out of the door.
It is late at night, the stars are bright and the moon is bright, and all sounds are silent.
There was a faint whistle of the 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 keep Qingwan by your side, you may bring disaster. This old man hopes that you can return him."
Standing in the courtyard, Su Yi suddenly said, "Weng Yunqi?"
A chill appeared on the eyes of the old man in linen, "It seems that my unworthy disciple Wu Rouqiu was killed by the son."
The two were talking 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 sackclothed old man sounded, Su Yi's figure jumped to the top of the wall like an arrow from a string.
What surprised him was that the voice was still echoing, but he only saw a figure that had already escaped from the Hulu Alley far away 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 tug of war, after all, Zhuo An Xiaoju was not the only one.
"Weng Yunqi must be carrying that piece of soul jade on his body. Perhaps it was with this jade that he sensed Qingwan's aura and found this place."
When Su Yi thought about it, he turned around and returned to the room.
Weng Yunqi and Wu Ruoqiu, their master and apprentice, took away three treasures when they betrayed Yin Shamen back then, a mysterious soul jade, a dense scroll for raising ghosts and corpses, and a soul raising gourd.
Among them, Mijuan, Soul Raising Gourd, and Qingwan were all under Wu Rouqiu's control at the beginning, but after Wu Rouqiu's death, they all fell into Su Yi's hands.
Only the mysterious soul jade is not there.
And when he was in Guimu Mountain, through the confessions of the descendants of the Yin evil clan, 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. That's fine. When you find the soul jade, you may be able to find out some clues about Qingwan's life experience."
Su Yi knew that as long as Qingwan was by his side, he didn't have to worry about Weng Yunqi's disappearance.
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."
"Immortal Master, did someone from Yin Shamen come to me?"
A 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."
"Um!"
...
Outside Hulu Alley.
Next to the wonton stand, a person squatted in front of the corpse of the lean man killed by bamboo chopsticks, looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help frowning.
"This old man Weng Yunqi is too ruthless, he even kills the stalking scoundrels. Could it be that he has already 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 Gonzhou Branch of Yinsha Gate.
He took out a bloody 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 the 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 the style of my Yin Shamen to make a fortune."
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, there are some eyebrows. The money on this dead man belongs to you. I have to go and collect the reward first."
The old beggar stood up and hurried away.
After half an hour.
In a long abandoned mansion in the city.
In the middle of the night, a glamorous woman looked at the altar just built in front of her with satisfaction.
The altar is three feet high and is made up of countless snow-white arm bones, with nine blood-colored skulls on top.
Next to each skull, there is a black soul-calling banner.
"If the rudder master hadn't come up with so many precious materials, this 'spirit-bound blood corpse' formation would not have been able to be arranged at all."
The beautiful lady said softly.
Corpse Lady Liu Xianglan!
"With this formation, we will wait if we have a hole card."
On the other side, the old man in the old Taoist robe nodded.
Xueheng Taoist!
The second-level master of the furnace-raising realm!
The two were talking to each other when suddenly 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've probably pinpointed 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?"
Daoist 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."
Daoist Xueheng's eyes flickered and said: "From tomorrow onwards, 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 ever agree to take action?"
Liu Xianglan asked suddenly.
"No."
Daoist Xueheng let out a long sigh, and said a little depressedly, "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, and was unwilling to 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 actually 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 confusing and turbulent, and it is not appropriate to stay for a long time."
Speaking of which, he pointed to the altar made of white bones, "Cover it up so that no one will notice it. Our goal this time is Weng Yunqi, and we'll leave as soon as it's done!"
Chu Shilang and Liu Xianglan both nodded.
In front of the desk, by candlelight. Su Yi opened a secret scroll sent by Huang Qianjun. "Before you find out about the relationship between Cha Jin and the Great Wei 'Yue Lun Sect', don't panic." "If his identity is confirmed, he will be captured alive and sent to Yujing City." "If you need help, you can go to the county governor's mansion with my jade token. Qin Wenyuan will definitely be able to help you." "As for my sixth brother, you don't need to intervene." "This secret volume will be burned 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. Da Zhou and Da Wei were evenly divided, and the confrontation and conflict between the two countries were also the most frequent, and there were constant wars all year round. Dayan has always been sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight. After all, if the two tigers fight, Dayan is the most beneficial. "Great Wei Yuelun Sect... Cha Jin's identity is really not simple. It is most likely a chess piece that Great Wei placed beside the second prince." "Qin Wenyuan turned out to be the second prince's person. If you count it like this, whether I kill this Nan Wenxiang or not today, 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. It is said that the national teacher Hong Canshang decided according to the gossip. They are Gan, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui. Like the sixth prince, he is called Zhou Zhili. The second prince was 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 shredded the dense scroll, his eyes were deep and dull. Conflict in the secular world is also an experience. Those who were born, experienced the natural calamities of heaven and earth. Those who enter the world have experienced the calamity of the red dust refining the heart. Both are indispensable. He Su Xuanjun was reborn here, how could he be afraid of the slap of the turbid waves of red dust? Without further thinking, as before, Su Yi began to practice boring and hard. The night is getting darker. Outside Hulu Alley, the lights are dim. A desolate old man 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. He was tall and thin, with a hunched back and hunched waist when he walked, looking like he was dying. After a while, the old man suddenly turned around and came to a stall selling wontons on the side of the street, and said, "Here's a bowl." He sat down at will. The seller of wontons was a lean man, and when he heard the words, he quickly got busy. It didn't take long for a bowl of steaming wontons to be served. The old man didn't eat, and his turbid eyes showed a hint of emotion, "The disciples of the Yin Shamen are all mixed up to the point where they want to sell wontons to survive. It's getting more and more unbearable." The lean man's face changed suddenly, he put down the spoon in his hand and fled. puff! 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 even look at it, he 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 smacked his lips and got up. This time, without any hesitation, he walked into the depths of Hulu Alley. Until he came to Zhuo An Xiaoju. The old man took out a bone flute from his arms and 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 quietly opened his eyes, frowning slightly, why did all the ghosts and ghosts run out tonight? Is this not going to stop people? Almost at the same time, Qing Wan's panicked voice sounded in the soul raising gourd: "Immortal Master, someone is going to force me to take me away with the soul-controlling technique..." Su Yi couldn't help but be surprised that he came here for Qingwan? Clang! The Yuxuan Sword was unsheathed, and the body of the sword was pressed horizontally on the Soul Cultivation Gourd. "Don't panic, I'll go take a look." Su Yi said, carrying the Yingzi sword, and walked out of the door. It is late at night, the stars are bright and the moon is bright, and all sounds are silent. There was a faint whistle of the 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 keep Qingwan by your side, you may bring disaster. This old man hopes that you can return him." Standing in the courtyard, Su Yi suddenly said, "Weng Yunqi?" A chill appeared on the eyes of the old man in linen, "It seems that my unworthy disciple Wu Rouqiu was killed by the son." The two were talking 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 sackclothed old man sounded, Su Yi's figure jumped to the top of the wall like an arrow from a string. What surprised him was that the voice was still echoing, but he only saw a figure that had already escaped from the Hulu Alley far away 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 tug of war, after all, Zhuo An Xiaoju was not the only one. "Weng Yunqi must be carrying that piece of soul jade on his body. Perhaps it was with this jade that he sensed Qingwan's aura and found this place." When Su Yi thought about it, he turned around and returned to the room. Weng Yunqi and Wu Ruoqiu, their master and apprentice, took away three treasures when they betrayed Yin Shamen back then, a mysterious soul jade, a dense scroll for raising ghosts and corpses, and a soul raising gourd. Among them, Mijuan, Soul Raising Gourd, and Qingwan were all under Wu Rouqiu's control at the beginning, but after Wu Rouqiu's death, they all fell into Su Yi's hands. Only the mysterious soul jade is not there. And when he was in Guimu Mountain, through the confessions of the descendants of the Yin evil clan, 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. That's fine. When you find the soul jade, you may be able to find out some clues about Qingwan's life experience." Su Yi knew that as long as Qingwan was by his side, he didn't have to worry about Weng Yunqi's disappearance. 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." "Immortal Master, did someone from Yin Shamen come to me?" A 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." "Um!" ... Outside Hulu Alley. Next to the wonton stand, a person squatted in front of the corpse of the lean man killed by bamboo chopsticks, looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help frowning. "This old man Weng Yunqi is too ruthless, he even kills the stalking scoundrels. Could it be that he has already 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 Gonzhou Branch of Yinsha Gate. He took out a bloody 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 the 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 the style of my Yin Shamen to make a fortune." 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, there are some eyebrows. The money on this dead man belongs to you. I have to go and collect the reward first." The old beggar stood up and hurried away. After half an hour. In a long abandoned mansion in the city. In the middle of the night, a glamorous woman looked at the altar just built in front of her with satisfaction. The altar is three feet high and is made up of countless snow-white arm bones, with nine blood-colored skulls on top. Next to each skull, there is a black soul-calling banner. "If the rudder master hadn't come up with so many precious materials, this 'spirit-bound blood corpse' formation would not have been able to be arranged at all." The beautiful lady said softly. Corpse Lady Liu Xianglan! "With this formation, we will wait if we have a hole card." On the other side, the old man in the old Taoist robe nodded. Xueheng Taoist! The second-level master of the furnace-raising realm! The two were talking to each other when suddenly 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've probably pinpointed 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?" Daoist 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." Daoist Xueheng's eyes flickered and said: "From tomorrow onwards, 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 ever agree to take action?" Liu Xianglan asked suddenly. "No." Daoist Xueheng let out a long sigh, and said a little depressedly, "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, and was unwilling to 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 actually 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 confusing and turbulent, and it is not appropriate to stay for a long time." Speaking of which, he pointed to the altar made of white bones, "Cover it up so that no one will notice it. Our goal this time is Weng Yunqi, and we'll leave as soon as it's done!" Chu Shilang and Liu Xianglan both nodded.
