One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 177 Chapter 176: Dragon Flag Town
Someone is coming to the imperial city.

He had the wrath of thunder, but had no place to land the thunder, and for a moment he could not find anyone.

Among them was a Jindan cultivator who gave Zhou Xing the talisman.

His name was Yan Mai. He was originally a monk from the Tianfu Sect. However, his sect was destroyed by a ghost king and his horde of ghosts from the Wujian Ghost Realm. He fled to the Great Zhou alone, hoping to borrow troops from the Great Zhou to retake his sect one day.

He waited for so many years, and that idea turned into a dream. Because of this dream, he was slowly woven into the web of the world in the imperial city of Great Zhou.

Zhou Xing's mother's family is a family of generals in the border town. Although he is a Jindan cultivator, if he wants to counterattack to the endless ghost realm in the west, he can't do without the power of the Great Zhou. The largest part of the power of the Great Zhou comes from the major generals' families, who control a large number of Red Flame Taoist soldiers.

He felt that to fight against those 'ghosts' in the Wujian Ghost Realm, not only cultivators were needed, but also a large number of Taoist soldiers, because the Wujian Ghost Realm had a secret method that could quickly transform people into ghost soldiers.

Many cultivators were impacted by the endless aura of resentful ghosts, and finally their souls and blood were devoured by the breaking light of the clouds.

Yan Mai had experienced the process of countless ghosts pouncing on the magic circle and overwhelming and breaking his own sect's formation. He knew how terrifying it was.

He felt that the Taoist soldiers of mankind, especially the Chiyan Taoist soldiers of the Great Zhou, had considerable restraint over the ghosts in the Wujian Ghost Realm, which was why they were able to maintain such a large country.

However, precisely because he had always had such an attachment to his sect, he gave Zhou Xing the talisman, and after Zhou Xing died, he also left the royal city.

He was very surprised that someone in the Great Zhou dared to kill Zhou Xing, and that someone dared to kill the prince of the Great Zhou.

Moreover, Si Songnian, the Purple Mansion monk who was guarding Zhou Xing, also disappeared.

Therefore, the Zhou family hoped that he could come here.

After entering Panshe Mountain, he did not find many traces of formations. In the end, he thought that someone was working with the snake demon to ambush and kill Zhou Xing.

The man who fought with Zhou Xing was only at the foundation-building stage.

"Let's do some divination and see if we can find them."

Yan Mai did not come out alone, he was accompanied by someone who was good at divination.

The man shook the coins in his bamboo box, then laid them out on the table. After some deduction, he came up with the answer of 'northwest'.

"Let's go to the northwest. The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun often take in criminals from our Great Zhou. It is very likely that they have hidden there."

"But we can't just go in with our identities. If we enter without permission, it will cause disputes between the two countries."

One of them said.

……

Zhao Fuyun went northwest and the climate began to become drier.

The terrain began to open up, and the damp air in the air gradually became dry.

He's going somewhere.

Longqi Town.

A place deep in his memory. He remembered when Aunt Qing took him away, they passed by a place where Aunt Qing stopped for a long time and talked alone with an old man there for a while.

He didn't think much about it back then, but as he grew up, he discovered that something was wrong with Aunt Qing. With Aunt Qing's abilities back then, how could she stop in such a small place?

He came to this small town.

This small town is surrounded by mud, and the low walls cannot stop any robbers or foreign enemies.

But it can block some wind.

When Zhao Fuyun arrived at the city gate, he felt that the city was so small and short. He used to think that although the city walls were made of earth, they were also tall.

But now I see that he is so short, like a once tall person, but now he looks like a short and old man.

Zhao Fuyun stood at the city gate, looking at a dirty flag hanging at the gate of Tucheng. The flag had a black background with yellow stripes on it. Now it looked like a little dragon.

When he saw this pattern that year, he thought it was just a very low-quality dragon flag that would rot away completely in the wind and rain at any time.

Now when he saw it again, he had a special feeling. He felt that the flag covered with dust seemed to have something in it, as if there was a spirit trapped inside.

He walked towards the city. This town did not look like a wilderness town, but rather like a paradise.

Everyone is self-sufficient and the streets are unusually clean.

Unlike some other cities where there is a foul smell everywhere, there is no such smell here. Every household has some fruit trees planted in front of their door and a small yard with some vegetables grown.

He remembered the jujube tree in front of that family's door.

The dates were still green at that time, and he just stood under the tree counting the dates while waiting for Aunt Qing. He didn't know exactly where the family was, so he could only look for it everywhere, searching for it based on his memory.

He remembered that there was a jujube tree, an old well and a vegetable garden, in which there was only a small corner of vegetables planted at that time.

He found it in a corner to the northwest.

Date trees, old well and vegetable garden.

The dates on the date tree are bright red, the mouth of the old well is round, and the rapeseed has been abandoned, as if no one has grown vegetables for a long time.

But today, there was one more person under the eaves, wearing a black round hat with two ears that covered the side of his face.

He was wearing a thick black cotton coat and a pair of black cotton shoes.

His eyebrows were very long and gray, as if they were covering his eyes.

Zhao Fuyun looked at the front of the house and felt that the house seemed very dilapidated. If there was a strong wind at night, the house might collapse.

Zhao Fuyun looked at him. He was sitting there. His eyes were so cloudy that he couldn't see clearly, but Zhao Fuyun felt as if he was seen through by him.

He is like an antique here, like that old jujube tree. Although very old, he has a unique aura that cannot be ignored.

His gaze withdrew from the old man and fell on the jujube tree. When he left that year, the dates on the tree were still green, but now they have turned red.

He suddenly remembered a sentence he heard when he was leaving.

"If I can come back when the dates are ripe, there may be a chance for this matter to turn around."

At that time, he just heard it and thought it was said to his aunt, but now that he suddenly remembered it, he couldn't help but wonder, could it be said to himself?
This thought flashed through his mind and was immediately dispelled by him. He felt that it was impossible. The words must have been said to his aunt, and he just happened to come here at this time.

Could it be that my aunt will come back too?
Who is he?

He looked at the other person, thought for a while, and then walked over.

"Is everything okay, old man? Do you still remember me?" Zhao Fuyun bowed to the old man and asked softly.

After a long while, the old man said, "Who are you? Please stop blocking my sun."

Zhao Fuyun looked at the shadow on the ground, turned around immediately, and said to the old man: "Old man, more than ten years ago, I came here with my aunt, do you remember?"

"I'm just a blind man, what can I remember?" The old man said with a somewhat helpless and sarcastic tone.

Zhao Fuyun was very surprised. He didn't expect that the old man would be blind.

"Your eyesight is not good? How do you live alone?" Zhao Fuyun couldn't help but ask.

"Of course people live by eating with their mouths, how can they live by eating with their eyes?" said the old man.

Although the old man in front of him looked weak and frail, his tone was very firm.

Zhao Fuyun really wanted to say that although his eyes were blind, his brain should still be able to remember things.

However, he was not the kind of person who liked to stab people. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Old man, do you still remember the name Yun Yiqing?"

"Yun Yiqing? I don't remember such a person."

Zhao Fuyun was surprised by the old man's words, because he had thought of many possibilities, but he had never thought that the other party would say that he didn't know Aunt Qing.

"More than 20 years ago, I came to your place with my aunt. At that time, my aunt was talking with the old man in the house, and I was counting dates under the jujube tree."

"Oh, how many did you count?" asked the old man.

"Seventy-nine." Zhao Fuyun said.

"How do you know you didn't count wrong?" the old man asked.

"I counted thirteen times. How could I have counted wrong after my aunt had finished talking to you?" Zhao Fuyun said with a sigh.

The old man sighed and said, "It is you who are back. If you had come back a little later, I would have died."

"Old man, why do you say that?" Zhao Fuyun said in surprise.

He came here purely out of sudden impulse, and had no intention of coming here in his previous plans.

"The person who brought you here left something with me and said he would give it to you if you come back," said the old man.

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