Prosperous Beauty System

The sky was twilight, and there were already voices outside the window, and the sound of yelling continued to spread into the inn.

Libei is located in western Xinjiang, the air is relatively humid and cold, and it is even more chilly when the clouds are under the clouds. It is often necessary to wear a few more clothes before going out.

Xie Weiyan didn't feel sleepy at all, when she heard the yelling outside the window, she opened the bed curtain and got up.

When he was on the boat, in order to avoid eyes and ears, he had already changed his appearance, and his body shape was also very different. The plain cloud clothes he used to look too thin and thin, so he bought some clothes specially.

The furnishings in the wing room are elegant, but because the windows are not bright yet, the room is a little dark.

Xie Weiyan finished washing, walked to the window, and gently pushed it open.

The morning light outside is faint, and the sea of ​​clouds is filled with thousands of rays of light. From a distance, it looks like star dew embellishment, beautiful and magnificent.

Because it was still early, there were not many crowds on the street, only the dazzling stalls along the street.

Xie Weiyan had heard of Li Beicheng's name long ago when he was in Tiancang Demon Land, and secretly admired the city lord Jiang Liuyun who governed Libei City so that he never closed his house at night and did not pick up his belongings, because before that, Li Beicheng was just a refugee from the western border hiding all kinds of filth place.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

A familiar voice came from under the window, Xie Weiyan lowered his head, and saw a beautiful young man in a navy blue Taoist uniform standing on the opposite booth. The young man looked worried, as if he had encountered some trouble.

Xie Weiyan glanced over the young man and landed on the booth in front of him, slightly startled.

I saw a few lock bags neatly arranged on the booth, and a few amber jade beads were exposed under the faint blue light. The jade beads were round and smooth. Although the color was transparent and beautiful, they were not as valuable and useful as jade ornaments.

The reason why Xie Weiyan was stunned was because those few jade beads were very similar to the jade beads locked in the void formation.

……

……

There was a crowd of people in front of the inn, and the voice of the waiter inside was vaguely heard.

Yun Jixi hurried back to the wing room, put the few jade beads he bought just now into the Qiankun bag, and went downstairs to check out after packing up.

Libei City is full of fish and dragons, and monks and mortals coexist. If Yun Jixi hadn't been unable to protect himself, he would not have come here.

After checking out the room, he walked to a corner where there was no one in the street, sacrificed the escape talisman, and turned into a stream of light and flew away.

In order to avoid the clansmen, Yun Jixi smashed the nameplate representing his identity on his body as soon as he boarded the boat, but what he didn't expect was that the few monks who came after him had already located his whereabouts.

The dark clouds gathered, and the wind swept away.

Wan Dao Yunxia dispersed, gathered together again, and gradually solidified into a few awe-inspiring figures with murderous intent.

The clothes are elegant and the hair is as long as ink, and the identity plate that almost everyone has as a monk of the Yun family hangs under the long sleeves of the visitors, rustling with the wind.

"Yun Jixi, you can't escape."

Among the few people, the monk with the highest cultivation level spoke, and there was no extra emotion in the other party's expression, as if the beautiful young man standing in mid-air was not his childhood sweetheart.

The eyes are facing each other, looking at each other from a distance.

Yun Jixi sneered, "You have also learned to talk nonsense."

Yun Xiu glanced at him coldly, pointed his long sword in the air, let his long sleeves flutter, "Let's fight."

After the words fell, thunder rang out, and lightning flew through the dark clouds like a dragon.

Yun Jixi tightened the talisman in his hand, his finger bones turned white.

"Clatter—" the rainstorm came suddenly.

Yunxiu looked up at the sky, and combed his long hair in Taoist clothes with spiritual power.

"Let's do it as soon as possible. If you delay it any longer, the Patriarch will not be able to explain it to you." Another of the monks said.

Yun Xiu naturally knew, he wiped his long sword with a brocade handkerchief, "Yun Jixi, if you don't want to fight, come back with me."

Yun Jixi would only agree to him if he was crazy.

Under the torrential rain, his clothes were all wet, his long hair was tied loosely in the crown, and the beautiful face of the young man was full of hatred and chills.

"I never knew that you guys had so many contacts with the devil in secret."

The sound of the rain remained undiminished, and the rumble of thunder resounded through the sky.

"He can't stay."

Yunxiu didn't speak, nor did he look at the junior who spoke, but slowly rubbed his wrists.

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……

The blasting sound of the talisman was deafening, and Yun Jixi almost fainted from the pain in his chest. He was knocked to the ground by the huge fluctuation of sword energy, and he tilted his head and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

The white mist dissipated, leaving only ice-blue lightning crackling on the charred black mud.

Yunxiu walked over step by step holding a sword, "Yun Jixi, are you still fighting?" He said in a cold voice, and there seemed to be a trace of complexity on his frosty face.

Yun Jixi's drenched clothes were all scorched, and even his long black hair was not spared.

"...Ahem...I..."

A slender and soft hand came from behind Yun Jixi, gently wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with cool fingers, "If you don't want to fight, how can I help you?"

The voice seemed to come from the clouds, it was extremely ethereal and indifferent.

Yun Jixi turned his head suddenly, and saw a snow-like beautiful face standing behind him, bending slightly to his ear.

"Yun Ji Xi."

Xie Weiyan straightened up, stretched out his hand to pull him up, without even looking at Yunxiu who was opposite him, "How can I help you?"

Yun Jixi stared at him blankly, letting him move.

In fact, from the moment this person appeared, he didn't know how to put his hands and feet.

"You, how do you—"

Xie Weiyan interrupted him, "If you don't refuse, I'll take it as your consent."

Yun Jixi was stunned.

Over there, Yunxiu held a sword flower, and pointed the sword at Xie Weiyan with a cold expression, "I won't fight with you."

Xie Weiyan paused, "...why?"

Yun Xiu frowned, "Don't you know?"

Xie Weiyan, "...what?"

Yun Xiu lowered his eyes, "I won't fight with you." He paused, then said again, "You are clearly a man, why—"

Halfway through speaking, he turned his gaze to Yun Jixi who was behind Xie Weiyan, and sighed slightly, "Since you don't want to go back, then never go back."

Both Yun Jixi and Xie Weiyan froze in place.

Yun Jixi was stunned because Yun Xiu actually let him go, but Xie Weiyan was stunned because of his last sentence.

Yunxiu's figure slowly dissipated into the air, and even the dark clouds rolling in the sky disappeared.

A few tens of miles away, the monks of the Yun family stood in mid-air and closed their eyes intently, as if they were releasing their spiritual consciousness.

Bits of broken light appeared, gradually solidifying Yunxiu's figure.

"Keep all the seniors waiting for a long time." Yun Xiu has never been a talkative person, and it is rare for him to speak up on his own initiative.

The monks were concentrating on meditation, but they didn't seem to hear Yunxiu's voice.

Yunxiu's indifferent expression finally condensed, "Junior brother?" There was a murderous intent in his voice.

The eyelids of the brothers and sisters moved, the cracks started from the hands and feet, and with a bang, several bodies were smashed into ashes, turned into dust and dissipated in the air.

The author has something to say: It is certain that Yunxiu was taken away, but as for Jiang Lin or Qingliu, I don't know. (top the lid and escape)

Two more at five in the afternoon.