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Baicheng was not as outsiders imagined.

Even the Qishui sect, which nests in the remote southern archipelago and has raised several well-known madmen and poisoners in the rivers and lakes, always talks about Baicheng with disgust.

Not only for the muddy stories of the storytellers in teahouses blocked by the sky full of yellow sand, but also for the advice of merchants traveling far away who have traveled through the yellow sand even if their pockets are bulging.

They have seen outsiders say that the so-called things brought back from Baicheng, no matter how many gems, knives, or exquisite playthings, even if they are beautiful girls with green eyes, they only remind people of the place where poisonous snakes, insects and ants, desperate robbers and yellow sand are boundless.

Jiang Yuan has been in Baicheng for many years, and he didn't have many happy days, and he shouldn't have any criticisms about these statements, but his strange and chaotic memories are not just what he originally thought.

Baicheng must be the place of Ming Suijiao, but Mingsuijiao is not just Baicheng.

Baicheng is a very strange place. Originally, there was a desert separated from the Central Plains. After crossing this desert and going west, there was another city in the corner of Baicheng.

A city built on a stone wall.

No one knows how the stone pillars supporting the city were built, but since the old man was here, these stone pillars were also in these places, so the city of Ming Suijiao rose in the sky, with tall pavilions built of white jade, and you can see it under the eaves. .

Only the most important people in the Ming Sui religion lived here for generations, and their children were born in this mountain wall city, until they achieved great success and returned after passing through the volleyball pavilions, otherwise they would live in the city in this life.

When he came here for the first time, he was taken by the elders to the highest Duyue Pavilion, with the faint shadow of Baicheng under his feet, and the fifth descendant looked at him, his eyes were like boundless yellow sand in the distance, if he had ever Once a trace of fluctuation can be discerned, it is like the trace of a caravan in the yellow sand, which only exists for a moment in the indistinguishable sand.

The fifth man originally looked thin and tall, with light-colored straight eyebrows, half-closed dark green eyes, and deep cheekbones and eyebrow contours compared to Central Plains people, as if he was born with such a cold and restless look. look.

"The leader shouldn't come to Qing'an."

Jiang Yuan opened his mouth and said.

The dead men of Baicheng stood guard outside the city. In this world, all those who could fight against the fifth descendant were inside and outside Qing'an City. The fifth descendant stood in the heart of the martial arts forest in the Central Plains, but frowned, but If this is in Baicheng, how many people would live or die with lowered brows because of this.

She did not speak.

A piece of blood soaked on Shu Zang's shoulder, dripping from his fingertips along his arms.

Jiang Yuan was almost unable to stand. He tried to pronounce normal syllables, but felt the trembling from the muscles all over his body.

The fifth descendant likes to make poison since he was a child, except for the Gu poison that even the well-known Mr. Fu can't cure.Jiang Yuan remembered that she was young at that time, and she was praised by the old poisoners in the church for making a strange poison, so she was naturally proud for many days.

He thought of Zhuang Ruyi, and the strange poison planted on her and Mo Humo.

She should know that she couldn't kill him, but she still came.

So a moment of clarity.

"Baicheng has not been what it used to be in recent years, but I misjudged the leader. Now, even if it is Qing'an, the fifth leader does not need to avoid the edge."

Shu Chan's voice trembled and his face was pale, but the fifth generation never took his eyes off Jiang Yuan for a moment.

The pain subsided gradually, but it was still severe. Jiang Yuan stood up slowly, and the fifth son's voice was faint in his ears.

"Your lightness skill is not inferior to mine."

Her originally reticent temperament now has no ups and downs in every word.

"I traveled from Baicheng to Qing'an in just over a month."

Since the last first sect leader died four years after marriage, the world was in turmoil, the devil sect entered the world, the poor childish building changed hands, and murders frequently occurred in this world, causing people to panic.

It has been more than six years.

The fifth son just left.

On the second day, Qing'an was still a bustling scene. The street vendors who got up early to sell steamed buns and hot soup, and the young waiters who swept the tables and chairs in the inn and greeted the guests loudly would not know it. On the broken tiles above their heads, outsiders In the eyes of the disciples, the Demon Sect is the most surly, the coldest, and the most decisive in killing. Even though the previous leader was poisoned, the fifth leader who dared not say a word of criticism, at that time, stood on one side and broke the law. on the tile.

The first yuan is useless in the Demon Sect, he should not be alive after six years, if the people of the fifth family want his blood, he can live for a few years, but he is naturally unwilling, and this In the Central Plains, no one wants to treat him as an ordinary person.

Pinglan Mountain Villa and Wenxi Dancheng both want him to live. If he lives, he will exist in the world. The soft underbelly of Baicheng is at your fingertips. How many ulterior motives can be aroused in Baicheng and the Central Plains by the exiled Mingsui leader of Baicheng.

One of the rulers of Kuzhilou sat on the Feige in the middle of the night, the cold light flashed here, and the warm water was brewing tea there.

Luo Qiunuan originally wanted to look elsewhere, but happened to meet him in Qing'an, but he saved a lot of energy. Kuzhilou stood between the Central Plains Wulin and Baicheng. Everyone in Kuzhilou had different ideas about this dispute. I thought it would be less troublesome, but since I saw it in Suizhou that day, I have been thinking about watching the excitement.He thought that he shouldn't be in the audience until the end of the song, but this one ended abruptly, he didn't know whether he was lucky or depressed, because the tea didn't suit his heart, he stayed up all night. The childish Pavilion Master who was in charge of the news only found out from the boy sent by Shu Chan at sunset.

Then he scented himself with incense, changed his clothes, and went to the master's place, a place where lightness kung fu should not be used, but he saw the man wearing a white gauze covering his face, tapped his toes from the upper bookstore, and went upstairs .

He was rather surprised, this master was not a surly person, but he was no longer a casually easy-going young man. Fu Ronghuan was always a bit cold and indifferent, so he shouldn't be unruly.

In the last days of Ji Xia, he still took off his robe, and met Shu Chan from another place. Shu Tang's breath was vain, but he still had a picture-like appearance, and he exchanged a few pleasantries, lightly. After smiling at the ceremony, we went to the master's place together.

He has not been able to climb the third wooden ladder yet. He is dressed in black and is tall. The young man is holding a long sword that he never leaves his body in one hand. The rare man has all his long hair tied up and hooped a jade crown, showing a bit of ruthlessness. color.

Luo Qiunuan and Shu Tang found it strange that everyone in this childish building returned to Qing'an today.Shu Chan didn't ask any more questions, Luo Qiunuan just smiled and said to the man.

"Weihan hasn't come back for some time."

The man didn't even move or look, but he didn't appear to be offended or impatient. He didn't even move his thin lips, and said calmly: "The master has a call."

"Those guys are here today."

Luo Qiunuan told Le Weihan, the man nodded and went downstairs.

Shu Tang couldn't change some habits, so he walked in front, opened the door first, and stepped aside.

The owner is facing the table with his back, pacing in front of the ash bookshelf with koi carp hollowed out lotus patterns.

Seeing them coming in, Fu Ronghuan stood up alone, didn't speak, just looked at them, and sat on one side with a veil indifferently.

"We shouldn't guess about that lord's itinerary." Luo Qiu waited warmly for a while, and then he picked up a cup of tea on the table by himself. The top-quality Phoenix Dancong, the color of the soup is yellow and green, and the aroma is long, moistening the stomach Go, and then speak slowly.

"Just to prepare for it, today is just right."

The master had been looking at it for a while, and just now he took out a volume from the shelf, Shu Chan stepped forward to continue it, and unfolded it on the desk.

"The people of Baicheng came and left."

The master only looked at the scroll on the case, and took out a pen, not in a questioning tone.

Fu Ronghuan turned to look at Luo Qiunuan, but Luo Qiunuan couldn't distinguish his expression, and said, "The master said so."

Shu Tang never likes to talk too much at such a time, Luo Qiu Nuan is extremely smart, but it is Shu Tang who knows the meaning of the master best, put down the paperweight here, sharpen the ink, and cast a faint glance at Luo Qiu Nuan, Luo Qiu Nuan Then he realized that he shouldn't say half of what he said, so he continued:

"Young Master Jing from the Sui'an Changlin Mansion will return to Huayang in a few days, it should be the intention of Pinglan Villa."

Young Master Jing is still young, and Jing Qinglan has no children.The Ming Suijiao should not have interfered with the Central Plains. After this incident, Jing Qinglan did his best, and the rest was left to clean the door, so naturally he didn't have to worry about it.

"That's good."

Luo Qiunuan held on to the teacup and tapped the lid lightly, took a sip, and Le Weihan left and returned.

"Owner."

The so-called master just nodded, put down the pen in his hand, and the fan in the other hand painted a beauty under the moon, with a beautiful white jade pendant on it, and the red tassels swayed with his slow shaking movements, as if Always so calm and breezy, it seems to be able to block the fastest sword and dagger in the world.

He knew in his heart that Le Weihan must have done it, the dice person had cleaned up, and that person had arrived in Qing'an, so he picked up the scroll and looked at it carefully for a while.

"After this incident is over, Pavilion Master Fu will come back to Qing'an to live forever. It's good to add some vitality to the building."

Fu Ronghuan didn't know when he finally got the right prescription, his white hair was no longer, and the black hair fell to his waist, and he nodded in agreement with a calm expression.

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Jiang Banri (Jiang Yuan) is already cold, and the episode is slowly explaining.