The endless darkness, even if you open your eyes, feels like you are closing your eyes.

"Zhu Erniang, Matchmaker, where are you?"

The darkness extends wirelessly, and the woman in the red dress standing in the dark kept shouting around. The journey under her feet could probably walk from the desolate northwest to the turbulent waves of the East China Sea.

The demonic power on her body is still there, but no matter how she is used, she cannot take her away. No matter whether she flies up or falls down, it seems that she has never left her step.

"Matchmaker!!"

The surroundings were silent, without any sound. Hua Hongyi looked around in panic, shouted again, stumbled and walked out of a piece, extending into the darkness, as if he saw a dot of light, wandering like a firefly, and faintly seemed to be flashing.

He immediately took a step and rushed towards the light spot. In just one step, the black illuminated by the light spot suddenly flew backwards in her sight. When he looked again, the white light was dazzling and the person had reached the edge of the light spot. Then, before the painting red could react, the white light rushed in like a tide, occupying everything he could see.

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The birds are singing crisply, and the red-painted eyes are slowly opened. A bird jumps on a pine branch outside the eaves, and the consciousness is retracted. In a clear moment, he makes a vigilant posture and jumps aside.

In the field of view, there was a long corridor eaves. A seven or eight-year-old Taoist boy with a bun tied with a beautiful appearance. He was looking over and looked at Hua Hongyi, "You are lucky to be a painted demon."

The sleeves seemed to have a breeze, and they carried them behind them. They turned around and walked forward.

"Come on, Master wants to see you."

Hua Hongyi stared at the small back walking forward, raised his palms to put his claws, stretched out his red nails to grab them, and the next moment, he took them back, and heard the boy in front of him whisper: "Don't be too polite. This place is not as good as other places. I don't care about your tiny Taoist practice, let alone the teacher."

“…”

The woman was silent and her face was mostly shocked. When she thought of that day, the figure waved her sleeves lightly. She didn't even know what was going on, so she was pretended to be in. Now she didn't know what Zhu Erniang and the matchmaker were like. She thought quickly and had to follow the steps of the boy and walk behind.

"This little boy, who is your master?"

"Don't ask, you can't stand it."

After saying that, the boy stopped talking. He took Hua Hongyi all the way through the narrow path, walked up the long steps of bluestone moss, and turned to a hall. The foundation was several feet high. The building was decorated with carved lattices on the upper side of the hall, and the incense was hung on the top of the hall door, and the incense was burned around.

"Get in." The Taoist boy went up the stone steps and stood on the side of the palace gate.

Hua Hongyi glanced at him, and then carefully pushed open the door of the lattice hall, lifted his skirt and walked through the threshold. There was no statue of the god in the middle, only a colorful niche with a large 'Dao' on it, and a table below the incense burner in the smoke, a figure stood in front of the word Dao, wearing a kirin cloak Yin and Yang robe, which looked gray and dark, holding a whisk in his hand, and stepping on cloud shoes under the robe, and she didn't see the rest very clearly.

As for cultivation... I couldn't see anything at all. Hua Hongyi didn't dare to look at it anymore, so she knelt down on the ground.

"The little demon in the lower world, pay homage to the superior immortal..."

"A little demon in the painting skin, after listening to the preaching for a few days, he thought he had attained enlightenment." The Taoist man did not turn around, his voice was smooth and comfortable to hear. "It can be seen that outside Chang'an City, those who secretly instigated those who practice Taoism almost ruined my affairs."

"The little demon dared not, nor did he know that the immortals were chess."

"Haha, I didn't kill you if you didn't know."

Hua Hongyi lowered her head. Even though the other party's tone was calm, she did not dare to be as charming as the past. She gritted her teeth and asked softly: "Supreme Immortal, can you tell me the name?"

"The name is no more than to say to you, just need to do something for me."

The sun was shining outside the hall, shining the shadow in front of the woman behind her back to cover the figure. The Taoist priest swung the whisk and slowly turned around.

With just one glance, Hua Hongyi's pupils dilated, and in an instant, she knelt freely on the spot. Looking at the figure facing her, she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Over there, as the lights swayed, the figure was floating under his chin and beard.

"...A catastrophe is coming, go and do something for me."

The sound was slowly and calmly outside the hall, as if it was floating past this high mountain, with birds singing in bamboo forests and clear springs in the mountains, extending eastward, passing through many mountains, and to the east, the world is prosperous.

Chang'an.

In Yuwen's mansion, Qu Yuanfeng, who was sleeping in a month, was boxing in the yard, practicing martial arts diligently, and each punch and kick made a faint sound of breaking the wind, and the nearby potted plants were shaking gently.

In the pavilion not far away, Yuwen Tuo sat on the stone bench and looked at his junior brother Xiuwu. A servant from the front yard whispered:

"The Duke of Yue is here."

Soon, he came to the front yard and met with Duke Yang Su of Yue in the hall. After sitting down, the latter waved and walked in with a long plate. The plate was covered with yellow silk, revealing the outline of a sword.

"I know you are indignant. If you don't take action that day, you are afraid that you will not have enough strength. Fellow Daoist and I are friends. I was surrounded and forced to lose my cultivation that day. It's really heartbreaking. I can't avenge you for revenge."

Yang Su put down the teacup, stood up, and uncovered the yellow silk on the long plate. A golden wide sword exposed, with densely carved patterns on the sword surface, which made people dare not look directly at it.

"This sword was obtained by me when I opened up Chang'an and built a great development in the Yellow River and verified the classics and historical materials. It was known as Xuanyuan."

In the first place, Yuwen Tuo, who was sitting on the chair, stared at the long sword in the long plate, his eyes slightly turned to Yang Su next to the sword, and opened his mouth gently.

"Since this thing is extraordinary, why didn't Duke Yue use it yourself?"

"Haha, I'm suspicious." Yang Su laughed loudly, but his eyes were looking at Xuanyuan Sword, then he curled his smile and calmed down.

"I don't want to have this magical weapon, haha... Which one of the mortal bodies will have a good ending? But you are different. You are the reincarnation of the magical weapon. If you get the help of Xuanyuan again, the two divine powers will be compatible, and no one in the world will be your opponent."

"Of course, I won't give you a magic weapon for free. First, let the master have an old age with me, second, to protect my Yongnian of the Sui Dynasty, and to be invincible! Third, the Turkic priests who almost took your junior brother's life, and the Taoist sects that forced your master to abandon their cultivation are just right to test the power of this sword!"

As he said that, he shook his sleeves, stretched out his hands to lift the sword, walked to Yuwen Tuo and threw it.

"Take it!"

On the big chair, Yuwen Tuo looked at the thrown sword body and instinctively reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword. The moment he contacted, a golden light flashed, spreading along the back of his hand to his arms, and sank into his body in a blink of an eye.

"Hmm? What's going on?"

Yang Su didn't expect this situation to happen suddenly. As soon as he asked, Yuwen Tuo closed his eyes and roared in pain, holding the hilt of the sword, and smashed it down.

The sword body sank into the floor, and a wave of air pushed the old man away. The tables, chairs and bottles in the hall were shattered. Even the two puppets who came in to present the magic sword flew out of the hall and fell to the ground and scattered into several corpses.

boom--

A huge shock, golden light broke through the window frame and burst out, Yang Su who had rolled out several times on the ground, wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, raised her head, and half of the front yard building collapsed in the rumbling sound, the eaves were broken and tiles scattered all over the ground.

The servant ran to protect the yard as he heard the noise, and Qu Yuanfeng, who was practicing martial arts in the backyard, rushed here.

"Senior Brother!"

When he ran to the broken wall and shouted, the golden light became round and shiny in the surging smoke and dust, revealing the outline of a figure with a half-kneeling on his sword.

"Senior Brother!"

Qu Yuanfeng shouted again, and in the golden light over there, his half-kneeling body slowly opened his eyes, his brown and blue pupils turned in the white of his eyes, and he stood up with the Xuanyuan Sword, his dispersed hair floating without wind.

"The memory is back... I finally know why I am reincarnated... The Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth..."

Yuwen Tuo raised his head, his eyes cold and cold. He looked at his junior brother, and then looked at Yang Su lying on the ground in the courtyard.

"How many Turks have? Is it enough for 100,000?!"

"Enough!" Yang Su didn't hear what he had said, but just thought that what he said touched the other party. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth with blood on his face, and he focused his head.

"There are many on the grassland. After winning, I recommend you as the Grand Tutor of the East Palace!"

Yuwen Tuo looked down at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, took it out in one step, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the courtyard gate and disappeared into the skylight.

"Senior Brother!"

Qu Yuanfeng, who had chased him out, now lost his magic power and ran outside the door. Where was Yuwen Tuo still there? What should I do?! What should I do?!

"By the way!"

Thinking of the time when he left Qixia Mountain, the master gave each of him a magic weapon to send a message. Although he could only use it once, he couldn't care about so many things now.

Pushing away the guard guard who was blocking the road, the servant ran back to the backyard to find the paper crane. There was still magic power on it, and I don’t know if it could fly to Qixia Mountain.

"Crane, I must bring the news back to Master!"

Qu Yuanfeng gave a few words of advice, spread his palms, looked at the paper crane flapping its wings, flew to the sky, flew south, and crossed the bustling cities below, crossed the mountains, rivers and rivers, and the clear sky gradually accumulated clouds.

At this moment, an autumn rain began to cool down in the south.

At the foot of Qixia Mountain, the winding mountain, the drizzle fell to the mountain village. The fenced courtyard was shrouded in this piece of water vapor. The open window lattice on the opposite side was swaying gently. The increasingly quiet scholar looked at the written words, blew the undried ink, and hung it off the wall.
Chapter completed!