The next day, the sky was not bright yet, but the moonlight still shrouded the earth.

"Gululu——" the sound of wheels came in the distance.

This is an ordinary carriage. The driver is about forty years old and has an ordinary appearance. However, a slightly shining token on his waist shows his noble status of being able to freely enter and exit the imperial city.

The carriage traveled along the straight road to the door of a mansion. Two lanterns were hung on the door with red copper nails. The dim red light of the lanterns illuminated the large characters "Zhenjun Li Mansion" on the back.

The coachman dismounted, walked to the door, whispered a few words to the guard in front of the door, and showed his identity token. Then he saw a guard turning around and walking through the door.

Then, a burst of urgent urging disturbed the fifth young master's erotic dream.

"It's so early, I'm going to practice, not to steal things!" Li Yi yawned, rinsed his mouth, and then got out of bed.

Qing'er was out of town for a few days on business, so two maids had already changed his clothes and combed his hair. The two maids didn't know the fifth young master's temperament, so they were frightened and carefully dressed him for half an hour.

After Li Yi and the four Tiger Guards went out, the sky was getting brighter.

"Li Yi?" The coachman waited for a long time. He didn't seem to be impatient. He just glanced at Li Yi and asked.

"Well, I am..." Li Yizheng wanted to trick someone close to him - a small person, and he must not offend easily.

Who knew that the coachman didn't have the energy to listen to his chatter here, so he got directly into the carriage and said directly: "Let's go..."

The carriage entered through a side door on the side of the palace, bypassed the grand hall, and walked slowly along the path used by servants on weekdays. After a while, it turned out of the alley, and a bright sunshine poured in.

It was already dawn, and Li Yi felt the carriage gradually slow down, raised the curtain, and looked out.

A steeple stands upright in the heavy morning mist, seemingly hidden and yet elusive, full of solemn and majestic momentum.

The rays of the early sunshine were slightly golden. Under the projection of this sunlight, the light mist around the tower was imprinted with golden light. It was the first to usher in the brilliant rays of the sun and was covered with magnificent golden clothes.

Li Yi jumped off the carriage and stared at the huge thing in front of him in shock. He couldn't help but be shocked. This tower was much taller and more majestic than the ancient towers he had seen in his previous life.

Looking carefully, I saw that there is a statue of a god on each floor of the nine-story tower. Some are sitting upright, some are sitting sideways, some are standing, some hold their heads high, some are frowning, some are glaring, and their postures are different.

, the images are different.

"This..." Li Yi muttered to himself in surprise. Before he could think of how to describe the building in front of him, the concise driver spoke.

"Follow me." The coachman turned his back to Li Yi. After speaking, he walked towards the foot of the white stone tower.

Li Yi hurriedly followed him, cursing in his mind that the coachman was a boring gourd. He asked a lot of questions on the way, but he ignored him at all. He was even more depressed than Wu Xiaoming. He didn't know what happened to the coachman's wife.

I can stand him!

While teasing the coachman maliciously, the two of them climbed up the steps. The arch under the tower was huge and the vermilion paint looked brand new.

There were two young Taoists in green robes standing in front of the door. The one on the left was holding a sword, and the one on the right was holding a dust.

When the coachman led Li Yi to the front, the two young Taoist priests clasped their hands together and said respectfully: "Greetings to Master Qingyang——"

"Master Qingyang?" Li Yi was stunned. He turned around and looked around, but he didn't find any shadow of the old Taoist in his impression. Instead, he looked in the direction where the two young Taoist priests were speaking...

It seems - hell, this coachman is actually their master?

Li Yi only reacted at this moment, and couldn't help but feel terrified - this Qingyang is too evil, he is already a master, and he actually pretended to be a coachman to fool me?

Before he could stand still for a moment, the man from Qingyang had already entered the door. Li Yi hurriedly raised his foot to catch him, but two little Taoist priests squeezed towards the door and blocked Li Yi in front.

Fuchen, a little Taoist holding Fuchen, stood in front of Li Yi. He had a delicate face with thin and curved eyebrows, and his skin was white and delicate. If he hadn't been wearing a Taoist robe, he would have looked like an immature girl.

Damn it, how could any of the guards look so good-looking? That’s right. If you don’t look for good-looking ones, how could you invite me? I’m obviously too handsome...

Li Yi was still thinking wildly. The little Taoist priest holding Fuchen raised his eyebrows, glanced at Li Yi and said: "Master just gave the order, you can only enter if you beat the two of us!"

"What?" Li Yi was so stunned that he even ignored the other party's obviously effeminate tone of voice - what does this mean? I am the deacon of your Taoist prison! I was actually stopped here by two gatekeepers.

Already?

And - I actually have to defeat two brats to get in? Li Yi recovered, looked up and down at the two little Taoist priests in front of him, and couldn't help but grin.

The two eager stumbling blocks in front of him are definitely no more than fifteen years old, especially the little Taoist priest who just spoke, who is even more senior than Li Yi. In his opinion-whatever happens to him will soon be over.

It's time to be crowned. Isn't it easy to beat two little brats?

"Why are you laughing!" The little Taoist priest holding the sword scolded and frowned.

"I can laugh whenever I want!" Li Yi raised his eyebrows in disdain.

"You!" The little Taoist priest had obviously never seen such a graceless opponent. At this moment, he couldn't help but shouted angrily, and then suddenly drew out the sword in his arms.

"Hey--" The sharp edge is like water, reflecting the morning glow, like a red light strip.

Seeing that this boy took the murder weapon without saying a word, Li Yi was very dissatisfied with the tutor of his family. He bared his teeth and said angrily: "Boy, aren't you afraid that I will snatch this sword from you?"

"Come and grab it if you have the ability!" The little Taoist priest was pretty and handsome, but compared with Li Yi, he lacked a bit of the toughness of a man, and of course - a bit less of the ruffianism in his flow.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth and swung the long sword in his hand, and a light blue light appeared on the blade. This light was not eye-catching, and it was obviously because of his low skill.

"The wind welcomes the guests -" the little Taoist whispered the sword move in his mouth, and without stopping in his hand, the sword was sent forward with his right hand, bringing with it a wisp of sword wind, and stabbed Li Yi's head directly.

Damn it, this kid is so cruel. If you don’t teach him a lesson today, what will happen to him when he joins the world in the future?

Li Yi stared straight at the opponent's sword thrust, and uttered words like flying: "Isn't this wind long enough -"

As he spoke, his head tilted slightly, and he easily avoided the tip of the sword. Then he stretched out his right hand and flicked the sword with all his strength.

(It is really not easy to write an alternative fairy tale. I have to cross the river by myself without any reference. Although the outline and plot have been designed, I still feel embarrassed in my heart... Well, if you like this book,
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