"What a bad luck!"

A casual cultivator who had just escaped from the Taiyuanling storm was sitting in a tavern in the south of the city, looking at the heavier rain, his face full of gloom.

"Who said no!"

A casual cultivator sat opposite him. While agreeing, he added a bowl of sea to the two of them. Then he looked around quietly, and then whispered: "I don't know whose Taiyuan Order fell into his hands. You said that the Taiyuan Order was born. Since it attracted the attention of the clans, you and I are still waiting in the city. I am afraid there is no chance. Maybe you still have life. Why not go to another place to avoid it?"

The two of them died today under the butcher knife of various major forces due to Taiyuan Order. Fortunately, Taiyuan Order was lost, which caused the major forces to lose the excuse of killing people.

While the two were grateful, they were a little unwilling.

Yes, who doesn’t want to get the treasures in the Taiyuan Secret Realm? They are also struggling on the road to immortality. Whether it is a disciple of a clan or a casual cultivator, they all hope to get great opportunities, and from then on, they are powerful, and may be able to establish a sect, become a generation of ancestors, and leave a name for the true world. This is originally normal.

Therefore, they knew that Taiyuan Order was not something they could touch, but they still could not withstand the temptation. As casual cultivators, they naturally had a keen sense of smell. They knew that the chaos in Taiyuan City was about to begin, but they still wandered here, which is why.

The monk with a gloomy face did not speak, but just picked up the wine bowl and was about to drink it all, but two beautiful figures floated in front of him. He was slightly stunned. Through the rain, he saw a graceful and elegant woman and another charming woman holding an umbrella slowly passing by the door of the diner.

The graceful and elegant woman did not hold an umbrella, and her face was a little blurred in the rain curtain, while the rain curtains connected into lines seemed to penetrate her body and could not touch her body at all, which was inexplicable.

"She seems to be... a little medical immortal?"

"It's her right!" The casual cultivator opposite him looked at him and grinned, "I received a lot of favors from her a few years ago. He is indeed a woman with unparalleled beauty. Who can become a Taoist partner with her? That's a blessing for several lifetimes."

The monk with a gloomy face looked at her back with a little regret and sighed: "How can it be your turn to be my turn, even if you think about it..."

The wandering cultivator opposite raised a cup to drink with him, and then joked and laughed again.

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The rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if it is constantly resting. After the sudden heavenly disaster dissipates inexplicably, Taiyuan City ushers in an unprecedented washing. The rain curtains of the sky are like strung together, swaying in the occasional storm of the whistling storm, twisting and dancing, and have different postures, which makes the residents of Taiyuan City who are busy with their lives see the wonders. They gather in groups of three or three, and have some leisure time and enjoy watching the wonders.

"Miss Qingyi...you're going faster..."

Qingyi's pace was slow, and he walked past the wine shop, the teahouse, the market, the south of the city, and came to the boundary where the Black Tiger Palace was located, the East City.

The charming woman who came to hear the news felt that her hands holding an umbrella were numb. Her face was full of anxiety, but she did not dare to go to the Black Tiger Palace alone to save her lady.

Qingyi was still walking slowly, as if she had seen the wonders from the rain that had been continuously flowing through the sky, with a little interest on her cold cheeks.

It was raining heavily and there were no pedestrians on the street. After a moment, I saw that there was no big difference between Dongcheng and Nancheng. There were also many restaurants and restaurants, neat cloth and pawns, and spice shops were everywhere.

Of course, these have nothing to do with her. In her eyes, there is not a single book that is exciting.

There was not much difference, there was still a difference. Although Qingyi felt indifferent to this, she still stopped because there was an iron shop in front of her.

It was a iron shop without any signature cover. The situation inside was hidden behind the rain, but Qingyi knew that it was just a iron shop, which was the Yun family's iron shop.

"cough!"

A gentle cough sounded in the ears of the two women. In the rain curtain in front of the iron shop, an old man with a hunchback appeared. His head was also lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly. Like Qingyi, the rain could not wet him at all.

"Lu's tuberculosis!" The charming woman exclaimed, not understanding how this person was here.

Lu was sick and had only known his surname Lu, and his original name was unknown. He appeared in Taiyuan City more than ten years ago and became a polite worshiper of the Yun family's commerce company. Because he could not cure the cough, he had an unspecified nickname, but he made great contributions to the Yun family. No one knew his specific strength, maybe it was Baoxu, or it was the peak of Ningqiao, but he was one of the two masters of the Yun family, which was beyond doubt.

The charming woman suddenly choked, and her identity was very different from him. She called him a different name directly. I wonder if it would make him angry? Thinking of this, she seemed a little scared and couldn't help but approach Qingyi slightly.

At this time, the old man, or Lu Dingtui, slowly spoke: "I have met Miss Qingyi."

His greetings were simple, his voice was hoarse, as if it was ground out with iron tools. Under the heavy rain, it was clearly spread far away.

Qingyi bowed slightly and said tepidly: "Old Mr. Lu seems to be waiting for me?"

Lu Yantang raised his head, and the rain curtain could not cover his face at this time. His old face was ordinary, but it was very pale, and there was also a pair of turbid eyes. Although it was turbid, it could not cover up the strange coldness behind him.

"Miss Qingyi can't walk forward any more!"

The charming woman looked anxious and said angrily: "Old Mr. Lu, what are you saying? The head of the family was taken away by the Black Tiger Palace. Miss Qingyi came here to save the head of the family..."

When Lu Changtang heard the word "head of the family", he opened his pupils suddenly, and suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently. His old face became paler, but the corners of his mouth were sarcastic.

"The monster who only has a relationship of interest in his eyes and who kills his mother to ascend the throne is qualified to be the head of the family? She should have died long ago!"

He said this passage very urgently, so that the charming woman thought she had hallucinations. She looked angry and shouted: "Mr. Lu, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will report it to the second master..."

Hearing this, Lu Yantui made a laugh like a broken bellows, which was particularly harsh and scary.

Qingyi suddenly asked indifferently: "Is Yun going to change the world?"

Immediately, my tone was affirmative, and my voice still did not fluctuate, and I said, "I'm very curious. Who else can tune you besides that old witch?"

Lu Diantus' laughter came to an abrupt end, and his eyes became extremely resentful: "Yun Zhongtian stole my lover. She was originally in love with me. She killed Yun Zhongtian for me and became the old witch in your mouth. But have you ever thought about it for us..."

Qingyi showed relief on her face and said with a slight slight note: "So you are the lover of the old witch!"
Chapter completed!