Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen stood on a high place overlooking the ignition lights outside the mountain gate - they were the torches of the guards and the lanterns of the palace servants.

The lantern that Xiaoqi and Du Qiangfeng held slowly down the mountain road until they met with the large army.

"Sometimes I really don't understand Your Majesty," Feng Yan leaned on the railing, gently supporting her face, "Do you have to send the county lord up at this time? If there is something unexpected happening on the road to the county lord, then the Cen family and the eldest princess's mansion will take all this account on my head."

"Since it was the request made by the eldest princess's mansion, it can be seen that you are still afraid of whether you are really willing to forgive me." Wei Xingzhen whispered, "There is only a short shot in the matter of the spirit-sacrificing person. Your Majesty may... just follow the flow of the situation."

Feng Yan's eyes dimmed.

really.

If you are favored on weekdays, at such a critical moment today, people like Junjun are still inevitably pushed to the forefront by others.

I don’t know if she could think of this level herself?

Feng Yan sighed lightly and looked at Wei Xingzhen, "When will we set out?"

"When will Ayan leave?"

“Everything is OK.”

"Then let's go now." Wei Xingzhen whispered, "Go early and come back soon."

Feng Yan nodded, "Then let's go and hold the horse now-"

"No." Wei Xingzhen reached out to block Feng Yan, "It's not safe to ride down the mountain at night."

"Mr. Wei wants to..."

Before Feng Yan could finish speaking, she saw Wei Xingzhen reaching out to him.

"I have a faster way." Wei Xingzhen whispered.

Feng Yan hesitated, but still curiously held Wei Xingzhen's hand that was stretched out - and the next moment, Wei Xingzhen grabbed her and jumped out of the fence of Tianji Palace.

The sound of the wind in my ears suddenly became louder!

Outside the fence of Tianji Palace, there were nearly vertical cliffs. Wei Xingzhen jumped among the raised stones on the cliff, and Feng Yan hugged his neck tightly.

For a moment, she suddenly remembered the night she watched the lanterns by the Luoshui River.

At that time, Yin Shiyun and Wulang slid down from a high place like this. This was based on the ability to control the wind by the void. Feng Yan practiced it for a long time but still couldn't get the key points. Their spiritual consciousness was both wind, and some of them had their own talents to learn.

Today, under the dim moonlight and in the oncoming mountain stream wind, Feng Yan once again felt an indescribable freedom.

It has never happened again after the last time I killed the fake phoenix.

Such opportunities are always hard to come by for Feng Yan, because not every monster has the magical aura as abundant as the fake phoenix, which is enough to support Feng Yan to come and go freely in the air.

However, if there was anything tonight that surprised her the most, perhaps the night flight at this moment could not be ranked first.

What shocked her the most tonight was Wei Xingzhen's determination in this matter.

He seemed sure she wouldn't panic and fear—and that was indeed the case.

"Mr. Wei!" In the midst of the wind, Feng Yan raised her voice unconsciously.

"What?"

Feng Yan raised her hand and pointed to an ancient tree growing in the crack of the cliff in the distance, "Can you go to the tree over there - stop for a while!"

There was an unknown rugged path on the cliff, and a clear lake like cold jade in the distance. She wanted to stop and take a good look.

Wei Xingzhen didn't say anything, but quickly adjusted his direction.

In the mountains and forests at night, he was like a swooping eagle, leading Feng Yan toward his destination.

The wind raised their clothes and made the sound of flags waving.

...

At this time, there was still more than an hour when the IV was still there, and the incense under the mountain temple was still flourishing. More and more mountain people came spontaneously to celebrate the birthday of the immortal.

The temple on the top of the mountain is still empty and there is no one. During the day, the old man carefully checks each room and then locks the door from outside after confirming that there is no one.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear something coming from the top of his head.

The old man turned his head with the sound, but only saw the layers of trees swaying gently not far away.

Oh, is it the wind?

"Uncle Zhang!" A young man hurried over from the front yard, "There are too many people under him, so I can't drive him away!"

Uncle Zhang snorted with disgust, "I don't see you so devoutly on weekdays. I heard that we dare to build a temple here, so I came to celebrate the birthday of the immortal..."

"What should I do now?"

"The immortal said, as long as you don't let someone enter this mountain temple tonight, you can sprinkle lime at the steps of the road down the mountain, and tell them that you can celebrate your birthday. If you cross the line, you will be unhappy and you will be responsible for the consequences!"

"The two living sacrifices will come tonight-"

"You don't have to worry," Zhang Bo said in a deep voice, "When the time comes, I will go down and take them over in person."

"...But Uncle Zhang, I, I see that those people don't dress like ordinary people. And I heard that His Majesty sent some people to Tianji Palace this afternoon, I'm afraid-"

Uncle Zhang held the cigarette gun in his hand and slammed the young man's forehead, "I think your brain is rusted! Will people from the palace run to our small temple?"

The young man held his head with both hands and reacted, "Why can't you? We are so powerful."

The old man glared at him, "The nobles in the imperial city are all above the top. They are too late to spend money in those pagodas and temples. They will only regard us as a wrong way! And I asked them when they came in the afternoon. The two girls were the daughters of Chang'an merchants. Because their sister was in poor health, they came here to seek medical treatment."

"Oh...so."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed twice, "It's my luck. I've been looking for the Gan Shang Sword for several years, but I didn't expect it to be delivered to the door today - it can be seen that God couldn't help but give us a gift for the birthday of the three thousand years to our immortals."

"Then... can the immortal be blessed again tomorrow?"

"That's surely easy to say," the old man smiled. "You can do your job tonight first. You will be blessed by the immortals tomorrow."

"Hey." The young man nodded repeatedly, ran away a few steps with energy, and suddenly braked, "I finished sprinkling lime at that time. Uncle Zhang, do you still need help here?"

"No need," Uncle Zhang waved his hand, "Go and tell the others below that they should not get close to the mountain temple tonight. When I lock these doors, I have to leave quickly."

"clear!"

This conversation came to Gao Chuan Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen's ears word by word.

Between the mottled tree shadows, Feng Yan saw the old man locking the last door in the guest house, and then slowly retreated out of the side door.

Feng Yan sighed softly.

These people are too easy to deceive.

She saw that this "supreme immortal" had a history of Taoism for three thousand years, but she was afraid that it would not last even three hundred years...

There is only one thing worth being wary of - she had never seen a monster so young and so pure as a demon.

It can be seen that this monster's origin or bloodline does have a great origin.

Feng Yan thought, and suddenly looked at Wei Xingzhen, "Do you want to avoid it temporarily?"

"Hmm?" Wei Xingzhen was a little surprised, "Why."

Feng Yan thought carefully and said, "I'm afraid if it affects you-"
Chapter completed!