The dark night was like a huge and heavy black curtain, covering the entire world.

In this heavy night, clouds are moving forward silently, with only the sound of water accompanying you, without knowing the time, without asking about the east and west.

Yun Luo began to count his belongings. There were not many things in his own small items, a small luggage, a few clothes, a hat, and a wooden bookcase he made himself, filled with all kinds of miscellaneous books he had collected this year.

Two long swords, "Shanhe" and "Qianjun", he is personally very satisfied with these two names.

Then there was a small stack of written talismans. When Fu Lin taught him the basic principles of talismans, he carefully selected a few "simple" talisman painting methods to teach Yun Luo, and used the "thunder and lightning talismans to attack, "shrinking the ground into an inch talisman", "suspending breathing talismans" and "suspending talismans to run away". With these four talismans, Yun Luo spent a year and drew countless talisman papers to barely learn it.

After all, not everyone looks like Fu Tianqi.

There are some bottles and jars. He doesn't need any harm now, and his body's recovery speed is extremely abnormal, so these bottles and jars are all seasoning spices. Since Yang Qing complained that the things he baked were unpalatable, Yun Luo covered his head and ran wildly on the road of delicious food. Now the things he tossed out are no worse than those masters in the restaurant.

Just such a few things make people feel sad. Every time Yang Qing silently watches him treat those broken things as treasures, he will subconsciously look at his own small objects. He wants to smash the dazzling array of treasures inside on his face, so that he will not be like a fool who has never seen the world. You are Brother Ling's son!

However, what Yang Qing didn't know was that the "two fools" in his heart were lucky, and he really made a fortune this time.

The two most eye-catching swords, one long and one short, only Yun Luo has time to look closely at this moment. Night vision and other things are not a problem for practitioners. There is an inscription engraved on the long sword, and the two words "Xiao Lian" are carefully identified.

Yun Luo pursed his mouth, and what strange name is far worse than mine.

He took out the short sword again, which said "Qinglu" on it. Yunluo shook his head, but didn't recognize him. He turned around and asked Uncle Yang.

Speaking of Uncle Yang, I don’t know where I went out here. Is it on the Xiangjiang River? How can I contact Uncle Yang then? Oh, forget it, don’t think about it now. Let’s look for someone to ask when you go to the shore.

So he put the two swords back into the square object, then took out a jade token. He looked over and over again, and the jade quality was so good that it seemed that his knowledge had to be strengthened.

Yun Luo sighed while taking out the wooden statue again, looking shocked. He didn't notice before, isn't this the God of Fire? Why do he wear a green robe? Could it be that this is the appearance of Zhu Rong's water god in the south sea?

After putting away the wood carving, the end was the stack of golden talisman paper and water-repellent beads. He didn't take out these two things, not because he understood clearly, but because he was worried that he would take them out and accidentally blow the wind or his hand would slip away.

At this moment, this cautious financial fan remembered that he wanted to return these things to Sister Nianxi, how could he bring them out!

He was wondering whether to go back, and the boat also stopped strangely, waiting for Yun Luo's decision.

Forget it, I can't figure it out even more when I go back now, so I just pretend to keep it for Sister Nianxi, and I can give it back to the Zheng family later, or to her in person.

Of course, the biggest gain of this trip is the green crystals quietly floating in the dantian at this moment.

Yun Luo is still in an incredible trance, and he got the immortal character by himself?

The immortal pattern that countless great monks dream of fell into his hands like this?

Suddenly he remembered Xun Yu. Grandpa stood at the peak of Hedao Realm for many years, and probably had no immortal character. Can he give this immortal character to his grandfather?

Thinking of this, Yun Luo tried to move the immortal pattern out of his dantian, in vain.

As he was puzzled, another divine thought was opened in his mind. Zhu Rong looked at him like a fool, "I didn't expect you to have such a stupid idea. If you want to take out this immortal pattern, your dantian will be ruined. If it is yours, just hold it and take it! Stupid!" After cursing, Zhu Rong's figure dissipated in Yunluo's sea of ​​consciousness again.

Yunluo: "..."

Suddenly, a beam of light burned the dark night in front of me into the unknown distance.

Yunluo slowly approached the increasingly larger light, and it turned out to be a still busy dock.

So, he kept Zhu Rong's instructions in mind, quickly took out a breath-holding talisman from the square object and stuck it on his body.

Zhang Dean unloaded the last large bag of cargo from the big ship at the dock. His twenty-year career in coolies did not affect his balance. He built the carriage neatly on the carriage beside the dock, nodded and took a small handful of copper plates from the cargo ship manager. Zhang Dean took off the sweat towel hanging around his waist, wiped the sweat on his forehead, wrung the sweat towel, and let out a long breath. It was another harvest day.

He greeted his fellow brothers who were coming and going, picked a stone tablet and sat down, then wiped a handful of sweat that had oozed out again, and then appeared in front of him in a blue shirt.

"Brother, can there be an inn here?"

Yun Luo, who had changed into a clean blue shirt, jumped onto the dock from a dark place. Naturally, he didn't have to worry about the boat and returned to the South China Sea Temple by himself.

He saw that Zhang Dean was kind-hearted and started chatting.

Zhang Dean only took a glance, from boots to headdresses, and he remembered them all in his heart. This was his ability to practice for many years on the dock, and it was also the reason why he was able to become one of the most earned coolies on the dock.

This look is very particular. If you look at it for a long time, you will cause trouble. If you look short, you will be useless. How to stay and wander around and what details you need to look at are all Lao Zhang’s ability to prepare to pass on his family.

With just one glance, he knew that the boy in front of him was not the same as him. He was not very luxurious, but it was not bad either. It mainly depends on his temperament.

So he stood up respectfully and said to the young man with a foreign accent: "Young Master, there are many inns in the town, and there are all expensive and cheap ones."

Yun Luo's heart sank. Something was not right, it was not the Hengyang accent.

Nodded, bowed and thanked him, and prepared to leave.

Zhang Dean said again, "Those inns are very good at slaughtering customers. If the young master needs it, I can take you to be more fair."

As soon as he said that, Zhang Dean wanted to slap himself twice, saying this!

But because of this sentence, Yun Luo turned around and smiled, "Then do the trouble with brother?"

Zhang Dean felt relieved and said, "Young Master, waited, then ran to the eaves of the opposite warehouse, accurately pulled out his top from the row of clothes laid on the wooden shelf, and followed Yun Luo with a smile.

Looking at Zhang Dean's eagerness to speak, Yun Luo smiled gently, "Brother, why do you all take off your clothes there?"

Zhang Dean was shocked.

"In theory, it is natural to be more comfortable to carry things while wearing clothes." Yun Luo said as he walked, "But clothes are expensive."

After saying that, Yun Luo looked at Zhang Dean and the two laughed tacitly.

Zhang Dean looked at Yun Luo without any trace, it was wrong.

"Brother wants to say again, I don't look like I can know this?" Yun Luo joked again.

Zhang Dean was stunned. Could it be that he had met a god? But I haven't heard of any trace of a god in this place for hundreds of years.

With a hint of nostalgia, Yunluo smiled and said, "I have done this job, too."

Now Zhang Dean became even more suspicious. Thinking that the young man was like a kind person, he plucked up the courage to say, "I don't believe this old Zhang."

Yunluo did not answer him, but looked at the moon in the sky, "I don't believe it."

Zhang Dean took Yunluo to the town next to the pier, admiring the young man from the bottom of his heart.

I was disliked by Yang Qing and despised by Zhu Rong before. There was no way. Compared to them, Yun Luo was indeed far from it.

But it doesn’t mean that Yunluo is really bad. On the contrary, compared with most people in this world, Yunluo is already excellent enough.

The inn owner, who is so outstanding that he still has charm, intentionally or unintentionally wanted to brush his green jade hands towards Yun Luo's chest. But this young man hasn't been to Fuxu Town for a long time.

Zhang Dean coughed lightly, "My sister Shao, you have to give this young master a kind price."

"I know, I know, I talk a lot." Hearing this rustic name that suddenly made me lose my grade, the boss looked at Lao Zhang hatefully, turned his head and smiled and said to Yun Luo: "Young master, what room do you want? My room is clean and tidy, and you can still see the sea outside the window of the room."

Listening to the sensation in the voice, Yun Luo smiled slightly, "Then come to the room where you can watch the sea."

"Young Master, please follow me." The boss's wife took Yun Luo to the upper floor in person. Looking at the cheerful twisted waist, Yun Luo's expression was calm, and Zhang De'an swallowed unconsciously.

Rejecting the boss's invitation to drink and chat, Yun Luo sat down alone in the room, feeling calm.

During the conversation with Zhang Dean just now, he confirmed that he was in Nanyue, which was nearly a thousand miles away from Hengyang, which meant that he and Uncle Yang were separated. Even Uncle Yang might not know his whereabouts, and he didn't need to wait here, so he needed to think about his future path.

Looking at the sea outside the window, it was vast, surging, calm and lonely, and seemed to be able to accommodate many words and Yun Luo's chaotic heart at this moment, so his heart slowly calmed down.

Although his grandfather, Xun Yu, the prime minister of Shu, had planned a lot for him, he never made any clear requests to him. He just spread the cruel truth in front of him along with the manual of Qinling.

It seems to be saying, child, you can choose your life yourself.

Thinking of Qin Ling, he couldn't help but think of all the things recorded in the manual. What a cruel heart and vicious hand that could make those scenes of tragedy on earth.

Why did your parents die?

How did Qinling die and who killed him?

What kind of force is secretly firing the Ling family army into pieces?

Yun Luo felt sad and indignant in his heart and wanted to ask himself about the figure sitting on the dragon throne.

So, for the first time, he made up his mind that he would personally walk into the majestic city of Tianjing, into the numerous palaces, and ask the enemy who used to be his uncle and now he killed his father and mother, why!

Grandpa is old, old man Jiang is old, Grandpa Wen's hair is white, so many people have been waiting for a truth for seventeen years, and they can't wait long.

There is an extra mountain and river sword in Yunluo's palm. Yang Hao, three years later, see you in Tianjing!

I was full of grief and anger and wanted to speak with a three-foot sword.

In the year, in early summer of the 17th year of Yongding.

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Tianjing City is majestic and towering.

There is also a heroic city among the heroic city, that is the imperial city.

A gust of wind passed through the palaces, stayed at the desk of Emperor Yongding, and flipped the pages of the book.

The man in a dragon robe had a handsome face, and his two beards just right to add enough majesty to him.

He silently wrote a "three" on the new page opened by the wind, concentrating on his thoughts.

Three years later, his cultivation level will be able to break through to the eighth level and become a rare great monk among emperors. He is strong and healthy, young and strong, and is enough to deal with the fine and complicated government affairs.

Three years later, his 20-year harsh forbearance with the national army will officially end. In the secret warehouses in China, there will be enough military rations for hundreds of thousands of troops to capture the past year, a large number of excellent military formation resources will be continuously stored, and a cavalry that can compete with the Blizzard Wolf Cavalry of the North Abyss will be trained quietly. The point of the military front is the majestic and arrogant grassland dynasty in the north.

At that time, a majestic empire will be created in his own hands. He will prove to history, the future, and the world that Yang Hao is the most suitable Lord of Destiny, not the Ling Qingyun who has been buried in history!

As for the orphan with news all over the world, Yang Hao, who is now in love with the world, only a few commands will naturally be swept away the orphans. This is power and power.

I have great talents and strategies, and I want to share with the people of the world.

In the year, in early summer of the 17th year of Yongding.
Chapter completed!