In the Magic Palace.

The scholar held a glass bowl in his hand, which contained sticky blood. The blood in the bowl was slowly squirming like life.

Sima Wei, who was charred on the platform in front of him, was lying on the charred body.

Not far away are three burning black flames, with Chang'an, Xiangyang and a green mountain view appearing.

"What's the plan?" The heart of the Central Demon God made a sound.

"Very smoothly." replied the scribe.

Heart sneered: "Very smooth? Three heavy weapons of Yin and Yang Mirror, Zhe Drum, Lu Ming Staff fell into the opponent's hands. Zhou Zhen died. Yaoguang, Kaiyang and Yuheng finally collected the resentment dissipated. Not only did the army not increase, but it was less and less. The Eight Kings of the Protecting Formation have left, Wang Hai, is this your "smooth"?"

The scribe who called Wang Hai replied seriously: "My lord doesn't have to worry."

He leaned slightly to the glass bowl in his hand. The blood in the bowl fell on Sima Wei's remains like a ball of pulp, and then squirmed and soaked in, and began to repair his body.

"At least so far, they have not discovered the Ten Thousand Spirit Formation." Wang Hai replied confidently, "Although the number of the Ba army has dropped sharply, we can transform as much as we need. There are people everywhere. Now we will temporarily restrain our reputation, which will not easily arouse their vigilance... As for the three magic weapons, just find time and take them back, and the seven Ten Thousand Spirit Formations will be launched as scheduled."

The heart snorted with disdain.

Wang Hai watched Sima Wei's body be repaired and murmured: "The exorcists are smart and want to control swords, weapons, killing energy to drive human magic weapons. However, they do not know that intelligence is mistaken for intelligence, and resentment will eventually retaliate against their bodies...My Lord."

As Sima Wei's body burned into coke by lightning continued to recover, Wang Hai turned around and walked towards the huge heart: "The battle in the north has given me a major speculation. If this speculation is true, the magic weapon to reshape your body at the eye of the land of China will be an unprecedented weapon, and there is no need to use a lantern to use."

The heart did not answer, as if it was in doubt.

Wang Hai said: "My lord, please see, the Dinghai Zhu that you have been looking for for more than three hundred years may have appeared."

Wang Hai shook his sleeves, and a small bronze bell with a square slap appeared in his hand. With the sound of the bell, the black fire around him transformed out, presenting a illusion in front of him.

In the snow and ice, on the banks of the Salawusu River several months ago, many crows stopped silently on all sides of the Akle camp. One of the crows turned into the tent.

"Xiang Yuyan's son... is there, where is it?"

The heart's pulsation speed suddenly became faster, and the entire Phantom Demon Palace was filled with purple-red light.

Another black fire followed, and the figures of Xiang Shu, Chen Xing, King Aker, and the princess appeared in the flames.

"When did she go to Lake Barrykun?"

"Twenty-two years ago, what happened before you were born," Princess Aker said in her voice. "The first time she saw her, she walked all the way north, saying that she wanted to find someone, a man."

"Bring this woman to me," said the Demon Heart.

Wang Hai replied: "This is the princess of the Aker tribe. He is already dead. He died at the hands of Che Luofeng. His corpse was burned to ashes by the exorcist."

"Stupid!" The demon god's heart almost roared, "It's been three hundred years! It's a full three hundred years before there is a clue!"

"My lord, please rest assured." Wang Hai said seriously, "Xiang Yuyan is Shulukong's mother, and the answer is about to come out. Next, I will search for Dinghaizhu with all my strength. If what I expected is not bad, your brand new body will have a powerful force that cannot be matched by the ancient gods. Even the end of the Battle of Banquan can be rewritten."

A heart suddenly burst into a wild laugh.

In March, thousands of willows are crying in spring, and the gentle wind is gradually rising, the palace is bright, and the palace is beautiful.

Chen Xing's first thought when he got ashore was: he finally got home.

Jiankang in front of him is quite the beauty of "the ritual officials who are ceremonial and ride in the carriage, they come out, they fly whales, bells, climb jade, ride in the time dragons, phoenixes, beautiful and beautiful, and the magnificent officials, and the sky is beautiful, and the sky is beautiful and beautiful."

The Yongjia Rebellion that ravaged the Central Plains has been around for nearly seventy years. The Han people flew south and brought the scenic spots of Chang'an and Luoyang. Just like the officials of the Jin court came with a grand painting, slowly paving to the south bank of the Yangtze River. The scroll suddenly spread out vigorously, and thousands of years of splendid cultural heritage reappeared.

Since the Sun Wu era, Jiankang has been the residence of the emperor. When Emperor Jin Sima Yan unified the world, the Lord of Wu, Sun Hao, surrendered to the city. Without the war, Jiankang has now lived in millions of households in the city. Flying south, he brought books and farming techniques, poetry, calligraphy and painting and the way to casting. At this time, Jiankang City, which is located in the Huai River and east of Zhongshan, has become the center of Shenzhou. It radiates to the west with Moling City, Danyang County, and Langya County in the south, and then expanded to the land of Shenzhou south of the Yangtze River. It is surrounded by salt, iron, coal, silk, a hundred steps, ten miles and a city, medicine, medicine, calligraphy, painting, music, commerce and craftsmen's workshops are extremely prosperous.

The Jiangnan area has been a land of fish and rice since the Qin and Han dynasties. The books are fragrant and the grain is cheap. At that time, the northern Doumi rice under Fu Jian's rule was 12 cents and the Jiankang Doumi rice was three cents, which were even richer than the country of Tianfu in Shu. There was no hunger and no hunger, but the chaff and animal feeding. If the county was in the prosperous years, the grain would be even rotten and feeding rats in the warehouse. Such a low price of rice naturally feeded a large number of people from a hundred families. By the early years of Taiyuan, there were many talents in the south, and the scholars from the south and local geniuses. Among the million households in the city, there were nearly 100,000 scholars who did not serve the production. The Jin court had no official positions to provide, so they had to talk about the mysterious politics all day long to spend their time.

Xiang Shu officially came to the Han world for the first time and was stunned. The "South" that the Hu people said by word of mouth was even more brilliant than what they had heard before. After Xie An received the two, he specially carried Chen Xing and Xiang Shu on an open-top car along the Qinhuai River and walked around the small half of the city to the place where he landed.

When Chen Xing saw Xiang Shu's eyes, he knew that he was shocked by Jiankang's atmosphere, and he couldn't say that he felt a little proud. Although it was the first time Chen Xing came here, he was also a little surprised.

"I received your letter on the way. I guess you could arrive today, so I took the liberty to welcome you." Xie An said with a smile.

"No! No, no, no, no!" Chen Xing was very satisfied. He was so arrogant. He really gave him enough pomp and made him vain in front of Xiang Shu and liked him very much. But suddenly he found that the readers who came to pick him seemed to have used two kinds of eyes to look at him and Xiang Shu. When he looked at him, Chen Xing was curious and admiring, and when he looked at Xiang Shu, he was amazed and admiring. When he was riding the bus, he heard someone quietly discussing: "There is such a beautiful man..."

"It's too loud!" Chen Xing said impatiently, "I heard it all!"

"My junior brother, how about Jiankang compared to Chang'an?" Xie An said lightly without saying the topic.

"That..." Chen Xing was a little confused and said, "By the way, I got off the boat and wanted to ask, Lord Xie, when did we become brothers?"

Chen Xing kept recalling that Xie An had studied under the famous scholar Huan Yi. Huan Yi and Chen Xing's father Chen Zhe did not seem to have a relationship with him. What he insisted on saying may be scholars?

"The Hero Baili once agreed to accept me as his disciple," Xie An smiled, "You were still young at that time, and I thought you had forgotten."

"Is there any?" Chen Xing's doubts had already broken through the sky. He did have a senior brother named Wang Meng. He just didn't remember that his master even accepted Xie An as his apprentice. But since Xie An insisted, just call him that, it would not be a loss anyway.

Xiang Shu glanced at Xie An, and Chen Xing smiled casually and said, "Although Fu Jian has managed Chang'an well, he is still far behind Jiankang."

Not only is it far behind? He can't catch up with him. Fu Jian suffered a loss. The previous northern monarchs, Liu Yuan, Ran Min, Shi Chong, etc., killed too many people and drove away all the Han people, resulting in his poor and poor performance when he took over Chang'an, so he had to start from scratch.

Chen Xing explained a little, meaning that Xie An's identity was not an exorcist, and Xiang Shu did not answer. He turned his eyes to the mansion on the street, and saw that the row of hundreds of large mansions passing by was much more grand than that of Tuoba Yan's home in Chang'an.

Chen Xing also felt that Jiankang's buildings were really much more luxurious than Chang'an, so he asked: "Where is this place?"

"I don't know." Xie An replied casually, "There are all the residences of the Han tribe nearby. When we see this, we live in Wuyi Lane."

Chen Xing: “…”

Xiang Shu: “…………………”

Xie An was over 10 years old, but he was well maintained. He had several strands of whiskers under his chin and an ancient jade tied around his waist. Unlike Hu people who liked to hang all the accessories on their body, they could see that everything was just right, and they were even more smiling in their words. Men usually have a twenties and thirties at this age. They still have a young and handsome look. They just rely on two things to pile up. One is to study, and the other is to make money.

"This brother..."

"I'm a mute." Xiang Shu said coldly.

When Chen Xing was embarrassed, Xie An suddenly burst into laughter and made a gesture to pat Xiang Shu on the shoulder, but he was very careful not to touch him. He smiled and said, "The great sound is rare, and the great wisdom is like foolishness, which is the ultimate truth in the world."

When Chen Xing saw Xie An's actions, he knew that Xiang Shu was a Hu man. The Hu man didn't like being touched by someone's shoulders. Then Xie An thoughtful again and glanced at Chen Xing, with a deep look in his eyes.

"Xiang Shu is my guardian." Chen Xing explained.

"It seems that the journey is very smooth." Xie An said applaudingly.

"Perhaps," Chen Xing said with a smile, "This matter is really short in life, and it's a long story..."

Xie An said again: "Senior brother, you probably have to stay in Jiankang for a long time. It's not too late to talk about it later. Come on, I'll welcome you first!"

When the carriage arrived outside Wuyi Lane, I saw that the entrance was very small, the lintel was half a meter long Kunshan jade. The vermilion gate was written with two words "Xie" and the brushwork was straight and elegant. Chen Xing couldn't help but exclaim. Xie An smiled and turned around and said, "Youjun? My junior brother praised your handwriting for being beautiful."

Following Xie An, the man who wrote for Xie An was named Wang Xizhi. He immediately smiled and bowed and said, "I will go home and change my clothes first, and come to have tea later."

Opposite the Xie family was the Wang family. Chen Xing happily entered the Xie family. Xie An was an official in the court and bought this mansion alone, not living with the Xie family. The children of the gentry who came to greet him entered the Xie'an mansion in sequence. The door was not big, but after entering, they occupied a vast area, with all the mountains, rivers and pavilions. The main body of the mansion covers a few acres, and there was no way to see that there was such a vast space in a small door.

Xie An first arranged for Chen Xing and Xiang Shu to rest for a while, and then invited him to serve tea in the main hall.

Xiang Shu looked around and Chen Xing came over and knocked on the door.

"You are very familiar with each other?" Xiang Shu frowned.

"I'm not familiar with it." Chen Xing smiled frankly. He knew what Xiang Shu was thinking - such a warm hospitality must have some plans. In connection with his experience in Chang'an, Xiang Shu was a little wary.

Chen Xing explained: "When I was studying art in Huashan, he visited once and also mentioned that if I need it, I would be willing to support it with all my strength."

Chen Xing once met Xie An and his master once, and later learned from his master that Xie An came to him. This man has liked to wander around the mountains and forests since he was a child, visiting famous rivers and mountains, and is full of yearning for bizarre legends such as cultivating immortals, controlling swords, catching monsters, etc.

Unfortunately, Xie An was not from a family of exorcisms. After all the things returned to silence, the world was no longer able to do so. Many ancient exorcisms also became legends. The great cause of searching for seclusion and cultivating immortals became increasingly slim as he grew older. Fortunately, one day, he finally found Huashan.

With his fanaticism about becoming an exorcist, Xie An expressed to Master Chen Xing that he would do his best to support the liberation of the Exorcist.

Before Chen Xing came out of the mountain, his master quickly received Xie An's support. Not only that, the master and apprentice practiced in Huashan, and they usually cost money to eat and use. Chen Xing's master was Baililun, and he said that he was an assassin who had been favored by the Chen family. How could he farm? He could only kill corrupt officials occasionally for the people, and he could not make a few small money. He owed a lot.

Xie An came to visit once and learned that Baililun and Chen Xing were living in poverty, so he paid out of his own pocket without saying a word and paid off his debts for the master and apprentice, and there were still a lot left. After that, the master praised Chen Xing very much, but Yan Suixing was indeed awesome. Chen Xing was very impressed by him. I remember that Xie An gave his master three thousand taels of silver.

Xiang Shu: "He wants to be an exorcist?"

Chen Xing said: "A beautiful yearning, which was found in youth. I want to be a hero and righteous person, go with my sword, not in the secular world, and win the demons and fight with evil spirits, and hold on to unfair wishes."

When Chen Xing was reminded by Xiang Shu, he felt that Xie An was a little overly enthusiastic, but he had nothing to do for Xie An to plot against. If Xie An was in the corpse of Shi Hai, he knew his master's origin and the location of the master's sect, and he would have planned it long ago and would not wait until this time.

"Let's go," Chen Xing was a little suspicious when Xiang Shu said, so he could only say, "Look at what he said."

The literati in the hall had already been waiting for Chen Xing to serve tea. After the two of them sat down, Xie An first introduced his nephew Xie Xuan, and then the clans and the children and nephews of Wang Xizhi and the Wang family. After so many people came, Chen Xing could not remember who was who, so he had to greet him one by one according to the etiquette. The host raised the tea, and everyone used tea one by one. The tea was served in a large bowl, but there was only a bowl bottom and a small piece of dessert.

Chen Xing thought to himself that Xiang Shu probably scolded the Han people for being so much tea, not enough for him to drink in one sip.

After everyone praised the tea, they began to make connections. Chen Xing first talked about his master's degree, and everyone then focused their attention on Xiang Shu.

"What do you call this...beautiful man?" Xie Xuan asked.

All the people in the world have always judged people by their appearance. From the moment Chen Xing got ashore, many people occasionally glanced at Xiang Shu. When they walked along the street, they couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The two children of the King and Xie families saw that Xiang Shu was handsome and handsome, and they carried a big sword with a strong sword in their arms. They all felt good about the spirit of being a hero and righteous person. They wanted to talk to him for a few words, but Xiang Shu was always following Xie An and couldn't help it. They kept showing their eyes, Xiang Shu pretended not to see it. At this time, when Chen Xing officially introduced, they sat upright and smiled at Xiang Shu.

"He is me..." Seeing that Xiang Shu had no intention of speaking, Chen Xing had to introduce him. He wanted to make up a background for him and explained that "he is my guardian, and he is a member of the Xiang family in Kuaiji." When he said that, he had no reason to move in his heart. He remembered that Xiang Shu had thought about his background. In this regard, Chen Xing felt that he understood Xiang Shu's heart, so he respected his original intention and changed his words: "He is my Hu friend, with a duplicate surname Shulu, and a single name with a Kong character, Chile Chuanxia, ​​and Tiele clan."

The whole hall was quiet in an instant. Xiang Shu was a little surprised and glanced at Chen Xing, with a faint smile in his eyes. His lips moved slightly and he made a lip shape. Chen Xing understood it. The lip shape meant "thank you".

Xie An knew something was wrong when he heard this, so he hurriedly turned his eyes to Chen Xing. At that time, the Hu and Han tribes had a deep hatred. The scholars from Jiangnan could not eat their flesh and sleep with their skin. As soon as they came up, they poked a hornet's nest. What's wrong?

Sure enough, it was a little quiet and there was less than three breaths, and the hall was in full swing.

"What?!"

"Hu people?!"
To be continued...