The remaining light splashed in the pits on the cold street, sparking sparks. The wind was a bit harsh, but fortunately there was still the smell of alcohol in my throat, which was resistant to the autumn cold. The man carrying the pole and selling noodles had already packed up his stall and wiped the man who was supporting his family with a cloth towel on his body.

On such a cold night, even in Chang'an, people are rarely seen at night. Dog barking comes from the dark alley. The wind blows the baskets thrown at the end of the alley and bumps for a long time before stopping against the wall.

Some are like the bleakness in the north, with a little coldness and noise. This night, like a trickling of time, I saw the springs and streams, standing in the valley to listen to the sound of the water and stones.

A man dressed as a literati, who went to and from the fireworks, was more popular among women. Qin Tianhe used the intention of drinking to enhance his courage, his eyebrows and eyes were bold, and the warm fire was rippling with a slight fire. A bright-wearing woman hooked Qin Tianhe's arm into the attic. It is true that you have to have fun in life, but you have to be romantic.

Lin Ziyun found a good location and ordered a table of wine and food with Qin Song, which were delicious and delicious. White vinegar fish, sour sea bass, salt shrimps, and white chop chickens were also indispensable. The Zuichun, snowy, laurel, and peach-tip table produced in famous restaurants in Chang'an, was a big table with two people.

Qin Song called a woman in red clothes, tassels pouring down and heavy makeup. Lin Ziyun saw that the woman was a little restrained, and was drinking alone, looking at Qin Song occasionally, with a hint of sorrow in her eyes. Seeing that Qin Song was a little unwilling to let go, Lin Ziyun used the excuse to appreciate the flowers and weeping willows.

Three thousand fame and fortune, eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers. Not to mention the beautiful scenery of this small restaurant, Lin Ziyun sighed. The sigh was an enlightenment of the soul and a hesitation.

A beautifully dressed prostitute rushed to Lin Ziyun in groups. Although he also laughed at himself as someone who was not romantic, the man was not romantic. However, when he actually met the scene of a group of flowers, he still couldn't help but face it. Lin Ziyun was like a child, and escaped in panic. He looked up and looked at the three words "Zuihonglou", as if he saw a flood of beasts.

Actually, it’s not his fault. What he didn’t know was that since he practiced the “Qi Refining Art”, he cut a shackle from the mortal world that he could not see or touch. The great way is ruthless, and the people who practice the great way are even more ruthless, and there are separations between immortals and mortals. There are 80,000 words in the world, but the word love is the most hurtful. Perhaps the word burning immortal in the red dust is about the word love, and these seven emotions and six desires are also the karma fire in the red dust.

Lin Ziyun escaped, picked up the path, and walked towards a deep and long path.

The lights turned off like a bit of autumn rain, refreshing the heart. Suddenly, a scream from the building was heard, and the forest cloud dissipated its spiritual consciousness, and its eyes showed a strange look.

The Yao window was flashing with bright peach light, and the handsome Qin Gong was lying on the window in a panic. He said anxiously: Girl, don't, don't. No intentional offense, no intentional offense

The laughter fell into the quiet rhyme, and the woman's voice moved sharply.

My husband, my husband, come here.

This woman could not recognize Qin Tianhe, a famous minister under the famous Marquis of Zhenguo. The reputation of the two Qins could suddenly thunder on the ground when they fell into the court, but in the girl's heart, she was just a handsome client who looked for flowers and willows. Qin Tianhe had just woken up and almost shuddered from the soul. His handsome face turned blue, and when he saw that the sweet lady was about to come, he was startled and shouted, jumped off the window.

If Lin Ziyun hadn't happened to escape by the way, she would have fallen out of recognition and became an ugly monster. The woman was startled and looked through the window, and just saw Lin Ziyun embracing Qin Tianhe. She snorted coldly, closed the window and muttered a few words. She vaguely heard that she seemed to be saying something that was so scary? She was handsome, but she seemed to have never seen a woman before.

Lin Ziyun lowered his head and saw Qin Tianhe looking at him in his arms. Lin Ziyun quickly let go of his hands. Qin Tianhe fell and burst into tears, wailing endlessly. The two of them had a very ambiguous posture just now, which made people imagine.

Lin Ziyun smiled and said: Grandpa Qin, is the daughter of Chen’s house so beautiful?

It was really hard to lift any pot, Lin Ziyun spoke casually but was in pain in Qin Tianhe. He gritted his teeth: Qin Song, a thief. He rarely cursed people on weekdays, but he was furious when he was teased by Qin Song this day, and he wanted to peel Qin Song's skin.

He was very proud of himself in his life, but he only had a special liking for Miss Shen, and had already secretly fell in love with him. The two of them recited poems and talked about each other under the moonlight in the flowers and fields. The immortal Lai Pihan wanted to catch him and drink. Forget it, he took him to the fireworks place and almost ruined his innocence. Thinking of this, a cold light appeared in Qin Tianhe's eyes.

Mr. Qin, this person is drunk, it’s not your fault. I don’t know anything, I’ve seen anything before. Lin Ziyun is careless.

Humph! Qin Tianhe snorted heavily, but did not mess around. In fact, he knew that Lin Ziyun was not the culprit, and that this person was also a cultivator, so he was not easy to offend. Second, this person saved him just now. Third, it was a mistake. Just when his eyes were confused, he treated the girl drunk in the Red Mansion as Shen Luyi. Thinking of this, Qin Tianhe looked embarrassed and dared not think about it again.

The two walked through the short alley and walked on the long street. They saw a young man who looked like a servant coming to block the road, blocking Lin Ziyun and saying: This immortal chief, my prince, please go to Zhaixing Tower to see you.

Lin Ziyun was confused, not knowing when he knew His Royal Highness the Prince. Qin Tianhe looked at the servant's waist sign for a while, and said: Your Royal Highness is the Prince of Pingyang?

It is, Mr. Qin. My master had just met Lin Xianchang from Lord Shen's mansion, but he didn't have the chance to greet him. He said that he had met Xianchang several times and asked me to follow Xianchang behind him to invite Xianchang to Zhaixing Tower to meet him. The servant replied respectfully.

Qin Tianhe obviously knew Zhao Qin's various bad deeds, and his eyes showed disgust. If he hadn't been concerned about the slaves of the Pingyang Palace here, he would have advised Lin Ziyun not to go.

When you go back, tell your master, Lin thanked him for his kindness. However, Lin really didn't know where he saw Your Highness. Please tell me that Lin still needs to accompany Lord Qin to deal with some things so that he doesn't have to wait for Lin.

The man muttered.

Lin Ziyun and the others had already walked away without waiting for his answer.

Lin Ziyun was thinking in his mind, and Qin Tianhe's voice sounded from his ears.

Brother Lin knew Zhao Qin? He continued: This man is lazy and likes to force a robbery of a good woman. No one dares to mess with his father because he is King Pingyang, so he does all the bad things.

If Lin Ziyun knew someone before he met Qin Song, one in Chang'an was the Princess Changle. Unfortunately, this woman was not from the Pingyang Palace mentioned in Qin Tianhe's mouth, but another was a man he met on the street at Sunset. Lin Ziyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and it turned out that the man was His Highness, the Prince of the Pingyang Palace, Zhao Qin.

The orange-yellow painting was painted with a few clouds and a flat moon. The sloppy autumn wind made the two men in white look a little thin. The sky was a little dark. They were standing on the bridge, and their shadows stretched to the bridge.

The mottled bridge of the arch bridge, the Chang'an lamp is not asleep, the figure is thin, the sound of the deserted water flowing is recited in the long night.

Qin Tianhe looked at Lin Ziyun with great interest, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Lin Ziyun waited patiently and poured a sip of wine into her stomach.

I am a madman in Chu, and Feng Ge laughs at Confucius. But whoever has his head turned off, no matter how the water flows eastward. The forest clouds are murmured.

Qin Tianhe didn't know why Lin Ziyun sang this poem, but was still savoring the exquisiteness of this poem.

A sudden change occurred, and a golden light burst out in the long night. A white lightning came from nowhere, tearing open the curtain of the dark night and pulling out long holes. Lin Ziyun turned his right hand, and the iron sword behind him was already in his hand.

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He whispered, and the cold blade had been unsheathed. The sword was like a white dragon in the night, and it was shot towards the white lightning at an extremely fast speed. With a shocking sound, Qin Tianhe had already knelt on the ground, his face full of fear.

Lin Ziyun stared at a man in blue in the water of the Huai River, motionless.

The man was silent, his body ran into the Jingzhe, turning into a brilliant shadow, and he had already appeared beside Lin Ziyun in one breath. The man in blue grabbed Lin Ziyun hard like an iron hook. In the moment of lightning, Lin Ziyun's body turned into a star shadow and shattered. The man grabbed a little surprised and suspicious.

Lin Ziyun had already appeared near Qin Tianhe. He did not see any movement. A blue rune suddenly appeared around him, and the divine patterns surged, surrounding Qin Tianhe in a circle.

Stay, don't move. Lin Ziyun instructed.

The man in blue attacked for some reason. In order to protect Qin Tianhe's safety, Lin Ziyun arranged a prison ban around him. Since this ban is used by trapped people, it is OK as a defense as long as the person cannot break through.

Lin Ziyun's body fell on the bridge like a cheetah. He pinched the trick in his hand and slashed out a flame knife. The fire suddenly shone like a fire dragon, spreading its teeth and claws towards the man in blue. Lin Ziyun's body was full of spiritual power, and he slashed out three flame knifes one after another.

The man in blue was obviously a cultivator. He saw him recite the secret and a water dragon was rising up in the Huaihe River. Water and fire invaded, and both of them were as if they were facing a great enemy.

Fellow Taoist, I was reckless before. I am Li Mu from Shanyue Sect. I just tried it out and had no other intentions. However, the man in blue looked at Lin Ziyun and suddenly smiled.

Lin Ziyun was unhappy when he was inexplicably attacked. But seeing that he was polite, it was hard to do anything again, and sneered: If you do this, if you don’t give me an explanation, I, Lin, are not sure, but I, should ask for an explanation from fellow Taoist fellow.

The man didn't mind hearing what he said, and praised: I was really not considering this matter, so don't blame me. In fact, I was in the world to carry out a mission of the sect. I was ordered to assist Prince Pingyang ascend the throne as king. But today I heard about fellow Taoists from the prince, so I came to test it.

The Prince of Pingyang ascended the throne and became the emperor? The mission of the sect? Lin Ziyun thought to himself. He was not clear about the secrets of this at the moment, but this person had already made it clear. He must have heard of him from Zhao Qin. He must have wanted to try his skills, but he was inexplicably tested and was always unhappy.

Lin had only met Prince Pingyang for a few times, and I don’t know what you are doing. Lin Ziyun preached in a plain tone.

To be honest, Li Long, the Great Qin Dynasty, would soon receive retribution. Now many sects have sent people to lower the world to assist the new king ascend the throne, and the person selected by the lower sect is Zhao Qin. Since Fellow Daoist Lin has some connections, it is better to assist him ascend the throne with me. Li Mu spoke.

Oh, if fellow Taoist said this, then Qin will indeed fall into war. But, how can you believe your words without any reason? Also, I am not one-sided with Zhao Qin, and it is impossible for me to help him become king. Lin Ziyun said decisively.

Li Mu's expression changed and he was not in a hurry to speak. He had just fought with Lin Ziyun and confirmed that this person was indeed a bit capable. Although he still has fellow disciples, he is currently mixed with people in the human world, so it is better to have an extra helper, but this person does not believe what he said for the time being.

He saw that although Lin Ziyun's cultivation skills were orthodox, he seemed to have no mention of the cultivation world and his sect, and he had already made some guesses. Li Mu smiled and said: Fellow Daoist Lin, don't be too busy to refuse, as long as Fellow Daoist Lin can help Zhao Qin seize the throne. At that time, not only can you share some luck in the world, but it will be of great use to your own cultivation. Moreover, I guarantee that if this matter is done, I can apply for a quota for a disciple from the sect to the sect for a fellow disciple.

Speaking of this, he saw Lin Ziyun's eyes moving. Without waiting for Lin Ziyun to reply, Li Mu continued: You and I will be destined to the heavens and die. I guess that there should be no sect for the time being. If you are like a casual cultivator, it will be a huge difficulty if you have no chance to cultivate to the foundation-building realm, let alone the great way. As long as the fellow Taoist enters the mountain gate, not only can you browse the letters from previous generations, but also under the protection of the sect, there is no hope for advanced high-level cultivators to be promoted.

As the man speculated, Lin Ziyun was indeed a little moved.

From his words, Lin Ziyun vaguely knew that this place seemed to be the human world, and there should be the so-called cultivation world outside the human world. This can also explain that no wonder the spiritual energy here is so barren.

As for whether to choose to assist Zhao Qin, it can be said otherwise. Perhaps following this person can learn some things that he urgently needs to know. He was not polite at the moment and bowed to him: Fellow Daoist Li, Lin can consider what you said, but everything has to be decided until he personally meets Prince Pingyang before he can decide.
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