Someone appears, someone disappears, someone gets together, someone leaves.

Between people, but that's the case.

I don't know when it started, and the wind blew the Xuan Ling.

With the passage of time, some forces disappeared, and some new forces appeared, like dead grass in the autumn wind, sprouting again in spring.

The territory of the Xuan Ling in the Tongtian Pavilion changes almost every three days, which makes the moon who is in charge of the overall situation a little powerless and haggard.

Sazuki finally lay down to rest, and the urgent information came again, and as a last resort, she could only fight her spirit and review the information one by one.

Murong Zi looked at the thinning Shaoyue, and said with some distress: "Shaoyue, let's wait for you to rest and come to see it." ”

Shaoyue glanced at Murong Zi gratefully, smiled reluctantly, lowered her head to look at the information, and said softly: "Grandpa Murong, the most important thing in intelligence is the time limit, if the time passes, then no matter how valuable the information is, it will have no effect." You, as a veteran general, know this best. ”

How Murong Zi didn't understand this truth, he was just a little distressed about Shaoyue's body.

It has been nine years since the Heavenly Gate Retreat, and except for some low-level disciples who have been out of the retreat one after another, most of the personnel are in deep retreat, and some have broken through to the stage of transformation and then retreated again.

It seems that everyone has made up their minds not to reach the limit of the retreat and never leave the retreat.

The silence of a large number of forces has made the operation of the Heavenly Gate a great problem.

Faced with this near-dead problem, Shaoyue rebuilt the management system of Tianmen, with Murong Zi, the former governor of the Yuanming Dynasty, as his deputy responsible for intelligence and security work, and arranged Ye Ru to be responsible for the internal management of Tianmen.

The silent gate of heaven is not the gate of stagnation.

Ziyue has never given up on the development of Tianmen, and looking to the future, he can't ignore the present.

"Hey, the current Xuan Ling is really chaotic. ”

Sazuki sighed, then got up and walked to the north wall, looking at the map of the Xuanling Spirits marked in different colors, frowning slightly.

Murong Zi didn't understand this, just using the word "chaos" to describe the current situation, is it a little inappropriate, this is obviously bloody and stormy.

"Change and change are the things we need to focus on. No matter how the Xuanling situation changes, there are always some that have not changed, such as the top sects such as Yanyue Palace and Dingxian Pavilion. ”

Shaoyue carefully examined the map of Zhongdu, took the tea bowl handed over by Murong Zi, and after thanking him, he continued: "But these have not changed, and they are only superficial. There is no such thing as immutability in the world, and these forces in the capital will not be willing to be lonely. First, there were changes in the meteor and the heavenly court, and then the Danmeng blue wine was attacked, and an elder of the Holy Land was killed. ”

"The wind and rain are too strong and no one can stay out of it. Those things that change are worth paying attention to, but these things that don't change are the most terrifying. Grandpa Murong, do you see that this wind was actively blown by someone. ”

Murong Zi looked at the Xuanling map, and there was some eagerness in his eyes. As a soldier, it is fun to scold Fang Xuan and win a thousand miles.

This map is the country!

This map is the battlefield!

Murong Zi pointed to the map and said, "Child, when and where the wind blows is not the most important thing, the most important thing is where the wind blows." There is no difference between this occult spirit and the world, in the final analysis, the essence is only profit and purpose. ”

Sazuki smiled slightly and said very approvingly, "That's true. ”

Murong Zi walked to the side and took out the bamboo knots, pointed at the area of the Holy Land on the map, and said, "Six years ago, the Holy Land was suddenly attacked, and the Xuanling Continent was in an uproar! This is the first large-scale attack on the Holy Land Headquarters since the Great Monk Treaty. ”

Shaoyue said with palpitations: "This is indeed a shocking event, the Holy Lord Dongfang has not come out of the retreat leisurely, the Holy Land lacks vigilance, and it is impossible to deal with it in a hurry, and the losses are heavy, more than three hundred Holy Ones have fallen, three Heavenly Holy Protectors have fallen, and an elder has also fallen in that battle, if it weren't for the Holy Venerable's action, the Holy Land victims would have been even worse." ”

Murong Zi sighed: "The power to attack the Holy Land has not yet been found, it seems to have appeared out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air, and even the people of the Holy Land have no direction, this is the most weird. You must know that Xuanling masters all have famous skills. The people of the Holy Land are well-informed, and even so, they are still inexplicable and clueless. ”

"This says a lot!" "This shows a lot of problems!" "Ziyue walked back to the table with the tea bowl, and after putting the tea bowl down, he said: "Such a master is definitely not a lonely and unknown person, it can only show that they attach great importance to concealment, and even hide it in the exercises." At the end of the day, they don't want to expose themselves. And this reluctance just shows that there is a force behind them. ”

Murong Zi shook his beard and said, "There are not many forces in the Xuanling Continent that have this kind of power, and even fewer dare to start a war with the Holy Land but retreat with their whole body. After all, it doesn't seem to be more than ten. ”

Shaoyue and Murong Zi walked towards the door of Tongtian Pavilion together, and Shaoyue said: "What we can think of, the people of the Holy Land will also think of, but after a few years of investigation, it seems that all clues have been lost. I'm just curious about what these people are doing this for, and if they know the purpose, maybe they can find the secret hand. ”

Murong Zi smiled, pointed to the distant sky and said, "The clouds walking through the sky may not be without traces, but we can't see them." I believe that when the wind is light, everything will be clear. ”

Sazuki's smile was a little bitter, and she said, "When everything is clear, it is a time of danger. Chaos means that things are not over and can turn around, but once the chaos is over, it means that the end is a foregone conclusion. I'd love to find the guy behind the scenes in the midst of chaos!"

Murong Zi shook his head.

Faced with this strange situation, it is almost impossible to find some evidence of who did it.

Ziyue is not Ye Changtian, and the two people's thinking is completely different.

Ye Changtian's capture of the current situation lies more in the judgment of genius and bold assumptions, while Ziyue attaches more importance to the truth of intelligence and the guidance of evidence.

Intelligence and evidence are inevitable, but in this treacherous environment, it is extremely difficult to sort out a chain of intelligence that is completely valuable but leads to a single goal. every day

Although there are some objects of suspicion in the heart of the moon, the scope of this suspicion is a bit large.

Too much doubt loses the meaning of doubt.

In the past nine years, Ziyue has clarified countless intelligence, responded to dozens of crises, demonstrated strong leadership, and led Tianmen and Qianyuan to create a huge network of forces.

Six years ago, the retreat of the meteor marked the temporary end of the struggle between Tianmen and the meteor, and the two sides seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and since then, there has been no secret fight. Like the Gate of Heaven, Meteor seems to have fallen into silence, and has yet to reveal its voice.

Five years ago, Blue Wine was attacked and killed, and although it was a false alarm, it was also extremely dangerous.

In order to kill Blue Wine, there were thirty Great Monks of the Combined Period and ten monks of the Mahayana Period acting as assassins.

Feng Yidao completely showed his true colors as a sword saint in that battle, and exchanged the lives of three great monks with a single injury!

The strength of a sealable knife cannot save the whole situation.

At that time, the situation was indeed extremely dangerous, and even some Mahayana monks approached Blue Wine, but Blue Wine seemed to have mastered some kind of mysterious power, and actually avoided the extermination of Mahayana monks and persevered until the arrival of the Danmeng master.

The Dan League was furious and investigated, but found that the person who shot did not have any information, as if it was a person who did not exist at all, no matter how much he investigated, there was no news.

This information can only tell one thing:

These are killers who have been kept in captivity since childhood!

It's just that who has the strength and resources to keep Mahayana monks in captivity?

The Mahayana period monk can be said to be the pinnacle of the Xuan Ling, and he is the peerless master second only to the Tribulation Period!

How can these people be willing to be in captivity, and how can these strengths be obtained in captivity?

After the blue wine was attacked, Shaoyue went to the central capital to visit on behalf of Tianmen, and in this gap, Tianmen was attacked, and these attacks appeared directly around Tianmen, and it seemed that all the killers had already been ambushed around the sixteen peaks of Lingyun.

The joint attack of the Mahayana period monks and the combined period monks broke through the outer formation of the Heavenly Gate in a short period of time, but when they faced the eighth-level great array of the Heavenly Gate, they suddenly found that they were a little powerless.

The eighth-level great array after the transformation was no longer the eighth-level great array used in the Canghai Hall, and it could not be easily broken by relying only on two Mahayana monks and twenty combined stage monks.

It seemed that the plan had been blocked, and these people could only stare at the people in the Heavenly Gate washing and drying clothes, but they didn't worry at all.

When these people reacted that this was a trap, the three monsters of Xiling appeared.

She is cautious and thoughtful, how could she not have a countermeasure before leaving the Heavenly Gate.

The attack and destruction of this group did not take long.

By the time the moon returned to Heaven, it was all over.

Needless to say, someone is eyeing the Canglan Immortal Mansion.

This is only one of the more eye-catching crises in the past nine years, and there are many inconspicuous but thrilling crises, such as the siege of Linhe two years ago, Meng Yang and Qingfeng fought together, killing the eighth-layer great monk in the merger period, and shocking the entire Xiling.

According to Ye Changtian, Qinshan Academy is its own people, and the crisis of Qinshan Academy is naturally the crisis of Tianmen.

Three days after Linhe was besieged, Ziyue handed the Tianmen Order to Ye Xiaobai, who had just left the customs, Ye Xiaobai went out of Dongling, entered the East China Sea, and finally brought back three heads, all of which were high-level people with blood characters.

The ninth year of the storm was the nine years of turmoil in Xuanling, and it was also the nine years that Ziyue was in charge of Tianmen.

Ziyue sat in a corridor, looking at the lotus pond, quiet and quiet, and couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

This is Xuanling, it is late autumn at this time, but the lotus that should have been ruined is still too beautiful, and it will never completely wither at four o'clock.

Perhaps, there is no such thing as youth in Xuanling.

Kurong is not an important thing for these cultivators.

The green silk hangs down, and a white hair is so dazzling.

Shaoyue gently wrapped her fingers around the white hair, slightly forced, and the white hair was already pulled down, looking at the miserable white hair, Ziyue's eyes were full of sadness.

I have passed the door of my heart, but I can't pass the door of the years.

took out the purse from his waist, untied it, stuffed the white hair into it, looked at the white hairs stored in the purse, Ziyue silently put it away, and hung the purse on his waist again, and at the bottom of the purse, embroidered with two inconspicuous small words:

Son.

Shaoyue looked at the pond and sighed softly: "Nine years of turmoil, when will it be closed? Xuanling Fengyun, in whose hands?