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Prison.

There is no gloom as imagined, it seems to be a quiet garden, but the long street in front of the prison is very few people, and the gray stone slabs are very clean, and there is not a trace of dust in sight.

On this day, the door of the ink poured slowly opened, and a young girl walked out, her eyes were cold, like a glacier in the far north, but standing there, it was like a clear spring in the deep mountain valley, and her body exuded a fragrance, just like the green lotus blooming after the new rain in the empty mountain.

She is the county lord of Hanyang, the only daughter of this generation of demon kings, and the first royal nobleman to practice "Dragon Gong" to the tenth layer.

The two goalkeepers guarding the prison did not squint, but the corner of their eyes still couldn't help but sweep over, in addition to the eldest prince and the seventh prince, this lord of Hanyang is the most eye-catching legend of the royal family's generation.

At this moment, Liu Qingchan's gaze was a little distant, as if she sensed something, she frowned slightly, looked at the end of the long street, and then left without looking back.

Standing on a familiar street corner, Su Qinian stopped, and in the quiet corner, there was no one.

After half a stick of incense, Su Qinian took a deep breath and turned around again.

Turning around and taking two steps, Su Qinian stopped again, turned around again, and walked back onto the street, and after a stick of incense, he stood in front of the gate of the prison.

The pitch-black gate, the two goalkeepers were dressed in dark blue armor, and their breath was not obvious, but Su Qiannian knew that these two people were at least masters who had entered the first-class mixed yuan realm, and this lotus-patterned iron armor was a royal craft, an extremely precious traceless treasure armor.

Seeing Su Qiannian, the two goalkeepers frowned slightly, and did not speak, a young man who had just built the foundation. There are not a thousand in Chang'an, but there are also eight hundred, which is not worthy of their too much attention, the only thing that surprised the two of them a little was the gaze of this young man, and at first glance they understood that in this deep prison behind them. There must have been someone who was extremely important to the boy.

Su Qinian's gaze was calm, then firm, and then calm, until it was as plain as water, he stood for a whole hour, then bowed three times to the gate of the prison, then turned around, and left without looking back.

......

It was a somewhat dilapidated looking mansion, with not very tall elm doors with peeling varnish. The snow-white seal hung down, and the thick ink on it had become blurred and scattered.

Su Qinian raised his head and looked at the plaque above the door frame, the two big characters of Su Mansion were also a little blurred, but not because of the abrasion of the wind and rain, but because the plaque was cracked, which was a fist print. Deeply embedded in the center of the plaque, and then. With that fist mark as the center, the entire plaque is covered with cobweb-like cracks, and it only takes the last trace of the seal to completely collapse and fall apart.

Stretching out a hand, Su Qi stroked the door. He wanted to push the door open, he wanted to go in and take a look, he didn't even want to use the divine body, spiritual power, he just wanted to rely on his own eyes to take a look. A place that he once knew and lived in for nearly a decade, where all his memories were buried.

This is his home.

After all, he still gave up this idea, he didn't tear off the seal, and he didn't push open the familiar door, because it was not yet time, and one day, he would push the door open and return here, and all the chess holders would pay the price they deserved.

So, he left, he was going to the Dao Academy, to the place designated by the Jiyuan Zhenren, where he would live longer and become stronger.

Of course, for the current Su Qiannian, he just wants to become stronger.

Because there are many doors that he wants to open, and he may not be able to open them if he lives longer.

The Taoist courtyard is in an alley in the east of Chang'an City.

Different from the royal academy known by Su Qiannian, in the most prosperous area in the west of the city, the main gate is magnificent, the whole body is made of golden silk nanmu, the golden light is brilliant, and it is called the temple of the saint in the folk.

Su Qiannian walked into the alley, it was obvious that this was an old alley that had been abandoned for many years, and the brick joints were covered with moss, inky black, and I don't know how long it had been accumulated.

Walking to the end of the alley, Su Qinian saw the mottled gate that he had seen when he walked in by chance, with many old vines winding and climbing on it, which had been locked, and only a side door next to it still had a crack, which was not locked.

Chirping!

The rusty side door was pushed open, making a screeching sound, and when Su Qinian walked in, he saw the desolation full of ruined eyes.

In the former Taoist Academy, many houses and buildings are still there, but there are moss everywhere, clusters, clusters, starting from the inch of land that Su Qinian walked into the Taoist Academy, almost the entire Taoist Academy is enveloped.

It's really dilapidated!

The Taoist Institute is not small, Su Qinian walked down, I am afraid that there are not more than 100 acres of land, in Chang'an City, such a capital city with every inch of land and every inch of gold, it is definitely a huge industry, but it is a pity that it is buried here, at least there are more than a hundred years.

As far as Su Qiannian knows, since the succession of the Han Emperor a hundred years ago, the Taoist Academy has really cut off the inheritance.

Of course, this is also what Su Qinian got from some book biographies, what is the real reason, Su Qiannian does not know, and such a big place, abandoned for so long but still idle, this itself indicates something.

Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are the three avenues in this world, and each of them can go to the legendary realm of destiny.

Of course, there is another avenue that has never been recognized by the righteous path, and that is the demon path.

It is rumored that the demon road comes from outside the territory and is related to the advent of the demon clan, but there has never been any direct evidence, but it is an indisputable fact that the demon chaos in the world and the demon move the earth.

Marquis' Palace, main hall.

The old man in charge of the housekeeper said something very carefully, after half a burnt incense, Ling Tong frowned, and said: "I went to the Taoist Academy, what do you want to do, is there still someone in the rivers and lakes who is not giving up and wants to do something with the help of this young man?"

After pondering for a moment, Ling Tong sneered and said, "First pass the news to the Royal Academy." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

......

At this time, in the Taoist courtyard, Su Qiannian stood in front of a large hall, and couldn't help frowning, there was really no one, so did it make sense for him to travel thousands of miles to this Chang'an City?

Taking out the green cloth package in his arms, Su Qinian opened it, a black porcelain bowl with a missing corner, I couldn't see anything unusual, Su Qiannian never understood why Jiyuan Zhenren asked him to bring this bowl, and whether this bowl had any meaning in this courtyard.

"Hmm, where did you get your bowl? ”

Suddenly, a somewhat lazy voice sounded, Su Qinian was startled, so he followed the sound and looked, only to see a corner not far from the main hall, a thick clump of moss was stretched out, and an old man who looked a little dirty stretched his waist and stood up with a yawn.

And from beginning to end, Su Qiannian didn't notice that there was a person in this courtyard.

Master?

Su Qiannian had such a thought, but he heard the old man rub his eyes, patted the moss that seemed to have grown for a long time on his body, and said casually: "Don't think about it too much, I'm just a wasted person, I just saved a few realms, so you didn't find out, but these days, just having a realm has eggs." ”

"Seniors are from the Taoist Academy?" asked Su Qinian, not letting his guard down because of this.

"The dying man barely became the last master of this temple. The old man stepped forward, looked Su Qiannian up and down, his eyes lit up, and said, "The tenth layer of "Turtle and Snake Gong", you are a disciple of Wudang! I didn't expect that before I died, I could still see a junior who was a top foundation building skill with a perfect tenth layer, it was really rare, not bad. ”

The old man stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, Su Qinian's muscles were a little stiff, not that he didn't want to hide, but from the time the old man stretched out his hand to the time he withdrew his hand, he didn't react at all, or rather, he didn't have time to react.

But in the same way, just like what the old man said, he didn't perceive any power fluctuations, whether it was qi and blood or the true qi of the inner family, it seemed that what was standing in front of him was an ordinary old man.

The most important thing is that the old man can see through his details at a glance, just this eyesight is definitely not ordinary.

"Okay, tell me, where did this bowl come from?" the old man looked at Su Qinian.

This Taoist master doesn't look very old, just very dirty, not tall, even a little low, with gray hair scattered at will, looking at Su Qinian at this time, only a pair of eyes are pitch black and bright, like the deepest starry sky in the night.

Looking at these eyes, Su Qinian almost had an impulse, and involuntarily said, "Ji Yuan." ”

And as these two words were spoken, Su Qinian's heart was shaken, in the ancestral court, the god body was silver, and the power of the fourth "Ecstasy Dafa" was running to the extreme, but he did not find that he had any signs of being enslaved by shock.

However, Su Qiannian was sure that this old man, who claimed to be the last master of the Daoist Academy, had great eccentricity.

At this moment, the old man was silent, he turned around and walked two steps, then left and took two steps, then turned right and took two steps, and finally took a deep breath, turned around, looked at Su Qinian, and said solemnly: "From today on, you will be the next master of the Daoist Academy." ”

The next master?

Su Qinian was shocked by this sentence, he was originally here to study, how could he suddenly become the next master of this academy, besides, he didn't think that he could afford such a dilapidated academy, and since he left this Chang'an City, there has been too much burden on his shoulders, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on, so he refused without hesitation.

The old man sneered and said, "When Ji Yuan handed over this bowl to you, didn't he tell you that whoever got this bowl would be the next master of the Dao Academy, and now this bowl is in your hands, so you are the next master of the Academy, unless you don't want to get everything that Ji Yuan might promise you." (Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a subscription, the ancestor is delayed, the second is even later, sorry.) (To be continued.) )