Chapter 696

It was Weng Jiu who came.

Su Yi was not surprised. After entering Jiuding City, he realized that the Daxia soldiers scattered in the city had already seen his identity.

It would be strange if Weng Jiu didn't come to see him.

"Fellow Daoist, my master has already sent someone to clean the Qingyun small courtyard, and I will wait for you to come."

Weng Jiu said with a smile, "In addition, when you settle down properly, my patriarch will come to visit fellow Daoists in person."

He looked happy.

"Qingyun Courtyard?"

Su Yi couldn't help showing a hint of memory, and said, "Let's go."

Immediately, the group boarded the bronze chariot and went to Qingyun Courtyard with Weng Jiu by the Jinlin Lake in Qinglongfang.

The spring is just right, the warm wind blows slightly, and the green willows and new flowers are blooming.

Qingyun Xiaoyuan has a new look.

Su Yi still remembered that when he left, the weather was cold and the ground was freezing, the frost killed all the herbs, and the grass and trees in the courtyard withered.

Now that I come again, I will see the flowers and trees flourishing, the lush forests cultivating bamboos, the ponds and streams flowing like jade belts, and spring is everywhere.

However, after just looking at the courtyard for a moment, Su Yi's nose twitched slightly and said, "Someone lived here before?"

Weng Jiu couldn't help being surprised, and said, "How did fellow Daoists find out?"

Su Yi smiled and said, "I just happened to smell a different breath."

"I see."

Weng Jiu thought for a while, and said, "To be honest, a few days ago, the mother of Qing Yuan's little Highness and his party lived here for a while, but they moved out two days ago. ."

After a pause, he continued: "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, everything in Qingyun Xiaoyuan has been changed again."

Su Yi didn't care about this, he said with great interest, "Can you tell me about Xia Qingyuan's mother?"

Weng Jiu hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Fellow Daoist, Xiao Lao doesn't dare to discuss this matter, but can only say that the mother of His Royal Highness Qing Yuan was the Lord's favorite woman, but many years ago, she Leaving Daxia. As for other things... If fellow Daoists are really interested, it is best to ask my Patriarch."

Su Yi smiled and said, "Alright."

After everything was set up properly, Weng Jiu hurried away.

Su Yi took out the rattan chair and sat lazily by the courtyard pond.

The water in the pond is gleaming, the lotus leaves are floating, and groups of carp swim around, jumping out of the water from time to time, splashing a circle of ripples.

"We haven't seen each other for months, but these fish are hungry and thin."

Su Yi took some moon crickets as bait and threw them into the pond, which immediately attracted groups of spirit carp to snatch it.

"Brother Su, I plan to take Shizun and Qing Ya to go shopping in the city, are you?"

Wen Xinzhao came, and she opened her mouth with a smile.

The girl's eyes are bright and moist, her pretty face is beautiful, and her temperament is simple and beautiful.

"You go."

Su Yi lacked interest.

He has never been interested in shopping, but occasionally he is interested, and he will go for a walk in the hustle and bustle of the red dust.

"Oh, let's go then."

Wen Xinzhao waved his hand.

Soon, he went out with the real person Hanyan and Qingya.

Time ticks by.

The shadows of the flowers and trees in the courtyard gradually shifted, and the light and shadow were interlaced.

Su Yi was lying in the rattan chair, seemingly asleep, but in fact he was condensing the power of the Great Dao in the spiritual palace in his body.

On the way to Daxia, he has been smelting the five elements, wind and thunder, and yin and yang.

Up to now, the three kinds of exquisite Taoism have been initially blended

, gradually revealing a completely different charm.

That is the breath that belongs to the Taoist meaning of "Original Beginning".

"One percent of the spiritual palace is like the mother furnace of the human body, the avenue of Rong, and the source of refining. This is the 'big' of the cultivator of the spiritual path, and it is also the beginning of the path of the spiritual path."

"When I really condense the three kinds of unrivaled Dao rhyme into the original Dao meaning, and I have the power of the Dao, I can really be regarded as a 'spiritual way'."

"According to this entry, within seven days, I can truly condense the meaning of Yuanshi Dao. At that time, my strength will be greatly improved."

"However, the tempering of Yuanshi Daoyi requires water grinding time..."

Su Yi thought silently.

The way of Yuan Dao is to cultivate Dao Yun.

And the path of the spiritual path is the meaning of cultivation!

The polishing and tempering of Taoism is also divided into four stages: subtle, small, large, and perfect.

The more powerful the Taoist power he masters, the more easily he can sense the power of heaven and earth and control his own Taoism during battle, and the more terrifying his power will be.

Twilight is gradually coming.

The sunset glow is magnificent and splendid, the so-called dim, just at the alternation of day and night, showing a clear and turbid atmosphere.

The appearance of Taoism at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty has a similar charm.

Suddenly, a figure passed over the wall and came to the courtyard.

This is a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, his face is as warm as jade, and he is holding a jade fan.

He is obviously an uninvited character, but he seems to come to his own yard, calmly and leisurely.

The middle-aged Huangpao glanced around and landed on Su Yi, who was sitting in the rattan chair on the side of the pond, and said, "Little guy, are you the only one here?"

Su Yi said absentmindedly, "There is another demon."

"Demon?"

The middle-aged Huang Pao was surprised, "Where is it, why didn't I see it?"

Su Yi said, "Aren't you a demon?"

The middle-aged Huangpao's pupils were slightly condensed, and he said with a smile: "I didn't see it, you little guy has vicious eyesight! I heard that Emperor Xia has a distinguished guest who wants to live in this small courtyard of Qingyun, shouldn't it be... it's you? ?"

Su Yi sat lazily on the rattan chair, without even raising his eyelids, he said slowly, "Don't talk nonsense, just tell me your purpose."

The middle-aged Huangpao frowned and couldn't help but look at Su Yi again.

Under the twilight, the teenager was lying in the rattan chair, as if closing his eyes and resting, adding a mysterious atmosphere.

After thinking about it, the middle-aged Huangpao said, "I have nothing else to do here, I just want to come and see what the distinguished guests of Emperor Xia look like, and what kind of cultivation base and origin they have."

"Really, I thought I was the enemy and came to kill me."

Su Yi stretched his waist in the rattan chair, stood up loosely, and said casually, "In this case, I will not embarrass you, leave one arm, and you can leave alive."

The middle-aged Huang Pao was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Immediately, he laughed dumbly, clapped the jade fan in his hand, and a strange purple flame flashed in his eyes, and said, "Then... I'm afraid it depends on whether you have strength."

As soon as the voice sounded, each word carried a strange rhythm, resounding in this twilight garden like the murmur of a ghostly ghost.

The nearby flowers and trees trembled violently.

The spirit carp swimming in groups in the pond were all stiff and motionless in the water.

The airflow surging in the void seemed to stop at this moment.

A strange still and depressing atmosphere envelops the courtyard.

"Look, you can't move now, your soul has been lost, your state of mind has been taken away, in my eyes, and the little lamb who is allowed to slaughter

It makes no difference. "

At the same time, the middle-aged Huangpao smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I didn't come to kill you, it's just because your attitude was too bad before, so I gave you a little punishment."

As he spoke, he raised his chin, his eyes filled with playfulness, and said, "Come on, kneel down for grandpa first, and kowtow three times to listen."

Su Yi, who had been standing quietly on the side of the rattan chair, finally couldn't hold back and laughed.

The middle-aged Huang Pao froze for a moment, and then his pupils shrank, as if he was greatly frightened, and lost his voice: "You... When did you wake up?"

Su Yi said, "Although the Ziyue Fox clan's 'Spirit of Soul Capture' technique is good, you don't seem to have cultivated well, so I have been awake all the time."

Middle-aged yellow robe: "..."

His body froze, and his face changed completely.

It should be noted that, with his cultivation at the level of the spirit phase, under the sudden use of the secret technique of "Spirit of the Soul", it is enough to catch people in the same realm by surprise.

And to deal with the characters in the spirit phase realm, it is even more easy to capture, and it has never been lost!

But now, he is only a teenager, but he is not affected at all. How can this not surprise the middle-aged Huangpao?

Swish!

The yellow-robed middle-aged figure flashed and flew away.

Undoubtedly, he realized that something was wrong, and he planned to get away as soon as possible!

But the figure was still in the air, and an indifferent voice suddenly sounded in my ear:

"What do you do when you walk in a panic? You also try my Soul Destroyer."

"Duh!"

A Daoyin sounded like Hong Zhong Dalu, ruthlessly blasting out in the middle-aged soul of Huangpao.

At this moment, his soul was in severe pain, his eyes darkened, his body staggered, he fell from the air, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"not good!"

The middle-aged Huangpao turned pale with fright, the spirits of the dead were surging, and he was about to struggle.

"Come on, kneel down first, and I won't let you call me grandpa, just kowtow three times and listen."

He understated a sentence, but it sounded like a divine voice, causing the middle-aged man in yellow robe to twitch and tremble, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

Soon, his eyes were dull and empty, and his expression was blank, like a walking corpse, knelt there and kowtowed to the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

Kowtow three times, the ground made a frightening muffled sound.

And Su Yi, who had already sat back in the rattan chair, looked at the middle-aged Huangpao indifferently, and said, "What's your name?"

The middle-aged Huangpao knelt on the ground, his eyes were empty, and he said with a blank expression: "Pu Huai."

"Who sent you here?"

"Saint Pu Surong."

"who is she?"

"I am the thirteenth saint of the Purple Moon Fox clan, the sister of the patriarch."

"Why did she let you come here?"

"This place was originally the sojourn place that Emperor Xia prepared for the saint, but Emperor Xia expelled the saint two days ago because of a distinguished guest. I felt uncomfortable, so I came to see, Emperor Xia. What is the sacred guest in the mouth?"

Hearing this, Su Yi finally vaguely understood, "Pu Surong...is Xia Qingyuan's mother?"

The middle-aged Huangpao said: "Xia Qingyuan? No, the daughter of the saint is called Pu Qingyuan."

Su Yi snorted, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Do you recognize Ruohuan?"

As early as when he entered Qingyun Small Courtyard, he smelled a faint scent, and recognized that it was the unique "body fragrance" of the Purple Moon Fox Clan.

At first, he thought it was the girl in the yellow dress named "Ruo Huan" that he had seen in Daqin had appeared here.

But now it seems that it is obviously not the same thing!

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ps: let everyone wait for a long time, hug~