No, no, it's not this one.

Yin Jiu's eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Where is it hidden?

The little Taoist priest touched Su Qingwan's arm with his elbow and asked with confusion: "Why...who is he doing?"

Su Qingwan shook her head. She could see that Yin Jiu was looking for something. She didn't know what it was. Just as the two of them looked at each other, the wall in front of them emitted a dazzling golden light without warning.

The two of them covered their sleeves and waited for the strong light to fade away. They looked around and saw that there was a lot less music score on the surrounding walls and the noisy voices outside disappeared. It seemed that time had been back many years ago.

"What's going on?" Su Qingwan looked at Yin Jiu in front of her.

Yin Jiu faced a musical score with golden light: "Miracle."

Su Qingwan walked over, and Yin Jiu took the opportunity to hold her: "The master is here, and everyone is here, let's go and visit."

Yin Jiu climbed the stairs and saw a scholar holding an ink pen composing on the wall at the top of the attic. He looked at the handwriting, which was exactly the same as the one below. It should be the owner of the mirage.

There are so many dense music scores crowded on the walls, and the scholar has little room to play, but he doesn't care at all. When he writes for the most, he even sings loudly, which is so unhappy. This is a free and easy person.

The scholar seemed to have no idea that someone was watching him.

Su Qingwan looked at him in surprise, and the little Taoist priest beside her was even more puzzled.

"Who is this person?" Su Qingwan asked Yin Jiu in a low voice.

Yin Jiu pointed to the signature of the music score, looked at the crazy words "Huangren" on it, and said softly: "Humans were born in heaven and earth for thousands of years, and there are many talents who have talents that have passed through the world. Not all capable people will be remembered. There are always some amazing people who have been destroyed in history."

A faint smile appeared from the corner of Yin Jiu's mouth, and Yin Jiu lowered his head and stared at Su Qingwan's eyes: "Famousness and fortune are fleeting in a blink of an eye, and he also goes to be a weed. This is the way he chose. It can prove that he has been here, but these music scores that have not disappeared for years."

Su Qingwan blinked without understanding.

Yin Jiule raised his hand unsupportedly and scraped her nose: "Look for the music score he left behind, maybe there will be some new discoveries."

In the mirage, the scholars could not feel their existence. Su Qingwan and the little Taoist priest searched with Yin Jiu for a long time, but did not find any useful music scores.

So Yin Jiu took the two of them back the same way and came to the first floor. At this time, the music scores in the first floor were different from what they had seen before. The time of the Mirage was stagnant, and the masterpieces of ancient people had not been covered yet.

Yin Jiu brushed the music scores with golden fingers, leaving behind a black demonic aura mixed with golden light, depicting the lost years.

Su Qingwan followed him step by step, occasionally raising her eyes, and through the window, she saw a group of seabirds outside roaring in front of the attic.

Perhaps the sound of seabirds was too strange and wonderful. Su Qingwan and the little Taoist priest stopped and looked at them. The sea breeze blew the branches and leaves of towering trees, and the seabirds were shuttled through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and occasionally a glimmering feather drifted towards the distant sky with the wind.

The music score in the attic trembled, and the music score resonated with the singing of seabirds, snatching the walls one by one, rotating around the seabirds in circles.

Only then did Su Qingwan realize that she was in the Immortal Palace.

Wei Ziyou touched her hair and was about to speak when someone laughed first: "Little girl, Li Meng Island is a fairyland in the legend, how can the legend be taken seriously? You can't get to the dream by boat!"

Wanli was very unhappy and bulged her cheeks, and didn't look at that person. She just stared at Wei Ziyou pitifully: "Justice Jiu has been there."

Everyone around him laughed. Who was bragging in front of the little girl? Such an innocent and cute little girl could bear to deceive. Wei Ziyou is such a cold person, why is there such a living treasure around him?

Wanli didn't know what they were laughing at. She only knew that these people had no bad intentions, but she was still very angry. The little lihua demon thought to herself with dissatisfaction: Master Jiu has been there!

Wei Ziyou involuntarily wanted to pinch Wanli's angry little face. Then he thought that there were too many idle people waiting here, so his hand fell on the back of Wanli's hand and patted: "Don't mind the words of others."

Wanli, who was furious, was settled down. She hid in Wei Ziyou's arms. After a while, she couldn't help but make faces at the crowd.

Su Qingwan felt strange and couldn't help but laugh softly. When she was young, Wanli was so childish, not as calm as she is now.

At this time, the prince had already brought a man holding a black wooden box to Wei Ziyou, and the eyes of the people around him immediately became hot, with a strong sense of envy. Su Qingwan was sure that all this was not an illusion.

Everyone stood on tiptoe to watch.

"Master Wei Xian, this is the inner elixir of the sea monster." The man holding the box respectfully opened the box and handed it to Wei Ziyou, and said, "The sea monster does many evil things and relies on killing to improve his cultivation. This inner elixir is also contaminated with many evil spirits. We discuss in private that this thing should not be kept in our hands. According to the prince's intention, it is best to leave this thing to you for the time being. After all, you are from a famous family of righteous paths and must have a way to drive away the evil spirits from the inner elixir. After years, if Master Wei Xian is tired of keeping it, it will not be too late to hand it over to others."

Wei Ziyou stared at the man holding the box with cold eyes. He should have warned these people that this thing cannot be kept. People's greed is really terrible.

The prince came out to smooth things over: "Master Wei, the sea monster who did the evil, has nothing to do with the inner elixir. The power contained in this inner elixir is neither good nor evil. If used properly, it will be a good thing to benefit the people. If it is destroyed, it will be a waste of resources. Master Wei should not refuse."

This was said with a righteous attitude, and some knights responded on the spot.

Some people with clear minds now understood that the prince was taking the opportunity to show goodwill to win over Wei Ziyou, but no one pointed it out.

The killing of the sea monster was because Wei Ziyou made great contributions. It was not appropriate for anyone to hand over this inner elixir. If it was given to anyone, the people present would definitely not be convinced. However, Wei Ziyou's name as a young sword saint was outside, and he was also a disciple of the Piaomiao Sword Sect who was dedicated to the Tao. Only he could suppress the dissatisfaction in people's hearts.

Besides, no one dared to take over an inner alchemy full of evil spirits.

Everyone turned to persuade Wei Ziyou to accept the inner alchemy.

In front of everyone, Wei Ziyou protected Wanli behind him. He covered his fingers on the pitch-black inner alchemy, and fine silver light radiated from his fingertips. Just when everyone thought he was going to take the inner alchemy, he asked instead: "You know that this thing is unknown, why don't you just destroy it?"

With plain words and cold eyes, Wei Ziyou dug out the greed hidden by everyone and placed it under the sun without mercy.

People were speechless for a moment.

Wei Zi lobbying them so much that they knew, but the truth is this truth, but that is the inner alchemy containing supreme energy. Who would have to bear to destroy it? Even if the inner alchemy is contaminated with evil energy, there is no possibility of purification?

The man holding the box retorted: "Master Wei Xian, I believe in you, and then I decided to hand over the inner alchemy to you. Even if you don't accept it, there is no reason to destroy it."

Wei Ziyou was not anxious or angry. He stared at the man and asked, "Can you guarantee that the world will not be turbulent because of it?"

The man holding the box was stunned. Who dared to guarantee such a thing?

Human desires are endless, and as long as you live, you will have desires.

"This sea monster has a hundred years of cultivation. How could its inner alchemy be so easily destroyed? Isn't Wei Ziyou a nonsense?"

"Although it is an unknown thing, it is also a rare treasure that takes away the creation of heaven and earth. It would be a bit too much to say that it would be ruined."

"It's better to give it to anyone just because it's ruined."

"How can I give this to people at will?"

The prince frowned unsatisfiedly as he listened to the people's discussions. He was about to persuade Wei Ziyou again, but when he looked back, his eyes suddenly widened.

The Dusheng sword was unsheathed in an instant and slashed the inner alchemy of the sea monster in the black wooden box.

It was so fast that everyone had no time to stop it.

The inner alchemy broke into two halves in the sword energy, turning into dust and falling on the ground.

Wei Ziyou cut off not only an inner alchemy, but also all kinds of desires in the heart. The silence was everywhere, and everyone stood stupidly, a little unbelievable.

Destroyed?

Such a treasure is gone like this?

Wei Ziyou turned around and looked around, and his voice was Wubo: "We have proved the truth, and the people are the best. If a person's heart has a ghost, he will definitely lead to its source."

The Dusheng sword buzzed, and a thin layer of evil aura lingered on it. Wei Ziyou lowered his eyes and stroked the sword body, using his own spiritual power to eliminate the evil aura.

The four evil spirits cut Wei Ziyou's face. Wei Ziyou frowned and gritted his teeth to completely remove the evil spirit. A hundred years of evil spirits are very difficult.

Only after the long sword returned to the sheath, everyone found their voices.

The sounds around were discussing the inner alchemy, but Wanli was devoted to Wei Ziyou's body, and wiped the blood on Wei Ziyou's face with tears in her eyes, clumsyly applying medicine to him.

Young Sword Saint, Wei Ziyou.

For a moment, Su Qingwan understood the reason why Wanli was so devoted. Anyone who saw Wei Ziyou like this would admire her.

Not everyone can do the destruction of treasures in public. This requires strong strength, close to ruthless rationality, and an unshakable kindness. But this will inevitably make people feel unkind.

However, Wei Ziyou is such a person.

Yin Jiuge particularly admired Wei Ziyou's behavior, and his eyes were full of praise.

The little Taoist priest on the side looked at them stupidly.

Wei Ziyou was lowering his head and talking to Wanli, his eyebrows and eyes revealed a hint of tenderness. After all, he treated Wanli differently from others.

The high-ranking sword saint fell from the clouds into the mortal world when facing Wanli. He blocked all rumors for her.

Yin Jiu threw the little Taoist priest to the ground, then picked up Su Qingwan and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!