At this time, Yue Dewen, with his drunken eyes and hazy eyes, looked at the bright moon in the sky and swayed while singing songs and operas.

He had a smile on his face, but inexplicably, the loneliness that had been lingering in his heart for many years emerged again like a shadow.

He thought of his dream lover. When she died in his arms, she still held his hand tremblingly and said, Yue Dewen, you bastard, why didn't you come to her earlier.

He thought of his second dream lover. She stood by the white jade railing of the palace with cold eyebrows and scolded him that if he didn't dare to steal the marriage, she would curse him for giving birth to a son in the future. Then she turned around and walked away.

He thought of his third dream girl...

the fourth....

the fifth.....

...

....

Until the last one.

Well, he lost count of how many there were.

Anyway, at this moment, he thought of many people. They were like flowers, gathered into a beautiful picture in his mind.

In the end, the picture turned into that one, the only face he had never seen before.

pity...

"Unfortunately, that is all in the past."

Recently, he has been feeling more and more mentally exhausted.

Since the last trip to Yuxu Palace, when he handed over everything to that crazy old lady, his uncle, he felt a lot relieved. He was very happy eating, drinking, and having all kinds of fun and entertainment every day.

The changes in the body now are expected.

This is destiny and cannot be resisted.

"With my final sacrifice, it is almost enough to bring about the true rise and glory of our religion. When the time comes, it will be enough to pave the way and stand on the platform for that kid Qiankun."

Before, he was worried that he would have no successors, and the crazy old woman and his uncle might not be able to handle it alone.

But now, the appearance of Daozi Zhang Ying has relieved his last worry.

'The situation has been a bit chaotic recently. When I come back, I'll find someone to support me first and go back to my hometown to recuperate. This time, I'll give Xiaozhi a good education again.'

With such calculations in mind, he staggered forward as if he were a wealthy man with no worries about food and clothing.

It's just that he didn't expect that there was a big net in the dark. This time it was not covering Zhang Ying and the Taoist Cult, but it was covering him.

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A jet-black sparrowhawk fluttered its wings and swooped down.

Soon it fell gently into the depths of Yuxu Palace and stopped on the arm of a falconer.

The falconer quickly stuffed a piece of meat into it, and then skillfully removed a thick bamboo tube from the sparrowhawk's leg.

Without unblocking it, he quickly delivered the bamboo tube to a hut in the forest on one side.

In the hut, five mysterious men, all dressed in black and wearing silver masks whose faces could not be seen clearly, opened the bamboo tube and poured out a pile of love newspapers inside.

Then several people started screening one by one and sorting out the profiles.

The information surface here has an introduction and importance levels.

As time went by, suddenly one of them made a movement with his hand.

"Wait, is this!?" His eyes widened. He carefully checked the introduction content above again, and after confirming that he had read it correctly, he quickly sealed it back and checked the remaining related documents one by one.

"Sure enough..." This time the intelligence compiled a piece of information. That is about the true identity of Zhang Ying, the Taoist disciple of Tianbao Palace...

The man's eyes were solemn, and he quickly sealed all the information together. Then he made it into a scroll wrapped in yellow paper, got up and sent it outside.

No one opened the scroll all the way. Following the intelligence route in Yuxu Palace, it was quickly sent to Lingxiao Palace.

Inside the pure white palace.

Jin Yuyan was naked and lying on her back on the ground in the middle of the hall.

Her long black fringe-like hair covered her key parts, and the bright sunshine above shone through the golden beads, completely covering her.

"Palace Master." A cold female voice came from the door.

"I have the information you want about Zhang Yingdaozi."

In front of the door, there was a tall woman with a cool temperament and a solemn face, wearing a blue off-shoulder flower embroidered skirt, holding in her hand the intelligence scroll that had just been delivered.

"It's Xiaoyi... put it on the table over there."

Jin Yuyan slowly got up from the ground, sat on his knees and stretched his body.

"How is the new little guy doing? How is he doing?"

"Fortunately. The specific information is all gathered here, I haven't opened it yet." The woman in a blue dress named Xiaoyi replied.

"Actually, at the end of the day, Yue Dewen said that he has amazing qualifications. He may be able to worship God and become a spiritual general in the future, but that is just a possibility. None of us are as good as Xiao Yue in literary attainments. Who knows whether his words are true or false?"

Jin Yuyan lazily straightened her long hair. She actually didn't care much about Zhang Ying.

I was a little interested at the time because the other person's physical fitness seemed a little abnormal.

But it was just like that afterwards.

After all, no matter what kind of physical fitness, it cannot be compared with Lingluo.

The woman named Xiaoyi didn't say anything, she just bowed, turned around, stepped back, and left.

Jin Yuyan picked up the wine on the long table and took a few sips. Then he slowly came to the place where the scroll was stored, picked it up, and unfolded it.

"Huh?" Suddenly her beautiful eyes narrowed and her sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

"How can a little guy with a foreign medicine actually do so many things? He is considered capable. No wonder Xiaoyue values ​​him so much."

Then, she continued going down and saw something.

"Zhang Ying...Zhang Rongfang?"

Suddenly her expression suddenly changed.

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Zhang Rongfang sat in the suspended cable car and looked down.

Hundreds of meters high in the sky, there is a thin layer of clouds and mist below.

Clouds and mist cover the forest. Occasionally, you can see people playing flutes, practicing martial arts, and singing in the forest.

Some kind of unknown ballad with profound charm, with the mysterious and authentic Taoism, and a faint fairy spirit.

He withdrew his gaze and looked forward.

The outline of Lingxiao Palace in front gradually approaches and becomes clear.

A figure with fluttering white clothes was sitting at the top of the palace, just above the golden bead, with five hearts facing the sky, as if he was practicing meditation.

Zhang Rongfang quickly cleared away the distracting thoughts in his mind and prepared to concentrate on dealing with this difficult and weird uncle.

He came here this time as a second visit at the invitation of his master's uncle.

Although he didn't know why the other party was looking for him, he had to come when called by his elders, both emotionally and rationally.

Not long after, the cable car stopped in front of Lingxiao Palace Square.

Zhang Rongfang stood up, jumped lightly, and landed on the hard stone.

He bowed to his great-uncle from a distance, walked quickly to the palace gate, and looked up at his great-uncle Jin Yuyan.

Under the sunlight, the Taoist patriarch, who looked to be in his twenties, had his eyes half open and half closed, as if he had not noticed Zhang Rongfang's arrival at all.

Zhang Rongfang is not in a hurry and is waiting here quietly.

Time passes little by little.

ten minutes.

half an hour.

One hour.

Zhang Rongfang was not impatient at all and still stood where he was, motionless and tall.

And Jin Yuyan at the top of the palace finally made some movement.

With a soft clatter, she jumped up, fell lightly from the golden beads, and stood in the middle of the square behind Zhang Rongfang.

At this time, she was wearing a white dress. Her white jade-like skin and pure white dress complemented each other in the sunlight, and were also glowing with light fluorescence.
To be continued...