When the sun sets in the west, the countdown to the Summer Palace's night festival begins. Practitioners from all over the world gather together at the Summer Palace, hoping to see the miracle again on the altar.
Although it is unheard of for two miracles to occur in one ceremony to offer sacrifices to the heavens, after all, in a place where miracles have happened, even if nothing is found in the end, it is as if they have been stained by the light of miracles and are honored.
This kind of thinking is actually not much different from that of ordinary people.
The sunset was like a fire, and when the sun was about to set, the disciples of the Youxian Sect, whose residence was not too far from the Summer Palace, packed up and prepared to set off. When they walked to the door, they found that their family members had arrived at this time.
Guests.
It was a blue-grey carriage, barely shabby. The driver was a short and thin old man dressed as a servant. He had a white face and a smile on his face. When he saw the disciples of Youxian Sect, he just handed over the greeting cards respectfully.
Then he drove the carriage to the doorway and stopped, waiting for news from the host's family.
The disciples of Youxian Sect looked at the carriage and didn't pay much attention to it. Only one who seemed to be the youngest was left to send greetings, and the others went to the Summer Palace.
The disciple who was left behind was a young man. He looked at the white greeting card in his hand and then at the old carriage parked quietly on the other side. He muttered a few dirty words before walking quickly to the courtyard.
Walking deeper, he soon arrived at the central core of the building. Then he slowed down and came to the door, holding up a greeting card and saying, "To the master of the house, there is a guest named Taishan coming to visit.
Please see the real leader."
There was no sound coming from the house. The young man lowered his head and glanced at the greeting card made of ordinary material. He thought to himself that it was an unknown character. When he was about to turn around and leave, the door suddenly opened, and then he felt a flash of light on his hand.
Suddenly, the greeting card disappeared from my hand!
The young man was startled, and then he didn't dare to leave. He just waited outside the house. After a while, he heard a voice coming from inside the house, "We will invite guests in after sunset..."
The young man responded respectfully, and then walked out suspiciously until he walked to the courtyard foyer. He stood under the porch, first looked up and down the carriage again, then raised his eyes to look at the sunset in the distance, and finally waited until
A ray of sunshine also disappeared in the western sky, and when the sky quickly became dark, he walked out of the porch, came to the carriage and saluted, "Master Master, please invite the guests in."
The short, slim coachman nodded to the young man, turned around and opened the curtain, and a thin boy and girl bent down and got out of the carriage.
"Master, I'm waiting for you here," the short, lean coachman showed no intention of getting out of the carriage. He still sat there, looking at the young man who got off the carriage, and smiled gently, "You have to walk the road below by yourself."
The young man was obviously a little surprised. He turned around and asked, "Ya... you won't go with me?"
The short, lean coachman looked at the courtyard and shook his head, "I won't go in where Youxianmen lives."
The young man stared at the short rickshaw driver and thought for a moment, then took a look at the streets that were not empty around him. He gritted his teeth and turned around to walk into the courtyard. Behind him, the thin girl followed step by step.
The young disciple of Youxian Sect who came to invite them in stood there and frowned at the coachman, then turned around and walked a few steps quickly to catch up with the young girl.
When all three people in the group entered the courtyard, the smile on the short lean coachman's face slowly disappeared. He looked at the closed courtyard door with an indifferent expression, the meaning in his eyes was complicated and unclear, and then he raised his riding whip and gave it a sharp blow.
Smoke, "drive!"
The horse was in pain and neighed, pulling the carriage and driving quickly towards the darkness at the end of the street...
But he said that the young man took a pair of boys and girls all the way deep, and found that the lights were on in the master's room, and the previously closed door was now open. He was about to take a few steps forward to report, when he heard applause.
The voice of Master Jiao said, "Go down and don't talk to anyone about what happened today."
The young man bowed silently and saluted, then turned and left, leaving the young girl alone.
The night is getting darker.
The young man looked at the room with the lights on and the door open, but he did not enter for a long time.
He did not enter, and no one in the room came out.
After such a stalemate for a while, the young man finally seemed to be mentally prepared. He took a deep breath and entered the room first.
Entering the room, the young man glanced around and immediately saw the thin old man in white robes in front of the table, with white beard and hair, just like the one in his memory.
Seeing him walking into the room, the old man in white robe had a complicated expression in his eyes.
He stared at the young man's face and murmured, "It really looks like... your father..."
"My father is dead. He died in Roucheng." The young man's face flashed with a stern expression when he heard this and he said coldly, "I heard that the master master once helped the thief Chen Jingzhi in Roucheng to repel the intruders from Guang County.
The enemy is so brave and brave, could it be that Ju grows in the north and south, and the water and soil in our Anling County cannot support the strong men of the three realms?"
The old man in white robe didn't get angry when he saw his unkind tone. Instead, he sighed softly and said, "You are sharper than your father, but you must be aware that strength is easy to break..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the young man, "Zhenzhen Zhenren, I am no longer Lord Anling. This time I took the risk to come here not to ask for punishment. You are no longer the teacher of the prefect. There is no need to preach to me. Yan Fan is here."
I am here, as the son of an old friend, and based on the little remaining love between Mr. Yan and the master, I would like to ask the master to take action for me. After this time, Mr. Yan and the master will not owe each other any more and have nothing to do with each other!"
The white-robed old man said slowly, "Did you know that Xingcheng today has gathered most of the powerful people in the entire southwestern Hanzhou. After the Wuzhou Heaven and Earth Conference in the northwest was robbed, the four counties of Hanzhou jointly asked for help from the world, and the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven appeared again.
After a miracle, countless powerful people in the world gathered here." He took a deep look at the young man in front of him and asked, "Have you thought clearly about whether you want me to do this in such a prosperous city?
You take action once?"
"I'm sure," the young man who called himself Yan Fan said categorically, "compared to leaving the city, the man in Xingcheng obviously gave us more opportunities, after all, there are many strong ones in the headmaster's mouth.
.....Aren’t they all his lackeys from Lijun!”
The old man in white robe frowned slightly. The thin girl who was standing one step away from the young man was probably a little scared and couldn't help but hide behind the young man.
"There is no shortage of strong people around the person you are talking about," the old man in white robe said in a slightly cold tone, "To say the least, even if you have accomplished what you want to do, with the people around you, how can you still do it?
Can you make it out of Xingcheng? You and everyone around you..." He stretched out a finger and pointed at the young man, "You will all be buried with him!!"
"Even if you are buried with him," the young man looked back at the white-robed old man with wide eyes and his voice was more solemn than ever before, "I won't hesitate...!!"
The old man in white robe looked at the young man with anger in his eyes, but before he could say anything, he suddenly turned his head to the other side.
Soon, an explosion that shook the whole city came rolling in!!
"How...how could...?!" The young man stared at the direction of the sound and said in a trembling voice, "How could it...have started?!"