In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

The prefectural city of Qingzhou is lonely and quiet.

Among the elegant teahouses, the elderly shopkeepers made tea and bowed slightly cautiously.

Judging from his fifty years of life experience, this handsome son here is either a member of the imperial court, a relative of the emperor, or a famous young hero in the world, the direct descendant of a famous clan, he is quite noble Qi.

"Old man, this Qingzhou prefectural city is so quiet, what happened?" The indifferent words sounded, Chen Xiu lightly held the teacup, his eyes were deep, and it was difficult to see the true meaning.

The storekeeper nodded and bowed, and said softly: "No wonder the old man thinks that the young master is so extraordinary, but he is quite unfamiliar! It turns out that the young master is not from my Qingzhou prefecture, so it is no wonder."

His face was dignified and solemn, and he said in a slow voice: "In the Qingzhou mansion, this is a big deal! There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that in the Zhennan palace, the old prince who sits in the south and dominates the world is approaching age. I'm afraid I will die soon!"

"At a time like this, who dares to make a fuss?"

Chen Xiu held his chin lightly, frowned slightly, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking a bit.

Such a thing, in Jianghu, has already spread?
The princes, generals, ministers and ministers of the court have always died in secret, hidden and lawless, and fear of accidents.

Old prince, what is his purpose for doing this?
"Ugh--"

The shopkeeper sighed lightly, and there was a bit of worry in his words: "The old prince is about to die, and Qingzhou has no owner. I am afraid that it will be rare to be peaceful again. What's more, the old prince holds clues to the three great lands of wealth. There are swordsmen!"

Zhennan Wu Tomb?
Chen Xiu's eyes darkened a little.

The three places of wealth and virtue in the world are the Canglan Sword Tomb, the Zhennanwu Tomb, and the glazed pure land in the hands of the Buddhist sect.

Canglan Sword Tomb is the tomb of thousands of swords, the place where the ancient strongmen hid their swords, and it is also the holy place that countless swordsmen aspire to.

But it is erratic, only the real destiny can meet it!

The Lapis Pure Land is the pure land of the Buddha after his death!
It is said that it is now in the hands of the two major Buddhist holy places in the north and the south.

It is almost impossible for non-Buddhist people to step in!

Zhennanwu's tomb contains the legacy of the four previous dynasties.

Stepping into this room, there are only two requirements!
The first requirement is to have the order of Zhennan Wu's tomb!

The second requirement, the source of the token, must comply with the regulations! !
At this moment, Zhennan King will pass away, and I am afraid that the second request will be invalidated soon!

At that time, for the order of Fang Zhennanwu's tomb, I don't know how many aristocratic families and sects entered the game! !
etc--

Chen Xiu's gaze changed slightly, and he suddenly thought of a possibility!
unless
He stood up slowly, his eyes fell on him and he looked into the distance. There was a depth between that splendid mansion!

If it is as expected, then the prince is playing a big game of chess!

Fortunately, Ji Wuqing and I chose two different paths to enter Qingzhou City.

Outside Qingzhou Mansion, at the end of the ancient road.

Ji Wuqing's eyes followed the turbid river and fell into the distance, standing slightly.

"Brother, what are you doing here for a son like you?" A low and hoarse voice sounded, and the beggar with the roast duck in his mouth groaned, revealing a face full of dirt and confusion. .

"Your Excellency, open the way. I'm going to the black street, you can notify the inside." Ji Wuqing said softly with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

Ok?
The beggar was taken aback for a moment, his eyes suddenly darkened a little, and a strong breath burst out.

His words were a bit cold: "My lord, have you ever been to the black street, or is it famous? Is there any guarantee?"

Ji Wuqing said indifferently: "I understand all the rules here. After all, I used to be a frequent visitor here!! As for the origin, according to the rules of the black street, it should not ask about the past, right?"

The beggar smiled strangely, and said slowly: "Expert. It seems that he is indeed an acquaintance!"

His hand gently fell on the rock beside him, twisting slightly.

The turbid river stopped flowing, revealing a deep and deep stone path, winding downward.

A strong stench gradually dissipated.

"The mechanism technique of the ancient Mohist school." Ji Wuqing said as if to make a point.

The beggar's eyes were a little dignified, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency has good eyesight!!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, and said solemnly, "Heijie is convenient here! Since your Excellency knows the rules of Heijie, I won't say much. Please!!"

In Ji Wuqing's heart, there was a bit of inexplicable emotion.

The black street that I have been to before, the once so mysterious black street, has become much more ordinary in my eyes now.

The institutions of the ancient Mohists are not beyond reach.

The once seemingly powerful and mysterious watchman in front of me, now I can see through his cultivation at a glance!
Happy Heaven, the third heaven!
Above the rivers and lakes, he can be called a master! !

Ji Wuqing took light steps and stepped onto the dark stone path.

The crisp footsteps echoed, and after walking for about half an hour, the eyes suddenly opened up a bit.

Here is the road paved with bluestone.

The long ancient street leads directly to the distance.

The top of the head is still blue sky, but there are mountains on both sides.

This is an ancient street built in the mountains, and it is also a place where people from the rivers and lakes in Qingzhou Fucheng live together.

Because of the existence of the King of Zhennan, in Qingzhou Prefecture, apart from Buddhism and Taoism, it is difficult for any power to exist.

Therefore, outside Qingzhou, the black street was built by taking the road in the mountains.

For this place, the Zhennan Palace also turned a blind eye, closed one eye, and chose to ignore it.

As time goes by, the black street grows bigger and bigger, and the pattern becomes more and more chaotic!
When stepping into the black street, it was already late, but it was as lively as daytime.

On both sides, there are flower sellers, vendors selling sugar-fried chestnuts, and shopkeepers carrying shelves, which is extremely lively.

It looks like a folk street.

But he, who was born here, is very clear that all of this is just an illusion!

Walking towards the depths, there is a strong smell of rouge and gouache.

On both sides, within the seemingly ordinary and old old house, from time to time, a girl with a pretty face and a graceful figure would come out to attract guests.

Or the light red scarf, or the sweet voice, or the gentle singing and dancing, the soft words are touching.

"Big brother, let's buy some flowers. The sisters here like it very much."

Crisp words sounded, and there was a girl smiling slightly, carrying a flower basket.

She has beautiful features, about fifteen or sixteen years old, very pure and pleasant.

Ji Wuqing looked at her indifferently, watching her try to squeeze through the crowd and walk to her side.

Just when the girl was about to speak, she saw the scabbard wrapped in silk and lightly touched her flower basket.

impartial!
The next moment, there was a bit of crisp and incomparable metal sound inside, clanging.

The girl's face paled instantly.

She knew that she had met an expert.

"Let's go. This method is useless to me for the time being!" Ji Wuqing said indifferently, with calm eyes: "Everyone, make way. I want to see the Snake King!"