One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 101: Beiyin Mountain Enters the Southern Palace

It started raining again.

The air was filled with dampness, water began to flow down the walls, and the tables, chairs and floor were all damp.

However, the place where Zhao Fuyun lived was not bad. There was a statue of the Red Flame God placed there. The whole house was dry and the moisture evaporated unnoticed.

One disadvantage of placing the image of Chijun at home all year round is that the house will be too dry. People living there will often feel thirsty and need to drink more herbal tea.

Xun Lanyin actually stayed here for several days in a row and did not leave.

Zhao Fuyun guessed that she didn't leave because she wanted to prevent the Prince of Zhennan from doing something irrational.

But she didn't say anything, and Zhao Fuyun didn't ask.

……

In Zhennan Pass, when the city gate was about to close in the evening, a man wearing a red cloak with black inside walked in.

Zhennan Pass was filled with red flames. In the eyes of cultivators, it looked like a burning checkpoint from afar. The flames rushed up to the sky. Even cultivators flying in the sky would choose to bypass it because the flames would disperse the clouds they had attracted.

And those feminine spirits stayed even farther away.

Even though Yin Xuan was wearing this robe with a yin interior and a yang exterior, he still felt the heat. He looked at the runes that symbolized fire everywhere on the street and the hanging lanterns, and they all felt scorching in his eyes.

When he arrived at the location of the palace, the sunlight was already floating in the sky and the city was already in shadow.

He came to the back door of the palace, which was ajar. He looked around and a confident smile appeared on his face.

The smile on his porcelain-white face was cold and contained an indescribable evil intent.

After he entered the door, he didn't know the way.

There was a corridor on each side, but the lanterns on the left were lit, while those on the right were dark. He chuckled and walked along the corridor where the lanterns were not lit.

The palace looks simple from the outside, but once you enter, you will find it is full of prosperity, bright and fresh.

Perhaps because the flames here are too strong, the plants here are all strong in fire. When passing by a pond, the lotus flowers in it are in full bloom, and a pair of koi floated up from the bottom of the river, and the gorgeous colors on their bodies looked like flames.

He chuckled again.

At the end was an unlit room with all windows closed. A man was sitting facing east. There was a shrine on the east side, but the shrine was now covered with a black cloth. However, there was a stick of incense that had just been lit in the incense burner in front of the statue, and light smoke was floating in the air.

The only source of light in the entire room was the flame from the incense stick.

Yin Xuan pushed the door open and walked in, then closed it.

As soon as he entered the room, he felt that the scorching air had subsided a lot. He pulled down his hood, looked at the person sitting there with his back to him, and slowly walked over.

He chuckled again and said, "Yin Xuan from Beiyin Mountain pays homage to the King of Zhennan."

"Do you like to laugh?" Lan Shaoxun asked coldly.

"Hehe, Prince Zhennan, please don't misunderstand. I'm just laughing because I'm happy to see Your Majesty, and I can't hide the joy in my heart." Yin Xuan said with a smile.

Lan Shaoxun sat there without looking back, nor did he dwell on this question anymore, but asked, "Why did you come to see me?" "Your Majesty, I am here for no other reason than to enable our two families to remain friends forever." Yin Xuan said.

"You, who are you?" Lan Shaoxun asked.

"We will be whoever His Majesty thinks of us. It can be Beiyin Mountain or any of the thousands of mountains and rivers." Yin Xuan said seriously. For some reason, he really wanted to go over and see what this Zhennan King Lan Shaoxun looked like.

"My son has already been engaged to your Fox Hill!" said Lan Shaoxun.

"Fox Hill is certainly the pearl among our thousands of mountains, but Fox Hill has marriages with many aristocratic families, and even some royal families have marriages with Fox Hill." Yin Xuan's words obviously meant that there was nothing special about Fox Hill.

Lan Shaoxun, the King of Zhennan, who was sitting there, was silent for a while and said, "What do you mean?"

"We all know that more friends mean more paths. Your Majesty is the King of Zhennan, and not everyone can buy or control him. We just want to make friends with your Majesty. Tiandu Mountain is a major cultivation sect. It was originally secluded and did not care about worldly affairs, but now it is involved in the world. As long as your Majesty is willing to make friends with us, we will naturally help your Majesty deal with Tiandu Mountain."

"Moreover, the origin of the conflict between the prince and Tiandu Mountain actually came from the Zhou royal family. The royal family did not keep their promise and wanted to tear up the contract of that year. If the prince gave in, then the Zhennan Palace of the prince, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, would probably become history in the books."

"If so, how can Your Majesty meet his ancestors in the underworld?"

Yin Xuan's voice became lower and lower, but the meaning of his words became heavier and heavier.

As he spoke, he walked forward, unable to suppress the urge to see the other person's appearance. Finally, turning to the side, he saw a middle-aged man with a pale face and no beard. He frowned slightly, tilted his head, and there were two sparks of fire flickering in his eyes.

Yin Xuan felt as if there was a flame coming from all directions, focusing on his eyes and trying to penetrate into his heart.

He felt a burning pain in his eyes and stepped back immediately, covering his eyes. His face, which was originally as solid as porcelain, quickly turned black at this moment. He reached his hands into his eyes, pulled out two balls of fire, threw them outside, and the fire exploded in the void.

He pulled his hood over his head, black air surged, and his head solidified again. He had retreated to the door, and the black smoke in his eyes was swirling like a whirlpool.

"I don't believe what you say. Let me see what you do first. There is one thing I want to tell you. The Prince of Zhennan's Mansion has been passed down to this day and has experienced many storms, but the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion is still here. It has never relied on anyone's help or mercy." Prince of Zhennan Lan Shaoxun said coldly.

Yin Xuan's eyes gradually solidified and became a pair of completely black eyeballs. He wrapped his cloak around himself, and without saying a word, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and drilled out from the crack in the door. He followed the way he came and quickly left the Zhennan Palace.

Along the way, he was thinking in his heart that he must cultivate a pair of good eyes to prevent himself from being burned by others.

……

Classes had resumed at Daozi Academy, and Zhao Fuyun would go there during the day. The way the Daozi students looked at him had changed.

Many of them saw Zhao Fuyun's performance on the city wall. Whether it was how he waved his big sleeves to block the sword light at the beginning, or the huge momentum of controlling the fire and turning into a dragon later, everyone was amazed.

The junior brothers in the lower courtyard of Tiandu Mountain knew more, but they also couldn't help but feel envy and respect.

No matter how powerful the rumors are, they are not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.

Xun Lanyin thought his magic was fancy, but they felt that Zhao Fuyun's magic was both gorgeous and elegant. Some of them saw Zhao Fuyun's temptation from defense to counterattack, and after the temptation, he immediately killed him with one blow.

So some people asked Zhao Fuyun, hoping that he could preach the Dharma to everyone.

Zhao Fuyun did not refuse, because by giving lectures to others, he could also sort out what he had learned. The questions raised by others might be questions that he had not delved into before. Therefore, giving lectures is not only about giving, but also about gaining.

(End of this chapter)