Eternal gate

When Zhao Yun woke up again, he was already on Bai He's back.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to stuff a rag into his mouth. In this situation, Xiu'er could no longer be left blind, and Ziling could no longer be offended.

"Where did you learn corpse language and coffin sinking techniques?"

Ziling said calmly, according to her opinion, these secret techniques are only known to the corpse tribe.

"Some old immortal taught me this."

Zhao Yun replied, and then numbly blocked his mouth.

This is really the truth, you will never die! Naturally refers to the moon god.

"Who is your master?"

Ziling spoke again and looked at Zhao Yun intently. As mentioned before, even Hongyuan must be a giant. Otherwise, he would not be able to teach such an outstanding disciple. He has superb acting skills and courage. The main thing is What's more, his methods are all-powerful, and she has never heard of Tianwu's aura.

"It's a girl named Xiu'er."

Zhao Yun pulled out the rag, said something, and then blocked his mouth again.

"Xiu'er?"

Ziling raised her eyebrows, is this a name?

After the simple dialogue, it became quiet again, and the white crane flashed across the sky like light.

"You little brat."

"When I get back, I will curse you to death."

"Hey...."

It looks calm on the surface, but in fact there is a turbulent undercurrent.

Just like the disciple named Zhao Yun, just like the master named Xiu'er.

These two have been scolding each other all the way.

During this period, many birds and animals were seen, all of them were mounted, and they were all heading towards Canglang City. Whether they were watching the excitement or causing trouble, they were all going for the young master of the Zhao family.

Ziling saw it in her eyes but said nothing.

The reason why she faced off against the strong man from the Blood Clothes Sect was also on the way to Canglang City. When enemies met, they would fight on the spot without saying a word.

These people are destined to have a wasted trip.

Zhao Yun is here, and Han Yan can't find him even if he searches to death.

When it comes to Han Yan, there is enough anger. Is he going to the city lord's palace to scold his mother?

"Look, look for me carefully."

Canglang City under the moon is much more lively than the outside world.

The one who enjoyed playing the most was Han Ming. So many people searched everywhere for three days and two nights, but they couldn't find Zhao Yun. Did he disappear from the world?

"Whoever catches Zhao Yun will receive a reward of one hundred thousand."

Han Yan's face was ugly enough. As the lord of a city, he couldn't even find anyone in his own territory. If this spread, how could he still be around?

At night, the city became even more chaotic.

Look at the soldiers with swords. There are them on almost every street. I really searched them door to door.

"Haven't found it yet?"

The torches in the city were bright, and the people outside the city were a little anxious.

"I really admire Han Yan."

"It's time to underestimate Zhao Yun. Where is he hiding?"

"What's the rush? It's just a matter of time."

There are many forces from all sides, gathered in small and small groups.

Again, I really can't sleep until I hear the news that Zhao Yun was destroyed.

"This battle, tut tut tut."

On the top of the hill, a fat old man stood with his hands on his hands, clicking his tongue.

Beside him, Lao Xuandao was holding a pipe, looking in all directions, blowing smoke rings deeply, and the smoke was lingering, as if he was cultivating an immortal, maybe he could even ascend.

"Your face seems really worthless."

Lao Xuankong sighed, speaking to Yang Xiong.

They are all city lords and have the power to mobilize troops. They don't even have to go through the door. Isn't it embarrassing?

"He is a vengeful person."

Yang Xiong’s words are full of philosophy of life.

The relationship with Han Yan was not good. When Han Ming went to Forget Ancient City, he had spilled some blood. Han Yan, who was determined to retaliate, naturally held a grudge in his heart. Going into the city? It would be a shame not to bring out the army to deal with him.

While he was talking, a ray of light suddenly came.

If you look closely, you will see that it is a butterfly the size of a thumb, hanging in the air.

It was from Ziling.

It is a secret technique of communication, similar to flying pigeons to send messages.

"open."

Lao Xuandao formed a seal with one hand and turned the butterfly into a note.

There was only one sentence on the note: Zhao Yun is in Forget the Ancient City.

Seeing this, all four of them twitched their lips.

Damn it, when did that guy leave Canglang City and when did he return to Wangu City?

What's ridiculous is that they only found out at this time.

What else are you talking about? Let’s send our collective greetings to the young master of the Zhao family!

Ah...sneeze!

On Bai He's back, Zhao Yun sneezed and let out his domineering force.

Soon, the white crane fell from the sky.

Not far away, you can already see the Ancient City of Forgetfulness.

Zhao Yun, who was squatting still, suddenly stood up, rolled and crawled, ran faster than a rabbit, and rushed into the city in the blink of an eye. Zi Ling looked angry and funny.

"Do you want to shake him out?"

Ziling murmured in her heart.

If Lao Xuandao and the others were told about Zhao Yun's bluff, it would definitely be a lively event.

Forget the ancient city, blooming with flowers.

Compared to the outside, home is warmer, at least that's what Zhao Yun thinks.

I went out once and walked back and forth several times in front of the gate of hell.

He walked gently and saw soldiers with swords. Walking on the streets was not looking for anyone, but patrolling. In such troubled times, Yang Xiong did not dare to be careless.

"Why did Zhao Yun go to Canglang City?"

"That's not important. What's important is that he can't come out."

"Zhao Yuan doesn't know how uncomfortable it must be."

"My son finally reconnected with his spiritual veins, but he ran into this kind of thing again."

"I heard that he was seriously injured when he went out to look for Zhao Yun."

Everywhere you go, there are legends about the young master of the Zhao family. At tea stalls and wine shops, people gather, and most of them are talking about it. It has nothing to do with themselves, and they are only responsible for gossiping.

Father injured?

Zhao Yun frowned and quickened his pace.

Of course I feel guilty. Before going to Guiming Mountain Cave, I should go back to Forgotten City first.

In this way, my father will not be seriously injured.

When he returned to Zhao's house, he went straight to his father's villa without disturbing anyone.

"I knew you were alive."

As soon as they entered the garden, Niu Hong jumped out.

In addition to him, there are purple-haired children, Chi Yan and Xiao Linglong.

I didn’t see the little money fan, so he must have been hidden in the City Lord’s Mansion by Old Xuan Dao. Compared to the Zhao family, the City Lord’s Mansion was safer, and the Blood Clothes Sect didn’t dare to break into the City Lord’s Mansion to rob people.

"Where's my father?"

"In a swoon."

Zhao Yun had no time to reminisce, so he walked through the wall in one step.

"This guy's life is really big!"

The purple-haired child couldn't help but click his tongue. That night, Zhao Yun was chasing a Ksitigarbha statue. He fell into the river and was chased by all parties, but he still managed to come back alive.

"It doesn't matter whose disciple he is."

Chi Yan said that Hong Yuan's name was not just for fun.

Talent!

Xiao Linglong felt sad in her heart.

To be honest, despite his shameless nature, that guy is still very evil.

In the room, Zhao Yun was already standing in front of the bed.

Zhao Yuan lay helpless, still asleep, his face pale and bloodless.

Zhao Yun hurriedly took the small gourd.

When the spiritual liquid is poured down, any injury will not be a problem.

Is this good? Zhao Yuan lay on the bed and froze for a long time, no longer feeling the pain.

"Father."

"Yun'er?"

"it's me."

Zhao Yun smiled, and there was murderous intention hidden under the smile. He was not targeting his father, but the person who hurt his father. Maybe it was the Great Elder's sect, or the Blood Clothes Sect, or a strong man from a big clan and a hostile family. .

No matter which one it is, it will have to be settled one day.

"Just come back."

Zhao Yuan climbed out of bed, crying.

Fortunately, the child is back. If Zhao Yun also dies, he will collapse.

Buzz!

Soon, the underground palace door opened wide.

The two of them stepped in together, and Hibiscus lay quietly on it like an ice sculpture.

Zhao Yuan was filled with tears every time he came here.

And Zhao Yun's previous words rekindled his hope.

"Xiu'er, how to do it."

"Wait until the moon is full."

The Moon God said calmly that when the soul is summoned on a full moon night, the chance of resurrection is greater.

In these few moments, Zhao Yuan also looked at Zhao Yun several times.

He didn't ask after all. As a father, he couldn't put too much pressure on his children.

"Will be resurrected."

Zhao Yun smiled in relief.

By the way, I also took a look at the soul flower in the Qiankun bag.

The day of the full moon.

Just look at the almanac for the past two or three days.

With two soul flowers and an ever-burning lamp, my mother will return to the world.

"Father, be careful of the Great Elder."

After collecting his thoughts, Zhao Yun spoke slowly.

Zhao Yuan frowned slightly, could he hear the meaning behind the words? Did he discover something?

Zhao Yun didn’t say it clearly and it’s not really confirmed yet.

At this juncture, it's better to be on guard.

He is really so cruel and ruthless, he can do anything.

Late at night, Zhao Yun came out of the underground palace.

"How did you sneak out?"

The fat little black man was still there and poked Zhao Yun with his hand.

"This...it's a long story."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

His journey can only be described as twists and turns.

It's a miracle that he came back alive.

"It's great to have the best master in the world."

The purple-haired child just sighed, and was very sure that Zhao Yun could come back alive because of Daxia Hongyuan. The apprentice could not cover up the situation, so the master came out to suppress the situation.

"The Heavenly Martial Realm figure who came out of Guiming Mountain Cave is your master."

Chi Yan glanced at Zhao Yun, and Niu Hong and the purple-haired child also pricked up their ears.

"Other than my master, who else has this ability?"

Zhao Yun straightened his collar and strode away. Reflecting the moonlight, there seemed to be an extra halo of light through the sky, which was called force. In the dark night, force was getting better and better.

"It's really Daxia Hongyuan."

The three people behind him all clicked their tongues, unable to hide their awe.

"Will it be the master?"

Xiao Linglong muttered.

I always feel that something is wrong. When did Master come out of seclusion and why did he go to the forbidden area?

Here, Zhao Yun has secretly returned to the room.

Liu Ruxin was sleeping peacefully, while he tiptoed closer to the bed, offering her true energy to nourish her body. Sometimes he would reach out and poke his wife's jade peak, causing the Moon God to squint. A bit promising.

"Where are the people? Get out."

Before daybreak, Lao Xuandao and the others arrived. They all blew their beards and stared, waiting eagerly for three days and two nights. Zhao Yun was actually in Forget the Ancient City.

The little money fan also came, and that one burst into tears of gratitude.

Along with her, there was Ziling, who looked at Zhao Yun sideways.

Honestly.

It was fine when he met other people, but when he met this one, Zhao Yun became unnatural and had the urge to run away on the spot. He hung on a tree all night and was almost beaten to death.

"How did it come out?"

Lao Xuandao cursed loudly, his face as black as charcoal.

"My master brought it out to me."

Zhao Yun coughed dryly and pulled the master out again to slip around.

When he said this, he didn't forget to glance at Ziling and said, "Don't hug me out."

"It depends on your performance."

Ziling didn't say anything, her expression said everything.

Blow, keep blowing.

Xiao Linglong curled her lips in her heart, Ziling knew the secret, and so did she.

"Your master!"

After hearing Hong Yuan's name, several old guys were particularly interested.

"Come on the full moon."

Zhao Yun said, taking a sip of wine.

I have already prepared my words and just given a precise date.

"The full moon is good, the full moon is peaceful."

The fat old man smoothed his beard, as did Old Xuandao and Old Xuankong.

What to say! I haven’t seen you for a few days and I miss you very much.