The waning moon hangs high in the air, and the dim clouds block the moonlight under the breeze. The entire Daxing City is shrouded in the tranquility of the night. Not far from the Daxing Hall in the city, a mansion outlines a blurry outline under the faint moonlight.

The mansion door opened northward, showing the magnificent vermilion red door hanging on both sides. The firefly beasts on the fourth level were sleeping soundly and emitted dazzling light. The three golden characters "Tianyu Mansion" were reflected on the horizontal plaque of the door. The flagpoles on the left and right sides of the horizontal plaque stood high. Two mighty and ferocious jade lions sat cross-legged next to the door. Following the stone steps on both sides, they silently guarded eight disciples of the Shengxian Sect wearing white clothes and swords with swords. They looked extremely serious and looked scathing.

"Tu tu tu tu!"

A crisp sound of chucks came from the empty alley. A strong wind suddenly rose and flew past the door of the mansion. The big red lantern hanging high was blown and swayed. The wind was strange and stopped faster. In the blink of an eye, it suddenly rose and fell, as if it had never happened.

"Strange!" Tianying's true man frowned slightly and said suspiciously: "The wind is a bit strange. Why do you feel like there is someone inside?"

"How is that possible?"

At her lower position, someone shook his head and retorted: "Senior Sister Tianying, this is the residence of Jindan Zhenjun. Who would break in without knowing how to die?"

Zhenren Tianying immediately turned his eyes, but saw that the person who spoke was his sister Zhenren Diying, but he couldn't say anything else. The doubts in his heart were immediately dispelled.

But at this time, Mo Wentian's Xuan's figure gradually appeared in the courtyard of the mansion. With his current cultivation level of the Jindan True Lord, it was too easy to deceive the eyes and ears of several mid-stage foundation-building cultivators.

He didn't have to use the advanced five-escape magic power. It was just a high-level magical magic wind escape technique. This magic was refreshed in the Sutra Pavilion. He was not very skilled in practicing it himself, but even so, several cultivators in the mid-stage foundation-building stage did not notice it.

After entering Tianyu Mansion, he seemed to be walking forward with his sleeves and walked forward. Every time he took a step forward, his whole body changed with the surrounding environment, becoming a white rockery, green grass, green corridors, etc., as if he was blending into everything around him.

This is just a high-level magic and breath-catching technique, but with the cultivation level of the True Lord of Mowentian Jindan, it is a shocking power. Without powerful spiritual sense sensing, it is difficult to distinguish it.

Mo Wentian looked calm and relaxed. Shi Shi walked into the courtyard corridor. Suddenly, a group of outer disciples from the Ascension Sect patrolled with long swords on their backs. However, he turned a blind eye and turned a breeze slowly passed by them, sank into a magnificent attic next to him.

As soon as I stepped into the door, the fragrance of ambergris came into my nose. In the room was embroidered with brocade curtains, soft bead curtains, large red roses woven on the goose yellow floor felt, and on the table by the window were dressing items for women. There were exquisite decorations everywhere, which seemed to be the woman's boudoir.

Mo Wentian looked around, but his expression was not at all surprised. He walked forward in a deep stairs, sat on the soft couch with a golden sword, restrained the breath that came out, and sat silently on it waiting.

But less than a stick of incense, the steps outside the hall were shattered, and the laughter of a girl came from the extremely girl, sensing the waves of spiritual energy, but the Yihuo Zhenren and Bishui Zhenren came surrounded by Zheng Yuer.

At this time, the voice of Yihuo Zhenren said outside: "Miss, I just got the news from Yongzhou that Zhenjun Tianyi has received the instruction of the royal family of the Great Qin Kingdom to go to Ningzhou, Weiguo to quell the civil strife."

"True Lord Tianyi?" Zheng Yu'er's footsteps suddenly stopped outside the hall, and said in a suspicion: "Is it Brother Seven?"

"That's right! It's the Seventh Prince." Yihuo Zhenren pondered for a moment, and said with concern in his voice: "That day, Yizhenjun and Weijun Zhenren were a mother. They had a strong relationship since childhood. He heard that Zhongtu Zhenjun rewarded the lady with a golden elixir and wanted to establish you as the head of the Shengxian Sect. He once expressed his dissatisfaction in front of the king. At this time, he received the support of the royal family of the Great Qin Kingdom and came to Ningzhou, Weiguo to quell the rebellion. I'm afraid it would be a little bad!"

"Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come!"

Zheng Yuer sighed leisurely and said silently: "Brother Seven is a genius of cultivation that is difficult to produce in a century. With his current magical powers, he is expected to be promoted to the true king of the Yuanying in this life. His father and father are ready to make him the crown prince of Zheng. At this moment, he is coming to defend the country. There is no need to guess the profound meaning of it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bishui Zhenren snorted and said dissatisfiedly: "When it comes to the cultivation talent of Tianyi Zhenren, it may not be as good as a lady. Before the middle stage of foundation building, he could not match his younger brother Weijun Zhenren, but a hundred years ago, he didn't know what adventure he had. His cultivation immediately soared, and he was proficient in several magical magical magic. He soon took the lead among all the young masters. He really couldn't use common sense to speculate."

Zheng Yuer shook her head slightly and said calmly: "The opportunity for creation is also a manifestation of strength. If you lack luck, even if you have talent and perseverance, it will be futile."

The Bishui Zhenren seemed a little dissatisfied. Just as he was about to speak, Zheng Yuer immediately waved her long sleeves and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I know this, you all retreat!"

"Yes, Miss, please rest soon!"

The Yihuo Zhenren and the Bishui Zhenren responded respectfully. They looked at each other and then bowed down together.

After they walked away, Zheng Yuer sighed leisurely, walked forward with a long sigh, pushed open the door and entered happily.

At this moment, in the night in the sky, a bright moon suddenly broke through the clouds, and the moonlight poured out from the pane like flowing water, reflected on Mo Wentian's calm and solemn cheek.

"Ask the sky?"

Under the moonlight, Zheng Yuer's delicate body suddenly trembled slightly, and she rushed over desperately and threw herself into Mo Wentian's broad arms.

With a creaking sound, the thick door closed in an instant, blocking the milky white moonlight outside the door, and returning to the darkness in the attic, Mo Wentian reached out and opened his arms, hugging his extremely charming body tightly, and his sorrow and thoughts were immediately thrown out of the sky.

The sound of sandalwood cracking in the incense burner came. At this time, the room was silent. The two hugged each other tightly, feeling the longing in each other's heart. At this time, silence is better than sound.

Zheng Yuer's delicate body twisted like a snake, hugging Mo Wentian's thick neck tightly, and said shyly: "Yuer really couldn't imagine that Wentian is the true king of Jindan, the famous leader of the Wuji Sect, who would also visit the boudoir at night to steal fragrance and jade?"

Mo Wentian laughed loudly, reached out and took the hairpin above her head, letting her beautiful hair scatter like a waterfall, and said with a serious face: "Yu'er is joking. She is a man who is a cultivating and seeking Taoism. How could she steal fragrance and jade? At most, she would study the magical powers of Yin and Yang Furnace and Cauldron."

Zheng Yuer looked shy and snuggled in Mo Wentian's arms, saying the pain of longing for her. At this time, silence is better than sound. Until the rooster crowed and urged her to turn over and over again, the sky was completely bright, Mo Wentian left reluctantly.
Chapter completed!