Eternal gate

The underground palace is cold and dark.

Zhao Yun crossed his legs and quietly healed his injuries. The internal injuries had not recovered yet, but now they had another layer of injuries.

Looking at the other one, nothing happened except the loss of true energy.

"Mother-in-law, have a good trip."

Qingyao was kind-hearted and used her sword to carve out a sarcophagus and put the hag into it.

I feel both hatred and pity for this old man. He has been alone for decades, and he is also a pitiful person.

Three coffins were neatly placed on the stone platform.

This girl was also dedicated to her work. She even placed the incense burner and inserted three sticks of musk.

As for the black-robed man in Rashomon, she was not very polite and burned him to ashes.

Not long after, Zhao Yun woke up. It was a trivial matter for his bones and muscles to break. He could completely reshape his body through the Marrow Cleansing and Muscle Meridian Exercises. What was more uncomfortable was the internal injuries. His face was still as pale as paper, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding from time to time.

"I found it from the man in black robe."

Qing Yao came over and handed Zhao Yun two things, a slender black sword and a well-preserved human skin mask. As for the others, whether they were pills or silver, they were all blown into ashes. How high is this? Only an explosive talisman of this level can blow up a peak Ksitigarbha statue until it loses its human form.

"You stay, Black Sword."

Zhao Yun said, taking the human skin mask.

"I didn't do anything, so there's no point in taking the spoils."

Qingyao smiled and handed the slender black sword to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun did not shirk, put his magic ring in with a flick of his hand, took one last look at the underground palace, turned around and left, feeling emotional in his heart. He was assassinated by Rashomon along the way. He never thought that this fatal situation in the tomb was actually Rashomon. Someone suddenly killed him, giving him a hope of survival.

"I hope you can be reunited as a family down there."

When Qing Yao left, she made a praying gesture before following Zhao Yun.

However, neither of them noticed that the little finger of the witty words in the coffin moved slightly.

If the black-robed man from Rashomon was still alive, he would probably curse Zhao Yun and Qingyao.

Two melons, there is a treasure in the coffin, it is in the body of Wongyu. I have come all the way here just for her. You two are better off, just pat your butt and leave. Don’t you want it at all?

Do not want.

This would be Qing Yao's answer, and it would also be Zhao Yun's answer. Don't say you don't know, even if you know, you won't take it. We are all so miserable, so we are embarrassed to take it.

Gua!

The roc spreads its wings and soars into the night.

Zhao Yun became a lump on the elm tree again, and after going to heaven, he crossed his legs to heal his wounds.

Qingyao, on the other hand, sat aside and glanced sideways at him more than once. In just a few days, Zhao Yun had already rescued her twice, and even weird things like marriage in the grave... could happen to them.

Isn't this the legendary fate?

Speaking of ghost marriage, this girl is still wearing her wedding dress. Bathed in the moonlight, she has a unique dreamy beauty. Combined with her peerless face, she is really like a fairy in a painting. She is so beautiful.

Like her, Zhao Yun did not take off his groom's clothes, but only quietly healed his wounds.

In this way, the picture is very romantic. There is a man and a woman. She is wearing a wedding dress and he is wearing a groom's clothes. The man is talented and the woman is beautiful. At first glance, they are a match made in heaven. The starry sky is the matchmaker and the moonlight is the witness. They are a proper young couple.

And the two of them have obviously become a beautiful scenery in the sky.

There were many flying mounts in the sky, coming and going a lot. When I saw the two of them, their eyes were very strange. A groom and a bride didn't enter the bridal chamber in the middle of the night. Why are they wandering around here? Especially the groom, does his kidneys fail? With such a beautiful girl sitting next to you, you are wasting resources by just reciting sutras.

"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two bows to Gaotang."

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

"Send it to the bridal chamber."

There are still talents. One flew over with a whoosh and left a sentence. Another one flew over with a whoosh and left another sentence... All of them are professional emcees, especially the one who said "Send into the bridal chamber, howl" The loudest.

Zhao Yun is still the same Zhao Yun, lost in thought and healing his wounds quietly.

Qingyao is no longer the same Qingyao. She clearly heard it but did not take off her bright red wedding dress. Her cheeks were rosy and her smile was very charming. If this...can be considered a wedding, it would be too dreamy.

At some point, the two of them fell down.

Ahead, you can see a huge ancient city. It is marked on the map as Jiuyang Ancient City.

"I'm beautiful in my wedding dress."

Qing Yao's lotus steps jumped slightly, her hands behind her back, and she walked backwards facing Zhao Yun. Her beautiful eyes were shining and she was quite lively. No matter where she came from, she looked like a little girl who was inexperienced in the world. So far, she was still wearing that dress. The wedding dress is like a bright red flower, sometimes dancing gracefully under the moon.

"Beautiful." Zhao Yun smiled politely.

Qingyao smiled sweetly and finally took off her wedding dress before entering the city.

The ancient city of Jiuyang is still very lively under the moonlight, with bustling people, high red lanterns, and constant shouting and selling, showing the prosperity of the world.

"My aunt, where did you go?"

Three old men came out of nowhere and grabbed Qingyao.

He was sent by Yan Tianfeng to protect Qingyao. He was surrounded and killed by the strong men of Chiyang City, so he was separated. He had been waiting in Jiuyang Ancient City for several days, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. If the city lord's daughter was lost, Yan Tianfeng also struck them with one palm.

Fortunately, when they arrived, Qingyao was still alive and kicking.

"There are some small changes." Qingyao smiled.

When he turned around again, Zhao Yun was nowhere to be seen and was lost in the bustling crowd.

"Are you leaving now?"

Qingyao murmured, feeling lost for a while.

"Miss?"

"I'm tired. Let's rest for a night before we continue our journey."

Qingyao said, and ran straight to the inn. She looked back several times, but could no longer see that figure.

Here, Zhao Yun has found a guest room and closed the door tightly.

Then, the human skin mask was taken out.

This is not an ordinary human skin mask. It is made of rare and rare materials. Each material is basically extinct in Daxia. This kind of human skin mask covering the face is not comparable to ordinary masks. If you use a special method to refine the facial features, you can truly change the outline of the facial features. The so-called appearance is the new dignity. There is no way to put it in disguise. I am afraid that even the Tianwu realm will not be able to recognize the truth, because it is refined into the human face. Behind the mask, honor is the truth.

However, this method has a time limit.

Judging from the level of this human skin mask, it can still last seven or eight years.

Since he wanted to enter Tianzong with another identity, it was necessary to change his appearance. This human skin mask was just right. The road to revenge was long, and he was ready to live with another identity.

Without thinking much, he sat at the table.

There was a bronze mirror on the table. Facing the mirror, he took one last look at his current dignity, because he would not see this face again for a long time.

He didn't hesitate, he used a dagger to draw three bloody marks on his face, and put on a human skin mask.

The mask was stained with blood, and was refined into his face bit by bit by thunder and lightning. There was a slight collision of bones. The strange human skin mask was refined into his face, and it had its own strange effect. As Zhao Yun thought, it could really change The outline of his facial features, when he opened his eyes, he was already another ordinary face in the mirror, the edges and corners were still sharp, but the outline was no longer the same as before.

A face like this one is quite popular among the crowd. Throw it into a crowd and grab a lot of it.

It doesn't matter to Zhao Yun whether he is handsome or not. What he wants is a different face so that when others see him, they won't think of Zhao Yun, let alone the Zhao family, so that's fine.

In exchange for honor, he took the slender black sword and refined it into the dragon abyss.

After that, it was still healing.

It was a treasure that he didn't know how to cherish. The immortal dew liquid had been consumed early, and he no longer had the power to resurrect human flesh and bones. As a result, his internal injuries became more and more serious, and he would not be able to recover for three to five days.

With his eyes closed, sleepiness suddenly appeared and he fell into a deep sleep.

I slept long enough this time.

In the early morning, the people on the road set off again, Qingyao and the others were one of them. The girl was still unwilling to give up. Before leaving the city, she looked left and right all the way, which made the three old men raise their eyebrows.

Who knew what she was looking for, but she couldn't find it until she left Jiuyang Ancient City.

"Are you leaving?" Qingyao murmured, walking away.

Even if Zhao Yun was standing in front of her at this moment, she might not recognize him.

Well...!

Zhao Yun, who was sleeping, was not in good condition.

It must have been a nightmare, there was a lot of sweat on the forehead, there was a hint of pain between the brows, and there were a lot of muffled groans, as if I was trapped in a dream, trying to wake up but couldn't, and I was lost again and again.

In the dark, he seemed to see a door, a giant door reaching into the sky, further away than in his dream.

In the dark, he also seemed to see a ray of light. To be precise, it was a back that seemed real and illusory, covered with eternal colors, flying on the boundless illusion, flying towards the giant door that held up the sky.

"If I die, you will come."

In the dark, there is still such an ancient and vicissitudes of words, which seems to have spanned the long river of time, with a touch of hoarse hope, like a magic spell, lingering in his ears for a long time.

ah...!

With a sudden roar, he sat up suddenly, breathing heavily.

"who is he."

Zhao Yun muttered to himself while covering his forehead.

At this moment, he couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion, and he felt like he was still in a dream.

It took him a long time to regain consciousness.

"who is he?"

Still this question, I don’t know who said it to him.

"Open the door, open the door."

While he was muttering, there was a loud knock on the door and a rough drink.

Before he could open the door, the door was kicked open. Three or five soldiers with swords barged in. They were full of fierceness and were not ordinary arrogant and domineering. They glanced at Zhao Yun and then looked around the room. Finally, A scroll was erected in front of Zhao Yun. On it was a portrait of a woman. The word "Qiu" was engraved on the woman's forehead, which was dazzling just looking at it.

"Feng Wu."

Zhao Yun murmured in his heart, he could recognize it at a glance.

The word "hate" is still fresh in his memory.

"Have you seen her before?" Bingwei shouted.

"Never seen it." Zhao Yun replied calmly.

I don’t know why Feng Wu is wanted, but Feng Wu must have been here before.

"what about this?"

Bingwei pulled out another scroll, which was still a portrait of a woman.

"Youlan."

Zhao Yun thought again in his heart that he did not recognize the woman in the painting, but he recognized the eyes of the woman in the painting. They were so dreamlike and beautiful that they were hard to forget after just one look. He could be sure that the person Bingwei was looking for must be You. Lan, most likely changed his appearance when performing an assassination mission.

However, her beautiful eyes could not be concealed.

"Never seen it."

Zhao Yun said lightly, this is the truth, I have never seen it before.

Bingwei didn't say much, turned around and left, and continued to knock on the guest room doors one by one.

"All wanted."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

Feng Wu and Youlan had both appeared in this ancient city, and they were both wanted criminals. One of Youlan's previous tasks was to assassinate Feng Wu, and he was present that night.