Moon Emperor

Chapter 158
Facing the order of the palace lord, although everyone agreed, but to be honest, they were all a little confused.

After all, Su Wen was the only one who saw Lian Yue's memory. They only knew that the tall man mentioned by the witch did exist, but why didn't it look like it?Shouldn't it be the kind of old man who is seven or eighty years old?

Su Wen didn't seem to have any intention of explaining to her subordinates. She first looked at the woman in palace attire, "Hongye, help me to investigate a person, a monk named Xinzheng in Mingjing Temple of Qixia Mountain."

"He should have the cultivation base of the fifth level, especially pay attention to where he has been in the past seven years, including the things he has been asking about in these years."

Following Su Wen's voice, the image in the light curtain was replaced by a white-browed monk.

Hongye took a careful note of her appearance, and then saluted.

"Be careful not to startle the snake, I will let other people cooperate with you."

Hongye could see that the palace lord attached great importance to it this time, so she responded again and acted very cautiously.

She naturally knew that the palace lord was easy to talk when he was in a good mood, but he was terrible when he was in a bad mood.

On the other side, after Lian Yue was suddenly pushed out, she fell into an uninhabited cliff.

She was injured but not injured, but her mind was full of inexplicable things.

Inviting the Mistress of the Palace, why did you tell yourself her name?Did she feel that one day, she would reveal this secret to that senior, so the real purpose was to let herself pass it on?
What a sick woman, Lian Yue said bitterly in her heart, on the one hand she told her not to speak, but on the other hand she seemed certain that she would speak out.

But Lian Yue thought about it, if she really met that senior again, she would probably really say it.

Anyway, she didn't have much respect for that woman, let alone that the other party didn't impose any restrictions on herself.
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Early the next morning, Su Yan went to the cashier to take the reserved money, and left Su's house directly for Luoyang.

He didn't use the method of escape, or the way of flying with a sword, but wore a plain green robe, carrying a sword box, and walked one step at a time.

There are two reasons:

One is that Su Yan is not in a hurry now, if he wants to investigate and avenge his family, he can't rush to the capital in a hurry.

The second is that he originally regarded this descent from the mountain as an experience in the world of mortals, in order to temper his Taoism and form alchemy as soon as possible.

That being the case, it is even more impossible to be superior, and one must go deep into the world to experience the joys, sorrows, sorrows, emotions, and desires of mortals.

On the way, Su Yan recalled the old lady's previous description, his grandma in this life seems to have a very mysterious origin.

You shouldn't come to this world for a while; you are doomed to a short life; you can predict your own death.

All these characteristics made Su Yan wonder, could it be that his grandma was the legendary banished immortal?Or a fairy from the sky descending to earth?

But it didn't seem quite right, since a fairy came down to earth, how could he be doomed to have a short life?Could it be that he came to this world because he was punished?

It didn't sound like the tone, it said "should not come", not "forced to come".

Not to mention that it has been thousands of years since the fairy world disappeared. Theoretically, there would be no immortals or fairies descending to earth five or sixty years ago. In short, there are too few clues, and Su Yan can't guess anything by guessing.

Speaking of which, my Taiyin body is not the same as the Taiyin body in ancient books. Is it because of some special bloodlines that have been inherited, resulting in mutations?
possible.
While thinking, Su Yan, who had been walking along the official road for half a day, saw a teahouse.

It happened to stop for a cup of leisure tea, but unfortunately this kind of roadside stall with air leakage from all sides is no better than teahouses and restaurants in towns, otherwise it would be nice to listen to a storybook before going on the road.

As soon as he entered the teahouse, Su Yan chose an empty table and sat down, "Boss, here is a pot of tea, and then two plates of snacks."

"Okay! Just wait a moment." The owner and waiter who was listlessly lying beside the counter suddenly regained his energy. He can't earn a few coppers just by selling tea.

While the boss was busy, Su Yan observed casually, there were only five tables in the small teahouse.

Besides himself, there was another guest in the corner. He was wearing a black dress, with a bamboo hat on his head, the brim of the hat was pulled down very low, and he was drinking tea in silence.

In addition, his right hand is always pressed on the sword at his waist, looking very vigilant.

What interested Su Yan was that when he came in, he vaguely sensed that there was a hidden divine sense that glanced at it, and then took it back.

This shows that this guy should not be an ordinary person, either a warrior or a monk.

Moreover, he seemed to be wounded, Su Yan could smell a very faint smell of blood, it should have been treated.

At this moment, the boss has brought over the food enthusiastically, "Here, jujube flower cake, mung bean cake, please eat slowly, if you are not very hungry, we have sesame seed cakes here."

It's clearly a teahouse, but the boss didn't mention his tea at all. Seeing this, Su Yan just smiled and picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup.

The tea tasted a bit bitter and astringent, so it couldn't compare to the good tea from Qingcheng Palace, but he still seemed to be enjoying it with every sip of cake and tea.

However, the other person in the teahouse did not relax. It may be that the sword box on Su Yan's body is too obvious, which makes people associate it.

The disciples of Buddha and Taoism in this world often have obvious characteristics when they go out to practice.

Among them, Buddhist disciples often carry a wordless scripture; Taoist disciples often carry a sword.

In particular, Su Yan carried a sword box on his back, which didn't look like a martial arts practitioner.

While the man was thinking, four or five beams of brilliance suddenly came from outside the sky!

Moreover, these brilliance approached in a manner of being surrounded in all directions, even if the people in the Liao noticed the movement at this time, it was too late to escape.

The man in black's expression changed drastically and he stood up, while Su Yan was still dealing with the food in front of him, acting like a normal person.

The brilliance landed, and five monks, four men and one woman, walked out of it. Judging from the aura emitted during the flight, they all belonged to the third realm.

A bald-headed man in the lead smiled unkindly, "Boy, can't you run away this time?"

"Why do you have to struggle so hard? All the people in your teacher's sect are dead, and it's meaningless to live. You'd better go down and accompany them."

While the bald man was talking, the rest of the people were all staring at Su Yan.

Because among the few living people in the teahouse, the boss had long since hid under the counter tremblingly, and only this young man was still drinking tea calmly, so it seemed that he was not an easy character to deal with.

Moreover, the opponent's aura is restrained, and it is difficult for them to judge the opponent's strength. They only know that most of them are practitioners.

The man in black gritted his teeth and took off his bamboo hat. His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the people outside. Even that little white face looked a little distorted at this moment.

Su Yan judged from his appearance that this person should be young, and now he is in a dead end. If he doesn't make a move, more than [-]% of this person will have to confess here.

(End of this chapter)