"The Grand Master knows how to do it?" Xiao Haochen repeated Mo Wendong's words.

Mo Wendong nodded and looked at Yan Jiwei who had been silent for a long time, "That volume of music called "The Music of the Heavenly Clear" should be in the hands of Prince Muhuai at this moment."

Xiao Haochen's heart was pounding.

At that time, because of this musical score, Yan Jiwei's father and brother died tragically at the city of Jinling. Later, she even regarded this as a rebellious scale. Now Mo Wendong mentioned this matter in front of her again, I'm afraid...

His right hand placed under the table immediately started to form a chess shape.

Yan Jiwei put down the teacup and smiled softly. There was no emotion on his face, "Yes. Is it here." After saying that, he took out a simple scroll from his arms, with two vaguely visible words on the seal: Tianji.

"Please take a look at the Grand Master." Yan Jiwei pushed the scroll to the center of the table.

As soon as this object appeared, a hint of fanaticism flashed across Xiao Haochen's face.

He has now forgotten to think about why Yan Jiwei obediently gave this thing at this moment. He only saw that the whole thing that Wudang had been unable to work hard for many years was now put in front of him!

This thing is the key to Taoism’s regaining its immortal fortune!

But Mo Wendong took the lead and took the roll of paper on the table.

This action also suppressed the impulse in Xiao Haochen's heart. He calmed down and asked, "I wonder how the Grand Master will do it?"

"President Xiao should know, "The Nine Maps of Lingxing"." Mo Wendong said while browsing the music score in his hand.

"Naturally. The "Nine Map of Lingxing" was on the founding ceremony of Liangyang. The four major Taoist sects, Wudang, Qingcheng, Longhu and Qiyun, each sent Taoist priests who had the deepest understanding of the Tao of Immortality, and jointly painted it to protect Liangyang from prosperity and peace. The "Nine Map of Lingxing" is divided into two volumes, the second volume is kept in my Taokuiwu, and records the body of the immortals and the similarities and differences between the immortals and mortals; but the first volume does not know where it exists. I heard from the master that the first volume records the path to cultivating immortals and obtaining the Tao, and the terms of asking for immortals." Xiao Haochen calmed down and said slowly.

"That's it." Mo Wendong rolled up the music score. "In "The Nine Stars and the Nine Stars", there is a dark array called "Nine Stars Floating Travel". You have to use "The Music of the Heavenly Clear" to open this array and then break the array. If you open this scroll directly, the contents in the scroll will not be presented, but will be presented as a starry sky pattern. The astrology changes every year, with nine as a cycle. In other words, if you open it again, you will have to wait nine years later."

"So that's it." Xiao Haochen stood up and saluted, "Then, Haochen is here, congratulations to the Grand Master in advance."

"The term for asking for immortals recorded in the first volume is the key to recreating the immortal books on the murals of Xizhou, and the path to cultivating immortals is also the key to Taoism's regaining the immortal fortune." Mo Wendong smiled, "Sir Xiao, the success or failure of what you and I pursue is here."

"But the question is, where is the first volume?" Xiao Haochen asked with his head up.

"Lin'an Library. I have sent Yujing there." Mo Wendong said.

"Isn't that the place where King Cheng sent him?" Xiao Haochen said after thinking about it.

"Yes." Mo Wendong nodded.

Xiao Haochen glanced at Ling Aoyang who was reading books, hesitated for a while before speaking: "The library is guarded by King Cheng, will he really be willing to give it to?"

"It's him that he will definitely give it." Mo Wendong said confidently.

Xiao Haochen nodded thoughtfully, sat down, raised the teacup and pressed it against his lips, and looked at the candlelight hidden in the ice expressionlessly.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Mo Wendong looked at Yan Jiwei.

Yan Jiwei was also looking at him, not knowing how to speak.

"What I said today does not seem to be something you are interested in." Mo Wendong asked, "You have been listening for so long, are you very curious? What is the reason why I summoned you into the mansion today?"

"The Grand Master should be for the music score in my hand?" Yan Jiwei said after thinking about it.

"This is one of them." Mo Wendong Youyou said: "The second is the evil sword technique you have learned, which is exactly what I just said, "Immortal Book".

Yan Ji's pupils shrank slightly, "Why did I forget my original sword technique?"

"Everything will turn back when extreme, this is the price of learning the immortal book. The price of each immortal book is different." Mo Wendong said in a deep voice: "Prince Muhuai, you have the immortal book and can no longer be compared with ordinary people."

"Are you ordinary people?" Yan Ji clenched Mu Huai slightly.

"There is no shortage of a mediocre Yan Jiwei in this world, but there is one who can subvert the world, Yan Jingchen."

"Yan Jingchen..." Yan Jiwei recited this familiar and unfamiliar name, and a trance flashed in his eyes.

"Yuwei, see off the guests." Mo Wendong shouted loudly, and the surrounding doors and windows opened one after another at this moment.

After the two left one after another, Emperor Jingyang Ling Aoyang, who had been listening for a long time, suddenly applauded.

"Aoyang, how about it?" Mo Wendong asked.

"Teacher, have you noticed that Xiao Haochen's name changed when he was congratulating you just now?" Ling Aoyang said.

"oh?"

"This person usually calls himself "I" or "I", but he just calls himself "Haochen". It's too humble." Ling Aoyang smiled.

Mo Wendong asked: "Then what did you see from now on?"

"Teacher, you don't often tell me that villains are afraid of playing chess, but when a gentleman makes a move, he only has no regrets." Ling Aoyang took a sip of tea, "Only after making careful choices, he can make a move."

Mo Wendong immediately showed a gratified smile, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, "It seems that I have read you wrong. Now that you have become the emperor, this game of chess is perfect for you."

"Yes." Ling Aoyang bowed his head respectfully.

But what he didn't see was the deep meaning in Mo Wendong's eyes at this moment.

"By the way, that person is coming back soon." Mo Wendong said suddenly.

"Yes. I'm very curious. After experiencing the baptism on the battlefield in the past two years, what kind of person will he become?" Ling Aoyang smiled, "My former classmate, Yan Yuanjie."

Ten days later, on a mountain road somewhere.

"This road is really hard to walk." Luo Feiyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the three Fusang ninjas who were staring at him in front of him. "It's a pity that there is only this only road now."

"You can lead to Chang'an."

The three ninjas remained silent, their eyes becoming more and more fierce, and their sharp kunai was shining with a cold light.

Suddenly, the ninja in the lead suddenly rolled up his black clothes and disappeared in the darkness. Luo Feiyu had already realized that when the ninja disappeared from sight, his situation was the most dangerous time.

"Come on!" Luo Feiyu shouted angrily, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly used the sword vein technique, swung it forward, and splashed countless snowflakes.

On a lush tree nearby, a woman in green holding a long sword stood. It was the fox-faced woman standing on the bamboo forest by Fenghua Gate when Luo Feiyu set off that day. At this moment, she had pinned her mask to her waist, revealing her face that was full of autumn water but weathered.

She watched Luo Feiyu's every move, sighed, and gently touched the hilt of the sword.

The three black-clothed ninjas in the dark were silently cut off their throats.
Chapter completed!