Chapter 609: Buried Cloud Tower, Sweeping Monk, Love Unknown End

Chapter 609: Buried Cloud Tower, Sweeping Monk, Love Unknown End

After doing all this, Ye Yang turned around and looked at Yang Xiaoyan and the seriously injured maid in front of him.

He waved his hand, and a stream of life essence flowed into the maid's body.

How powerful is the life essence cultivated by the power of Zifu Zhenren.

Ye Yang just waved his hand, and the seriously injured maid recovered immediately.

Ye Yang's move shocked the two.

Yang Xiaoyan was even more stunned. There were many imperial doctors in the Dayun Dynasty, but like the other party, just a single wave of his hand could pull people back from the state of serious injury and near death.

This was the first time she had seen it.

She had never seen such a magical medical skill, as if all the pain was not worth mentioning in front of this person.

The maid named Qiu E was grateful and shed tears. She struggled to stand up and bowed deeply to Ye Yang, her words full of respect.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior. I will never forget it."

Yang Xiaoyan also knelt down hurriedly at this time.

Thinking of what the old demon Qingyang said before his death, she couldn't help but think of the mysterious Heaven.

Could it be that this person is really from Heaven?

"Junior Emperor Yan Fei, thank you for the rescue."

Hearing what the old demon Qingyang said, this organization called Heaven is quite mysterious and has not been revealed to the world. Ye Yang guessed that it might be the hidden power of the Dayun Dynasty.

However, it's a pity that he is not from Heaven.

At this moment, the two misunderstood his identity, and he didn't explain much. After all, after muddying the water, it would be more conducive to his plan for the blood of the lewd phoenix.

"Do you two know where the blood of the lewd phoenix sent by Tianyuan City not long ago is hidden."

Hearing the four words of lewd phoenix blood.

Yang Xiaoyan recovered, and she looked at Ye Yang with a little more inquiry in her eyes, thinking secretly in her heart.

"I'm afraid this senior is not from the Heavenly Court. Otherwise, he wouldn't ask us where the phoenix's blood is."

"But if he is not from the Heavenly Court, why would he appear in this palace?"

"And he saved my master and my servant."

She could see that this senior did not want to reveal his true identity.

So, she stopped asking.

But she spoke.

"Report to the senior, after I heard about the phoenix's blood, I refined three portions. One portion was used by Xiang Fei to nourish her body, and the other two were sent to the Sutra Pavilion for storage."

Ye Yang frowned slightly when he heard this, and secretly calculated in his heart.

In any force.

Any place called the Sutra Pavilion is an extraordinary place.

It must be heavily guarded and full of traps.

It is hard to imagine how difficult it is to retrieve the phoenix's blood without alerting anyone.

"Do you know the specific location of the Sutra Pavilion?"

Ye Yang's tone was solemn.

He had memorized the map that the Leopard Demon had given him before, but he had not found the location of the Sutra Pavilion.

Now time was running out, and he had to race against time.

Yang Xiaoyan nodded, thought for a while, and answered.

"Senior, there are several Sutra Pavilions in the palace. The blood of the lewd phoenix was taken from the demon king. It was not born and raised, but a dirty thing, and was not classified as a top grade."

"Therefore, the most likely possibility is that it is hidden in the Burial Cloud Tower in the northwest corner of the palace."

"The pavilion has a rich collection of books and complex mechanisms, and it is not easy for ordinary people to enter."

"I was fortunate to go there with the Holy Emperor, and I am quite familiar with the route."

After saying that, she looked at the person in front of her carefully, fearing that the person in front of her would get angry.

Ye Yang knew what Yang Xiaoyan was thinking, so he spoke.

"In that case, tell me the detailed route."

Ye Yang's voice was calm and firm, without any blame.

This eased Yang Xiaoyan's tension a little.

She nodded, and then began to describe the path to the Zangyun Tower in detail.

"Starting from here, go along the imperial garden on the east side..."

Yang Xiaoyan gestured with her hands as she spoke, fearing that she would miss any details.

Ye Yang listened carefully, and quickly built a map of the Sutra Library and its surroundings in his mind.

After he knew the specific route, he was ready to go away.

At this time, Yang Xiaoyan spoke.

"Senior, I wonder if you can leave your name. I will repay you for your kindness if I have the opportunity in the future."

"You don't have to worry too much. The grievances and hatreds in the rivers and lakes are often complicated. Today's help may be tomorrow's fate."

"As for my name, you don't have to worry about it. I have some friendship with Ye Yang, the sword master of Feitianmen. I heard that you and him are brothers and sisters. If you feel bad, just mention me when you see him."

These words are like whispers in the night wind, revealing a kind of unrestrained and uninhibited, yet delicate human touch.

Yang Xiaoyan's heart trembled slightly.

"It's all thanks to my second brother again."

Yang Xiaoyan felt a warm current in her heart, she bowed deeply, her gratitude overflowing with words.

"Senior, you are so kind, Xiaoyan will remember it in my heart. I will never forget your help this time. If there is a chance, I will definitely convey your words to my second brother."

After she finished speaking, she looked up again and found that the senior was gone.

Although the palace of the Dayun Dynasty was covered by the formation, there were too many people living in it, coming in and out, except for a few key places where the formation was intact.

There were many flaws in many places.

Ye Yang used Peng Mo's extreme speed and carefully avoided the formation restrictions.

Following the route given by Yang Xiaoyan, after a while, the solemn outline of Burial Cloud Tower came into view.

The tall stone walls and closed iron doors are solemn and solemn.

Ye Yang took a deep breath and did not choose to enter through the front door. Instead, he took out a forbidden talisman, opened a small hole through the window, and slowly opened the door and window.

The light in the room was dim, but under the weak candlelight, things could still be seen vaguely.

Inside the Sutra Pavilion, the lights are dim, there are many bookshelves, and the air is filled with a faint smell of dust.

Ye Yang, dressed in black, walked along the narrow passage between the bookshelves.

at this time.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of sweeping the floor.

Ye Yang stopped and listened.

The sound seemed to come from behind a row of bookshelves not far away. He approached gently and passed through the gap in the bookshelves.

I saw a white-haired old monk holding a bamboo broom, slowly sweeping the ground. Although his movements were slow, there was an indescribable sense of rhythm.

It seems that every sweep contains some profound truth.

Ye Yang was secretly surprised that this seemingly ordinary old monk exuded an indescribable feeling.

At this time, the old monk also stopped what he was doing, turned around, and looked directly at Ye Yang with his eyes like a torch.

"The donor came to visit late at night, why did he come?"

The old monk's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to come from the depths of his heart, making people dare not hesitate at all.

Ye Yang was slightly stunned, he didn't expect to meet such an unpredictable sweeping monk.

This monk looks ordinary, but in fact his cultivation is extraordinary, and his every move exudes an otherworldly aura.

Ye Yang was secretly vigilant in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm. He cupped his fists and saluted, his voice hoarse.

"Old man Peng, it is really a helpless act for me to explore the Sutra Pavilion at night. No offense is intended. I hope you will forgive me."

The monk smiled faintly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"The donor is serious. The poor monk is here just to protect the ancient books in the Sutra Pavilion from being disturbed by the world."

"Since the benefactor came to visit, there must be a reason. You might as well say it bluntly. Maybe the poor monk can do his best."

When Ye Yang heard this, his heart moved. This was completely different from what he had imagined. The attitude of the sweeping monk was unexpectedly calm, and he did not seem to be hostile.

He thought for a moment.

"To be honest, I came here to find something."

Ye Yang's eyes flashed, extremely fierce. At this moment, the magic power in his body was generated by himself, and it was extremely violent. There was a faint figure of a roc demon covering the sky, filling the world.

It is possible to strike at any time.

"I don't know what it is."

"The essence and blood of the obscene phoenix."

After hearing this, the monk's expression changed slightly, he was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly.

"What a coincidence, the poor monk came here for one thing. I heard that there is an ancient book called "The Art of the Emperor" in the Sutra Pavilion, which records the secrets of the rise and fall of the dynasty. If you have seen it, you might as well tell me."

Hearing this, Ye Yang felt something was wrong.

"You came here to steal things too."

"The donor is joking. How can this be considered stealing when it comes to becoming a monk? It's just borrowing. It's a waste here. Why don't you let me take it back and live a better life?"

…

And the other side.

Yang Xiaoyan and the maid hurriedly found Yan Qingying's residence, but did not find Yan Qingying.

At this moment, Yan Qingying was in a mansion.

Eight bright spears behind him rotated in the air, pointing at one person at a very fast speed, with shocking killing intent.

"Are you Zhao Wuji, Minister of War?"

"Exactly, I don't know who you are.

"The person who wants your life."

"I won't resist if the girl wants to kill me, but can you please let me say a word?"

Yan Qingying's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and the eight divine spears vibrated slightly, flashing coldly in the dark night. There was both determination and hesitation in her eyes.

After receiving the order from Concubine Yan, she waited many times before finding an opportunity to assassinate Zhao Wuji, the Minister of War.

However, it seemed that the other party was not as simple as she imagined.

A mortal who has no cultivation base can only write military books, strategies, and strategies to govern and secure the country.

But she had never seen such calmness and calmness before, and she couldn't help but feel shocked.

The originally firm murderous intention actually wavered.

"Okay, you say."

Yan Qingying's voice was cold, but the fluctuations hidden in it revealed her inner struggle.

"I, Zao Wuji, have acted with no regrets from heaven, earth, and my heart throughout my life."

"Those who have always cared about the country will be the ones who will be sad for all eternity."

"I know why the girl came and why she wanted to kill me."

Yan Qingying looked at him with a strange look in her eyes.