In the middle, there was only one road left for one person to walk through, Ah Wan walked in the front, she was second, and Mu Yan was last.

Looking at these, Shen Bujiao's mouth opened wide in surprise, it was autumn at this time, and those peach blossoms, cherry blossoms, peonies, hibiscus, epiphyllums, and impatiens that only bloomed in spring, and she even saw the plum blossoms of Aoxue Lingshuang.

She walked forward, staring intently at these flowers, and suddenly found a bewitching beauty lying among the flowers, she was holding a jar of wine in her hand, her cheeks seemed to be dyed with a layer of rouge, she opened her half-closed eyes, and smiled faintly: "It turned out that Ah Wan was back, hey, why is there a girl behind her, well, why are you also with this wood?"

The face of the wood that was turned into wood was covered with black lines.

Ah Wan glanced at Mu Yan, covered her lips and smiled, "Jiujiu, you are drunk again, where did this wood come from?"

Jiujiu was dressed in a fiery red Luo skirt, with a red spot at the corner of his eyes, red as a drop of blood, which showed his bright and charming, his eyebrows were graceful, his face was smiling, and his elegance was peerless.

She drank all the wine in the jar, hugged the jar and murmured, "Just let me get drunk to death!" After speaking, she lay down in the peony bush, and the wine jar gurgled and rolled on a blooming peony flower.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, falling flowers were colorful, and the petals fluttering with the wind and falling on Jiujiu's body were a picture of a beautiful woman drunk and lying on a peony.

Passing through the hall with simple layout, it seems to come to another world, where the mountains and rocks stand, the strange pines lean on the oblique curve, the ancient vines are coiled, the mountain streams are clear and the spring is dingdong, the stones are flowing and flowing, the miscellaneous flowers and fairy grasses on the side of the stream are increasing, the birds are singing tactfully, and the scenery is elegant.

On the mountain ridge, there is a pavilion, in the pavilion two men wearing moon-white robes are playing against each other, Shen Bujiao looked at it intently, and was shocked, it turned out that these two men looked exactly the same, with deep facial features, a face like a crown of jade, a solemn expression, and all their minds were on the chessboard in front of them. あ七^八Chinese ヤ~(8)~1~ωωω.7\8z*òм

Shen Bujiao asked, "Sister Awan, are they twins?"

Ah Wan looked up, it was Rong Qi, shook her head and smiled: "No, his name is Rong Qi, he is a chess idiot, he is the person with the highest chess skills in the Great Dao Academy, there is no opponent, so he can only conjure up another self and play against himself." ”

Shen Bujiao suddenly realized, "Is this the loneliness of the master?"

Ah Wan smiled and continued to walk forward with Shen Bujiao.

Here every step of the way, there is a hazy fog veil between the mountains and rivers, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, the whole person seems to be soaked in greenery, and it is very comfortable and comfortable.

Shen Bujiao suddenly felt that it was black in front of him, and the white had turned into night, the moon was hanging high, and the stars were shining.

A man wearing a jade blue wide-sleeved robe stood on the roof, his sleeves in the moonlight, and his clothes flew up, ethereal as a fairy.

He held the jade flute in his hand and played it, the sound of the flute was clear, the bass was like a pearl jumping, crisp and short, and then, the tone slowly rose, like the waves advancing layer by layer, which had a unique charm.

The man had a snowy face and an extraordinary bearing, Shen Bujiao was curious and asked, "Who is this?"

Ah Wan replied: "Sanqing, I like to blow the flute under the moon." ”

Shen Bujiao has been paying attention to Sanqing, until he didn't pay attention to his feet, "click", it was the sound of a branch breaking, Shen Bujiao hurriedly looked down, through the moonlight, she saw a few dead branches under her feet, she kicked the dead branch to the side with her foot, and there was a stone mixed in the dead branch, "Bang"

Shen Bujiao was taken aback, shouldn't she have smashed something that shouldn't have been smashed, she hurriedly ran over to check, it didn't matter if she didn't look at it, she was startled when she saw it.

His voice trembled, "This...... How can there be a coffin here......"

A square black wooden coffin was more than a dozen steps away from Shen Bujiao, and the dead branches behind it looked like several eerie ghost hands under the moonlight, which was very weird.

Shen Bujiao boldly took a few steps forward, wanting to see what was going on, the black wooden coffin suddenly trembled a few times, almost scared Shen Bujiao to death, she stopped, the black wooden coffin didn't move again, as soon as she left, the coffin moved.

Fortunately, she was not far from the coffin, and soon came to the coffin, the coffin board was closed tightly, Shen Bujiao was very curious about what was inside, and she didn't push it after pushing it with her hand a few times, and the spiritual power in her body was running, and the coffin board began to move slowly.

Revealing a crack, Shen Bujiao was very happy in his heart, Ah Wan stood in the distance and watched all this, pursed her lips and smiled.

Mu Yan swallowed his saliva and said tentatively, "She's going to be fine, right?"

Ah Wan glanced at Mu Yan who was hiding behind her, and rolled her eyes, "What can happen to people in the Great Dao Courtyard?"

But I don't know who scared whom, maybe, both of them were scared?

Shen Bujiao bent over, pushing the coffin board with one hand and the edge of the coffin with the other, suddenly, a cold and cold hand covered her hand, her movements were stagnant, and her heart missed a beat.

Reflexively wanted to retract her hand, but she didn't expect that she couldn't pull it out at all, cold sweat oozed from Shen Bujiao's forehead, and she desperately wanted to withdraw her hand, but the cold hand was like an iron chain, firmly locking her wrist, making her unable to advance or retreat.

Her right hand stopped pushing the coffin board, her right hand held the wrist of her left hand that was clamped, and used her spiritual power to pull it out, feeling very anxious.

Then Shen Bujiao saw a black head poking out of the black wooden coffin, slowly raised his head, the black hair was parted on both sides of his cheeks, and his eyes were facing each other, the woman in the coffin had a pale face, dark eyes, and stared directly at Shen Bujiao.

"Ah!!h!!h

"Ah!!h

Shen Bujiao's hands trembled, and she didn't grasp the edge of the coffin, and fell heavily on the ground with a "bang", grinning in pain.

Her screams had stopped, and the woman in the coffin was still on the sword

Shen Bujiao: "......" How is this a little wrong!

Ah Wan couldn't help laughing, walked over quickly, and smiled at the woman in the coffin: "Yue'er." ”

The woman who was called Yue'er heard Ah Wan's voice, stopped screaming, and said with tears in her eyes: "Sister Ah Wan." ”

Shen Bujiao looked at her in a daze, Ah Wan stretched out her hand to help her up, and said with a smile: "I forgot to introduce to you, this is Yue'er, and she is also the Taoist master of the Great Dao Courtyard." ”

"Dao...... Road...... Dao Master?" Shen Bujiao was shocked, her tongue was almost not straightened, she saw the woman's face clearly by the moonlight, the woman was eleven or twelve years old, it was more appropriate to call the girl.

She was dressed in white like snow, her long hair hung down, her eyes were full of autumn waves, and she looked very delicate.

However, she was standing in the black wooden coffin at this time, the moon was blocked by the drifting clouds, it could be said that the moon was dark and the wind was high at night, coupled with the whimpering and desolate sound of the flute, how did Shen Bujiao look at it and feel weird.