Yuan Ming returned to his stone house, and some things necessary for cultivation were already placed on the table. And a letter.

Looks like my uncle has been here.

Yuan Ming had a warm current in his heart, although he had never seen his parents since he was a child, and he had always been brought up by his uncle, but his uncle had never been stingy with him, and he treated him like a son.

It's just that since he found out about his problem, he didn't dare to get close to his uncle casually.

Yuan Ming was a little stunned, packed up his mood, and began to condense the sea of qi, the sea of qi through the underworld, and the sea of heaven and earth, and inclusive of all things. To what extent it can be accommodated still depends on his own creation.

He had seen a coffin envoy summon hundreds of black coffins at one time, and the scene was indescribable, hundreds of black coffins roared out of the air, and he didn't know when he could do it.

Yuan Ming could feel the majestic power of the sea of qi behind him constantly running, and the nine-colored full moon was invariably reflected into the sea of Qi of Yuan Ming, and the power of the nine colors was running, and the sea of qi appeared more condensed.

This time, the energy of the sea of qi didn't seem to be as strong as the last time, just running gently, not like last time, running wildly, causing the surrounding space to tear apart.

That kind of scene, Yuan Ming himself felt very terrible when he thought about it.

The coffin prison was day and night, and Yuan Ming failed to bring Ling Xiao's coffin back, so naturally he couldn't recover his life, so he simply cultivated frantically to improve his strength.

"Knock knock—"

A soft knock on the door woke Yuan Ming.

It's strange, my uncle never knocks on the door, and the others don't seem to be so polite.

Yuan Ming walked outside the stone gate, and there was a person standing outside the door, wearing a black robe, with a flower pattern embroidered on his shoulder.

"See the Priest in Black. ”

Yuan Ming was infected and bowed his head and bowed, panicking in his heart, how could the black-clothed priest come here?

Not to mention the black-clothed priests, they are the most ordinary red-clothed priests, if there is nothing to do, I am afraid that they will not make a special trip here.

Not to mention the black-clothed priest who usually sees the head and tail of the dragon, it is simply an existence that lives in a legend.

"Won't you invite me in and sit down?"

The black-clothed priest opened his mouth first, and his voice was a little cold.

"Black-clothed priest, please. ”

Yuan Ming hurriedly invited the black-clothed priest into the room, and the black-clothed priest, who was usually difficult to meet, took the initiative to ask to enter his room, and no one would believe it.

"How was your stay here?"

The black-clothed priest looked left and right after entering the door, and the room was simple, except for a slight glance at the letter on the table.

"This was written by Motoha, right?"

"Yes, but I haven't had time to see it yet. Yuan Ming scratched his head, why did he forget about it.

"He should have told you that he was leaving, and if I had known earlier that you were the son of Sister Xuan, I would definitely not have let him go. The black-clothed priest spoke with a hint of regret.

"Adults know my mother?"

Yuan Ming was really a little shocked, how could it be that everyone seemed to know his mother, but he had never heard anyone mention it.

"Acquaintance, old acquaintance, your mother, good, very good. ”

Yuan Ming could feel that the black-clothed priest was praising from the bottom of his heart.

"Would you like to see somewhere else?" the black-clad priest asked suddenly.

"Elsewhere?" Yuan Ming didn't react for a while, he has lived here since he was a child, except for the last time he went to Shennian Prison to carry the coffin out once, he has never been to other places, although he said that he wanted to go to other places to see if he was stronger in the future, but now, he doesn't seem to have any ideas.

"Yes, there are some places outside the Nine Prisons that have a complete Heaven and Earth Source Law, and there are many different landscapes. The black-clad priest said.

"You give the order, and I'll go. Yuan Ming said.

"Little slippery head. The black-clothed priest smiled, and Yuan Ming couldn't tell if he was really angry, or if he just said it casually, and he didn't dare to speak with his head down.

"Let's see, there are some things that you must know, and there are some things that you must do. ”

"I'll pick you up in a few days. ”

After saying this, the black-clothed priest went out, "If you need anything, you can let it go." ”

Yuan Ming looked at the place where the black-clothed priest had done in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Knock knock—"

There was another knock on the door, could it be that the black-clad priest had returned?

Yuan Ming opened the door, and Feng Xiuzhu pounced directly on Yuan Ming's body, as if he had been kicked in by someone, and then looked at his face, which was red and swollen, and he was beaten at a glance.

"Who beat you like this, Uncle Wind. Yuan Ming asked with concern, combined with the fact that the black-clothed priest had just gone out, he wouldn't have bumped into the black-clothed priest, it would be too unlucky.

"No one, my uncle fell on his own. Feng Xiuzhu raised his long hair and said handsomely.

"Okay. Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"How's it going, how does it feel to go out?"

"It's good. Yuan Ming was a little absent-minded.

"What's the matter, what do you have to tell your uncle, as long as your uncle speaks, even the purple-clothed priest has to give me some face. Feng Xiuzhu said very domineeringly.

"Then, what if it's a black-clothed priest?" asked Yuan Ming tentatively.

"That, Yuan Ming, a manly man, you have to be able to bend and stretch, this. Feng Xiuzhu tilted his head and didn't look at Yuan Ming.

"Uncle Feng, I may have to go somewhere else in a few days. ”

"It's nothing more than going to carry the coffin, just go, tell me if you encounter something, and I'll settle it for you in minutes." ”

"No, I probably won't be able to come back anytime soon. Yuan Ming said.

"I can't come back. Feng Xiuzhu seemed to have thought of something. The expression was a little stiff.

"Hmm. ”

"It's okay, if you have something, you can find Uncle Feng, Uncle Feng still has something, so I'll leave first. ”

Feng Xiuzhu left after speaking.

Yuan Ming felt a little inexplicable.

But he didn't have time to think about anything else, and if he went to other places, there would be a lot of things to prepare.

He is now a third-level coffin envoy and can have his own black coffin.

So he had to choose a coffin of his own first.

But first, I'll have to read my uncle's letter. Sure enough, it was a farewell letter, and my uncle didn't say where I went, and I didn't know when I would come back, but I just left some things to Yuan Ming.

Uncle is still gone, he didn't pay much attention to it when he came back, but now that he thinks about it, he thinks that more than half of them are not in the coffin.

Yuan Ming walked out of the stone house, above the canopy, September was in the sky, and the essence of the moon was sprinkled all over this black earth.

Occasionally, I can see someone in the coffin, and Xing Yuan Ming is very envious in his heart.

But when I thought that I would soon have a black coffin of my own, I felt a lot better.