This answer was completely beyond the expectations of the two of them.

However, Yang Qiao's momentum is completely up at the moment, he is a strong bear and a bold man, and he usually has to watch the play when he lies, but at this moment, he said it in one breath, there is no disobedience, and it is called a peace of mind.

Of course he is not afraid, what he said is the truth, Lu Weijiu, the great master of Feng Shui in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, is indeed his master.

Of course, only you can understand the subtlety.

The highest level of lying is nine realities and one falsehood, Yang Qiao feels that he is not fighting alone at this moment, but possessed by countless predecessors in the past who have bragged and lied, and his soul is already burning with alcohol.

"Xiao Hei was given to me by Master, and it was born with a special sensitivity to supernatural things, but I haven't found anything special about it for a long time. However, a while ago, Master said that it would be useful to borrow Xiao Hei, so I borrowed him for a few days, and I think you should have seen my Master at that time. ”

Ma Xiaoling looked at Yang Qiao suspiciously, and was suspicious.

Originally, she thought that Yang Qiao and Master Lu were the same person, but now looking at the tone of Yang Qiao's speech, it didn't look like lying at all, his eyes didn't dodge, and his emotions were normal, and even the subtle body language showed that he was telling the truth.

But......

Is that deer master really so powerful?

Although Ma Xiaoling already thinks highly of that deer master, but thinking of Yang Qiao's performance in dreaming and summoning spirits on the night of Chaodu Rhubarb Earth Spirit, he feels that Master Deer should not be more powerful than Yang Qiao, but now Yang Qiao said that Master Deer is his master.

Am I really wrong?

She was suspicious in her heart, and now she couldn't see the flaws in Yang Qiao's words, so she decided to continue asking, if it was a lie made up by Yang Qiao, it would always be exposed.

But before she could speak, Yoko Ueshiba couldn't help but say excitedly: "Yang Jun, where is that deer master now? Can you take me to find him?"

"Well...... this" Yang Qiaoqiang held his eyes and didn't dodge: "Last time, after the master returned Xiao Hei to me, he said that he wanted to find a place to retreat, and the master said that there was something wrong with his visit to the ancient tomb this time, as if he was cursed by the secret method, and he needed to find a place to resolve it." ”

"Really?!"

At this moment, Ma Xiaoling was not calm, she asked a little gaffe, "Master Lu really said that?"

"Xiaoling?" Yoko Ueshiba on the side was half puzzled, and looked at her with a little dissatisfaction, because her interjection interrupted herself from asking Yang Jun about Master Lu's whereabouts.

Ma Xiaoling smiled slightly bitterly, and under the gaze of Yoko Ueshiba, under Yang Qiao's wide eyes, he gently unbuttoned his clothes.

Just when Yang Qiao blushed and had a thick neck and wanted to avoid the sight, Ma Xiaoling gently pulled open the collar, revealing his collarbone.

On the fair skin, there is a butterfly-like black mark.

Yang Qiao was stunned.

Yoko Ueshiba covered her mouth in surprise.

Anyone can see that this is not a tattoo, but a curse charm full of evil spirits.

"Xiaoling, you are ......"

"The last time I visited the ancient tomb, I also participated, and I met Master Deer at that time, and my curse was discovered after I came out of the ancient tomb. ”

The corners of Ma Xiaoling's mouth were slightly bitter, and he gently buttoned his collar.

That's why she's been wearing high-necked clothes lately, all to cover up the cursed mark.

"This spell mark has expanded a lot during this time, and I am afraid that it will not be able to cover it after a while. ”

The scene was silent.

Yoko Ueshiba was surprised, while Yang Qiao shouted in his heart: Ma Xiaoling was also cursed, did all the people who entered the ancient tomb that time be cursed? What is going on with this secret technique? Isn't there even a way for the people of the Sword Sect to lift it?!

Countless thoughts collided in his mind, and he was speechless for a while.

After a long time, Yoko Ueshiba ate and said, "Xiaoling, this ...... What exactly?"

"A curse, a curse of mysticism, if not lifted, you may die in the end. Ma Xiaoling's smile was even more bitter.

She was still a little skeptical of what Yang Qiao said, but at this point, she had completely forgotten her original intention, and only worries remained.

In fact, she didn't hope that the mysterious deer master would lift the curse, so that she might still have a chance of life.

Yang Qiao's face became serious: "Xiao Ling, I heard from the master that the tomb visit was Zhang Dingbian's tomb, he is the predecessor of your Sword Sect, right?"

"Not bad. ”

"Then your Sword Sect, isn't there a corresponding way to lift the curse?" When he said this, Yang Qiao was full of hope, because he himself was also a victim of the curse.

"Yang Qiao, you don't know. Ma Xiaoling shook his head helplessly: "Our Sword Sect has had a big accident, and many classics in the sect have been lost. Originally, if the secret manuscript left by Patriarch Zhang Dingbian was retrieved in the ancient tomb this time, he might be able to find a way to crack it, but ...... The manuscript was too old, and eventually it all decayed and crumbled. ”

That's why Lin Xi will mobilize all his strength to find the cultural relics restoration experts in the Forbidden City to restore it, but this kind of restoration is protracted, and it is difficult to say whether it can survive the curse until that day.

Judging by the speed at which the curse's runes expanded, it probably wouldn't last until then.

Yang Qiao was speechless for a while.

He originally wanted to ask Ma Xiaoling about the way to break the curse, but now that Ma Xiaoling said this, she was worse than himself.

And it is speculated that Lin Xi should have also been recruited, as for the other sects, as well as Jingxu Daoist and Gu Qingmei, whether they have been cursed, this Yang Qiao is inconvenient to ask Ma Xiaoling directly, so he can only hold back.

"Yang Qiao, does your master, Master Lu, have a way to break the curse?" Ma Xiaoling asked Yang Qiao rhetorically at this time.

Yoko Ueshiba also said anxiously on the side: "Yang Jun, can you contact your master?"

"This ...... I'm afraid not. Yang Qiao shook his head helplessly: "Master, his old man has always seen the beginning and the end of the dragon, and this time he said that he wanted to retreat, but I couldn't contact him." ”

When he said this, Yang Qiao looked in one direction with a little weakness.

On the edge of the river beach, I don't know when there was a young man wearing a snow-white costume standing with his hands in his hands, his clothes swaying lightly with the river breeze, as if he wanted to ride the wind.

It was his teacher Lu Weijiu.

It should be right to say that Master Shenlong sees the head and not the tail, right? Master shouldn't be angry, right?

Yang Qiao's words shattered the little hope left in Ma Xiaoling's heart, and her whole person dimmed.

Yoko Ueshiba, who was beside her, was also deflated, sitting in her seat weakly, pursing her lips and clenching her fists, looking a little overwhelmed.

Now, the clue to the family relics has fallen on the deer master, but he is in retreat, and no one can find the deer master.

This result made Yoko Ueshiba extremely frustrated.

Everyone was silent for a long time, and Ma Xiaoling stood up and said, "I'm very tired today, let's go home." ”

"Wait, little spirit. Yang Qiao couldn't help but speak.

"How?"

"What exactly is that curse, why is it cursed?"

"What's going on...... It's a long story......" Ma Xiaoling's face changed, sat down again, and let out a long sigh.

……

More than 600 years ago.

In 1417 AD, the fifteenth year of Emperor Zhu Di of Yongle Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

A generation of feng shui masters, the first fierce general at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, at this time his life is coming to an end.

According to history, after Chen Youliang died in battle, Zhang Dingbian was dressed in a hundred arrows, risked his death in the dark night to drive a small boat to carry Chen Li, the son of Youliang, to Wuchang, and established Li as the emperor. Zhu Yuanzhang led a large army to besiege Wuchang City, and in two months, Chen Li surrendered the city. Dingbian led a military horse, risked death to break through the siege, guerrilla between Jingxiang, and the cadres were tired of obeying each other, and their fighting spirit was declining.

Dingbian knew that the general trend had gone, and Qingtian was powerless, so he persuaded everyone to disarm and return to the field, and stand by to make a comeback. Dingbian changed his name and surname, took his children and daughters, mixed the rivers and lakes, went into exile, and finally returned to his hometown, and ended up with a life of more than 90.

It is recorded in historical materials that Zhang Dingbian died in his hometown, but the actual situation is the opposite, Zhang Dingbian worked hard to restore the Chen Han regime until the last moment of his life. But it's a pity that the last opponent he met was Ming Chengzu Zhu Di.

Zhu Di is really powerful, he can snatch the world from his nephew Zhu Yunwen, and send Zheng He to the West seven times to attack Meng Yuan in the north, this person's talent is probably not under Zhu Yuanzhang.

When encountering such a male, even Zhang Dingbian felt powerless.

Several attempts were spied on by Zhu Di's pervasive factory guards and brocade guards, but they all fell short in the end. Not only that, as Zhang Dingbian's biggest and most staunch support, the disciples in the Sword Sect and the righteous soldiers who fought against the Ming army with him have also suffered heavy casualties over the years, and there is not one in ten.

In the last moments of his life, Zhang Dingbian leaned on a bamboo-made leisure chair as he had been many years ago, looking at the sparkling Yangtze River.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

At this moment, this once the world's number one fierce general, it is difficult to hide the sadness in his eyes, his forehead has been crawling with wrinkles left by the vicissitudes of time, and his hair has long been gray, looking into the distance at this moment, he thinks a lot.

I thought of my former brother-in-law, Chen Youliang, Emperor of Chen Han, thought of the bloody battle of Poyang Lake that decided the fate of the world, and also thought of the enemy in this life, Liu Bowen.

These people are now turned to dust, and only they are left.

Zhang Dingbian looked around, and the people who accompanied him were sparse, except for the people of the Sword Sect who had already withered, there were only a few righteous soldiers, all of whom were the descendants of the soldiers who escaped from Wuchang City with him back then.

Unconsciously, the people who followed him back then fell one by one and replaced their son, and then the son also fell and was replaced by a grandson......

Are you really going against the odds?

At this moment, Zhang Dingbian's heart was full of confusion.

Ten years, twenty years, and thirty years have passed, and he still keeps in mind his beliefs and works hard to restore the Chen Han regime of his righteous brother, and the Ming Dynasty has ushered in a third emperor......

People are determined, who still remembers the lord of Chen Han, Chen Youliang who swallowed the world back then?

The sky at dusk shows a spectacle of burning clouds, colorful and magnificent. The entire surface of the river is infected by the setting sun, and it also presents a rose red, which is majestic.

Zhang Dingbian felt that the vitality in his body was constantly passing, and he deduced that his limit was approaching, and his life's work, the anti-Ming and Han Dynasty, was about to come to an end.

All the comrades-in-arms who accompanied him knelt on one knee in front of this unparalleled general in the world in the past, watching his face wither a little bit, his vitality left, and tears came out of his eyes.

Just when Zhang Dingbian wanted to issue the final order, order all the soldiers to disperse, go incognito from now on, and integrate into the Ming Dynasty to live a new life, he suddenly felt that the sky was dark.

When I opened my eyes again, I didn't know when there was another person in front of me.

This person came against the sunset, with a beautiful glow behind him, and a thousand rui qi, like an immortal who walked down from the sky.

Zhang Dingbian, who was already in high spirits, widened his eyes and his pupils shrank.

At this moment, from his already withered body, an inexplicable force burst out, causing the dying old man to tremble and stand up.

"You...... Not dead?"

"Brother Dingbian, don't come unharmed. ”

The visitor smiled slightly, warm as jade.