"There is something evil in that place, whoever lives will die!"

The mountain rain is misty, the temperature is cold, such words come from He Gou's mouth, it is quite touching, besides, there is a big sect like the Nanwu faction, where the strong gather, and there is still such a place?

"What's the matter, why is it evil?" Song Zheliu was aroused by curiosity, and couldn't help but ask, in fact, he and Meng Fan had exactly the same idea, and he also wanted to find a quiet place to live, and he didn't want to squeeze together with those disciples, what Meng Fan said just now simply reached his heart.

"In the past, if a disciple died, the body would be temporarily stored there, and then a suitable day would be chosen to be buried, not only Jinlian Peak, but also the other four peaks also had such a place, and later the head of Gongye specially opened up a place to store the corpse in the mountains to the west, and this place was idle, and then it was vacated for the disciple to live. ”

He Gou patted the raindrops that fell on his robe with his hand, and continued: "But for some reason, the disciples who live in it can't stay for a year, and without exception, they will die violently, for various reasons, and then no disciple dares to live in it." ”

Meng Fan smiled indifferently, if it was really such an evil sect, he didn't care.

Because he didn't live for a year at all, maybe a few days, maybe a month or two, he left the Nanwu faction.

"Haven't you investigated the reason?" Song Zheliu, who planned to make contributions to the Nanwu faction, wanted to ask for an understanding.

"Investigated. He Gou looked in one direction in the clouds and mist, and said, "The eighteen elders of Nanwu went out together, and the difference was for half a month, but nothing was found, and in the end it was blamed on the bad feng shui of that place, and the mountain qi of the Five Gods Peak was broken when it reached there, and if there was no luck, if people lived in it, it would naturally be full of calamities." ”

"Oh. Song Zheliu nodded a little clearly, "It should be like this, if it was an evil ghost, it would have been killed a long time ago, but Feng Shui luck should be able to be changed, don't you plan to change it?"

"I can't change it. He Gou shook his head and spread his hands and said, "If you change it, it will affect the luck of the Golden Lotus Peak, and the palm seat lives on it." ”

"I'll just choose there!"

Meng Fan didn't care about feng shui luck, he was purple in his own body, and he was a walking humanoid luck, where could it affect him?

"Brother Song, you can choose a place to live by yourself. Meng Fan said kindly to Song Zheliu.

If he leaves in the future, leaving Song Zheliu alone to live there, it would not be good if he really died violently.

"It doesn't matter. Song Zheliu, who had made up his mind to hug Meng Fan, smiled indifferently, "Cultivation itself is to compete with heaven and earth, if you retreat because of this little thing, you won't be able to make a big deal in the future, let alone ......."

Song Zheliu grinned mysteriously: "I won't live there for long." ”

Hearing this, He Gou glanced at Song Zheliu: "Do you want to stay in Nanwu Sect for a long time?"

"Definitely. Song Zheliu said with a smile, "Maybe in a year, I will enter the ...... The inner door is in, and it has been changed to a better place sooner, haha!"

"You kid is ambitious!" He Gou also laughed, "However, the inner gate is not so easy to enter, cultivate to get the Heaven Cutting Realm!"

He Gou immediately restrained his smile and said to Meng Fan and Song Zheliu, "Where are you really going to go?"

Meng Fan raised his hand and made a gesture of please: "Let's go!"

Song Zheliu also nodded: "That's it!"

Seeing that the two of them had the same opinion, He Gou couldn't say anything more, so he led the two forward, passed through the residential area of the outer disciples, and walked for a while before stopping, pointing ahead and saying, "It's here." ”

Song Zheliu stared in the direction He Gou pointed, and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's a little interesting!"

The Golden Lotus Peak is very steep in its own right, such as a huge finger straight into the clouds, the place that He Gou points to, is actually a cliff platform that extends from the mountain, under the shroud of clouds and mist, it seems to be suspended in the air, it is very dangerous, a small courtyard is built on that cliff platform, the yard is enclosed with mangosteen, the house is a wooden structure, in the infiltration of rainwater, the wood changes color, it looks like a layer of black paint, making the whole look a little gloomy.

"Look at it again. He Gou pointed to the top of the courtyard.

There is a huge mountain rock hanging from the mountain above the courtyard, like a giant axe, which will collapse and fall at any time, making the courtyard built on the cliff platform look precarious.

"There is a problem with feng shui at a glance!" Song Zheliu was shocked.

"It's too late to regret it now. He Gou smiled, and at the same time quietly observed Meng Fan's face, which was plain and bland, nothing unusual.

"The ancients had a head hanging from a beam to motivate themselves to be diligent. Song Zheliu said, "This terrain is like a giant axe hanging on its head, it is very wonderful, living in it can always remind yourself to cultivate diligently, it is a ...... Great place. ”

After that, Song Zheliu asked again: "What about the cultivation of those disciples who died violently?"

"Make-do. ”

"Maybe their death has nothing to do with the feng shui luck here, it's just that it just happens that their lives are not good, stay here!"

"Let's go in and have a look!"

He Gou led the two of them to the gloomy courtyard, and as soon as they entered the courtyard, a cold aura that penetrated into the bone marrow came to their faces, as if they had entered an ice cellar, and Song Zheliu suddenly understood why this place was used as a place to store corpses before, and corpses must have rotted slowly here.

He Gou opened the door of the house, and the cold atmosphere was much stronger, and the light was also dim.

The room was empty, there was no inside or outside, and there were no furnishings, only two wooden beds, which should have slept with the disciples who had died violently before, and the simple environment of the room made people have an unobstructed view.

Song Zheliu pressed it on a wooden bed, and it creaked.

Meng Fan had already seen through the inside and outside of the house, and the only thing he was interested in about this place was...... Bamboo forest!

On the steep mountain to the west of the cliff, there is a bamboo forest, the number is not small, he is trying to tie up some more paper people to make his own paper army, that bamboo forest is simply for him!

And this place is remote and quiet, inaccessible, even if he cuts down the bamboo forest, it is estimated that no one will find it in time.

Meng Fan was very satisfied with this.

He Gou saw that the two still had no opinions, and after chatting a few words about the precautions for the outer door, he left on his own.

After He Gou left, after a long while, four or five disciples came in groups, sent some bedding, towels, robes and other things, and then left in a hurry, without saying a word, and looked at Meng Fan and Song Zheliu with very strange eyes.

After the four or five disciples left the courtyard, they quietly said something.

"How about the bet of a hundred Xuan Tickets?"

"Two lives, two hundred tickets!"

"I bet the two of them will only live for three months. ”

"I'm five months. ”

"I'm ...... two months"

(End of chapter)