After returning to the stone house, Luan Tian found that Huihui had not returned, he was sitting cross-legged on his bed, quietly absorbing the thin Qi power. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

After the time of the two pillars of incense, a familiar singing voice came from outside:

"I'm a moldy man, don't let me stop scaring Lai~~"

As the song approached, Hui Hui pushed the door in. He seemed to feel the Qi absorbed by Luan Tian, was slightly stunned, and stared at Luan Tian for a while.

Seeing that Luan Tian didn't react, he scratched his head, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to tinker with his pile of parts again.

"Who is Zhang Gou?"

Luan Tian asked calmly.

"It's the personal disciple of the second uncle. This kid is not as handsome as me, but it is said that many female disciples are committed to him. In my opinion, there must have been some kind of improper means. What, you provoked him? Or did he provoke you? If he bullies you, remember, report my name..."

Hui Hui didn't look up, fiddled with the parts in his hand, and opened the conversation.

"I'll just ask."

Luan Tian knew that it was better to know less about such a thing, even if he told Huihui, it would be harmful to him. Therefore, he did not say a word about tonight's events.

"Zhang Gou, although he is not as handsome as me, his qualifications are not bad, only a little worse than me. Your qualifications are also good, if your dantian is not broken..."

Huihui was halfway through his words, and he probably realized that he had lost his words, so he swallowed the second half of the sentence back and looked at Luan Tian apologetically.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

"It doesn't matter."

Luan Tian smiled at Huihui.

Seeing Luan Tian smiling, Huihui scratched his head, and a simple smile appeared on his face. Then, he raised his eyebrows at Luan Tian, and said with a mysterious and obscene expression:

"Senior Brother Yi, let me tell you a secret, I have discovered an ancient secret realm, and there must be many treasures in it. When the time is right, I'll take you on a treasure hunt! ”

Luan Tian is now completely lost, and he is not much interested in the so-called secret realm, but Huihui's words behind him made his heart shocked.

"Senior Brother Yi, what is the power you just controlled? In that secret realm, this mysterious power has always been emanated, not aura, but it is very similar to aura. You may have a fate in that secret realm! ”

"I call it Qi Li, but the secret realm you are talking about is on the top of the snow-capped mountains?"

"Under the snowy mountains, why, did you find out too?"

Huihui's eyes widened, looking at Luan Tian. He was surprised that Luan Tian also knew that there was such a secret realm.

Luan Tian smiled and shook his head slightly, no longer speaking. In fact, he didn't know that he only had some speculations based on the power of the mountaintop.

However, the secret realm that Hui Hui said made him feel a glimmer of hope. Now it seems that the Qi power he felt on the top of the snow-capped mountain must have escaped from this secret realm. This shows that the Qi power in the secret realm will definitely be more abundant, and if there is enough Qi power, maybe there will be a turn for the better in his cultivation path.

He couldn't analyze what the future would be, but he had a vague premonition, and as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he felt that it was worth trying.

For the next few days, Luan Tian went to the top of the snow-capped mountain to meditate every day. All kinds of rumors about him have also begun to boil in the Wushuang Sect, and the title of the first waste has reached the level that everyone knows about it.

There are also countless disciples who have passed on some scandals about Luan Tian, such as having an affair with a certain female disciple, having a habit of peeping around in the middle of the night, and so on.

The speaker often cited a series of human and material evidence, and the head of the statement was Tao, which was impassioned, as if he was in the same sect as Luan Tian, which humiliated them.

It is not difficult for Luan Tian to speculate that this is the work of Zhang Gou, the female disciples surnamed Yu and others behind the scenes, and he neither admits nor denies these rumors, let alone justifies them, and looks insignificant.

With the non-statement of the parties, the number of people behind the discussion has decreased, and some people feel that they are acquiescing and confirming the matter. Some people feel bored and use it as unfounded talk.

But no matter what, Luan Tian's title as the first waste of the Wushuang Sect can't be taken off, because he hasn't cultivated at all, because his dantian is still shattered, and he can't save a trace of aura as always.

Before I knew it, half a year had passed.

Half a year, a lot will happen. In the eyes of some, it's just a snap of a finger; In the eyes of others, it is like a lifetime.

In the past six months, some people have lived, some have died, some have been drunk and lying, and some have woken up from dreams. Although born in troubled times, everyone will have an eternal dream in their hearts, which may be the past that is entangled in their hearts, or the feelings that they can't let go, or maybe a smile that can't be shaken.

Dreams exist not only in everyone's mind, but also in their imagination. It will, every night, come as scheduled, mortals will dream, and Luan Tian will do the same.

In the past six months, he often walked into a lake in his dreams, which was very strange, surrounded by snow, covered with ice and snow, but the lake was blazing and blazing. There are some twisted, hideous, unreadable faces, jumping and roaring in the lake, as if there is, beckoning.

Luan Tian was at the lake in his dream and saw countless drums, which were placed on top of the stone frame to form a circle and enclose the lake in the middle. Each drum is engraved with brute lines, simple and vicissitudes, déjà vu, he feels that these drums are both familiar and unfamiliar, but he can't remember when and where he has seen such drums.

He didn't know who had placed the drums here, let alone what they were used for, but he touched and struck them with his hands, but he couldn't beat them.

He was shuttling between the drums, and suddenly he stumbled and fell into the lake, and he felt the fire in the lake cold, yes, the fire, the cold, and then he woke up from his dream.

In the past six months, Huihui invited Luan Tian to go to Wushuang City to see the world several times, but Luan Tian has been refusing since then. Later, because he was haunted by this dream, he followed Huihui to Wushuang City one night.

I don't know when it was built, but it has obviously been in existence for a long time, and the huge stones that make up the walls are a little mottled, but they are still unusually strong.

The whole city is magnificent, ancient vicissitudes, and there are some generals. The city covers a vast area, and the prosperity of the city is much more lively than that of Luoyun Town.

It turned out that Huihui went to the largest theater in Wushuang City every night to watch a kind of dance. This theater is called "Wushuang Building", and after the dance begins, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, on the stage in the middle, a group of people wearing various hideous masks are bouncing in extremely strange postures.

Luan Tian couldn't figure out why Hui Hui was so obsessed with this kind of dance, he felt that these dances were extremely absurd and weird. He glanced at Hui Hui a few times with his peripheral vision, and found that he was not watching the play at all, and his eyes kept aiming at a box upstairs.

He looked at him and suddenly realized that everything was due to deep love. At this time, when Luan Tian once again concentrated his mind to watch this dance, he suddenly noticed a trace of something familiar to him.

Some people who can't figure it out become more reasonable at this time, but in fact, they don't need any reason at all, just like loving someone, they don't need a reason, just like hating someone. When watchfulness becomes perseverance, this, for him, becomes a responsibility.

A responsible person is trustworthy,

A responsible person is worthy of deep friendship.