"Hehe, little sword brother, this time I can only trouble you again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Before going out, Zhanbai took off the iron sword at his waist, put it on the bed, and pointed at the sword body as he spoke.

"Donghua Jiuxiao only Sword Sect, sword clone, condensation."

The sword flashed, and I saw that the iron sword had already turned into a white appearance, if you don't look carefully, I'm afraid it will be difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Sleep for me." After Zhan Bai finished speaking, he covered "himself" with a quilt, and then tiptoed away, and as soon as he stepped out of the door, he turned into a virtual shadow that was difficult to see with the naked eye and disappeared into the courtyard.

The sky has darkened, but today's night is exceptionally clear, the bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are dotted, which coats the earth with a layer of milky white halo, which does not affect its vision at all.

At this time, the medicine slaves who had been busy all day had already returned to their respective residences, and as for the disciples of the Medicine Spirit Valley, they had gone back to cultivation or alchemy early.

You must know that the night is extremely important for the disciples of the Medicine Spirit Valley, this is the quietest time of the day, and the most fearful thing about alchemy is the noisy environment, if you are slightly distracted, it is possible to refine a furnace of pills, and even blow up the furnace in serious cases.

It is precisely because of this that the entire Medicine Spirit Valley is quiet, indescribably quiet.

Walking on the cobweb-like ridges, breathing in the clear air, especially the compelling aura, makes people feel very uplifted. In particular, the vitality in the medicine fields is even more refreshing, and it has the effect of clearing the heart and awakening the mind.

Zhan Bai hadn't had this feeling of relaxation for a long time, and he didn't know the direction, he just relied on what he thought in his heart, and walked forward, and before he knew it, he was already far away from Nie Ningshuang's courtyard, and he didn't know where he was.

Suddenly, a wave of humid air rushed to his face, carrying the coldness of the night, making the hairs on Zhanbai's whole body stand on end.

"Hey, there's water?" Zhan Bai was shocked in his heart, the wind was under his feet, and he shrank into inches, and after a while, a small lake had appeared in his eyes.

The lake is not large, you can see the end at a glance, and there are reeds growing on the surface of the lake, so it can be seen that the lake is not deep, and even a few stranded mudflats can be faintly seen.

Looking at the lake, Zhan Bai was a little suspicious.

Although he had only just entered the Medicine Spirit Valley, he also found that the utilization rate of the Medicine Spirit Valley was extremely high, and there was hardly a piece of idle land that was either built into a house or reclaimed into a medicine field.

But this lake water is a little weird.

There is no scenery in the scenery, and there is no spiritual grass planted in the lake, and as for those reeds, it can be seen at a glance that there is no use except for weaving straw mats.

No matter how you look at it, it feels weird, as if it shouldn't have existed.

But it really exists.

"Is there any secret in this lake?" Zhan Bai thought so, and his eyes shifted, intending to find something unusual from this small lake, but there was really nothing except water, reeds, and people...... Person!

Zhan Bai's eyes narrowed slightly.

A hundred feet away from his left, there was a figure, leaning over, sitting on the beach, holding a fishing rod, actually fishing.

Fishing in the dark, this is somewhat intriguing.

The so-called abnormal things must be demons.

Either the fish in the lake are special, or the angler......

Thinking of this, Zhanbai's face immediately bloomed with an innocent smile, kicking his legs and jumping towards the angler.

When he got closer, Zhanbai found that the angler was a white-haired old man, dressed in an extremely simple linen robe, sitting on the ground like an old peasant, holding a fishing rod in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, and he would take a sip from time to time, and there was a fish basket beside him, but unfortunately, it was empty.

"Grandpa, are you fishing?" Waiting for Zhanbai to stand behind the old man, the other party didn't seem to notice, and as a last resort, Zhanbai could only take the initiative to speak.

"Fishing? Why? The old man didn't look at Zhan Bai, and muttered to himself, but it made Zhan Bai's forehead wrinkle slightly.

Listening to the old man's words, isn't he fishing?

Indeed, how can anyone go out fishing at night.

But if it's not fishing, what is it?

A flash of inspiration suddenly exploded in Zhanbai's mind, and he blurted out unconsciously, "Could it be that Jiang Taigong is fishing?" ”

"Last night, the old man felt something, so he divined a hexagram for himself, saying that the old man will have a distinguished guest today." The old man finally turned his head and glanced at Zhanbai, but he was not surprised at all by Zhanbai's age.

"Oh, it seems that the old man was waiting for me on purpose." Zhan Bai smiled meaningfully.

"It's clear that the agency is exhausted, but he just gave birth to the appearance of a deputy boy. It seems that there will be great chaos in this world. The old man's inexplicable emotion made Zhanbai's expression condense, and secretly, his fat hands were even more poked into a sword.

"Something is over, and I hide my body and name. Kid is not talented, the reason why this medicine spirit valley is here today is probably the handiwork of Mr. Zhan Bai sneered.

"First the old man, then the gentleman, why is that? Will you be afraid that you will be called an old horseman again? The old man also glanced at Zhan Bai meaningfully, those seemingly cloudy eyes, but they seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, so that Zhan Bai didn't dare to look at him, so he hurriedly didn't overdo it.

This old man is not simple.

Zhan Bai secretly thought in his heart, not to mention the cultivation that even he couldn't see through, just these few words hid endless wisdom and ...... Beholder.

"How did you see through me?" Zhan Bai only felt a little irritable in his heart, and rarely lost his coolness.

"No, no. The old man doesn't have such great ability, and the reason why he can see through you is not because of his eyes, but because of this. The old man touched his heart.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost." Zhan Bai snorted coldly, "Who are you?" What do you want to do? ”

"The old man is just a duckweed in the lake, so there is a relationship between you and me, since this is the case, the name is just that." The old man shook his head, "As for what you want to do?" ”

The old man glanced at Zhanbai deeply, "Entrusted by people, loyal to people." ”

As he spoke, the old man trembled and took out a tattered bamboo slip from his arms and threw it at Zhanbai's feet.

Zhan Bai became more and more curious in his heart, picked up the bamboo slip under his feet, and slowly opened it.

"Ghost Valley Book !!" Zhan Bai exclaimed, and when he looked up and wanted to ask the old man, he was shocked to find that there was nothing in front of him, and there were still human figures, as if everything that happened just now was just a dream of Nan Ke.

But how can you explain the bamboo slips in your hand?

What is "Ghost Valley Book", Zhanbai has never heard of it, but he knows the word "Ghost Valley", in his previous life, whether it is history or wild history, he can always hear this name more or less.

"When the ghost valley comes out, the world changes."

Whenever there are troubled times, there will always be the descendants of Guigu, Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, Pang Juan, etc., all of whom are immortal talents who know astronomy and geography.

It can be said that the art of vertical and horizontal was created by the Guigu lineage.

Although these are all historical records of previous lives, since there are also Bodhi, Daji and Sun Wukong here, how can they dare to say that this ghost valley has no connection with the ghost valley in the previous life?

Isn't the "Ghost Valley Book" recording the art of vertical and horizontal?

Thinking of a possibility, Zhanbai's heart couldn't help but feel hot.

Since he met Bodhi, he quickly realized his own shortcomings, cultivation is still secondary, and the more important thing is the means of layout.

Although Zhanbai was known as resourceful and repeatedly won victories with conspiracy, in the eyes of "everyone", these were just small cleverness. Compared with the real layout, there is still a big gap.

If this ghost valley book is really a vertical and horizontal technique, then it is ...... for yourself Isn't it a charcoal in the snow?

The excitement lasted only a moment, and Zhanbai's forehead tightened.

Who was that old man just now? Why did he send himself "Ghost Valley Book"? Also, when he said that he was entrusted by someone, by whom? Bodhi or someone else?

One question after another lingered in his heart, like a mountain, pressing on Zhanbai's chest, making him feel suffocated.

"It seems that I still can't escape the fate of the chess pieces." Finally, the doubts turned into a long sigh.

"Hehe, no matter who it is, since you want me to be a pawn, you must be prepared to be counterattacked."