"It's snowy." The old woman pushed open the door next to Nie Fan again.

Yang Xuening did not hesitate at all and walked in directly.

"You rest here, the sacrifice begins, and I'll take you there." The old woman smiled and glanced at Yang Xuening, who entered the door, and then turned her head to look at Nie Fan and said.

Nie Fan did not hesitate to use his divine sense to explore Yang Xuening's room again, looked at the back of the old woman, and also walked in.

Closing the door, Nie Fan naturally looked at the ink paintings around him.

Nie Fan's cultivation of the Seven Evil Sword Techniques is to kill, strong and domineering, but the swordsmanship in these dozen or so landscape paintings is full of 'soft' surnames, lingering like rain and delicate like water.

If it was an ordinary swordsmanship, Nie Fan naturally glanced at it and didn't take it to heart, but since he saw it for the first time, his heart shook, and now he was sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, his eyes closed, and the black figure in his mind kept flashing.

In Yang Xuening's room, there are also landscape paintings hanging all around, and a woman in white is dancing a sword in the snow, with a fairy posture fluttering, graceful and moving.

Yang Xuening looked at it as intently, her pretty face was calm, and there were countless white figures flashing in her clear eyes.

The old woman went downstairs, looked upstairs, smiled on her face, and walked inside on crutches.

Walking to the wooden bed inside, the old woman pulled out a large tin box from under the bed with great difficulty. The tin box was covered with dust, and the locks around it were rusty.

"Old thing, you've been calculating all your life, but this time you miscalculated." The old woman sat on the bed with a sad smile on her face.

As she spoke, she reached out to wipe the dust off the tin box, and it didn't take long for a huge white lotus flower to appear.

The old woman took out a long key from her body, opened the iron box, looked at the old things inside, and reached out to take out a black iron-like token engraved with the word 'lotus'.

"Grandma." The old woman was about to close the tin box when the sound of Li Xiaodie's footsteps and shouting could be heard on the wooden ladder.

The old woman didn't answer, but closed the lid of the tin box and pushed it in with great difficulty.

"Grandma, big brother, are they resting?" Li Xiaodie rushed in like a whirlwind, and a small red snake was wrapped around her white and tender arm.

"Rested." The old woman turned around, leaned on crutches again, looked at her, and said, "Don't disturb them before the sacrifice, by the way, go to your ninth grandfather's house and borrow the altar and old cellar." ”

Li Xiaodie's eyes widened instantly, and her little face stared at the old woman incredulously: "Grandma, borrow the old cellar?" ”

Li Xiaodie couldn't help but be surprised, this old cellar was refined by her ninth grandfather with all kinds of spiritual herbs and spiritual things, buried in the cold ice underground for a hundred years, a total of ten altars, can cure a hundred poisons, cure a hundred diseases, that is the treasure of the whole village, she has drunk a small cup when she is so big. In the past, she was allowed to steal and rob openly, coquettishly, and the ninth grandfather was a dime, but now there are only three altars left, and her grandmother is now opening her mouth is one altar! She also knew clearly that as long as her grandmother spoke, the ninth grandfather would have to give an altar no matter how reluctant she was.

"Well," the old woman walked outside on crutches, ignoring her surprise, and said, "Go to your sixth aunt again, borrow two Nine Spirit Pills, and borrow two bottles of Eight Gong's Ten Scene Liquid." ”

Li Xiaodie's eyes couldn't help but widen, and her small mouth opened into a '0' shape, these are all treasures of their village, they are usually hidden and tucked, no matter how big it is, they are reluctant to take it out, but today they took out so much at once.

"I'll go when I tell you to." The old woman knocked on Fluttershy's head with one hand, missing her and walking out.

Li Xiaodie hugged her forehead, her little face became more and more weird, she looked up at it, and muttered in a low voice, "Grandma, what's wrong?" ”

"Don't think that I can't hear you when I'm old, I won't come back tonight, you can find something to eat yourself." The old woman didn't turn around and walked straight outside.

Li Xiaodie's eyes blinked, she felt that something was wrong with Grandma today, but she couldn't say anything.

Upstairs, Nie Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, his face resolute, his expression calm, and his body was motionless. I don't know when, the Black Rock Sword came out of his body, dancing silently around him. Sometimes it's like a drizzle, dense, and it's constantly entangled, and sometimes it's like a wave of water, gentle and slow, endless.

Next to him, Yang Xuening's room was full of frost and white. She sat quietly, her eyes open, and the shadow of the sword in her eyes continued. The white-clothed man is neat and swordsmanship, sharp and decisive.

Both of them were immersed in this feeling, and they were no longer aware of the outside of their bodies.

Just when Nie Fan and the others were meditating quietly and deducing the swordsmanship in the landscape painting, an old man with white hair, a dignified face, and cold and majestic eyes walked away in the sky above the mountains outside.

The heavy mountain fled quickly at his feet, his eyes as if there was a landslide and the ground cracked, deep and indifferent, looking at a looming mountain in the distance.

"It's okay, I'll have to go anyway." Even if Zhoushan talks to himself, it is still full of domineering and unquestionable firmness.

Zhoushan's voice fell, but the figure didn't know how many mountains he had crossed, and walked straight to the high mountain.

Not long after he left, a lewd little old man quietly appeared where he was standing, looking at Zhoushan's back, his eyes shining with a faint green light.

"The thief must touch the big one this time!" The thief king's face was obscene, his expression was excited, he touched the saliva at the corner of his mouth, and silently disappeared in place, hanging behind Zhoushan.

In the stockade, one of the largest wooden houses. There were six or seven old men sitting around them, each of them very old and gray-haired, but each of them was in good spirits, not in the least like an old man.

"Grandma, is it really going to be so grand this time?" One of the old men looked hesitantly at the old woman sitting in the front and middle.

Several other people looked puzzled, and some people also asked, "Grandma, is something wrong?" ”

These people are nearly 100 years old, they all live in this village, and they know each other very well. From the old woman's words, they vaguely sensed something.

The old woman nodded and looked at the few people, "We may be going to migrate." ”

"Migration?" The long-haired waist-high man on her right hand suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and he turned his head to look at the old woman in shock. This is the place where their ancestors have lived for nearly a thousand years, and the old woman will not say these two words unless she has to.

"Grandma, is it really that serious?" Someone asked.

"Yes, if it doesn't work, we can also hide in the ancestral courtyard and wait for the outside to stop before coming out." It was suggested. They really don't want to leave, they have lived here for too long, and their feelings are too deep.

"It's because of the ancestral court." The old woman looked at a circle of people and said, "There is no way to avoid it, the ancestral court was beaten into ruins back then, and even if you hide in the ancestral court, there is no way to make the clansmen foolproof." ”

"Grandma, what happened? Could it be that the cultivation realm has crossed the border again? "Some people are in a hurry and really don't want to move.

"Almost," the old woman also showed a trace of emotion on her face, looked outside, and said, "Some of the people who were suppressed back then are about to be born." ”

The old man's face changed suddenly when he heard this, they lived for a hundred years, and the barbarian court was nearby, and the ancient books comprehensively recorded the battle of the year, knowing too many secrets, and knowing the horror of those who were suppressed. Moreover, it is even more terrifying to be able to survive until now, not to mention them, even if the ancient martial arts world is afraid that they will have to deal with it with all their might, it is difficult to be perfect.

"Migration!" The white-haired and waist-high old man had a calm face, looked at the others majestically, and said, "After the sacrifice, the whole clan will prepare." ”

"It's the patriarch!" The old man hurriedly bowed slightly.

"Get ready for the sacrifice, this may be the last time." The old woman stood up on crutches and walked outside.

The old man didn't speak, and from the fact that they called the old woman Grandma like Li Xiaodie, they knew that the old woman was too senior, and she never said anything inaccurate, and they were all convinced.

Downstairs between Nie Fan and Yang Xuening, Li Xiaodie looked at the three things on the table, her heart was like a cat scratching, and she walked around the table, her little face has been very tangled since she borrowed it yesterday.

There are only two Nine Spirit Pills and two bottles of Ten Scenes Liquid, and there is no way to do this, but Laojiao is a big jar, it doesn't matter if she drinks one or two sips, right?

But she thought of Grandma's warning, and she intuitively felt that she had never suffered so much.

"No matter, it's a big deal to be beaten by Grandma!" After I don't know how long, Li Xiaodie finally relented, unwilling to suffer like this anymore, and stretched out two small hands to untie the mud seal of the old cellar.

Some pungent, and fragrant aroma poured out in an instant, rushing to Li Xiaodie's little face, Li Xiaodie's eyes immediately lit up, the little face flushed, no longer scruples, took the bowl, scooped a big bowl.

Looking at the old cellar wine that was as clear as water, with only three or two yellowish and tiny leaves sinking at the bottom of the bowl, she swallowed her saliva, quickly picked it up, and drank it with a gurgling mouth.

"Ah......h

While~

Li Xiaodie was about to feel it for a while, when suddenly it was dark in front of her, and as soon as the bowl was lost, the person fell down.

The old woman who walked back looked up at the hut from a distance, and suddenly showed an angry and funny smile on her face, and said, "See if you dare next time." ”

The old woman smiled, and suddenly appeared on the small building for a walk, looked at Li Xiaodie who fell to the ground, supported her with one hand, turned, and sent her to the bed in the back room, and with a flip of her hand, the quilt was also covered.

The old woman put Li Xiaodie away, walked to the table, sealed the cellar again, and was about to sit down, when suddenly she looked up with a strange face.

At this moment, upstairs, in the room between Nie Fan and Yang Xuening, a transparent and almost invisible phantom the size of a water cup appeared almost at the same time, and the phantom in Nie Fan's room was holding a black sword, as if he was a person in the painting, constantly turning the direction, a black sword was impermeable, lingering.

And in Yang Xuening's room, a woman dressed in white, holding an ice sword, was also dancing the sword, up and down, sudden, left and right, the swordsmanship was crisp and neat, slashing in the sky, and the swordsmanship hidden in Nie Fan was opposite and complementary.

Both of them sat motionless on the bed, looking calm, as if they were completely unaware that there was a phantom dancing sword in their room.

"What a high surname." The old woman's eyes flashed with surprise. (To be continued.) )