However, at this moment, a streamer flew in and landed on Ye Chen's shoulder. If you look closely, it's a small soul doll.

"Kid, I'll take you to a good place. Xiao Lingwa looked at Ye Chen with bright eyes. This little thing seems to have found something good in Huang Dali.

"There was no time. Ye Chen said he was going in.

"There's a man and a woman over there, hey!"

"Go check it out. Unexpectedly, one foot stepped into Ye Chen's small world, and he ran faster than a rabbit in a sharp turn.

In this way, one by one, they came to a rather steep peak in Yanhuangling.

Oooh... Yes... Oh...!

As soon as the rain fell, Ye Chen heard a woman's whisper from a small attic on the mountain. He could also vaguely hear a man panting violently.

"Listen, I didn't lie to you!" She said as she looked at the attic with wide eyes.

"It's enough. Looking at the trembling little attic, Ye Chen's tongue was whimpering and hissing! This power, this frequency, this emotion, this bed's call, click!

"If one day I can make the beauty teacher feel good, I promise I can do it for ten and a half days. I don't know what happened, Ye Chen's heart suddenly had such a beastly evil thought.

Ye Chen thought about it. He laughed and laughed. He even pitched a small tent under him.

"Why are you stingy with your smile?" Hearing Ye Chen laughing, the little soul doll on the side liked to look at Ye Chen stupidly.

"Get out!"

Xiao Lingwa disagreed, rubbed her eyebrows with her little fingers, and looked at the attic again. "Let me take a good look at him. ”

Fissure!

Ye Chen slapped him and said, "Yes, do you have morality? Listen, think about it?"

"Nima, your eyes are bigger than mine. ”

Nonsense, although Lao Tzu is shameless, he also has discipline. I only listen to him, but I don't think so.

The two scolded the spittle, but the battle in the attic still didn't stop.

After all, Xiaolinwa didn't open her eyes all day. He could only swallow his mouth and stare at the attic.

Of course, Ye Chen just listened, but did not look at it with the eyes of the fairy wheel.

Indeed, the goods are still intact, although shameless, but there are also some small bottom lines.

I have to say that this person is really dedicated enough, from the time Ye Chen and Xiaolinwa came, the small attic kept shaking.

So, they just stayed there and listened for more than six hours. Only they have this perseverance.

The night was not quiet.

At this moment, in the depths of the underground palace thousands of miles away, a woman dressed in red slapped a bloodied old man to vomit blood.

"Hey, who sent you?" The woman in red stared coldly at the bloody old man. As she spoke, blood flowed out of her mouth, and her vitality became extremely erratic and uncontrollable.

"Red dust and heavy snow, the four bone erosion pills and the overlord pills taste good!" The old man, covered in blood, did not answer the question of the woman in red, but he laughed wildly, his hair glistening like a ghost.

Puffs!

As soon as the bloody old man's words were finished, the woman in red blew up, and her face immediately turned extremely pale.

Seeing all this, the old man, covered in blood, suddenly stood up and rushed out of the underground palace.

"Can you go?" Despite the dire situation, the woman in red threw a magic mang at her finger. The demon man followed the old bloody man, and soon heard screams outside.

Soon, a group of old fellows rushed into the dungeon, and when they saw the woman in red trembling, they suddenly looked to the side, "Lord, you ......"

Red and the woman didn't speak, just staggered, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Immediately, several people rushed into the underground palace, all covered in blood, and fell to their knees with a thud, "Oh my God, this group of bloodthirsty people surrounded the entire temple of Lingshan. ”

Listen to you, everyone is talking about it.

"Begin the battle of the protectors. The woman in red stiffened her trembling body and poured blood into her mouth. "Ask Huang Adi for help. ”

In the middle of the night, there was a dead silence in the attic, and the call of the adults to Ah was gone.

So far, Ye Chen and Xiao Lingwa have just slid down the mountain.

I don't know, if the Yellow people knew that their master didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but ran to hear people say hey, would they spray water on the spot?

Xiao Linwa's companion slipped away again, but Ye Chen kept touching his chin. He was thinking about returning to Heng Yuezong's "Spring Dawn", and when he thought of this, he smirked.

Uh-huh?

As Ye Chen walked, he couldn't help but look into the distance and found a white-haired old man standing under the stone wall.

Ye Chen's eyes were staring at Zhongjiang. From a distance, the silhouette of the Nakae River is somewhat curved. He stood quietly under the rock wall, looking at the rock wall. He was distraught and didn't know what to watch.

Ye Chen was taken aback, shook his head and walked over.

Xu Shizhong was engrossed in it, not realizing that Ye Chen was by his side.

"What do you see?" Ye Chen didn't wake up Zhongjiang, and put his eyes on the stone wall, but found that there were a few lines of big characters on the stone wall, all arranged vertically, but it was a poem.

People grow old and sad easily. :

The lonely wind carried the miserable rain, and the melancholy of Hermonokari spread throughout the world.

What do you want in life?What happened to heaven?:

However, there is a shadow of a king on the bridge, but there is no Qing's name on the Three Sacred Stones.

Ye Chen glanced at it and clicked softly. "How could Yan Huang have this poem?"

Ye Chen's words woke up Zhongjiang beside him. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Ye Chen. "Kid, have you read this poem?"

"I've seen it on an ancient cliff in a cavern, have I been rubbing it down?"

"Grotto?" Hearing these two words, Zhong Jiang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a pair of vague and uncertain eyes were still flickering, and he muttered, "Has Mr. been to the cave?"

"My predecessors, who wrote this poem?" It's sad, confused, and resentful. Ye Chen looked at Zhongjiang.

"This is what my master wrote before leaving. ”

"Your master. Ye Chen scratched his head ruthlessly, and looked at the ancient poems on the rock wall again.

Is this also a coincidence?

Ye Chen muttered in his heart, Zhongjiang master Hong Dun had written poems about Ye Chen and Chu Xuan.

"It is certain that Master Zhongjiang's predecessors also visited the grotto. "The night train touched my chin. The outline of each word is the same. I don't know how elegant Red Dust is. ”

"When the night is quiet, I stand here and look at the poem. While Ye Chen was meditating, Zhong Jiang beside him sighed and said, "This may be the only thing left by the master." ”

"My predecessors, they're dead. Why would you do that?" Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Hey!

Zhong Jiang sighed helplessly. When he was younger, his old man saw the world, but in his later years, he didn't know why he became muddy and embarrassed. His situation is strange. Sometimes even our siblings' names are wrong. ”

Speaking of this, Zhong Jiang looked at the ancient poem on the rock wall again. "Only when the teacher respects him for the same thing will God talk about the poem forever. ”

"There's no big secret in this poem!" Ye Chen said tentatively.

So, when I have time, I'll stand here and hope to see something from this poem. I wonder why the old man in Ishimura became muddy and why he never forgot the poem. I often wonder if his old man has any last wishes. ”

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