The sixteen-year-old Jin Dan master, as far as the eye can see, is extremely rare in the entire Taoist family within a hundred years.

There is no one in 10,000.

He, Tang Xian, was the fastest cultivator to produce the Golden Pill in a hundred years.

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A natural cultivation wizard, he has an almost perfect fit for various Dao techniques, and many obscure ancient Dao techniques can only be achieved by ordinary people if they have to figure it out repeatedly and make countless mudras, and he only needs to read it a few times to learn it.

If it weren't for the conflict between the internal strength and mental methods of various sects, Tang Xian might have gathered the heads of a hundred schools and would have met everyone.

"Everyone's understanding of the Tao is different, and each has its own merits, as long as you abide by your own heart."

Tang Xian bowed slightly, "That's the truth." ”

With his hands on his knees, he got up from the couch and tilted his head.

"Let's go, Principal Wang, let's go to the old teaching building, the formation outside is arranged by you, I'll go alone, if it breaks into it, it will be embarrassing."

Wang Mojing pondered for a moment, "It's just a nightmare, there's no need to be so excited." ”

"I'm not at ease." Tang Xian said it directly.

It's just a dream, but it's still a matter of checking it.

Principal Wang was silent, he didn't expect Tang Xian's attitude to be so resolute, he had to go in no matter what, and then the expression on his face stiffened for a few seconds and then he laughed dryly.

"Well, if you want to go, you can go, I won't go in." There was a bit of helplessness in his tone, he couldn't resist Tang Xian.

"Okay!" Tang Xian smiled and stretched out his right hand and made an "OK" gesture.

When the two came to the door, Principal Wang locked the principal's office, and then the two walked down the teaching building.

Two minutes later, Principal Wang carried the key and led Tang Xian to a large iron gate.

This is the dividing line between the old campus and the new campus, and if you open this door, you can enter the old campus.

A large iron door that is enough to allow Wuling Hongguang to flow unimpeded, rusty, the door is covered with cobwebs and dust, plus rust, which perfectly interprets what is called the traces of time.

Wang Mojing inserted the key into the lock hole, and after a lot of tinkering, the lock cylinder made a crisp click, pushed open the iron door, and there was a tooth-sore metal friction sound on the door.

Crunch............

Neither of them spoke, Wang Mojing pinched the lock in his hand, let Tang Xian go in first, and then closed the door when he entered.

opened and closed the door again, and it was enough to see how important Tang Xian's identity was.

The old campus is the old campus, full of flowers and plants, in the cracks of the walls, on the floor tiles, on the roof of street lamps, overgrown with weeds, and almost all sides of the path are signs of this panic, a sad scene that has been abandoned for decades.

Just a wall apart,

Over there are slender students, full of vitality.

This side is like an old house in the mountains that no one cares about.

But this is also a reasonable thing, there is a murderous spirit sealed under the old teaching building, and it is not safe within a radius of dozens of meters, and it was only blocked after several accidents, and ordinary people dare not let him in.

Only Taoist priests can come and go freely, but how can Taoist disciples become gardeners.

No one takes care of it, and in a few years the weeds are overgrown.

The two walked leisurely and walked for nearly two minutes before reaching their destination.

The perimeter of the old school building is surrounded by a brick and stone wall, which is three meters high, and there are eight gaps in total, and a magic vessel is placed in each gap.

Peach wood nails, gossip mirrors, peach wood swords, compasses, dust, robes, incense burners, soul bells.

The eight ritual instruments correspond to the eight doors of "opening, resting, life, death, shock, injury, du, and scenery".

He sighed, woke up like a dream, and said, "Why didn't I find out that this outside was a Nayang Array before!" ”

Tang Xian saw the mystery at a glance, and then said: "Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and ......"

Tang Xian had heard a little about the Taoist formation,

During the day, the surrounding yang energy was sucked into the old school building in eight directions to suppress the murderous spirits.

At night, the yin qi inside is evacuated and dissolved with a magic device.

It seems that the person who set up the formation here at the beginning was a master of feng shui, and he knew the truth that "solitary yin does not grow, and solitary yang does not grow".

Suppressing yin qi alone will not work, and one day yin qi will definitely explode in one go, and the pressure will not be suppressed for long.

"It's still a big gossip array, Principal Wang, this is what you laid out?"

Wang Mojing shook his head, "I don't have that ability, that is, I add something on the basis of the original formation, so that it will not stop running." ”

Tang Xian sighed.

Wang Mojing paused and said, "The dirty things in here are very fierce, and the yin qi that has been sealed for decades has not only not decreased, but has increased. ”

The vines surrounded the entire old school building, and the broken windows and mottled walls were pitch black, like a huge mouth of the abyss that chose people to devour.

Tang Xian fixed his eyes, and a faint white light began to emanate from his two eyes.

The windowsill, door, and top floor of the old teaching building emitted wisps of black gas, just like a smoking house on fire, and the rich yin qi came out from below.

Tang Xian disagreed, and said lightly: "Let's make an opening, I'll go in now." ”

"The things in here are definitely not opponents in your current realm, are you sure you want to go in?"

Tang Xian thought for a moment,

"I can't drink coffee, because the first contact was from the county coffee, and the cough doesn't stop after drinking.

It wasn't until one day that I tasted other varieties that I realized that I couldn't touch coffee. ”

…………………

"I understand, be careful when you go in, and if you can't do it, you will quit."

Tang Xian nodded, and then, Wang Mojing put his two hands in front of him to form a hand seal, and after a change of fingers, a gap appeared in the Nayang Array that blocked the old teaching building.

Tang Xian didn't talk nonsense, tightened the guitar bag strap on his shoulder, and jumped in.

The entrance was instantly closed, and Tang Xian turned his back to Principal Wang inside, raised his left hand and waved it twice, meaning you go back first.

Principal Wang turned to leave,

Now Tang Xian was the only one left here, and he looked at the passage in the gate of the old teaching building, where there was no sunlight all year round, and the walls showed signs of serious water seepage.

Tang Xian took a step towards the gate, the sunlight outside could not shine in, and as soon as he entered, he felt cold and fluttering, and the building was cold and damp.

Gusts of yin wind drilled into the cracks of people's bones, and when they looked at their faces, the yang fire on Tang Xian's body was blown and swayed.

Tang Xian frowned.

"This ghost is so fierce!"

He reached behind him with one hand and opened the zipper of the guitar bag, and then took out the embroidered spring knife inside.

The waves ~~~~~~~

Embroidered spring knife out of the sheath,

The sound of a golden stone tremor on the floor was endless.