When we walked to the gate of the Metaphysics Academy, Master Wuchen was waiting for us in front of the door, but his face was not as kind as Fang Cai, and there was a slight haze between his eyebrows.

The mountain wind lifted his wide robe, and suddenly there was a bit more solemnity.

I still have a lot of respect for him, so I asked Shen Yuexi to put me down and stepped forward to salute, "Master Wuchen, thank you for your care and help, let's say goodbye." ”

Master Wuchen took out a white flute from his sleeve robe, looked at it carefully a few times before handing it to me again, "This was originally placed here by Qi Sanniang, but now that she has hidden it, this thing will be returned to its original owner." ”

"It's ......"

I took the flute suspiciously, and was stunned when I saw the dense runes on it: Isn't this the flute held by the lady in the coffin on the portrait at home?

Since I was a child, I have heard and seen those spells with my grandmother, and I have never forgotten them, so naturally I am not mistaken.

"This flute is called 'Soul Sound', so you can keep it alive."

I wondered, "Soul Sound, that sounds weird. ”

Master Wuchen clasped his hands together and said to me earnestly: "Little donor, don't come here again in the future, remember, remember!" ”

"Master Wuchen, can you tell me who the Lord really is? How could he ask you to help Grandma stop the robbery? "I'm still not willing to leave in a daze, and I want to inquire clearly.

"Everyone, go slowly!"

Master Wuchen didn't reply to me, turned around and left. The little novice standing at the door came up to me and handed me a paper bag containing my grandmother's bloodstained clothes.

I turned my head and looked at the big words "Metaphysical Academy" again, and then walked down the mountain in amazement. I don't know why, but I always have an inexplicable memory of this.

Shen Yuexi insisted on carrying me, but I refused, the stone stairs here are too steep to walk. Moreover, there is a spiritual pressure technique on this mountain, and he and Chen Shen's spells can't be used, so everyone must have three long and two short spells.

It was only after walking a hundred ladders that we realized that this was not the right way. Although it looks like the way you came, the stairs are full of white bones, thigh bones, and skulls, all over the ground.

A faint mist of blood surged under the cliff, rubbing upwards.

"What a deep ghost hitting the wall!"

Chen Shen raised his fingers and twisted a trick and made a complicated seal, but his cultivation was pressed by the spirit, and instead of suppressing the surging blood mist, it provoked the blood mist to attack the sky like a fierce wind.

He summoned the copper coin sword with his hand, cut his fingertips and drew a blood talisman out of thin air, but before he could press it down, the bones all over the ground suddenly flew up and crackled and smashed towards him.

Seeing his disgraced appearance, Shen Yuexi immediately summoned the Soul Suppression Fan and fanned it hard, which shook the bones away, and the blood mist that diffused quietly dispersed.

At this moment, a cold voice came, "This is just a lesson for you, the descendants of the Luo family must not step into this mountain gate for half a step from now on, otherwise they will be killed!" Not! Pardon! ”

This is the voice of Mrs. Qingchen, presumably this ghost hitting the wall was also arranged by her, and she actually beat Chen Shen so embarrassed, it can be seen that this Dao Gu is indeed not an idle person.

As soon as her voice fell, the scenery around her returned to normal.

I looked back at the Metaphysical Academy, but found that the mountain seemed to turn around, and I couldn't see the big words "Metaphysical Academy" anymore.

"Let's go, this mountain is covered with the technique of Qimen Dunjia, which will change with the change of time. Therefore, many laymen died on the way up the mountain, and their bones were gone. ”

Chen Shen patted the dust and led us down first.

I followed him right behind him, wondering, "Then why are so many people going to follow him?" ”

"Because everyone in the world wants to become a cultivator supreme, and they want to live forever, and there is a lot of power in this, and they can learn a lot of methods of immortality."

Eternal life......

The people of the Six Realms are all in the cycle of life and death, who can truly live forever? Like grandma, little brother, I have lived for so many years, but I am completely wiped out for thousands of years later.

……

I declined Shen Yuexi's kindness to let me move to the Shen family, went back to the house alone, and packed all my grandmother's relics in the wooden box she used to walk the rivers and lakes.

Grandma said that the Luo family can only worship the ancestral tablet, so I set up an altar for her in the southeast of the courtyard and burned some paper money as a memorial.

Ghost cultivation is an existence that goes against the sky, so they can't set up a grave, and they are completely gone after they go into hiding.

Although I knew that my grandmother would not come back, I set up a soul-attracting array in the courtyard, hoping that she would come back to see me, or see this big mansion.

Then I went back to the house and unfolded my little brother's calligraphy and painting.

His handwriting is so domineering that it's almost impossible for anyone to copy it exactly like him, so I'm sure this calligraphy is his handwriting.

I just don't know why the dean of the Metaphysical Academy put the calligraphy and painting in the antique shop, does he really want to exchange some money to spend, or does it mean something else?

I thought I'd go to the fat boss tomorrow and ask him to see who the dean was.

As soon as it was dusk, I closed the door and prepared to soak in hot water all over my body from the bruises that had been broken from falling down the stone steps. I still shudder when I think of that scene at that time.

The Lord ......

"Woo ......"

I was squinting my eyes like a matter of the Metaphysical Academy, and suddenly there was a flute sound in my ears, which was actually the melody of the song I had heard in Linghe, "Life is like a dream, unforgettable, day and night depend on the Nine Heavens ......".

What's going on?

I hurriedly climbed out of the bathtub, put on my nightgown and rushed out, only to find that the yard was filled with blood mist at some point, no, the whole house was filled with blood mist.

"Who, who plays the flute? Have the ability to come out! ”

No, nothing, nothing around but the damn flute, not a hint of wind. But the blood mist in the sky swayed with the melody of the flute, terrifying.

I remembered the flute that Master Wuchen had given me, so I hurriedly returned to the bedroom, grabbed the flute and blew it wildly, and the strange flute sound was shaken.

It took me a while to react, and the melody I was blowing was the rhythm of the tune.

I have no teacher, I have no teacher......

I looked at the white piccolo in my hand in a daze, and I was terrified, could it be ...... I remembered another tune and played it on my flute.

Watch as my fingertips move nimbly from one hole to another, and the aftermath lingers. The sweat on my brow rolled like a waterfall, and I was panicked, nervous, and even at a loss.

It's not self-taught, it's instinct, an instinct that is hidden in my blood, deep in my soul.

I hurriedly opened the painting of the lady in the coffin that my grandmother gave me, and compared every rune on the flute, it was exactly the same, and even the top of the flute was the same.

Thinking back to the day when my flesh and blood were condensed, those yin ghosts and ghosts in the Yin Si all shouted "The Yin Coffin Lady is in the world", could it be me?

That's why grandma didn't hesitate to spend all her cultivation to seal me, what did she want to seal me? The sentence that Grandma Dayin didn't finish before was telling me about my life experience?

Also, who painted this picture? Little brother?

I was so puzzled, staring at the few drops of blood on the payment, remembering that my uncle had asked me to use spiritual blood to feed the soul locking bell, so I bit my fingertips and squeezed a drop of blood on it.

Blood beads quickly penetrated the rice paper and quickly infected the entire calligraphy and painting. Immediately, the words on the calligraphy and painting all peeled off one by one, revealing a red and black Dao talisman inside: Yin and Yang Qiankun Talisman!

This is a real yin and yang talisman, red is yin, black is yang, and the two runes are connected together.

I've never seen a Qiankun talisman like this, but I know that the Qiankun talisman summoned by my little brother and I are different. I was red, he was black, and it was as if I had drawn them together.

What the hell is going on, the little brother actually used illusion to cover up this yin and yang Qiankun talisman, did he take precautions for something?

If I had coincidentally dropped a drop of blood today, I would never have found out if this calligraphy and painting was actually a Qiankun Talisman or a real Yin and Yang Qiankun Talisman.

No, there is a problem with the fat boss of the Tianzi No. 1 store!

I came to my senses, quickly changed my clothes, locked the door, and headed for the antique street.

I should have thought that that guy was not simple, and it was not easy to know that the little brother was a big man and dared to take out his things and sell them. It is not easy for such a horizontal person to ask for five million, but it is even more difficult for me to compromise because of the slightest threat.

He must know about his little brother.

I hurried to the antique street, and when I found the Tianzi No. 1 store, I found that the door was affixed with a court seal, which was obviously officially sealed.

I stared at the two seals on the door, and a nameless fire swished out.