It was still wrapped in a black cloak, and it was still wearing a black gauze scarf, but the hands that were exposed in the air were amazingly white, as if they were transparent white paper, without a trace of blood.

Yun Weiyang stood still, but his brows furrowed.

The words sung by the man in the black cloak just now made her suddenly feel a sense of déjà vu for some reason, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.

Mo Wuchen stood beside her, looking guarded, while Zi Ling, who had stopped on his shoulder, couldn't help but tremble slightly, and then gathered his wings and wrapped himself tightly.

After a while, the man in the black cloak finally finished a tune, he stood up with both hands lightly pressing the strings, and quietly looked at Yun Weiyang, the ethereal voice seemed to come from the distant ancient times: "I know, you will definitely come!"

Yun Weiyang raised his eyebrows: "Yes, as you wish, I'm here!"

The black-cloaked man walked around the stone table towards Yun Weiyang, his steps as slow as stepping through the fog, without any sound.

He stood still a few steps before Yun Weiyang, his eyes glanced at Mo Wuchen next to him lightly, and his voice was still very ethereal: "Who is he?"

"My friend!" Yun Weiyang curled his lips and replied extremely crisply.

"You want Honza to help him?" The black-cloaked man said what Yun Weiyang was thinking.

Yun Weiyang raised his eyebrows more and more: "Yes, then, are you willing?"

The black-cloaked man raised his head, and there were no waves or traces in his eyes as deep as the sea: "Tell this seat, your reason."

Yun Weiyang raised his lips and smiled: "Don't you want to take me as an apprentice, as long as you help him open up the meridians of his body, I will promise you."

"You're threatening this seat?" The black-cloaked man's voice began to have a hint of evil in it.

"No, it's just a ...... deal", Yun Weiyang stepped forward and looked at him without fear: "Achieve what you want, and achieve what I want, take what you need, why not!"

"Heh......", the black-cloaked man chuckled, and the fluttering laughter stirred up an invisible and fierce wind blade, flying straight towards Mo Wangchen.

Yun Weiyang's toes moved, and his body quickly spun in front of Mo Wangchen, and the wind blade disappeared like flying ash when it was about to touch her clothes.

She raised her eyebrows high: "It seems that we can't talk about it, so let's forget the dust, let's go back!" As he spoke, he turned and left.

At this time, the light voice of the black cloaked man sounded at the right time: "The method of agitation does not work every time, as you wish, let's take what we need, bring him over!"

Yun Weiyang's eyes flashed, and he looked at him again: "So, very good!"

As Yun Weiyang guessed, the strength of the black cloak man was really unfathomable, and roughly estimated, I am afraid that it had already far exceeded the seventh order!

It's just that in Cangwu Kingdom, it seems that he has never heard of such a number one person, as if he appeared out of thin air, and there is no trace to be found.

It seems that she will have to deal with it carefully in the future.

Next to the gazebo, there is a small and small bamboo house, and the courtyard outside the house is planted with some unknown flowers and plants, and a cobblestone path wanders and curves, and the overall pattern gives people a natural and elegant feeling.

Yun Weiyang was not afraid that the black-cloaked man would regret it, so he let him take Mo Wangchen into the bamboo house, while he sat in the pavilion with Ziling and waited.