Song He and Qi Mingfei had been walking along the corridor with Sun Yang, and after going up a high wooden staircase, they entered the back half of the building, where the style suddenly became antique, and what surprised Sun Yang even more was that when he followed Song He and Qi Mingfei into a house, he suddenly found himself entering an elegant courtyard.

The earthy air was filled with the fragrance of the earth, followed by the crisp and melodious birdsong and the murmuring of water, Sun Yang looked around in surprise, and found himself on a sunny hillside, surrounded by endless grass and flowers, which was refreshing, but looking back, the door they had just entered was still there, and the door inside the door was still the antique corridor.

"What is this?" Sun Yang asked in surprise.

"It's just a little cave world with a little illusion." A voice said.

Only then did Sun Yang see a man in his forties wearing a long shirt like Song He standing at the door of the building in front of him, looking in his forties, but with silver hair.

"Welcome, Sun Yang." He said with a smile.

"Sect Master." "Master." Song He and Qi Mingfei said separately, he bowed his head slightly, looking very gentle, just like those scholars who can often be seen in Yuanshan University, it is hard to imagine that he will be a strong person who makes a great descending magician like Song He bow down.

"Come, it just so happened that I made a good pot of tea, and everyone came to taste it." He said with a smile.

Walking into the courtyard gate made of thatch and bark wood, you will be greeted by a small pond with a few lotus flowers blooming just right, a grass hut with ventilation on all sides, a delicate copper kettle is steaming on a small white stove, and there are four grass mounds around a coffee table carved from tree roots, each with a cup of tea in front of it.

As soon as I sat down, I smelled a faint fragrance of tea, which was refreshing.

Sun Yang couldn't help but say, "Good tea." ”

"You know it's a good tea before you taste it?" The man known as the Sect Master laughed, his voice as warm as jade, with a different kind of charm. "Please."

The temperature of the tea is just right, Sun Yang has been happy for several years, and the bosses of the surrounding shops have already regarded him as a meeting place, and he has also learned a lot of knowledge about the tea ceremony, and has drunk a lot of good tea, but this kind of tea is the first time to drink it.

As the tea poured into his stomach, it was like a stream of heat flowing slowly along his meridians, making him feel a heartfelt pleasure.

"Good tea." He couldn't help but say again.

The sect master smiled, picked up the purple clay pot in front of him, and filled them one by one.

"Please." He said to Sun Yang.

Sun Yang had no choice but to drink another cup, and the sect master poured him full again, raised his hand gently, and said, "Please." ”

The tea was a good tea that Sun Yang had never drunk, and the surrounding environment was also refreshing, but the behavior of the sect master made Sun Yang's heart a little hairy. The previous encounters made him have countless speculations about the black hand behind Qi Mingfei and Song He, and he also had a lot of thoughts about the purpose of their forcible kidnapping here, but now he couldn't see any clues from the sect master's face.

It's as if he went to great lengths to get Sun Yang here, really just to invite him to tea.

Sun Yang knew very well that this was a means for him, but it was such a simple method, but he couldn't help but want to ask something and say something.

"Sect Master......" he said, and at that moment, a hoarse voice suddenly screamed from the side, and then something fluttered its wings and landed on the railing around the grass house.

"Sect Master Xuanming, the speaker has invited you over."

It was a three-legged crow, and it spoke as it combed its feathers with its beak.

Sun Yang watched in amazement as it stood on the railing with three feet, and scratched the feathers on its head with one of its feet.

"In that case, let's go." The Sect Master said. "Mingfei, you wait for us here."

"Yes." Qi Mingfei stood up respectfully and replied.

This situation made Sun Yang feel as uncomfortable as if he had thrown a punch in the air, but he still had to stand up with the sect master and Song He, and walk towards the door that looked very illusory now.

The three-legged crow flew up, it seemed to be somewhat interested in Sun Yang, and quickly circled around him before flying away through the door.

"What should I do?" Sun Yang couldn't help but ask.

Song He replied rarely: "Whatever the sect master and the speaker ask you, you will answer, you will do whatever you want, and you don't have to worry about anything else, just keep silent." ”

Sun Yang was puzzled and puzzled, but Song He obviously wouldn't go deeper, so he had to put his doubts in his stomach.

On both sides of the corridor were all kinds of doors, some closed, some hidden, Sun Yang looked in curiously through the crack in the door, and found that there were all kinds of completely different small worlds inside.

"Behind each door is a small world, but the decline of the Dao is so that it can only conjure up a small resting place, which is not worth mentioning." The sect master seemed to be very interested in introducing Sun Yang. "As you may have noticed, there are five doors on the left and four doors on the right. Qingqiu now has a total of five sects, four demon clans, and a total of nine councilors, but two of them are not here today, if you want to be recognized, at least four of them must agree to let you stay. ”

But I didn't want to stay at all.

Sun Yang said in his heart, but he could roughly guess what kind of danger he would face if he couldn't pass the test.

It seemed to be a peaceful place, and everyone was gentle, but what was really like behind this calm, he couldn't guess, and he didn't want to see it.

They walked until the end of the corridor, a rusty gate more than four meters high blocked the way, Sun Yang saw a pair of huge eyes growing in the place where it should be the door knocker, they looked at Sun Yang and the others, slowly opened, and slowly closed after they walked in.

Inside is a huge room resembling a conference room, with a semicircular table in the middle, opposite a small table, a chair, and a cup on the table.

A spotlight on the top just shone on the set of tables and chairs, but the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, and only a few figures of different heights could be seen in the shadows, Sun Yang was about to secretly look at them with the eyes of heaven, when Song He suddenly gently pushed him next to him, signaling him to go to the center.

Sun Yang was slightly stunned, but he understood that he did not have the right to refuse, so he calmed down, walked over slowly, and stood next to the chair.

"You are Sun Yang?" A rough voice suddenly came from the front left, Sun Yang thought that the other party should be the huge black shadow he had seen before, but after he looked over, he found that the other party was an extremely thin and shriveled old man who didn't look like much weight.

"Yes." He calmed his mind and replied as calmly as he could.