readx;?“ Joke! The young man glanced at the night pearl in Wu Zhiyuan's hand with disdain, "If this is also a peerless night pearl in the world, then what are these ones?" As he spoke, he tilted his head, and before Wu Zhiyuan could see it clearly, he saw him pull out three beads from his left ear, and the stone room suddenly became a little brighter. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wu Zhiyuan fixed his eyes and saw that the three beads were all night pearls, and each one was bigger than a goose egg, and there was a layer of flowing fluorescence floating on the surface of the three night pearls, and the texture was almost the same as the night pearl in Wu Zhiyuan's hand. What's even more strange is that the young man's palm is not large, but it is more than enough to play with the three huge night pearls, and it is effortless.

"These three night pearls ......" Wu Zhiyuan looked at the young man in surprise, the size of the night pearl was surprising, and the young man's behavior of pulling it out of his ear was even more surprising.

"I imitated the method of raising pearls from river mussels, and kept these three night pearls in my ears for a long time, are they a little bigger than the last time you saw them?" The young man suddenly asked something that Wu Zhiyuan didn't know why.

"Last time you saw you?" Wu Zhiyuan looked at the young man in amazement, "It's the first time I've seen these three night pearls in Daoyou's hands, why did you say it last time?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the young man's face sank, and he asked angrily: "There are only you and me here, why bother to behave, you don't remember me, you always remember these three orbs, right?" As he spoke, he shook the three night pearls in his hand in front of Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan felt strange, but he didn't think much about it, and hurriedly replied: "These three night pearls should be rare and valuable treasures, and when I saw them for the first time today, I was already fortunate in three lives, and I really had never seen them before." ”

The young man's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he looked Wu Zhiyuan up and down suspiciously, and asked, "Let me ask you, are you surnamed Wu?" ”

"Yes, my surname is Wu." Wu Zhiyuan replied.

"Which Wu?" The young man asked.

"Koutian Wu." Wu Zhiyuan replied.

"Koutian Wu ......" The young man thought for a moment, and his tone changed, "You still say it's not you?" ”

"What is not me?" Wu Zhiyuan was confused by the question, he vaguely felt that there must be some misunderstanding in this, and he wanted to ask again, but saw that the young man stuffed the three night pearls in his hand into his left ear again.

With this action of putting the Night Pearl into his ear, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly found that the young man's left ear had been cut off by Qi Gen, and only the right ear was intact.

At this moment, Wu Zhiyuan remembered the legend of the ancients Wu Xuan who cut off the left ear of a small white dragon outside Huayang Cave that his master had said, and suddenly realized, and just about to explain, the young man had already stabbed over with a short sword.

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly reached out and pressed the back of the young man's sword-piercing hand, and hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, listen to my explanation!" ”

The young man couldn't help but say, he withdrew his hand suddenly, and the hand holding the sword shook violently, and the short sword in his hand actually became longer with a "whoosh" and turned into a three-foot long sword. He let out a low cry and was about to rush forward with his sword in hand.

At this moment, a cough suddenly sounded outside the door, and the young man heard the cough, stopped suddenly, glared at Wu Zhiyuan unwillingly, gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed out of the door, and disappeared in an instant when he rushed to the door.

Wu Zhiyuan only saw the stone door on the right swaying slightly, and he didn't see clearly which direction the young man was running towards, but it was a dead end outside the door, and he thought that he could only go the way Wu Zhiyuan came.

As soon as the crisis was resolved, Wu Zhiyuan took a long breath, and before he could lift his breath, he saw a figure outside the stone gate flickering, and a person walked in slowly.

Wu Zhiyuan fixed his eyes and saw that what came in was an old man with crane hair and a childish face, the old man's hair was whiter than snow, but his skin was extremely delicate, his body was short and fat, he was dressed in a gray sermon robe, with a scarf on his head, and a feather fan in his hand, like a pedant, but his steps were light, and there was a faint aura all over his body, giving people an indescribable feeling, that feeling like he was not a person in this world, transcendent and out of the world.

At first sight, Wu Zhiyuan guessed that this person should be the owner of this stone room, and Wu Zhiyuan even doubted that he would be one of the legendary Sanmao True Monarchs?

Thinking like this, Wu Zhiyuan stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said: "Senior Wu Zhiyuan, take the liberty of intruding into your land, please forgive me." ”

The old man looked Wu Zhiyuan up and down a few times, and asked with a serious face, "You are Wu Zhiyuan?" ”

"The younger generation is Wu Zhiyuan." Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly replied respectfully, but he was secretly thinking in his heart, has this old Taoist heard my name?

The old man walked to the offering table, sat cross-legged on the futon, glanced at Wu Zhiyuan with a cold face, and asked, "Why did you open the door of the cave?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan replied: "The juniors are looking for ...... Alone. He wanted to say that he was going to come in to find Yang Chengzong, but he didn't know who Yang Chengzong was, so he only briefly said that he was looking for someone.

"Who are you looking for?" The old man closed his eyes slightly, and when he heard this, he gently opened his eyes and glanced at Wu Zhiyuan, and closed his eyes carelessly.

Seeing the old man asking like this, Wu Zhiyuan had no choice but to tell the truth, so he replied: "The junior wants to find a disciple of Maoshan, his name is Yang Chengzong." ”

Hearing this, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, stood up from the futon, and exuded a domineering arrogance around his body, this kind of arrogance is not the same as the arrogance in the bones of the Moon Shadow Fuxian, but a real domineering, he said coldly: "The person you are looking for is the person you broke in after you opened the cave door, what I am asking now is why did you open this Huayang cave door?" ”

This sentence stopped Wu Zhiyuan, this old man had a clear mind, and it seemed that it was difficult to get through the words in confusion, and in desperation, Wu Zhiyuan had no choice but to tell the truth: "The younger generation is forced to be helpless, in order to prove that he is sincere to the Tao, and the Tao is far-reaching, so he took the liberty to open the door of Huayang Cave, and I also ask your seniors to forgive me." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man angrily reprimanded: "Bastard! Is the Huayang Cave Gate a tool for you to joke and play? If that's all there is to it, I'll forgive you for your recklessness, and you can leave at once. ”

Wu Zhiyuan's purpose in entering the cave was to stop Yang Chengzong, and he had not found any trace of Yang Chengzong at this time, so he naturally refused to leave, so he explained: "Senior, junior wants to find Yang Chengzong and take him out of Huayang Cave together, so as not to disturb the Qing cultivation of the seniors." ”

The old man shook the feather fan in his hand lightly, and said slowly: "The door of the cave is not opened for him, so even if he breaks into the cave, he will not be able to get here. ”

"Isn't he in the hole?" Wu Zhiyuan was shocked when he heard this, "But I saw him break in with my own eyes." ”

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