Towards the end of the song, the high-pitched rising and falling notes tend to calm down, just like the scenery of flat sand and falling geese, and the curling nine-string ancient sound is accompanied by the green smoke of the incense burner, and the aftertaste is faint.

Ning Yun had already stood on the route that the black-robed man had to pass, and in a panic, he picked up a gold-textured ancient sword and stood sideways.

I don't know why, the black-robed man in front of him gave Ning Yun such an ethereal feeling, as if he didn't really exist in this world.

The sourceless breeze blew lightly, rolling up the corner of the black-robed man's clothes, wrapping the head part tightly, and the light from those dark eyes seemed to be mocking.

"Don't come any closer, or ...... Otherwise, I'll cut you down. Ning Yun held the sword in both hands with a frightened face, his arms kept trembling, and the emotions in his heart were not revealed at all.

As if he hadn't heard, the black-robed man's footsteps were still moving calmly, and Ning Yun was forced to retreat step by step.

"Hold ~" a crisp sound, followed by a gentle ending chord tune, and the bloody look in July's eyes chased the music to calm down.

"Huh~~" With a cold sigh, July let out a long breath, calmed down his nervous emotions, and regained his previous demure and ethereal temperament, directly ignoring the black-robed man, and projecting his gaze on the wall behind him.

After a fierce confrontation, there was still any eroded nine yin on the wall, and everything returned to the same as before.

It's gone, or maybe it's dead. Only July knows.

In the depressing black headcloth, the flesh of the black-robed man's mouth twitched twice, and it could be seen that he had always been very proud.

It can be seen from his attitude towards Ning Yun that he disdains to communicate with such a servant character, and is only interested in the shrine maiden who plays the harp.

When they first met, they didn't expect July to be cold, completely ignoring his existence, and not even showing the slightest interest in why he suddenly appeared here.

He couldn't tolerate the ignorance of others for him, and he couldn't pull down his face directly, thinking: This woman is not an ordinary character, can she be her opponent if she really moves? He couldn't be sure.

The black-robed man said in a hoarse voice: "The direct descendants of the Jiuli Wu Clan are really extraordinary, and they are at the level of the Great Witch." ”

The vision is extraordinary, and at a glance he peeks into the identity of July's origin, and it seems that the level of the Great Witch is as normal in his eyes, and it seems so ordinary. Maybe it's not the level of the great witch, and it's really not in the eyes of this person.

When July heard it, his unmoved expression hung on his face, and his calm posture was like a pool of crystal clear water.

The dexterous jade hand brushes the surface of the piano and feels the temperature of the surface of the guqin with pity.

Holding the ice-cracked porcelain teapot gently and gracefully, the teacup is filled with hot tea in a freehand tea ceremony.

The holy temperament circulates around the body, and the unique fragrance of tea comes into the nose.

She took a sip of tea and felt the aroma of tea between her lips and teeth as if intoxicated.

Burning the qin to make tea, and tasting tea after qu is a habit that has been cultivated in July for many years.

The black-robed man had a calm face, his movements were stiff, and his mood was not fluttering, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking in his heart.

Ning Yun turned around and glanced at Qiyue, and saw that the girl's complexion had improved, and she suddenly had a bottom in her heart, as long as Qiyue was there, she had nothing to fear.

Ning Yun's face was slightly indignant, his disdainful gaze hit the black-robed man, and he said with a sharp mouth: "Ouch, hey, where did you give up treating patients, the level of the great witch is not enough in your eyes, isn't it." I want to know where you come from, the words of the Jiuli Wu Clan are not just casual cats and dogs can be put on their lips. ”

With the proud character of Hei Miao, as well as the mysterious witchcraft of the Jiuli clan, very few people dare to anger the Miao people.

After hearing this, the black-robed man was still unmoved, but just observed July who was drinking tea with a complicated expression, as if those treacherous eyes wanted to see through this extraordinary woman in front of him.

As a result, he blinked his eyelashes helplessly, and sighed in his heart: The ancient mysterious race is indeed profound and abnormal, if it doesn't have to be so, it is better not to provoke the Jiuli people.

Ning Yun said: "Tell me, where did you come from, what do you want to do here?" Since you know that we belong to the Jiuli Wu Clan, you must know the origin of the Wu Clan, and don't have any bad thoughts about us. The feeling of being ignored again almost made Ning Yun go berserk.

If it weren't for the fear that the identity of the person in front of her would not be known, and her rash actions might cause trouble for the girl, perhaps she would have let the snake go instead of threatening it with words.

July put down the cup unhurriedly, only then did he raise his head slightly, a look of tiredness hung on his cheeks, and said politely: "Mr. smiled, and the Buddha said: The encounter is fate." I've not been a good person since I was a child, and the door to another space is about to open, and if I don't have what my husband needs, I hope we don't owe each other. You see, okay? ”

The whole set of Daxing witch weapons was still draped on Qiyue's body, and in this situation, she could still express her words in a clear and euphemistic manner, with her own gentle temperament and sweet voice, she couldn't help but make the black-robed man look amazed.

I didn't dare to despise it in my heart, and said: "Okay, let's take what we need, and thank you for opening the gate of the ancient city buried in the sand, without you, I may not be able to enter in this life." ”

There were various signs before that the key to the entrance of the ancient city was a time and space factor, and the black-robed man also expected that there was an eclipse nine yin that controlled time and was sealed in the Sun Tomb, but he had not been able to open the ancient city for many years.

It is very likely that the Guloulan people are a branch of the Wu clan, perhaps it is said that the art of sacrifice in Guloulan is inherited from the Jiuli Wu clan.

He also tried to find all kinds of Miao people who were proficient in witchcraft, but he couldn't find it.

Until an old man of the Wu clan told him that there was a lost secret method of the Wu clan, which was a kind of ancient string seven laws of absolute sound, which was very likely to communicate with the fierce beast spirit hidden in the time and space of the ancient tomb.

Therefore, he waited quietly for July's performance, thinking to himself: if it were not for the level of the Great Witch, this ancient method of playing would not have been able to be performed at all.

At this time, July received the promise of the black-robed man, and said calmly with a calm expression: "I hope Mr. is true to his word, I will not inquire about Mr.'s origin, please Mr. Wait by the side." ”

The black-robed man's eyes became more and more appreciative, and he retreated to the corner of the wall, thought for a while, and asked in that hoarse voice: "Girl, we may never meet after entering the ancient city buried in the sand. Now may I ask your name? ”

It was the first time he had been so interested in a woman, and it was also the first time he had asked for a woman's name in a low voice.

Ning Yun became angry when he heard this, "What's the matter, kicking your nose in the face?" Are you qualified to know my girl's name? The more she looked at the black-robed man, the more unpleasant she became, and she always felt that he must have other intentions.