The group walked through a straight and spacious tunnel, through stairs deeper into the ground, to an even larger and more magnificent underground hall.

The huge rock pillars support the whole space, and do not make a single point boring.

It's not far from the upper floors where they live, and it's only a three- to five-minute walk, but this is the first time they've set foot here.

Entering here, their mentality, which has been self-managing for decades, once again instinctively feels inferior, withdrawn, and insignificant.

But at this moment, several figures wearing gray cloth robes greeted them.

The first one greeted them with a smile eagerly: "Teacher Huo, Brother Liu, Brother Yao, you are here, come with me." ”

In the eyes of Liu Gui, Lao Yao and others, this person who smiled eagerly and brightly made them feel very familiar, but they couldn't remember it for a while.

"Oh. ”

First instinctively responded, and involuntarily walked a distance with him, Liu Gui and Lao Yao almost remembered who this person was.

looked at each other dumbfounded, and exclaimed, "You...... You're the ...... that night."

They were greeted by the sword servants Su Zhiping and Mo Yuan, the "activists" selected from the other sword servants, who were not only one of the spectators this time, but also greeted the guests as the masters.

Those incidents that night, Lao Yao Liu Gui and they quickly changed from the core of the contradiction to the marginal figures, except for the rotten gang that had died into scum, they were the most confused, but they still witnessed the changes of the whole incident as bystanders.

There were many people who needed attention that day, the dead Shadow Scorpion Chief, the self-mutilating sweat towel gang leader, President Mo and others who suddenly appeared to clean up the mess and kill them all, Su Zhiping, as a loser who was cut off by a master, could only fall to the ground and pretend to be dead, and finally surrendered without the integrity, it is indeed difficult for people to remember.

Still, they all remembered.

However, at this moment, seeing that the originally crippled broken arm was intact, and he was still receiving them as the main party on President Mo's territory, some of the words that he was about to blurt out were not easy to say.

Moreover, although the person in front of him was really not outstanding in his performance that night, he could barely be regarded as a stepping stone, but compared to them, he was still an unattainable martial arts powerhouse.

So just halfway through the conversation, he suddenly shut up.

Su Zhiping's expression remained unchanged, he still smiled kindly, and he didn't have the contempt of a martial artist-level powerhouse for ordinary people at the bottom, and waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, from now on, we are all our own people, all loyal to the Sword of Yan Huang and loyal to President Mo, as long as this heart remains the same, each other is brothers and sisters, everything else is trivial, and the past is not important...... However, I have done things for the Shadow Scorpion Society in the past, and I have offended you, although the Shadow Scorpion Society is now history, I still have to solemnly apologize to you——I'm sorry!"

"Don't dare...... Nothing, nothing......"

His attitude made Liu Gui, Lao Yao and others wave their hands again and again.

"It's here. ”

While speaking, Su Zhiping led Liu Gui and the others to an open place, lined up a neat row of seats, and beckoned Liu Gui and the others, who were a little at a loss, to take their seats.

It just left the front row seats vacant.

In front of this seat, there is a high platform more than a meter above the ground, and the high platform is completely covered by a dark and heavy curtain, and the scene above cannot be seen.

Looking at this completely unfamiliar arrangement, they didn't know what it was for, Liu Gui and the others could only sit in a regular manner, and their expressions looked a little cramped.

After a while, Su Zhiping and others attracted another group of people, this time there were not many people, only seven people, the most conspicuous was a short-legged old man who was walking slowly with an iron and wooden staff and slowly jumping with the speed of everyone around him.

On the contrary, Beiqiao, the leader of the sweat towel gang who walked in the forefront, restrained the ferocity in his bones, was calm and simple, honest and clumsy, and threw it in the crowd is the standard image of a young "laborer", which is not too noticeable.

As soon as he entered here, Beiqiao was looking around in a vague manner, very curious, thinking, President Mo specially called us here today, what kind of fame is he going to do?

"Isn't it possible for us to watch the play?" he thought to himself when he saw the arrangement in the middle that seemed to be a stage.

didn't give him time to think about it, and when they were arranged to sit in the front row, Su Zhiping said in the direction of the high platform: "President, the guests are all here." ”

"Yes, welcome. Mo Yuan did not appear, only the voice came into everyone's ears.

And Su Zhiping and others had already quietly sat down in the vacant seats at this time.

In this huge underground space, there was originally a wall lamp every short distance, illuminating this space brilliantly and brightly, and suddenly, just after Mo Yuan finished speaking, all the wall lamps went out at the same time.

In an instant, the light vanished, completely and completely, and a thick darkness with no glimmer of light filled every inch of space.

At the same time, there is an indescribable depression and silence pouring into the soil in all directions, which seems to be able to suffocate people's souls.

Everyone suddenly realized that they were now in an unknown depth.

In an instant, the crowd fell into a deathly silence, but this was just an instinctive reaction to an unexpected change, and it would soon bottom out and take the initiative to make a noise.

But at this moment, Mo Yuan's voice sounded again, his voice was inexplicable, as if he was emotional, as if he was melancholy, and he whispered softly as if he was whispering to a close friend: "Guests, please allow us to tell a long story first. ”

He only said this one sentence, and his voice became softer and lighter, and at last, inaudible, as if there was a sigh, and even the sigh seemed weak.

Finally, when he finished saying this, his sense of existence faded to the point of completely disappearing into this pitch-black space.

It's just a voice, but it seems to be rendered with a strong emotion, infecting everyone present, and holding back the silence they created.

The boundless darkness was accompanied by the boundless silence, and even the breath of the person next to him could no longer be heard.

The only thing they can feel is themselves, their own breath, their own heartbeat, their purest self, their lonely self, everything outside seems to blur the boundaries of the real and the illusory, and the real is temporarily far away. It's like the chaos before the heavens and the earth open.

Suddenly, there was some movement in the deep and mysterious chaos.

All of us unconsciously pay attention and listen to all our energy.

The movement grew rapidly, and became a child's recitation in unison, although it was not completely consistent, but it was golden and vibrant.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate.

The sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and moon are shining.

......”