After saying goodbye to Xu Han, Ye Hongjian was in a very good mood.

Humming a little song in her mouth, she walked to the top of the mountain.

The hour was not early, and most of the courtyards on the top of the mountain had been turned off and the lights had been turned off, so I went to bed early.

After Si Bai left the customs, a series of arrangements made the entire mountain gate busy, whether it was the elder deacon or the personal disciples, they were tired enough, and they really didn't have the energy to do anything at night.

But only at the edge of these courtyards, next to a small courtyard, there are still candles. At the door, a pale man in a green shirt was standing here, silent as a sculpture, as quiet as a spirit.

Ye Hongjian was slightly stunned when he saw the figure clearly, and then put away the smile on his face.

She walked slowly up to the man, the look in her eyes a little colder.

"How?" asked the man in the green shirt.

"It's a little worse, but it's better than before, and I always wanted to be in a safe corner. ”

"I see that you beauty seems to have trapped yourself in this beautiful trick. The man said again, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

"Isn't it good?" Ye Hongjian tilted his head and looked at the man.

"Okay?" the man asked rhetorically.

"Beauty with heroes, good. Ye Hongjian is very determined.

"Is he a hero?" the man asked.

"Not yet. Ye Hongjian's dark eyes rolled, "But sooner or later." ”

When the man heard this, he was slightly stunned, and finally nodded. "But as you wish. ”

"It will be as I wish. ”

At that time, the night wind was blowing, and the girl was smiling like a flower.

......

Three days later.

There was a mess in Linglong Pavilion.

A disciple on the Great Huan Peak suddenly went crazy at night, killed three disciples who slept with him in a row, and never stopped, and broke out of the room, injuring seven people in a row, before being killed on the spot by the disciples of the Sword Holding Hall who rushed there.

The mountain gate lieutenant spread the news of this matter to the gods, saying that the disciple was possessed by demons, his eyes were red, and he was clearly a scholar but extremely powerful, and the four disciples of the Sanyuan Realm took action to kill him.

In the thousands of years since the establishment of the Linglong Pavilion, except for thirty years ago, Zhong Chang hated to kill his own demonic master, such a thing has never happened. The top level of Linglong Pavilion was shaken, and Si Bai had ordered a strict investigation into the matter.

But the aftermath of this matter has not subsided, and in the next two days, the disciples of the three peaks have all developed such symptoms, and in the past five days, a total of seven people with such symptoms have appeared.

There was a moment of panic in the Linglong Pavilion.

On this day, Xu Han opened his eyes from the meditation.

His brows were deeply furrowed, and he was very depressed.

The injuries caused to him by Si Bai have healed, and he has been trying to find a way to fuse the inner dan with the sword type for the past few days, after such a long time, the inner dan and the sword type are almost blended together, but the last step, he can't take a step, which makes him a little irritable. But fortunately, the cultivation of his physical body has made obvious progress, and he has reached the verge of breaking through.

Xu Han shook his head and shook off the irritability in his heart.

After all, you can't be impatient when it comes to cultivation.

With this in mind, he looked up at the sky, and it was already noon.

There was a crackling sound in the back room, thinking that Qin Keqing was preparing lunch.

Xu Han sat down at the stone table, and Xuan'er, who was basking in the sun in the courtyard, jumped into Xu Han's arms at that time, it rubbed Xu Han affectionately, and then lay on his lap and curled up lazily and took a nap.

Xu Han smiled slightly, stroked the smooth hair on Xuan'er's back, and his mood was inexplicably better.

At this moment, a figure walked in at the gate of the courtyard.

Seeing this, Xu Han smiled slightly, "Brother Song, what's wrong?"

The person who came was Song Yueming, who came here on time for dinner every day these days, Xu Han was not surprised, but today, the young man's expression seemed to be a little wrong.

"Hey. Song Yueming sat beside Xu Han, and before she could speak, she let out an old-fashioned sigh.

"Another one. ”

Song Yueming said.

Xu Han was stunned for a moment, and probably guessed what this so-called one meant.

His brow furrowed at that moment.

"Fortunately, I listened to Brother Xu's words and didn't practice that sword technique. Song Yueming patted his chest with some fear, but soon thought of those senior brothers who were in full swing. "However, Linglong Pavilion continues to practice like this..."

"Linglong Pavilion looks like it's come to an end. Xu Han took over the conversation and said with deep eyes.

For this so-called first sect in the world, Xu Han actually doesn't have too many feelings. But no matter what you say, Ning Zhumang and Zhong Chang were kind to him, and seeing the Linglong Pavilion that they had spent their lives guarding with their life's experience going to perish, they still didn't know it, and Xu Han's heart was not comfortable. "Brother Xu, why don't we explain this matter to Elder Sikong?" Song Yueming gritted his teeth and said suddenly.

When Xu Han heard this, he glanced at Song Yueming, "Brother Song really doesn't have a long memory, have you forgotten how Lang Chaosha treated you a few days ago?"

"Lang Chaosha is Lang Chaosha, and he can't represent the entire Linglong Pavilion. Song Yueming was very dissatisfied and argued.

"Lang Chaosha naturally can't represent Linglong Pavilion, but Brother Song thinks that Xu can see the sword trick in question, and with Elder Sikong's vision, he can't see it?" Xu Han asked with squinted eyes.

When Song Yueming heard this, his body was shocked, he couldn't think of such a simple truth, Xu Han said this, how could he not be transparent.

A look of horror rose to his eyebrows at that time, he looked at Xu Han in a daze, and asked a little stammeringly, "That... That... What is Elder Sikong doing this for?"

His voice was extremely dry and even faintly hoarse.

"The ghost is confused, and the mind is dizzy. Xu Han's extremely simple comment was in one sentence.

Song Yueming suddenly fell silent, he lowered his head and thought for a long time before he raised his head again and looked at Xu Han: "Is Linglong Pavilion just like this?"

"The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, not to mention the Linglong Pavilion, I just want to save it, it is not you and me, I have to find another way. Xu Han said in a deep voice.

"What's the way?" Song Yueming's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she asked impatiently.

"Since that's the point, Xu wants to ask Brother Song, if Linglong Pavilion goes on like this, what is Brother Song's plan?" Xu Han's face turned straight and he asked.

Song Yueming's face was also gloomy at that time, he looked straight at Xu Han, and after a long time, he said: "The master and I have the grace of nurturing, if it really comes to that point, Song has the responsibility to live and die with the sect." ”

At that time, the young man's waist was straight, his eyes were like torches, and his arrogance was like a tiger.

Xu Han's words of persuasion had already been typed, but after witnessing the young man's expression, he finally swallowed it back into his stomach.

"Then what is the method that Brother Xu is talking about?" the young man asked again.

Xu Han shook his head and did not speak.

He just glanced at Song Yueming deeply.

Said in my heart.

That's the way you go...

(End of chapter)