"I don't know what the patriarch is calling me over?" Ouyang Yi picked up a rare attribute stone on the yellow lawn.

"Be careful—be careful! If I'm not mistaken, there might be a war here!" Ouyang Yi's euphemistic female voice like a lark sounded again.

"What do you say?" Ouyang Yi walked on the way to the house where the patriarch of the Xueta Pagoda rested.

"You don't have to worry about it. ”

"Cut!" Ouyang Yi walked indignantly.

The red rose-scented tight-fitting robe sleeved top, the lower cover is an emerald green smoke yarn loose flower skirt, the waist is tied into a big bow with gold silk soft smoke, and the sideburns are low and obliquely inserted into the jasper and phoenix hairpins. The turquoise emerald smoke shirt, the scattered flower mist and green grass pleated skirt, the body is dressed in the emerald water thin smoke veil, the shoulders are shaved into the waist, and the skin is like a condensed fat gas like a quiet orchid. Coquettish and boneless. She bends her waist in a slight step, showing her wrist in a light veil. The eyes are full of spring water, and the jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin is obliquely inserted on the head. The fragrant jade is tender and delicate, and the fingers are like cutting the root of the onion, such as containing Zhu Dan, and the smile is moving.

The woman passed by Ouyang Yi's side.

"By the way, do you know the land of legends?" Ouyang Yi asked the soul in his mind.

But there was no response in his mind, a deathly silence.

"Why don't you speak?" Ouyang Yi asked again.

But still quietly.

The woman who had just walked past Ouyang Yi stopped.

"Run!" The voice in Ouyang Yi's mind suddenly sounded again.

The woman turned her head.

At a glance, it is crowded and disorganized, but on closer inspection, these people are people from different walks of life, engaged in various activities. There are some vendors and many tourists on the west side of the bridge. There are knives, scissors, and miscellaneous goods on the stalls. There are those who sell tea, and there are those who read fortunes. Many visitors leaned on the railings on the side of the bridge, or pointed or watched the boats passing by in the river. On the sidewalk in the middle of the bridge, there is a bustling flow of people, some are sitting in sedan chairs, some are riding horses, some are carrying burdens, some are driving donkeys to carry goods, and some are pushing wheelbarrows...... The south side of the bridge is connected to the main street. On both sides of the street are teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, workshops. There are also many small vendors with large umbrellas in the open spaces on both sides of the street. The streets stretch east and west to the quieter suburbs outside the city, but there are still pedestrians on the streets: some carrying burdens, some driving ox carts to deliver goods, some driving donkeys to pull wagons, and some stopping to enjoy the scenery of the Bianhe River. With the tall castle tower as the center, the houses on both sides are lined up, and there are tea houses, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public houses, and so on. In addition, there are medical clinics, car repairs, fortune telling, face trimming and plastic surgery, all walks of life, everything, the head of the big store is also tied to the "Cailou Huanmen" There are businessmen doing business, there are gentry watching the street scene, there are officials riding horses, there are hawkers, there are family members who ride in a sedan chair, there are monks with feet carrying baskets, there are tourists from other places who ask for directions, there are street children who listen to stories, there are children of wealthy families who drink in restaurants, there are disabled old people who beg on the edge of the city, men, women and children, farmers and businessmen, three religions and nine streams, everything. Transportation vehicles: sedan chairs, camels, ox and horse carts, rickshaws, Taiping cars, flat-headed cars, all kinds of things. Colors and shapes are displayed in front of people's eyes.

The woman turned back and went her own way.

"What's going on, why did I get to the top of the house all of a sudden?" Ouyang Yi stood on the roof of a hotel. Look at the dense crowd of people on the streets.

"Aren't you in a hurry to see the patriarch? ”

Ouyang Yi came to a wooden door and knocked gently. Ban Xiang still didn't respond, "Excuse me!" Ouyang Yi pushed the door in.

"Patriarch, may I ask what is the matter with finding a disciple?" Ouyang Yi saw it.

In the room, there is a large case of pear marble, on which there are various celebrity legal texts, and dozens of treasure inkstones, various color pen holders, and pens inserted in the sea of pens are like woods. On that side, there is a big Ru kiln flower sac, and a bag full of crystal balls is inserted in the white chrysanthemum. On the west wall, there is a large rice Xiangyang's "Smoke and Rain Map", and a couplet is hung on the left and right, which is Yan Lugong's ink, and its word cloud: Yanxia idle bones, Quanshiye career. There is a big tripod on the case. On the left red sandalwood shelf is a large plate of a large official kiln, which contains dozens of delicate yellow and exquisite Buddha's hands. On the right lacquer shelf hangs a white jade flounder, and next to it hangs a small hammer. The couch is a stepping bed with a green double-embroidered flower and grass insect gauze tent. It gives people the impression that the overall width is dense and the details are dense, full of a chic and elegant bookish atmosphere.

The patriarch sat in the middle of the room, his back to Ouyang Yi. Sitting like a mountain, unwavering.

Seeing this, Ouyang Yi thought that the patriarch was testing him, and he also meditated in place, closing his eyes and meditating.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's been an hour!" the voice in his head sounded again.

"Don't argue, this is the patriarch's test for me!" Ouyang Yi thought to himself.

"Go and see, you're stupid!" the voice scolded.

After another half an hour, Ouyang Yi finally couldn't help it, he stood up and came to the patriarch, "Patriarch......"

As soon as he reached out and touched it, the patriarch's body collapsed to the ground as if it were a bag full of water.

"Patriarch! Patriarch!" Ouyang Yi shouted, of course the patriarch did not react, he held a jade bi tightly in his hand.

Suddenly, Ouyang Yi wrinkled his nose and sniffed, "It's over!"

The sharp tongues of fire had licked through the wooden shed and the hallway porch and scurried into the wooden shed, but it seemed to be full of oil drums. A series of crackling pops came from the rooftop, seemingly with deliberate contempt. Ouyang Yi rolled out of the oil drum dripping with kerosene, and saw many students and soldiers rushing here. An old man with a dark face and gray hair stood in front of the army, raising his demonstrative fist and shouting, "Ouyang Yi, you killed the patriarch and wanted to set fire to destroy the evidence!"

"It's not me!" Ouyang Yi shouted, the wooden shed was already submerged in the smoke, and from time to time there was a crisp sound from inside, several red fire bands hung down from the roof, waving in midair, and the wooden walls had been burned into white fences. The smoke blocked his breathing and obscured his eyes. Sparks fell from the roof, burning his skin.

"That's right, set yourself on fire, burn yourself to death!" came a cry from outside.

"Get out of here, it's going to explode!" Ouyang Yi screamed in his head.

Ouyang Yi was about to use his ability to smash the window frame, when suddenly there was a muffled bang, and the roof was shaken and trembled, he knew that it was a kerosene drum explosion. The roof above him was also on fire, crackling and crackling, and the red flames rushed through the window, and he was roasted very badly. Thick smoke was blowing in his face, countless fire snakes were climbing up the stairs, and there was a sound like iron teeth gnawing wood from below, Ouyang Yi stood there dumbfounded, he was helpless, his ability was not strong enough to extinguish this fire.

"Where's your attribute stone, idiot?" The sudden rush in his head made him suddenly realize, he took out the rare attribute stone, and there was no choice but to spell it.

Ouyang Yi flowed his abilities towards the attribute stone.

The wind suddenly blew around the attribute stone, and the leaves moved with the wind, and the wind whined the branches, and the rhythm of the grass nine feet away stopped. Immediately after that, the wind became stronger and stronger, emitting a white light, rolling up the sparse stars, and the seal became larger and larger, and the naked eye could see the wisps of white mist in the wind. The wind, getting stronger, the fog, getting thicker. Not long after, a white cyclone formed around the center of the boulder.

At the moment when the cyclone formed, the light of the stars stopped flickering, but instead of getting weaker, it became stronger and stronger. The light of the stars slowly condensed into a silver glow that flowed into the boulder, and if you looked closely, it looked like a silver ribbon being dragged into it by the boulder.

Everything was gone in an instant......

The white moonlight passed through the shadows of the trees, reflecting pale white spots on the black and inky ground. The bleak woods on the side of the road stood one by one, wet marks of dew, reflecting the silvery white light of the moonlight. The quiet and uninhabited road, silently exuding the taste of loneliness, the street lamp is probably short-circuited, from the yellow old lampshade from time to time flashes a faint light, the light is a little strange, a moment white, a moment yellow, always dim and matte. It turned out to be a moth chasing the source of the lamp, constantly flapping on the lampshade, and its weak wings had the perseverance to never give up, following the light that might kill it, the light it could not give up.

The bewitching woman walked up to Ouyang Yi, who was lying under the tree panting.

"Found you!"

The dark night seemed to be smeared heavily on the sky, and there was not even a glimmer of stars.