But they didn't dare to say this, so they could only pretend that they hadn't heard what the old man said, and the room suddenly fell into peace.

"Hum ~~"

The black-robed man, who had been lying on the bed outside with his buttocks, began to hum at this time, because he was tied up and down by ropes, so it was more difficult for him to turn around.

Seeing this, the old man on the side reached out to help pull it.

"Humble mortal, let go of your filthy hands!" the Great Demon Venerable glared at the old man viciously, and the red light in his eyes flashed extremely conspicuously in the dimly lit room.

"Hehe, Long Yang, your trick doesn't work anymore, and you still want to control the old man's mind?" the old man touched the face of the Great Demon Venerable and said with a smile.

"Humble mortal!" The Great Demon Venerable glanced at the old man with disgust, then turned his head to look at the middle-aged man opposite, and said, "Forget the way, let the deity go, the deity is willing to help you fulfill your three wishes, how about it?"

Forgetting to hear this, he looked at the Great Demon Venerable with an expressionless face, and said, "Long Yang, you can't even beat our Cloth Yi Sect Master." ”

"The deity repeats it again, that's a mistake! There is a kind of if you let go of the deity now, the deity will immediately kill back to the Buyi Sect and teach Zhang Mingyang's old boy. The Great Demon Venerable was not convinced, so angry that he slammed his head on the head of the bed, making a 'dong dong' sound.

But no one paid any attention to him, and even the old man drank his own wine and gurgled to it.

'Knock Knock~'

The sound continues.

'Knock Knock~'

Forgetting to take a look at the Great Demon Venerable, he found that the Great Demon Venerable was also looking at him: "This time it's not the deity." ”

The atmosphere in the room instantly became solemn, and four pairs of eyes looked at the door.

"Who?" a disciple asked in a deep voice after receiving the Master's motion.

At the same time, the two of them quietly walked to the door, engrossed, and their right hand had already touched the hilt of the sword on their back, ready to leave the body at any time.

"Guest, the meal you asked for is ready. The voice of the shopkeeper sounded outside the door.

The solemn atmosphere in the room disappeared at this time, and the two disciples first glanced at their master, and only after obtaining permission did they open the door and take the plate from the shopkeeper.

"Xiao Er, how far is it to go to Wanfu Mountain here. A voice of forgetfulness came from within.

"Eh!" the shopkeeper outside the door responded, and then said with a smile: "If you go back to the guests, fifteen miles west of Aeon Town is Wanfu Mountain, and the guests are also going to Wanfu Mountain to find the Lingshan faction?"

In the past few days, the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain and the Lingshan Sect have been in the limelight, at least in Aeon Town, everyone knows about it.

There was no reply inside, and the two disciples standing at the door understood, so they waved their hands to let the shopkeeper retreat.

The shopkeeper bowed slightly, and then turned around and left.

"Master, uncle, it's time to eat. The two disciples put the food on the table and called their master and uncle to eat.

"Let's eat!" Uncle Lechuan, who was lying on the edge of the bed, propped himself up, staggered to the table and sat down.

"Hiccup~!"

A long hiccup, facing the meal on the table.

Seeing this scene, Forget Tu, who was just about to walk over, quietly withdrew the foot that had stepped out, turned to the window, and said in a calm tone: "Let your uncle eat, don't be hungry for your teacher." ”

"Senior brother, don't be so polite! Come on, come on, eat together. The old man grabbed a plate of chicken and tore off a leg, opened his mouth and took a bite, and said vaguely.

Forget to look at the night outside the window, and said worriedly: "This Lingshan Sect can really cause trouble at a critical moment. ”

"It's not necessarily the Lingshan faction that is causing trouble, I'm afraid that someone is fueling it, otherwise how can a small Yihong Mansion cause such a big sensation. The old man finished nibbling on the chicken leg in his mouth, took a sip of his purple gold gourd, and teased.

"Whether it is or not, we are in a precarious situation right now. Forget Tu looked at the Great Demon Venerable on the bed, sighed lightly, and said.

"Where is the danger? Hiding in this inn every day, there are Sima Lao's people as guards outside, how safe it is!" The old man was heartless, and he smiled and grinned.

"But there are still 12 days to go until the night of the full moon on the fifteenth day, and for such a long time, there may not be any variables in it. Forget to shake his head, this time they are carrying the heavy responsibility of the sect to go down the mountain to the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, they must not mess up.

"Then Senior Brother means to change places?" the old man glanced at the Great Demon Venerable, touched the stubble under his mouth, and asked thoughtfully.

"Well, that's exactly what I mean. Forget Tu nodded, he did mean that.

"Where to go?" the old man asked directly, picking up the chicken butt and taking a bite.

"Ten Thousand Burial Mountain!" he said in a deep voice as he looked out the window into the distance.

......

In the early morning of the next day, halfway up the mountainside, the junior brother was laying bricks and tiles on the houses that had been built to prevent the rain from soaking through the roofs on rainy days.

"Senior brother, there are no villagers coming down the mountain today, right?" shouted the senior brother lying on his stomach.

Due to the Yihong Mansion incident a few days ago, the Lingshan faction became famous, and the residents of nearby villages and towns came to thank them, resulting in the aggravation of their brothers' tasks, and they only cared about receiving villagers all day long, and there was less time to build a house.

The senior brother sat on a large stone and looked up forty-five degrees in contemplation, but did not answer the junior brother's words.

"Senior brother, why have you been so distracted lately?" The senior brother couldn't help but ask curiously, since he joined the Lingshan Sect with his senior brother and became a disciple of the mountain guard, the senior brother is like this, he doesn't talk much, he doesn't do any work, he looks up at the sky at forty-five degrees every day and ponders.

"Alas......" Senior Brother sighed, looked at the junction of wasteland and green grass at the bottom of the mountain, and said, "Senior Brother is worried about the future of our Lingshan Sect. ”

"Worried, worried about what?" the junior brother was a little puzzled, unable to understand the meaning of the senior brother's words.

"It's almost fifteen. The senior brother shook his head and said with some melancholy.

Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, every fifteenth month full moon night, the mysterious power will appear again, everything on the entire Ten Thousand Burial Mountain will disappear, not a single inch of grass will grow, and all things will not exist.

Now that the Lingshan Sect is located on the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, it is destined to be unable to escape the erosion of the mysterious power from the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, and it will eventually be burned down.

"So Senior Brother, is this the reason why you don't help build the house?" the senior brother looked at his senior brother and said faintly.

When the senior brother heard this, he looked distressed and said, "Senior brother, you have misunderstood the senior brother. ”

was about to give a good lesson to his junior brother, when he glanced at his afterglow, he found that there was an official group of people walking towards Wanfu Mountain in the distance.

"Senior brother, another villager is coming, senior brother goes to tell the master, you go down to receive it. After the senior brother finished speaking, he walked up the mountain with steps.

The junior brother looked at the senior brother on the mountain, and then looked at the group of people walking in the distance, looked at it carefully, and muttered to himself: "Senior brother, it seems that something is wrong, how can there be a gift without a sword and a sword?"