"How is it, do you have a sense?" Seeing Mu Yiyang's surprised face, the old man in gray asked.

"It's a little bit. Mu Yiyang said.

"What does it feel like?" Looking at Mu Yiyang, the old man in gray looked expectant, and his eyes were a little hot.

"That's it...... Warm and comfortable. Being looked at like this by the old man in gray, Mu Yiyang was a little embarrassed.

"No?" the old man in gray asked, seemingly unconvinced.

"It should be gone!" Mu Yiyang said innocently, but seeing a rare look of disappointment on the face of the old man in gray, he was a little worried, and said softly: "Fu Bo, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a little unwilling. The old man in gray said gloomily.

"Is this something very important?" Mu Yiyang wondered.

"I guess so! But I don't know. Since you are destined for it, I will give it to you, and maybe it can play a special role in your hands. As he spoke, the old man in gray suddenly laughed.

"Is it because I feel the warmth?" Looking at the white ancient jade, and then at the old man in gray, Mu Yiyang was puzzled.

"It all started when we first met. The old man in gray said.

"Three years ago?" Mu Yiyang asked.

"That's good!" The old man in gray nodded, and continued: "Three years ago, the valley lord got the news of Miss Yue'er, I went with him on a trip to Hanzhou, and when I passed by that place, this piece of white ancient jade suddenly became extremely hot, and through its guidance, I sensed your breath and found you dying from the pile of dead people. ”

"I didn't expect there to be such a thing, it seems that I have to thank it!" Playing with the white ancient jade, Mu Yiyang said with a sincere face, and the old man in gray nodded undeniably.

"But, then again, what does this piece of jade have to do with the man in white recognizing me?" Then, Mu Yiyang continued to ask.

"Originally, it didn't matter, but she had seen this piece of jade once before, and remembered its special aura, thinking that the aura on your body should be very similar to this piece of jade, she mistakenly thought that you were my disciple!" said the old man in gray.

"Disciple, why did you mention me to him?" Mu Yi raised his eyebrows and frowned slightly, and asked.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that she took a fancy to this piece of ancient jade and wanted to exchange it, but I was embarrassed to refuse, so I had to tell her that this was a token to be left to my descendants, which led to this misunderstanding. However, thanks to this misunderstanding, otherwise she would not have saved you!" explained the old man in gray.

"I see, no wonder she will help me, it seems that I can get out of danger or the credit of Fu Bo!" Raising his head and looking at the old man in gray, Mu Yiyang said with a smile.

"I have something to do, I have to go out, you stay here first!" After a while, the old man in gray suddenly stood up and spoke, his face returning to a cold appearance.

"Is there an emergency, when will you come back?" Mu Yiyang asked casually, not noticing the change in the face of the old man in gray.

"It's not a big deal, it's just going to meet a friend and I'll be back soon. Stay well, tomorrow, I'll take you to Miss. As he spoke, the old man in gray turned around, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes.

"Fauber, you forgot your dagger with you. Looking at a short knife placed beside him, Mu Yiyang reminded.

"You can keep it! I'm too old to use it!" the old man in gray paused and said in an indifferent tone, but he didn't look back.

The dagger had been with him all his life, and it had witnessed every important moment in his life, and it had long been an indispensable part of his life. But he's too old to hold it anymore, and it's time to let it go.

Walking out of the cave, a cool breeze came to his face, and the old man in gray was melancholy, and suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Mu Yiyang for the first time.

In fact, the moment Mu Yiyang picked up the dagger, his short knife had already been against his chest, but he didn't know why, that day, that knife, he was never able to stab into it.

Maybe he's been old since then!

......

The night is coming to an end.

Outside the Yaowang Valley, on Xiaosonggang, the old man surnamed Wan and his party were meditating cross-legged, and there was silence.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, in the darkness, without warning, a sonic boom suddenly sounded, but countless sharp arrows flashed through the sky with cold light, and the speed was fast.

"It's not good, there is an enemy attack!" The old man surnamed Wan suddenly woke up, shouted, and flew out first.

"Phantom Slash!"

The red light on the old man surnamed Wan circulated extremely quickly, he clenched the long sword in his hand, and with a sword slash, a half-moon-shaped fiery red light flew out, becoming bigger and bigger. Wrapped in a wave of qi, it swept towards the dark arrows in the air, colliding violently together.

"Bang Bang!"

Blocked by the air waves, the iron arrows in the air quickly rolled out and flew back to the original place, and the person who shot the arrow was unexpected, and hurriedly resisted with his sword, making a crisp sound.

Immediately after, a group of male and female disciples behind the old man surnamed Wan also reacted quickly, the light on his body flickered, and as soon as his figure moved, he waved the weapon in his hand and slaughtered the black-clothed man wearing a grimace mask that suddenly appeared in front of him, and Xiao Songgang suddenly made a mess.

"Master, our whereabouts have been leaked, what should we do?" In the midst of the chaos, the bald man came to the old man surnamed Wan and whispered.

"There is a traitor in the sect, we have fallen for the trick, quickly go to the Medicine King Valley to inform the young master, let her give up the task and return to the sect immediately!"

"How do I get in touch with her?" said the bald man, a little anxiously.

"Everywhere she goes, she will sprinkle honeysuckle pollen in a sheltered place as a mark, you need to be careful to sense, don't make a mistake!" As he spoke, the red light on the old man surnamed Wan flowed, rushing out like lightning, and fighting with the man in black again.

......

On the high cliff, there is silence and no one.

The old man in gray and the woman in white arrived almost at the same time in no particular order, and after glancing at each other, they both nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Is that kid okay!" the two stood still, and the woman in white spoke first.

"Fortunately, you found it in time, otherwise this Medicine King Valley would only have one more unjust soul!" said the old man in gray indifferently.

"Did Cheng Grace Ling ask for him?" the woman in white then asked.

"Not bad. The old man in gray replied.

"How long have you been lurking in the Medicine King Valley?" said the woman in white with some curiosity.

"It's been ten years, and it's been the longest I've been dormant. The old man in gray sighed.

"It seems that this Blood Spirit Bead is really important to your Ghost Villa! it took ten years to bury such a secret son as you, no wonder Shen Wanqing couldn't guard against it. The woman in white scoffed.

"Your Haoran Sect is not bad, in order for you to become the white-clothed envoy of our Ghost Villa, you have sacrificed a lot of shadows!"

"For the sake of the common people in the world, someone should always stand up, this is righteousness, and sacrifice is inevitable. The woman in white said in a firm tone.

"For the sake of the common people, the world is so big, how small the manpower is, who has the ability to make decisions for all sentient beings? Little girl, you are still too young!" the old man in gray sneered.

"Naturally, personal ability can't do it, but our Haoran Sect is willing to set an example, set a life for the people, seek happiness for all living beings, and seek a future for the common people in the world!" As she spoke, the woman in white suddenly became excited, and her voice became louder.

"Make a life for the people?" As he spoke, the old man in gray paused for a moment, and then pointed in the direction of the Medicine King Valley and said to the woman in white: "Hmph! What a shame to say! When you said this, did you ask the people below who were being slaughtered? How innocent are they, and who will make the decision for them? Is it up to you?"

Hearing this, the woman in white was obviously stagnant in her breathing, and said in a cold voice: "The disciples of our branch hall are on their way here, and they will be here soon!"

"When they come, I'm afraid they'll all be dead!" the old man in gray sneered.

"We will avenge them, they will not die in vain!" said the woman in white, her voice getting lower and lower, and there was a clear sense of loss in her words.

"You can't fight Ghost Hill like you. Seeing that the woman in white was relieved, the old man in gray sighed lightly.

"Why?" said the woman in white.

"Because you've never seen real ghosts, and they're lurking around you, and they could stab you in the back at any moment!" said the old man in gray.

"Ghost?" the woman in white looked a little puzzled.

"Yes, it's a ghost. There are ghosts in every corner of people, but only in places where there is constant strife will there be ghosts, ghosts are only scary at best, but ghosts can manipulate people's hearts, and they can play a role far from what you can imagine. What is moving in front of you now is only the ghost at the bottom of the Ghost Villa, and the ghost is the real power of the Ghost Villa!" said this, and the old man in gray suddenly felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

"So Ghost Hill has come to this point? The woman in white said abruptly, her back looking very gloomy.

"Are you a ghost?" asked the woman in white after a while.

"I thought I was. As he spoke, the old man in gray smiled helplessly.

"Can you tell us why you turned your back on Ghost Villa?" asked the woman in white again.

Hearing this, the gray-clothed old man's body stiffened suddenly, and he had mixed feelings in his heart, but he didn't know where to start.

Is it because of disappointment, or is it because I'm lonely? Or is it because I'm alone?

What is it for, the old man in gray can't say clearly, maybe it's just because he's been hiding all his life and he's tired!

"Maybe I'm old!" After a long silence, the old man in gray said softly, but stopped talking.