It was already the middle of the night, Qin Hao had already finished eating and was wandering around the spirit hall, "Hey, this person really doesn't appreciate it, he said that he would invite him to a meal, but he refused to come." Qin Hao sighed, seeing that there were not many people on the road, he planned to go back to the house, and he already knew the layout of this place after turning around, except for the places that could not be entered inside, this outer hall was not even finished.

There weren't many people in the inn left, it was empty, only the shopkeeper was sitting at the front desk, and the shopkeeper's eyes closed as if he felt Qin Hao come in: "This boarder, aren't you worried about the entrance exam, everyone has gone to the room to practice so late." Qin Hao thought to himself that this group of people was really fascinated: "Boss, don't worry, little brother, I have my own way." ”

The man waited for Qin Hao to go upstairs and suddenly laughed: "It seems that I have just come into contact with the rules of the Spirit Palace, I think I have been working hard for fifteen years, hey, the young man now." Qin Hao heard what the boss said on the stairs, and he couldn't help but feel a little afraid in his heart, the cultivation of the people here may be much higher than himself, but he has not been exposed to any related matters, and he has not heard his uncle say that there will be this kind of selection.

The entire corridor is constantly full of fluctuations of spiritual power, it seems that the people here are also working hard, Qin Hao walked to his room, and when he was about to swipe the card to open the door, he remembered that he had forgotten about that person, and in the afternoon, that person was really shocked by his release of Lingkui.

He took out the room card from his pocket, swiped it on the door, and with a click, the door popped open, and he couldn't hear the movement in the room but couldn't feel the fluctuations in the spiritual power inside. Qin Hao saw that his bed was still exactly the same as before leaving, and the mobile phone was also charged in the original position, it seemed that the person either went out or slept together.

The TV was still playing the channel before leaving, Qin Hao walked through the bathroom and just took a step before he found that there was a person sitting on the bed against the wall next to him, this person was the mysterious person he met in the afternoon, Qin Hao thought to himself, maybe he fell asleep while sitting and cultivating. He went back to his bed, and as soon as he lay on the bed after two days of tiredness, his whole body immediately relaxed.

He remembered that in the afternoon, although he didn't know what this person's name was, but he was sure that his strength would definitely not be weak, he took out the photo frame from his backpack and looked at himself on it, if his parents would not disappear, he would not be so lonely.

What often appears in his dreams, Qin Hao never believed that there would be such an existence as a spiritual cultivator in this world, he has been living an ordinary life under the education of his uncle since he was a child, and it was only when he met Yu that made his life more colorful. The scene in the photo frame, how beautiful it is in the dream, nothing will happen, every time I have a birthday, I am accompanied by my parents.

Qin Hao put the photo frame up and turned to look at the mysterious person, this person obviously had never been to the city, and he didn't even bring money, but he was kind enough to let him sleep in a double room with him, looking at Qin Hao's eyes that he didn't believe a little, he put on his shoes and walked to look at this person closely.

Yes, yes, he watched with his own eyes that this person's hair was slowly getting longer and slowly becoming messy, Qin Hao's hand shook in front of his face, and he still didn't react. Putting his face up to see his reaction, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a piece of paper on the bed, he picked it up, and painted scattered images on it, circled several irregular discs, forming a straight line from top to top, and looked like it. "Could it be that this is a painting of Xiuling Mountain? Qin Hao looked at it again, that's right, it's the map here.

From the beginning of the mountain road, there were arrows pointing to the Spirit Temple, but they did not stop but bypassed the Spirit Temple, until the arrows on the back mountain pointed to a red circle, and I didn't pay attention to it when I went up the mountain, could it be that there was another way besides the original mountain road? ”

As soon as the words fell, the room was suddenly filled with spiritual power, rushing towards Qin Hao like a dam releasing water, which felt the same as when he released Lingkui in the afternoon!