Chapter Ninety-Three

Closed ghost doors

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After a few hurried words, Nangong Beauty left.

Shuo Buji said that Nangong Beauty has a noble background that is unimaginable to ordinary people, and even the head of the Qingyan Ancient School, Heng Song Zhenren, looks dull in front of her...... Not to mention Jiang Heng's background.

But why...... Shuo Buer felt: "What is your relationship with that Nangong beauty?"

"It's a friend!" Jiang Heng said: "After all, a young lady like her should be difficult to make friends here!"

"Really?" Shuo Buji was skeptical: "How can I look at the way you look at her and the way she looks at you is a little ambiguous!"

Jiang Heng smiled: "Maybe you are short-sighted and have seen flowers!"

"What is myopia?"

Shuo Buji chased after Jiang Heng, who turned to leave: "Hey, do you want to do it again, I had a new idea just now!"

"Next time!"

Jiang Heng took out the ancient rusty sword in the ring, the ancient rusty sword was sacrificed in the air, he walked lightly, and fell on the sword surface of the ancient rusty sword.

"I need to send someone...... Leave for a while. ”

Shuo Buji, who had witnessed Jiang Heng's sword flight for the first time, was naturally stunned, and when Duanmu came, he asked excitedly, "I was not wrong just now, right!

"What's so strange about this?" Duanmu said, "The people of the entire Qingyan City know that my master can fly!"

After chatting with Duanmu about the auction in Qingyan City, he knew that Jiang Heng had made such a big move at the auction.

Then he said more certainly: "I'll just say that the two of them have an affair!"

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And Jiang Heng, who was suspected by Shuo Fuji of having an affair with Nangong Beauty, flew all the way to the vicinity of Qingyan City with the sword.

He did not enter the city, but chose to stop in a forest next to the largest official road to the east of Qingyan City.

There he found a secluded spot, cleaned up the clutter nearby, and sat down cross-legged on the trunk of a tree.

The mind was condensed, and the divine consciousness quickly drilled into the Seven Lives of the Futu Realm.

Because there was no old ghost to lead the way, Jiang Heng flew all the way to the Futu Seven Realms for about three days...... Three days later, the location of the seven towering gates was found.

After stopping in front of the ghost gate, he stared at the ghost door that had been closed suspiciously: "Why is it closed?"

Try to forcibly push open the ghost gate, and be like an ant in front of the towering ghost gate, where does the ant have the strength to push such a behemoth!

Anyway, Jiang Heng still needs to wait here for some time, and in the next four days.....

Jiang Heng's divine sense sat in front of the ghost gate, trying to call out the old ghost behind the ghost gate from time to time.

However......

"It's been four days...... Plus the three days I was looking for before and it's already the seventh day!"

The old ghost's breath was still there, but in the past seven days, he had not given any response from himself.

Jiang Heng remembered that he said that the two of them were connected at that time, and if one of them couldn't bear the karmic fire, it would affect the other.

Now that I'm fine, that means the old ghost is okay too.

But why is this ghost door closed?

Just when Jiang Heng tried to get up and fly away from the Seven Lives of Futu.

There was a strange movement behind the ghost gate......

Immediately after a jade cylinder flew out, and after reaching out to catch the jade cylinder, Jiang Heng saw that it was a rumored jade cylinder, and the voice of an old ghost immediately came from inside.

Jiang Heng only learned that the old ghost's cultivation had not recovered, and he forcibly extradited three thousand red lotus karmic fires to temper Jiang Heng, and tempered himself instantly.

As a result, although he was able to bear it, he was not as lucky as Jiang Heng, and after the Red Lotus Karma burned himself, he immediately jumped out and Dao He Zhenren and Shidong Mountain, two masters, came to help him recover his body.

And the old ghost is far more injured than Jiang Heng, not to mention that no one can help him, even if there is, at this moment, his old ghost doesn't want the world to know about his existence.

So, he needed a little rest.

As for the length of time, on the one hand, it is necessary to see the degree of refining of the three thousand red lotus karmic fire by the old ghost himself, and on the other hand, it is necessary for Jiang Heng to absorb the cultivation of cultivators from time to time outside to provide him with energy.

All in all.....

"I'm going to need to swipe for a while, right?"

Jiang Heng said, then got up, stared at the tightly closed ghost door, and nodded silently: "I hope we can meet soon!"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave the Seven Lives of Futu......

There was a strange movement from the seven gates behind him, and Jiang Heng hurriedly turned around...... I saw that a ball of light had already pounced towards me.

Raised the bamboo stick in his hand and struck at the ball of light......

The ball of light strangely dodged and pounced again from the side.

Nine curves and eighteen turns, Jiang Heng and the light group overlapped in the space in front of the seven gates, flashing and dodging.

The light group had no malicious intent, but just wanted to pounce on him all the time, and Jiang Heng had a hard time making a choice in his heart......

The green bamboo stick in his hand suddenly trembled, and there was a low flute sound.

The next moment, the light group stopped moving, slowly flew to the side of the green bamboo stick, and then stopped.

After seeing that the light group was stable, Jiang Heng reached into the light group, and after taking out a book from it, the light group disappeared.

The book seems to be a musical score, called "Yangguan Three Stacks".

"Weicheng is light and dusty,

The guest house is green and willow-colored.

Persuade you to drink a glass of wine,

There is no one in the west out of Yangguan. ”

Jiang Heng's language is not so bad that he can't even distinguish this Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi".

But how can this poem appear here? And it's at the beginning of this sheet music for "Yangguan Three Stacks".

Jiang Heng remembered in his mind that this "Yangguan Three Stacks" was an ancient song, which was said to have been lost, and what remained in the world was only a mutilated piece.

What does it mean to be here at this moment?

Jiang Heng was suddenly taken aback: "Could it be that there is any connection between this place and his original world?"

Jiang Heng looked at the green bamboo stick in his hand, and since early in the morning, he often had the illusion that this thing was a dog stick beaten by Hong Qigong. At this moment, after the appearance of the score of this "Yangguan Three Stacks", this illusion seems to be unfounded.

It's just that......

It is obviously arbitrary to draw conclusions based on these two things alone.

Jiang Heng buried this suspicion deep in his heart for the time being, and then looked at the green bamboo stick in his hand and the score of "Yangguan Three Stacks".

He pondered for a moment, and finally his eyes fell on the flute hole of the green bamboo stick: "No wonder there are seven holes on this thing?

Jiang Heng held the green bamboo stick and the score of "Yangguan Three Stacks" and shouted to the seven doors: "Senior, this score is going to use this green bamboo stick......

It's just that when Jiang Heng blinked his eyes lightly, he was shocked, and a powerful force pushed himself directly out of the Futu Seven Realms.

When he tried to sneak into the Seven Beings of the Floating Slaughter Realm again, he couldn't penetrate the barrier of the Seven Beings of the Floating Slaughter.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Heng took the sheet music and muttered to himself: "Yangguan Three Stacks ......"