Wind Dance came to a town a hundred miles away from the Hidden Corpse Mountain, which was the closest town to the Hidden Corpse Mountain. There are hundreds of homes in the town, but the only thing that stands out is the canal that runs through the center of the city, with an old stone bridge that is mottled by time, but which the locals worship as if it were a holy bridge. It has been said for generations that the bridge could suppress the dead bodies around them and keep them safe for eternity.

As in the old days, the people of the town lived a repetitive life. In front of the holy bridge, there are people who bow down reverently and thank it for its shelter.

"Strange, why does every time I get close to this holy bridge, the Divine Rainbow will appear strange?"

In the land of his spiritual sea, the originally colorful divine rainbow seemed to have been pulled by something, and it actually fluttered and danced above the spiritual sea, and it was not clear whether it was a warning of danger or what.

Wind Dancing has been observing the Holy Bridge for more than an hour, and although the Holy Bridge does not have any aura revealed, every time his divine sense wants to explore this Holy Bridge, it is as if a high wall is blocking it.

Legend has it that there were cultivators who passed by here, and they also discovered the strange mystery of the Holy Bridge, and they sat on the Holy Bridge and searched for it, but the result was nothing, some left, and some persevered, but it didn't take long for them to go crazy.

In the simplicity, there seems to be a kind of heaven and earth avenue hidden in it. Fascinated by it, but not knowing what it is, it makes people ponder, but they don't get anything.

At this moment, a strange and familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Feng Shaoxia, Dan Yuanzi is really destined for you, and he actually met you here." ”

Feng Wuyan looked at it, it was really Dan Yuanzi who was carrying a big gourd, and he was looking at himself for a long time at the moment.

Taking a step back vigilantly, Feng Wuyan smiled and said, "Senior Dan Yuanzi, why are you here?"

"I still remember that night, Yun Mudao and Man Wuxian made trouble in Longguang Ancient Temple, Venerable Innocent had no choice but to make a move, Longguang Ancient Temple was destroyed in one fell swoop, and I couldn't find you with the mourners. Later, Crying Mourner insisted on entering the Nine Emperor Mountain, and I was afraid of the wind dragon and the dead spirit, so I parted ways with her. ”

"That's the ...... seniors who came here."

"I passed by by accident, passed by accident, and happened to see Feng Shaoxia here, so I came to say hello. "Crying mourners would do that, Feng Wuyan was not surprised at all, but to Dan Yuanzi, he would never believe that this was just a chance encounter. It is even very possible that Dan Yuanzi learned from the crying mourner that he would come to the Hidden Corpse Mountain sooner or later, so he waited here for the rabbit.

"Since my predecessors are here to travel the mountains and rivers, I don't bother my predecessors, I still have urgent matters, so I will leave. After Feng Wuyan finished speaking, he fled and left, he can still remember leaving from Longguang Ancient Temple that day, and heard the sound of the green snake "silk". Dan Yuanzi must have bad intentions and bad intentions.

After Feng Wuyan turned around, he didn't enter the crowd and walked very fast, only to find that Dan Yuanzi didn't follow, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

At night, the wind dancer stayed at an inn. This night is particularly quiet, the moon is particularly round, and it is also extraordinarily clear, and the moonlight leaks from the window, as empty as water, and it is picturesque.

Feng Wuyan looked at the moon in the sky, and his heart seemed to bloom with the large petals and thousands of stacks of tulip flowers, the mysterious tutu girl on the bright moon peak, and the Qixingtang Shaohua triumphantly testified......

"I don't know if Senior Sister Zhang is okay?" The past came back to him, and Feng Wuyan couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

At this moment, the sound of the woe hole flute came, the initial agility was ethereal, the rhyme was full, mellow and interesting, like the beauty of depositing a rich heritage, rippling with the ripples of people's hearts.

After a few moments, the man seemed to remember something sad. A thread, a wisp, the tune is low and roundabout, like clouds rolling up, like the ebb and flow of the tide, like a country sound, it is easy to arouse the softness in people's hearts, ecstasy, and moving. It seems to be catharsis of endless longing and the loneliness of the long night.

For some reason, when immersed in the sound of the flute, Feng Wuyan was inexplicably more worried about Zhang Yueyao, his heart was surging, and his breathing was rough, especially when he remembered the night when he slashed the dragon and swore away the water and sunken wooden coffin, his hands were clenched, his knuckles "gurgled", and his eyes erupted with bloodlust like killing, and he couldn't wait to kill the mountain of hidden corpses now.

But at this moment, the tune changed again, like a mother caressing a restless young baby, like flowing water flowing across a small bridge, like a quiet force, which made his excited heart gradually cool.

After waking up, the wind danced and realized that the original tune also had such magic. Fortunately, the owner of the cave flute had no bad intentions, otherwise he would have lost his mind a long time ago.

"Thank you seniors for soothing my mind!" Through the window, Wind Dance saluted to the opposite room.

"Brother Tai is polite. A voice also came back from the other side, "It's the sound of my flute that makes you uneasy, this is my cause, I'll soothe it for you, it's a matter of course." It's cold tonight, so please rest early, because you miss too much and it's easy to hurt yourself. ”

"Seniors too!" Feng Wuyan saluted again, closed the window, and slowly fell into a dream.

This night, he slept very badly, because in his confusion, there always seemed to be the sound of the "slightest ......" of the snake hyacinth, and whenever this time, the laughter full of longing would ring in his ears again, one after another, disturbing his heart.

"Could it be that Dan Yuanzi's ghost is still lingering?" Feng Wuyan thought of Dan Yuanzi's green snake, which could track the target within a hundred miles, how could he not find himself?

"Whoosh!" sounded outside the window, and the sound of Feihong Pi breaking through the air sounded, and Feng Wuyan shuddered at the thought that Dan Yuanzi was still following him, and quickly fled the guest room.

"Hmph, you dare to spoil my good deeds!" a furious accusation rang out outside the guest room where laughter had been played last night.

"The young people can still save themselves when they are lost. ”

"How can you be sure that he is a good person? I am a bad person? I tell you, he is a heinous and wicked person, and I want to get rid of him, but I can't fight him, so I want to attack him at night. ”

"Whoever enters my flute must be a man of affection and righteousness, who entered my flute last night, but you did not. ”

......

Crossing the land of hundreds of miles of black smoke and miasma, the wind dance fell on the Tibetan corpse mountain of the peak and valley, where the road is repaired, there is not the slightest snow, the trees are wrapped in dry grass, from the cold damage, there are occasional Shenwu disciples on the mountain, they cultivate to be shallow, but incomparably happy, mutual assistance, no intrigue, the hidden corpse mountain can be said to be a paradise.

"Is this really the Hidden Corpse Mountain where the Shenwu Cult is located?" Feng Wuyan was a little unconvinced, he had been observing outside for a long time, and everything he saw was unexpected. However, he heard an important news, that is, the day of the holy sacrifice has not yet come, and Zhang Yueyao is still safe.

"There's a traitor!" someone shouted from the mountain.

Then there was a flying rainbow on the mountain that escaped at a very fast speed, and there were three or four rays of light behind it, and there were hundreds of Divine Martial Sect disciples on the ground chasing the light, shouting and shouting to kill.

"Woman, you can't escape!" someone in the air shouted, and then the cross-sword flew out, and the blow hit the escaping light.

"Cult, I won't let you go!" The woman's path was blocked, and she fell to the ground helplessly, and the religious uniform on her body burst out, revealing her original face.

Dressed in a pink gauze skirt, but twenty years old, she is clear and beautiful, and there is a little cinnabar mark on her eyebrows.

"Cinnabar Mark, are you from the Qingxuan Sect?"