Shimen Pass is particularly bleak today, and there is not a single disciple on the gate, and there is not a passer-by on the passerby. Mu Ziyun flew from the east, and saw a figure shrinking in the cold wind from a distance, and flew there as soon as his heart was hot.

After the "Huzi" fell, Mu Ziyun said, "What about the others, didn't they come?" “

Huzi stood on the ground with the triangular stone hammer, put his hands in his sleeves, and replied: "Here, everyone discussed that the target was too big and easy to be discovered, so they changed places." “

"Uh-oh."

"Did you save the woman?"

"Saved, uh, she..."

"Hmph" Huzi said sarcastically: "I must have run away without farting, I have already told you that every good thing in Chashan has been told a long time ago." “

Mu Ziyun smiled comfortably and said, "You're right, hahaha... Listen to you in the future, go, and follow me to do something big. ”

"Well," Huzi lifted the hammer to his shoulder and said, "You still have to come back to entertain me." ”

The two of them crossed the stone gate and walked to the east of the thorny land.

The second time they entered the Eastern Regions, the two of them brought enough water and dry food, and were ready to get lost, but along the black grass, they flew in less than half a day to arrive at the Hundred Refining Soldier Road, to be precise, it was the old site of the sect before the Hundred Refining Soldier Dao was destroyed.

The war only lasted for more than a month, and the people of the Hundred Refining Soldiers were gone, but the grass was blooming, and several towers and wooden frames were turned over on the long river that ran through the Hundred Refining Soldiers. Easily entering through the door, the interior was still freshly decorated, but with a thin layer of dust, which was blown away by the wind.

It was as if nothing had happened, everything was placed in place, and the wake-up bell hanging on the stone platform was still buzzing, but the boiler was no longer smoking, the vertical lamp in the refining room was no longer lit, and there was no one in the huge sect.

Mu Ziyun and Huzi walked in it, and sighed with emotion, if Qingshan Peak was defeated, it would be like this.

"We're not familiar with this, how do we find things." Huzi pushed open the door with a hammer, stretched his neck and poked inside, and was immediately smoked back by the pungent smell wafting out. "Why does it stink so much!

"Where you knock gold and iron, how fragrant can you expect him to be, Nuo, isn't that the main hall, go there and take a look." Mu Ziyun pointed to the tall building in front of him and said.

"When Luqiu Gongliang's group of people withdrew, they must have taken all the documents away, and besides, they can deal with the demon by reading a few documents?"

"Their records are the oldest and most comprehensive in Huzhou, although the demon organization appeared in the past hundred years, it may not have been produced during this period, maybe there are some secrets."

Call... Call.... The wind in the Eastern Regions is obviously much stronger, the two of them stopped talking nonsense, and immediately flew into the main hall, although it is the main hall, after entering, they found that it is just the decoration of ordinary people's homes, it seems that the life in the Eastern Regions is not easy, and the Hundred Refining Soldiers need to be frugal everywhere.

Huzi sat down on the chair in the middle, leaned his head back, kicked his legs straight, and shouted: "Comfortable... Why did the old man of Song Benshan scatter the sect, with the skills in his hands, whoever wins the war will not be too much for the hundred refining soldiers, and it is too late to raise it. “

Mu Ziyun rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the house, and unconsciously walked away along the corridor between several buildings, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Looking for it like this, you have to find what year and month." “

Hurrah rumble.. Booming, suddenly heard a sound, Mu Ziyun immediately ran to the source of the sound, but returned to the main hall, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Huzi standing by the collapsed wall, probing inside.

Seeing Mu Ziyun coming, Huzi smiled and said, "You don't look carefully, there is a dark room here." “

"Oh no, I really didn't find out." The two walked in together.

After walking a few steps, it stopped, the Hundred Refining Weapon Dao is the sect of refining weapons in the end, there are indeed many tricks, and the twenty steps in front of him have used at least thirteen kinds of organs, and they are still exposed for people to see, as if to say, I am waiting for you to break through.

Huzi didn't have that patience, flew outside and smashed the building into several pieces with the hammer in his hand, and forcibly peeled the dark room out of the mechanism, the room was not big and about two zhang long and wide, and there were two columns of grids, all of which were empty. Mu Ziyun scolded and kicked Mu Ge to pieces.

"I mean, they're kind enough to leave things behind? It's better to go back to Qingshan Peak and look through our literature. “

"Shhh Someone's on fire! “

Huzi was stunned, looked around, and said strangely: "Nonsense, everyone is dead, how can you still burn the fire." ”

"Follow me." Mu Ziyun lightly nodded his steps, and flew into the house, the two of them came to a black leather house, carefully pushed open the door, the room was not big, there were only two rooms, and as soon as they entered, they saw three paintings hanging on the wall facing them, and there were three old ladies on the paintings, and there were rows of spiritual positions below, which were eerie and particularly scary.

Both of them were bold, and they went in with their heads bowed, and through dozens of curtains, they saw a man in a gray cloak kneeling in the room, and a brazier with yellow paper burning in front of his knees.

The two didn't know how to speak, Mu Ziyun simply knocked on the wall, coughed dryly and said, "Eh, this brother.... Could it be that he is a disciple of the Hundred Refining Soldier Dao. ”

The man twisted his neck, leaned forward, and raised his head slightly to reveal his face.

"It's... Song Hua! Mu Ziyun said in a deep voice, "You're still alive." But he closed his mouth again, and he saw that Song Hua's face was very dry, only there were two wet marks on the wings of his nose, and he was afraid that his tears were gone, and a few pieces of blood pus seemed to have coagulated from the corners of his eyes.

When Mu Ziyun saw this appearance, he was a little unbearable as an outsider, thinking that he was the only one left in the hundred buildings of the sect, and he didn't know how long he knelt in this place and how long he hid.

Huzi was still hostile, but seeing his pitiful appearance, he hid the three-edged stone hammer behind him with a little guilt. Song Hua should have seen it, opened his pale lips, and said dryly: "Hammer, show me." ”

"That's not going to work." Huzi swung his head to the side.

Song Hua threw out a bunch of things, and among them there was a hunting bow. He said faintly: "Let me touch it, so that I can remember what it looks like, the Hundred Refining Soldiers Dao is gone, and many things are meaningless." ”

"Huzi" Mu Ziyun glanced at Huzi. Huzi reluctantly put the hammer in front of Song Hua, picked up the hunting bow by the way, and threw it into Mu Ziyun's arms with a raised eyebrow.

Mu Ziyun waved his hand awkwardly, but it was difficult for him to let him put down the hunting bow, Song Hua didn't have the heart to pay attention to the two, leaned over and lay on the three-prism stone hammer, and whispered to himself: "This is the three-edged stone hammer, the work of Song Tiande's grandfather, I wrote it down, wrote it down." ”

"A man cannot be resurrected from death... Uhh

Song Hua let go of the three-edged stone hammer, knelt down and picked up the thing he had just thrown down, silently calming his head and not making a sound. Mu Ziyun sighed and put the hunting bow in Song Hua's hand, but Song Hua still didn't say a word and put the hunting bow in his arms.

Mu Ziyun looked at the gray cloak on Song Hua's body, and said in his heart: "It's not easy, he is wearing a fog canopy, and it is possible to escape." “

"What are your plans?" Huzi asked, "Well... If you are homeless, come to my Qingshan Peak Ground Gate, I am now the head of the house, and I have done the master! “

Huzi looked at the hammer again, patted his chest and said, "I'm not for what you have in your hand, if you don't believe it, uh... I don't know how to guarantee it, but I'll have a hammer anyway..."

Huzi scratched his head, and Mu Ziyun patted his belly. Song Hua added a few pieces of yellow paper to the brazier and said, "Zhang Kui has killed tens of thousands of disciples, and Qingshan Peak is the enemy of my Hundred Refining Soldiers. After hearing this, Huzi spit out his lips in dissatisfaction, and said: "Then you are still in battle against the water, almost destroyed my Qingshan Peak, push forward 10,000 steps, it's not that you have to rob us of the treasure, obviously we found it in the cemetery...."

"It's a demon who kills your lord's people." Mu Ziyun asked.

After Song Hua was silent for a long time, his body trembled slightly, and said: "I don't want to remember the events of that day, that day, I just wanted to be a water dog, wearing human skin and sitting motionless on the corpse that was still hot, watching the main clan die one by one, hehe... I didn't dare to move, I was afraid that if I did, I would tear off the fog awning. ”

"Is it a demon?" Mu Ziyun asked again.

Song Hua turned his head, and suddenly shouted hoarsely: "Yes!" It's a demon! It's a demon! Then he began to cry.

Mu Ziyun walked up, pressed Song Hua's shaky shoulders, and said, "Although we are also your enemies, please believe that I have a way to kill the demon organization, as long as you can help me..."

Song Hua pushed Mu Ziyun away, grabbed the fog canopy, and said, "I won't help, hahaha... You're delusional...", and then slowly stood up, "I'm dead, my master clan is dead, what else do I have?" As for you, why can't you be devoured by demons, are we the only ones who deserve to die? “

Huzi replied: "You don't want revenge? Come with us, slaughter these beasts. “

Song Hua's eyelids drooped, he pulled the cloak down, his figure slowly disappeared, and when he came, he said: "I don't take revenge, grandpa said, I can't have an accident, I want to pass on the seeds of the main clan, I want to pass on the story of the Hundred Refining Soldiers, I am also tired and afraid, nothing has anything to do with me." “

After saying that, his breath disappeared completely, and Huzi hurriedly stepped on it, but found that he couldn't find it at all, and said angrily: "How can you keep the hunting bow just now, and waste these tongues." “

Mu Ziyun ran out of the house and shouted towards the empty building: "We need the literature of the demon organization, which has the means to kill the demon, please help us!" “

The echo echoed through the corridor several times, but there was no response for a long time.