Looking at the crazy old man hoeing in the vegetable field, the Ninth Elder turned his head to look at me, and said with a somewhat complicated expression: "Xiaoyou, no matter what you saw and heard last night, or what strange things you encountered here in the next period of time, please also Xiaoyou must keep it a secret, there are some things related to the secrets of our Ancient Sword Sect, please forgive Xiaoyou......

After the Ninth Elder's words were finished, I nodded and said, "Seniors, don't worry, juniors are not the kind of people with big mouths, and they will definitely keep their mouths shut!" ”

Although the Ninth Elder didn't tell me about the gray-robed old man last night, I could hear from his cautious and serious tone that there was definitely some secrets involved, and once it spread, it might cause a lot of waves in the Canglang Star Field.

I was curious, but I didn't continue the topic at this time.

Sometimes, it's not a good thing to know too many secrets, but I still understand this truth, and since people have said so, I naturally assume that it didn't happen.

But......

"Senior, you said that something like last night would happen again?"

I said with some hesitation: "In this way, isn't it a little inappropriate for the younger generation to stay here?" ”

The Ninth Elder didn't respond to me immediately, he first looked at the crazy old man who was hoeing on the other side of the vegetable field, sighed lightly, and said to me a little vaguely: "As long as Xiaoyou doesn't take the liberty of making a move, and pretends that everything can't be seen or heard, there shouldn't be any problems......

That's right, so unconfident!

In the words of the Nine Elders, if I encounter such a situation in the future, I can just pretend to be deaf and dumb?

But what if the gray-robed old man who appeared strangely last night did something to me?

The Nine Elders didn't continue to speak, and after seeing that the mad old man was fine, he hurriedly left the small hill.

I frowned for a long time, walked to the vegetable field, and helped the crazy old man to chat like yesterday, basically I was talking, and the crazy old man would sometimes look at me in a daze, and sometimes he would mumble nonsense, and we were completely talking like chickens and ducks.

The day passed quickly, and after eating and drinking again, the crazy old man swayed back to the thatched house, and the moment the thatched house door opened, I looked intently into the thatched house.

Among the portraits on the wall, there are men, women and children, with different joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and they all have a common characteristic, that is, at the center of their eyebrows, there is a mark like a little black dragon......

"Bang~"

As the mad old man closed the door, it also interrupted the strange thoughts in my heart.

I wanted to push open the door of the thatched hut, to take a closer look at the contents of the scrolls, but when my hand was about to touch the door of the thatched hut, the blue coffin inside me trembled slightly.

Seemingly, it's reminding me of something!

Once I do force open the door of this thatched hut, there is a good chance that something unexpected will happen.

So, I finally gave up!

Now I hate what I hate most about fucking 'surprises' and 'accidents', because once something like that happens, it means that the direction of things is no longer under my control.

This is also the reason why I didn't directly use the power of the black and white mist in my body to try to treat the crazy old man, and wait for a while to observe.

I was still leaning against the branch where I had been lying last night, ostensibly with my eyes closed and pretending to sleep, but in fact secretly on guard.

I don't know how long it took, but the night breeze caressed it.

The palpitating feeling I had from last night returned, and instead of looking at the thatched hut, I looked directly at the treetops a few feet in front of me.

That strange gray-robed old man has reappeared!

This time, however, he did not appear at the top of the tree, but quietly appeared at the branch where I was, still looking at me with indifferent and empty eyes, like a statue.

While I was on guard in my heart, I bowed to the gray-robed old man and said softly: "Senior Mo Yi, meet the senior!" ”

Well, if it was really Mo Yi here, then maybe he would directly slash it over, after all, with Mo Yi's strength, he would definitely not be able to perceive the horror of the gray-robed old man in front of him.

The gray-robed old man did not respond to my respectful salute, and his eyes did not change at all, as if he had not heard my words.

(End of chapter)