At night, there was silence in the Red Pavilion, not to mention human voices, not even half a minute of insect chirping. Although the people in the rivers and lakes who were invited were of different identities and sects of different sizes, they were very lively even in the middle of the night when they were in the door, as if there was no sound at all when it was dark?

Especially the younger generation, it is difficult to adapt for a while, and it is difficult to toss and turn, and it is difficult to sleep. The accompanying elders had no choice but to order them to meditate when they saw them like this. But how can the restless heart of the young people be quiet when they are quiet? The wind is freer, and the younger generation can still gather together to chat and talk when they can't sleep, or look out of the window to the pavilions to the south and north, hoping to see those beautiful female disciples during the day.

But strange to say, although the male disciples who led the way on the periphery said that there were few naked disciples, there were quite a few female disciples in this red-clothed pavilion. It was just nightfall, and it was time for these young people to freshen up and change their clothes. Even though it's far away, they should be able to see something with their eyes.

But at this moment, the south and north buildings are silent, and there are no lights. They were able to see enough, but they could see nothing. It was as if as soon as night fell, all the female disciples disappeared during the day. Fortunately, these young people are free and open-minded, and they are very comfortable talking and laughing.

It's just that those decent and rigorous young people are either scolded by their elders to go to sleep, or forced to sit and meditate. These elders are all characters who have experienced strong winds and waves, and it is very simple to meditate. But where can these young juniors be able to match the cultivation of the elders? Nightmares of sleep are constant, and demons are born in the minds of those who meditate.

In a guest room in the east building, the sword boiled wine, the Buddha Wuliang, and the Taoist people sat quietly, and although they also sat alone with their fingers shut, their hearts were churning because of the chance encounter with Lei Jue during the day.

Nakshatra Sea, Nakshatra Sea...... It was the first time that he led his junior disciples out to practice, and the star Haiti was close to the source of the Kunlun Mountains, and the quicksand corridor, the gateway to the realm of quicksand, across the river. I have been longing for a long time in my heart, so I chose the Sea of Stars as the first stop of my experience.

At that time, it was the middle of winter, and the sea of stars was covered with a thick layer of ice, reflecting the starry sky like a mirror, like a canopy falling into the lake. Seeing this wonder, I realized it and meditated. When he was out of the house, he saw a strange boy squatting not far away, looking up from time to time to see what was being portrayed on the ice as the starry sky changed.

I stepped forward to take a closer look, and what was depicted on the ice was the trajectory of the stars in the night sky, which was very mysterious. The boy was a cheerful man, and when he saw that he was fascinated, he began to talk. That young man was Lei Jue of the Heaven Dou Gate, and he was quite accomplished in astronomy. The two talked all night, each benefited a lot, and they walked together at dawn.

Who knew that there were unforeseen storms in the sky, and Kunlun Mountain suddenly shook, cracking the ice surface of the Star Sea. The junior disciples led by himself and Lei Jue's fellow disciples all fell into the cold water. Only himself and Lei Jue survived. The shaking was followed by an avalanche, and the ice and snow accumulated over 10,000 years of Kunlun Mountain poured down into the sea of stars. The two were nearly buried in it, and after escaping, they were confronted by a violent snowstorm.

Fortunately, although Lei Jue's cultivation is not high, the skill of Star Dou is infinitely useful. The two of them used ice as a boat and drifted in the lake. Thirsty for lake water, hungry for raw fish, after ten days, nine deaths. When he landed on the shore, Lei Jue was already dying, and when he turned back, he was shocked to see that his junior disciples were frozen in the lake at some point. The closest of them was only a few steps from the shore.

I was young at the time, and I was so shocked by this sight that I fainted. When I woke up, I was recuperating in the door. The division commander did not take responsibility because he was young, but comforted him more. As time goes by, it is gradually forgotten. In the midnight dream of this night, the faces of the juniors and disciples who died early are vividly vivid, so clear, and so hideous. They...... They're right behind them, they're right behind them! Hate themselves, they don't even know.

"Hahahaha! I just said, the people of the five gates are extraordinary, and they are not merciless when they kill their own people!" In a trance, the laughter of the blood parrot sounded in his ears again. "Senior Brother!" "Senior Brother!" "Senior Brother Xuanbai, why did you kill me?" The junior disciples at the crossing of the Yellow River also appeared in front of them, surrounding themselves and spitting out wails.

"Senior brothers, it's Xuanbai who can't stand you! After taking revenge, go to Huangquan to apologize!" "Haha! Revenge, they all died at your hands, if you want revenge, why don't you kill yourself?" the blood parrot's voice sounded again.

"Blood parrot!" "Severed fingers and gnashed teeth in hatred, and wanted to draw his sword but touched the void. Looking back, he was back in the ice and snow of the Sea of Stars, and the junior disciples were struggling in the water, and saw themselves holding firmly: "Senior brother, wait for us!" "Senior brother, wait for us!" "I...... I ...... "I cut off my fingers and buried my name, but I felt that my hands and feet were heavy and I couldn't move." The cold gradually penetrated into the bones, and he was about to die in this sea of ice.

Jian Boiling Wine, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a heartbeat, and suddenly opened his eyes, and at first glance saw that his face was pale when he saw his severed fingers, his whole body trembled, and he was full of despair, and he couldn't help but be shocked. At that moment, Huo Ran jumped up, and struck his heart with a palm of his hand after burying his name with his severed finger: "Wake up!"

At this time, the severed finger buried body in the nightmare has gradually sunk into the water, and the ice water is about to cover the mouth and nose. Suddenly, there was a thunderclap that shattered the ice and snow. The severed finger bury was shocked: How can you die if you have not avenged your great revenge! With a long body, she woke up from her dream and spit out a mouthful of cold blood with "wow".

"How's the apprentice?" snorted the sword. Severed finger buried in the name and spit out a mouthful of blood, only to feel clear, slowly opened his eyes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, let the master worry." Seeing that he was fine, Jian Boiling Wine relaxed and sat cross-legged on the side: "Didn't I tell you? ”

At this time, the Buddha Wuliang and the angry Taoist also made their own decisions, and the Buddha Wuliang put his palms together: "Fortunately, the master and nephew are safe." But the Taoist was thoughtful: "When I came, my nephew also remembered the old things, but they all suppressed it in time, why can't they this time? Even if I saw an old friend at first sight, it shouldn't be so serious." Or," he said, looking out the window at the lifeless courtyard, "something else strange here?"

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and at the same time remembered what the female disciple had said during the day. "If you come, you will be safe," Jian Boiled Wine yawned and lay down on the bed, "The naked sect is not so bold. "That's right. The resentful Taoist was also relieved, and lay down in his clothes.

Buddha Wuliang gently recited the meditation mantra. Hearing the Sanskrit sound with his finger cut off, his heart was calm and peaceful, and he fell asleep after a short time. The Buddha is immeasurable, and then he lies down with his clothes. Outside the window, the wind blows the clouds, and a crescent moon hangs quietly in the sky.

There is no fixed country, and the fog is even darker after nightfall. The medicinal herbs mentioned by Cai Wei are not all in one place, but are distributed around the small village. In order to harvest it all quickly, Yushan and Qin'er passed through the black fog many times, but they did not meet the cunning boy, nor did they encounter the mysterious black shadow again.

Qin'er looked at the dark surroundings and couldn't help but be a little worried: "I don't know what happened to the Wu Shou?" Yu Shan said: "The Wu Shou is a profound cultivator, far better than you and me, and he is extremely familiar with this place, so he must be fine." Qin'er said: "I know this, but the black shadow is weird, and it haunts in groups." He is alone, if he encounters it, he is afraid that it will be difficult to parry......" Before the words fell, the surrounding fog suddenly stirred, and the sound of energetic collisions faintly came.

Yushan couldn't help patting Qin'er's head: "Your crow's mouth is still so smart!" "When did people have crow's mouths!" Qin'er covered her head, her small mouth pursed and her eyes were full of tears. "There is a fighting sound over there, I'm afraid that the head of the martial arts is in trouble. Yushan explained, dragging the piano and scurrying away in the direction where the sound came from.

However, I ran a long way in the direction, but I saw nothing. Hugh said belligerent. Not even a ghost was to be seen. Yushan was puzzled, Qin'er said, "Didn't you miss it in the dark?" Yushan stopped suddenly, listened attentively, but only heard the sound of insects, how could there be a sound of energy?

Could it be that the right person is hallucinating? Yushan looked around, but in the darkness, he saw the shadows of the trees and the shadows of the grass. Suddenly, a ghost sound sounded in his ears, and Yushan Huo Di turned his head, only to see that not far behind him, a hazy figure suddenly appeared, similar to the dark shadow seen during the day. Qin'er had also found out, and hid behind Yushan with an exclamation.

"Don't be afraid. Yushan patted her on the shoulder, and was about to come forward to observe. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, the ghost sound sounded again, and the black shadow in front of him also took a step back. "Huh?" Hasugi raised his eyebrows and took three quick steps. In the midst of the ghost's voice, the black shadow also took three steps back.

"Brother......" Qin'er was a little scared and called Yushan softly. "Don't be afraid. Yushan gently hugged her into his arms, and with the strength of his feet, he hurried towards the black shadow. The black shadow also hurried back, which was a bit hasty. "Where to go!" Yusugi shouted, chasing the black shadow and disappearing into the black mist.

After he went, footsteps sounded, and the cunning boy hurried in. Looking around, but there was no movement, he couldn't help but wonder: "It's strange! There was a sound clearly, but there was no human figure." But why?" The fox turned around suspiciously, but saw that not far behind him, a black shadow appeared silently.

"Is it finally there?" the cunning boy had been visiting here for a day, but no shadow had been seen. At this time, where is willing to let go, and chase forward. The black shadow retreated quickly, and was not seen for a moment. The cunning boy chased after him and gradually disappeared into the forest.

After several days of traveling, he finally returned to his homeland. Dumu Qinglong couldn't help but stop his horse, and pointed to the wooden village in the forest in the distance and said: "Big brother, look, there is one of the sub-villages of Dumu Village-Qinglong Village, which is also a sub-village managed by the younger brother. "Divide the village?" Suo Yinyu's brows furrowed slightly. Since there is a sub-village managed by Dumu Qinglong, there are naturally sub-villages managed by others. The power of Dumu Village has come to this, and Chixue City is close at hand, don't you know?

was pondering, Dumu Qinglong said again: "Big brother, let's add another whip, and we can go to Qinglong Village at noon." Suo Yinyu replied and galloped his horse. But there is a sigh in my heart: Chixue, I am back!