Chapter 2 Yin Yang Turtle Breath Pill

The low grave on one side, with no people, no sound, and the noise and troubles in the red dust, seemed to have been completely isolated from the grave. There was no fog, a faint white cloud, but it looked like a dream. A gust of wind blew, and the faint crows among the pines were startled, and the sun in the western sky became lighter. Then the twilight covered the earth, and the moon was full.

The white moonlight passed through the shadows of the trees, reflecting pale white spots on the black and inky ground.

The bleak woods on the side of the road in Lancheng stood one by one, showing wet marks of dew, reflecting the silver-white light of the moonlight. The quiet and uninhabited road, silently exuding the taste of loneliness, I don't know whose lanterns, probably the lamp is exhausted, from time to time from the yellow old lampshade flashes a faint light, the light is a little strange, a moment white, a moment yellow, always dull and matte.

It turned out to be a moth chasing the source of the lamp, constantly flapping on the lampshade, and its weak wings had the perseverance to never give up, following the light that might kill it, the light it could not give up. The distant mountains and mountains are confused, looking forward to it, and there are countless moths flying and shaking among the thousands of mountains and ravines.

I suddenly found that Lancheng, which was prosperous at the beginning, is still difficult to hide the void at night.

The kind of silence that always carries a bit of desolation in the deep mountains is by no means something that people in the red dust can imagine. Although the wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, but it only added a bit of gloom to the silence.

The tomb, as if it was no different, was just renovated soil, announcing that it had just joined the ranks of grief.

At that time, after Su Xue had no signs of life, she was buried here by Yan Tian and others, and then left with everyone who was reluctant.

Everyone's hearts seemed to follow Su Xue late, no one knew that there was still an undercurrent surging here.

The dew gradually intensified, and the damp and cold wind gradually spread out from the road, mercilessly wrapping away the little body temperature that remained with the lonely cold and cold. The frost wind howled and blew across the edge of memory, leaving only the fragrance in the air that gradually dissipated and could never be recovered.

On an autumn night, the sky is high and the dew is thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly in the southwest sky. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the earth, it was so gloomy, but the stars of the Milky Way became more and more brilliant

Energy, inadvertently, whirlpooling, converging here little by little, as if there is something, slowly attracting the essence of heaven and earth!

The fragrance of cinnamon floats in the autumn breeze. The aroma of cinnamon is full of murderous meaning. The stars twinkled, the first quarter moon was bent into the starry sky, and there was a burst of fragrance flowing in the jujube forest—not the fragrance of the jujube tree, but the fragrance of flowers.

Autumn came quietly, bringing a yellow robe, a red robe, and the mountains in the distance seemed to be crossed with a layer of gold. Countless deciduous butterflies flew down from above, and a group circled in mid-air.

On the mountain over there, the sorghum is drunk, it is simply a red sea, covering half of the sky, and the glow is connected with the glow, and the red is burning like a flame. This yellow and red are connected, giving people an indescribable warmth, and they even forget that in a few days, the cold winter is coming.

The pine trees stood verdantly in the white snow, swaying with the bitter northwest wind, and let out a sharp and piercing whistling, as if deliberately defying winter.

The cold wind was blowing. The bare trees, like bald old men, could not withstand the attack of the northwest wind, and swayed in the cold wind.

This winter, the ground was frozen and cracked, the small north wind blew like a knife, and the snow flew all over the sky.

The sun in the middle of winter also seems to be afraid of the cold, and if you wear very thick clothes, the heat cannot be dissipated. The north wind was bitter, the silver-gray clouds were rushing in the sky, the cold snap was rolling, and a heavy snow was brewing.

Count nine cold days, frozen thousands of miles. The whole world became a big refrigerator, the mountains shivered with cold, the river froze stiff, and the air seemed to freeze.

Winter turns to spring, and the snow melts and converges into a stream.

Spring is coming again, and the flowers are blooming again. Three years back and forth, Shaohua flies!

"Boom!"

A low grave, all of a sudden, exploded!

The white shadow flashed, and a man who had experienced Cangsang, but was indifferent, slowly fell to the ground, and he moved his muscles and bones.

"I finally reached the Xuanhuang level, it's not in vain that I have waited for three years, Xuechi's partners, let the old man spend so long in this tomb, it's really unlucky!"

It turned out to be the twilight of the old man, for three years, he didn't choose to come out, first, he could come here quietly and gradually, and secondly, it was here, which was the safest place!

"This kid hasn't woken up yet, and he dared to find a Yin-Yang Turtle Breath Pill in the Bonan Academy, otherwise, even if it was me, I wouldn't be able to return to the sky!"

Su Xuechi is the best candidate to overthrow the thousand-year-old rule of the Burning Sect, and it would be a pity if he fell into the hands of a mystic person like this.

This kid is really desperate, he didn't expect that he would dare to fight with a strong man who entered the Xuan Realm with only the strength of the purple cloth rank!

"The signs of life have already recovered, but I didn't expect him to wake up. This apprentice is really a cow, this is to break through the Dan into the Xuan realm!" Old Twilight muttered to himself.

As soon as the words fell, the energy around Su Xuechi was mutated, and the original purple vitality had already been dissatisfied, and what followed was a color independent of yellow, cyan, blue, red, and purple - pale!

"As you are my inheritor, the color of this Xuan Qi is exactly the same as mine!"

"Whew!"

The sound of long breathing passed through his ears, and Twilight smiled, "This little guy is finally awake!"

"Teacher?" As soon as Su Xuechi opened his eyes, he found that his teacher was here!

"Don't tell me you've lost your memory, get me up quickly, do you know, you've been lying here for three years, thanks to you, I've been living in this broken grave for three years!"

"It's been three years? hehe!" Su Xue touched the back of her head embarrassedly, and avoided her sorry for the teacher!

"Where did you decide to go next?" asked Twilight.

"I don't know, I just reached the Xuan Scholar level, this strength, or I am not familiar with it!" Su Xuechi hesitated again, he didn't know where he should go!

"Don't be familiar with it yet, you've just advanced, and the next thing to do should be to add new mystical methods!" said Elder Twilight.

Su Xuechi suddenly realized, "Yes, the body of pure yang! I almost forgot about this stubble! But teacher, I, there is no mystic method here!" Su Xuechi looked at the old man suspiciously, his eyes were full of expectation.

"Take back your expectant expression, don't you just want to make a mystery for me, it's not the first time!" said Twilight Elder angrily.

"Teacher, what you say is an outsider, isn't it, as your disciple, I am strong, and you also have a light on your face!

Twilight's stomach twitched, "Alright, don't disgust me, I'll look for it!"

Twilight struggled to flip through his ring, countless mystical methods swept in his eyes, but they were all blind.

Now, Su Xuechi has already entered the Xuan realm, and the Xuanfa Land List is too low to be worthy of him, but at the front of the list, how can the power of the old man have too much!

"Well, since I think he is my disciple, let's pass this on to him!"

"Boy, now that you have entered the mystery, then as a teacher, I will give you a big gift!" said the old twilight temptation.

"Great gift, teacher, what kind of ranking mystic method do you want to give me!" Su Xuechi's eyes lit up, and sure enough, he was completely attracted by Old Dusk's words!

"My family was originally one of the seven families that created the Xuanfa Mysterious Technique, but later it was attacked by the Burning Sect, just like your Su family. Twilight reminisced about the past.

"The Su family was originally a "Nu" clan, and the "Nu" clan at that time had less strength. But each one is extremely ferocious. At the same time, most of the mystical techniques created by the "Nu" clan are at the top of the heavenly list, and my family, in terms of the number of mystical techniques, far exceeds the "Nu clan", although it is not as good as the "Jue clan", but it is also ranked second, that is, the "Shu clan"!"

"At the beginning, my ancestors offended the Burning Sect and unfortunately died under the iron hooves of the Burning Sect! You should know that this Alien Dimensional Enchantment was used by the Burning Sect powerhouse to seal our "Shu Clan"!" Elder Twilight said sadly.

"What? The powerhouse who used the power of space, the enemy of the seal, was your ancestor?" Su Xuechi's eyes widened and he asked with some shock.

Su Xuechi had heard a little about the origin of the interdimensional enchantment, but he didn't know the details of the ins and outs, and the truth, I'm afraid that if you look at the entire Tongxuan Divine Prefecture, few people will know about it, after all, these things are already in ancient times!

It's no wonder that the entire interdimensional enchantment, whether it is the strong or the level of the Xuanfa Xuanju, is more than one line weaker than the Tongxuan Divine Prefecture, and the twilight old is rich in the Tongxuan Divine Prefecture!

"The Five Evil Poison Techniques that were passed down to you at the beginning are the work of our family's ancestors, the Five Evil Poison Emperor, hehe, the Five Evil Poison Emperors are the ancestors of our "Shu Clan"!" Elder Twilight smiled and remembered the secret Xin that the "Shu Clan" had passed down from generation to generation!

"What, the Five Evil Poison Emperor, who has gathered the greatest achievements in poison, is actually your ancestor?" Su Xuechi was even more shocked.

"That's right, when the Five Evil Poison Emperor was there, our "Shu Clan" could still be compared to the Burning Sect, but when the Five Evil Poison Emperor reached the realm that no one had reached at the beginning - the Tongxuan Realm, he was attacked by the pure yin body and fell down, which gave the Burning Sect a chance to fight back!"

"In fact, the Burning Sect is also one of the seven ancient races, that is, the so-called "Dharma Clan", you should not have seen any other mysterious techniques called "Dharma" except for the poison method, as the Burning Sect that has always flourished, their mysterious methods and mysterious techniques have never been obtained by others. And all those named after the words "poison" and "art", most of them are the first self clan, but after the fall of our clan, most of the mystical techniques were lost, which gave others a chance. And the reason why "extreme" and "secret" are so common is precisely because the race was destroyed by the incineration of the religion!"

"After the Su family was destroyed, now, in addition to the Burning Sect, there is another race remaining, that is, the Thousand Ink Pavilion, they practice the dark attribute, and they are the descendants of the "Technique" clan, but their strength has also been diluted by the Burning Sect, and they are already no different from other families!"

The mossy stone pavement, a crooked hedge, pushed open the creaking door. There was a window embedded in the old brick wall. The window paper is long gone, and only the horizontal and vertical panes are left, which are tied with long and short red silk ropes. The red silk rope swayed helplessly in the wind, as if someone was crying mournfully, and it was like a faint melancholy that could not be blown away.