Outside the house, the drizzle slapped on a few clusters of Lingxiu treasures, and Huang Taigai in the house said in a strange tone: "Three Stacks Valley, you should know that there are a lot of monsters in it, and the widow Liu of Weiyang City went to guard it before."

Xin Zhuo was stunned, remember that he had heard Zhi Feiyan talk about that place back then, was it not far from here?

Huang Taigai said again: "The seventy-two gates of the Three Stacks Valley and the Nine Valleys are a labyrinth-like place, where it was a martial arts ancient battlefield in the early Middle Ages, where the martial arts power sits, leaving countless dry bones and terrible anger, over the years, monsters have been gradually born, and Li Guangling is in the deepest part, although this person is just an ordinary person who fakes death, but he has a wide range of knowledge, and the old man is also willing to bow down, he knows that the ultimate of death is the secret of life, maybe he has made up for Shou Yuan Shengsheng over the years!"

After a pause, he said: "I discussed with Master Zhiming of Baixiaolou, after the remnants of the Confucian Sage, I will send you there, you go to Li Guangling, that old boy not only has a lot of ideas, but also the art of changing his face, with his help, no one in the world can find you, not only can you get rid of the entanglement of Da Luo and Da Yan, but you can also guard against the targeting of those who had a heart back then, and concentrate on cultivation in the future, what achievements you will have in the future, it all depends on your creation, remember!" A gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall, and must not act impulsively, go! ”

Xin Zhuo got up, bowed, walked a few steps, and then turned back and asked, "Why did Master Huang help me so much?"

Huang Taigai waved weakly and said, "The old man is willing!"

"Good!"

……

Xin Zhuo walked out of Huang Taigai's hut, Tai Xungong and the four had already left, and under the lotus tree in the courtyard, there were four more old masters sitting cross-legged, with a little curiosity in their eyes.

Xin Zhuo bowed his head, walked out of the courtyard, looked up at the dim sky, the fine rain was densely poured, he felt that the truth in this world was a bit nonsense.

The five decays of heaven and man are not my goal anymore.

Holy Realm!

Do everything extremely, and become holy for a hundred years.

What you think you can't reach, I don't believe I can't.

Even if it's not for myself, the child buried in Changshou Village should be reasonable, right?

He raised his feet and walked forward, and not far away, Ling Yayue hurriedly ran over with an oilcloth umbrella to shield him from the rain, and said, "The room is ready, king."

Xin Zhuo asked, "If you don't come, I'm going to go and share a room with Master Zhiming."

"How can it?"

Ling Yayue chuckled and said, "Even if there is no Master Huang and Master Zhiming, it is impossible for us people to wronged the king."

The two walked along the rain-washed bluestone pavement to the front, passing an attic, and in front of them stood two people with two oil-paper umbrellas.

The first one was a young man with a square face and a stubble on his chin, dressed in a blue-gray robe, his long hair tied haphazardly with hemp rope, and a quaint saber hanging from his waist, with a bulging bag in his arms, revealing the head of a nursery.

His eyes were very deep, like an eternal glacier.

Behind him stood a woman, dressed in a pink skirt, with a flying bun and a little powder, who seemed to have special respect for men.

Think about it!

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but stop, bowed to the young man, and chuckled: "Senior Xin Zhuo, I've seen Yan Kaishan's senior!"

Thinking about worshipping under the gate of Yan Kaishan, standing respectfully behind this person at this moment, coupled with the fierce knife intent and the iconic baby in his arms that this person still exudes even if he stands quietly, it is undoubtedly the dry bone Yan Kaishan back then.

The young man said in a cold tone: "You are really a smart person!"

Xin Zhuo said: "I can't be in front of my predecessors!"

He has enough patience and respect for those who have been kind to him.

Yan Kaishan said: "I live next door to you."

After saying that, he turned around and left, as if he was tired of saying one more word.

He bowed and hurriedly followed.

Ling Yayue looked at Xin Zhuo and whispered: "This person is very strange, it seems that no one will give face, yesterday he forced back the talented disciples of the three major sects with a knife, and then said a word of roll, it's very interesting."

Xin Zhuo was silent.

The courtyard where he lives is in the northwest corner of the group of lofty and eye-sighted pavilions, a single courtyard full of begonia flowers, in addition to begonias, there is also a lush new tooth weeping willow, and the furnishings in the room are quite warm.

After Ling Yayue left, Xiao Huang ran under the bed with the golden dry bones on his back and went to "retreat", he sat alone, looking at the drizzle outside the window in a daze.

Inexplicably, he remembered that when he was in Fulong Mountain, Cui Ying'er and they were arrested and taken to the Autumn Palace Pavilion, he was helpless and helpless, and he borrowed wine to kill his sorrows, and the quiet, handsome, and watery woman with a flowing flower in her eyebrows also came from the rain.

Thinking of that woman, his mood became extremely complicated again.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly found a graceful figure in the begonia flower cluster outside the window, staring at himself, staring at it, and disappearing.

His heart tightened, and he flashed into the begonia flowers outside the window, faintly smelling a fragrance that was completely different from the begonia flowers, and his figure flashed again, jumping over seven or eight courtyards, but the figure disappeared completely.

"What the hell are you?"

He couldn't help but stand where he was and sighed.

Although it was only a glimpse just now, he still recognized the identity of the figure.

One of his concubines back then.

Back then, the mouth-to-mouth feeding of iced bayberry soup is really ridiculous now.

After a while, he turned and walked back, passing through the courtyard, and people walked out.

"Senior Xin, it's a coincidence!"

Four or five people came up together, and it was Deng Shanqing, Zuo Mengyuan, Old Man Gu and Zhao Li, and their faces were a little embarrassed.

Xin Zhuo was not surprised that Deng and Zuo appeared here, but the old man Gu and Zhao Li appeared here, something was not quite right, with their identities, I am afraid that they are not qualified.

Could it be that Rushan can be entered regardless of background?

He didn't have a polite mind at the moment, bowed slightly, and went back to his small courtyard.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon the buildings and buildings of Rushan were already white.

Walking into the room, I couldn't help but be stunned, I don't know when there were two more pots of wine and three paper-wrapped pastries on the table.

This was obviously not sent by Ling Yayue, and it was not yet time for Rushan to worship mountain treasures and dim sum.

When he walked to the table, he found a person standing outside the back window, Yan Kaishan.

"I didn't send it."

Yan Kaishan made a straight face and said, "I just smelled the wine!"

Xin Zhuo sighed, sat down at the table, and waved.

Yan Kaishan walked into the house, sat on the other side, opened a jar of wine, and lifted it.

Xin Zhuo had no choice but to open another jar of wine, and the two touched a glass.

The pastries in the paper bag on the side exuded a burnt aroma, it may not be a good thing, Yan Kaishan opened a package by himself, and the four square dim sum in it was really a little black, he tasted it and spit it out: "It's not delicious!"

Xin Zhuo had a complicated expression, pinched a piece and put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly, as if tasting something special.

Yan Kaishan was a little surprised: "You are a person who can endure hardships, this thing is bitter to the heart."

Xin Zhuo said vaguely: "I did it with one of my concubines back then, and this is actually very careful."

Yan Kaishan's eyes widened: "You were killed everywhere, and you also brought concubines?"

Xin Zhuo said: "Now she is not, I don't know who she is now."

Yan Kaishan thought for a while and said, "I don't understand, it's a mess."

"Hmm."

Xin Zhuo swallowed, picked up another piece and ate it, chewing it slowly.

Yan Kaishan raised the jar, swallowed the dates dry, wiped his mouth and said: "The wine is not bad, there are forty-eight forces in this Confucian Mountain, including six in the Holy Land and the Super Sect, and there are countless masters, how sure are you about the remnants of the Confucian saints tomorrow?"

Xin Zhuo replied bluntly: "I don't know."

"Yes!" Yan Kaishan got up and walked out, "After all, you don't know if you can survive tonight!" ”

The words spoken have no beginning or end.

Outside, the night was getting darker, and soon nothing could be seen clearly.

Ling Yayue didn't come to deliver the meal, after all, the Hun Yuan Void Warrior had already opened the valley, one more, one less, it didn't matter, Confucianism didn't seem to care too much about these worldly rules.

Xin Zhuo didn't have a lampstone, he pondered what Yan Kaishan had said when he left.

At this time, he looked outside, only to feel a terrifying killing intent, through the rain curtain, into the room.

(End of chapter)