Zhou Yin!?

The name is both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it is close at hand, and I don't know where to hear it.

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Young man, where are you from?"

Just as Li Mo was thinking, the words of the old man in the green shirt pulled his thoughts back.

"The capital." Li Mo said casually.

"Beijing ......" The old man in the green shirt remained silent, fiddling with the tea bowl on the table, as if unintentionally: "Young man, I don't like you are from the capital with an accent......

"Old man, I'm just begging for a living in the capital...... But my hometown is in Longyuan Mansion......"

Li Mo sat down on his own and took the tea bowl handed by the old man in green shirt.

"Longyuan Mansion...... That's a great place......"

"Have the old people been there too?" Li Mo came to be interested.

"When I was young, I used to go to [Fulong Mountain] to worship incense...... The incense there is very strong. ”

"Fulong Mountain!?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and then his face became strange.

"What's wrong!?"

"That place has been deserted for many years......" Li Mohu looked at the old man in green shirt suspiciously.

More than 900 years ago, the destruction of the Divine Sect had not yet happened, and there were many sects in the world, and Fulong Mountain was shockingly famous all over the world, which was enough to be as famous as [Wanjie Mountain], and it was first-class in the world.

Even the name of [Longyuan Mansion] comes from the sect of this mountain, the dragon in the depths of Longyuan, so it is named.

At that time, the seven mountain gates of Longyuan Mansion today, such as Langhuan Mountain and Yumen Mountain, were all non-streamable existences.

Later, the Divine Sect destroyed the law, and Fulongshan became the first existence of Longyuan Mansion to be destroyed because of its great power and because of its name.

After that, Fulong Mountain was completely deserted, and the spirit of Lingxiu was exhausted, like a dry mound.

Where does that place come from to view the gods, where does the incense come from?

"Abandoned for many years......

The old man in the green shirt groaned slightly, then glanced at Li Mo deeply, and sighed slowly: "Yes...... It's gone......"

"The young man is conceited Lingyun pen, and now, the spring blossom is gone, full of gloom...... You're old......"

The old man in the green shirt shook the tea bowl in his hand and sighed softly, but his old eyes were shining brighter than the young man.

"Young man, where are you from Longyuan Mansion?"

"Luofu Mountain!" Li Mo felt weird, but he still subconsciously replied.

"Louvre...... Louvre ......"

The old man in the green shirt was stunned for a moment, then put down the tea bowl in his hand, and looked at Li Mo's eyes became extremely soft.

"How?"

"I am reminded of an old man who was also from Luofu...... I haven't seen her in years......"

"Old man, do you still know our predecessors in Luofu Mountain!?" Li Mo couldn't help but say.

As he spoke, he looked up and down at the old man in green shirt in front of him again, as if the wind was light and light, and it was still ordinary after careful consideration.

"Old man, isn't this northern barren hill a place where you can play at will? Why are you here alone? ”

"I'm here to send my daughter...... The old man in green shirt clenched the bamboo fight beside him and sighed softly: "The child's life is hard, and there is no ...... years ago"

"Or maybe I acted unscrupulously when I was young, and I killed too much, which caused displeasure from heaven......"

As he spoke, the old man in the green shirt subconsciously looked up at the sky, but that kind of gaze did not have half a point of awe and introspection, but revealed three points of mockery and seven points of arrogance.

"Old man, I'm sorry, I don't know......" Li Mo said slightly apologetically.

When you are old and lose your daughter, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, which is always a great sadness in life.

"It's okay, life and death are impermanent, and they are never determined...... How can people's joys and sorrows be changed with them? The old man in the green shirt held the bamboo pole, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Li Mo.

"What's more, it was a surprise that you and I were able to meet by chance today...... It made me feel homesick. The old man in the green shirt sighed.

"Homesickness!? Old man, your hometown is also from Longyuan Mansion? Li Mo asked subconsciously.

The old man in the green shirt shook his head, and his sloppy gaze fell into the distance.

"Further ......"

"What's that?"

"Meet today, but it is creation, people are old, they can't help but move poetry, young people, can you listen to my groan, solve the deep homesickness!?" The old man in the green shirt said leisurely.

"The younger generation listens to you."

Li Mo was polite, but he muttered in his heart, this old man is quite sour, he is homesick, and he still has to recite poetry.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground......"

"Huh!?"

At this moment, the corners of the old man in green shirt moved lightly, and only the first two sentences made Li Mo's complexion change suddenly, and the whole person stood up with a "rubbing", staring at the old man in green shirt in front of him with trembling eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown."

The whispering is leisurely, like the mountain breeze, a wisp of nostalgia and loneliness, and it is eloquent.

But Li Mo's heart set off a monstrous wave, and his shocked eyes revealed deep disbelief.

"Are you...... How could you ......"

"When people are old, they can see their hometown again......"

The old man in the green shirt muttered softly, and the old man's palm slowly reached out and pointed behind Li Mo.

"It's time for you to go back."

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and turned around, but saw that the fog was hazy, and it came again, and it was white and vast, and he couldn't see it thoroughly.

"...... the hell you have"

Li Mo turned around again, but in front of him was a cloud mountain fog cover, where was there the pavilion stone table, and where was the pavilion old man.

The mountains are high and the water is long, and the white clouds are long.

Next to the stream like a dream, the pavilion is still the same, the old man in the green shirt sits alone in front of the stone table, the famous spring cooks new tea, and the fire is like a firefly.

A moment later, a group of armor guards came from a distance, and along the mountain path, surrounded the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, a white-haired old man rushed out of the crowd, hurried to the gazebo, and bowed down.

"You...... Why did you come here, so that the old slave can be easily found. ”

"Xiannu, do you say that after many years, someone will drink this cup of tea?"

At this moment, the old man in the green shirt in the pavilion raised the tea bowl in his hand and suddenly asked.

"Years from now?"

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then showed a puzzled look.

"At that time, the tea was gone, how could I drink it?"

"That's interesting......"

Suddenly, the old man in the green shirt smiled, he put down the tea bowl, and slowly stood up.

"Perhaps...... Han Qi's little spicy chicken is right, you have to leave a nemesis for that seed......"

As soon as the words fell, the white-haired old man's face trembled suddenly, and he raised his head in disbelief, how many years later, he heard the name that could hardly be mentioned.

"If the spring breeze has mercy, can you allow me to be young again...... It's like a big dream. ”

At this moment, the old man in the green shirt spoke loudly, as if he had not woken up from a big dream, and walked leisurely and disappeared into the vast mountains.

……

On Mangdang Mountain, deep in the white clouds.

Li Mo stood alone, until the fog cleared, he did not ease his senses, he watched the big star gradually rise, the bright moon dew, his eyes still showed a look of surprise.

Zhou Yin...... Zhou Yin ......"

"The gods are not visible, but they are hidden......

"Zhou Naiguo's surname, more than 900 years ago, there was a young man who traveled from the capital to the northern barren hills, his name was Demon Hunter, but in fact he was from the Xia Shang Zhou ......"

"The young man's name is Zhou Yin, and he met a demon monkey in Ailao Mountain......"

"Divine Sect!?"

Li Mo's eyebrows jumped, and he finally remembered a past incident mentioned by Gu Changan that day.

The young man from Xia Shang Zhou once used the name "Zhou Yin", and he was the world's number one master who later destroyed the mountain gates of the world and suppressed the mountain and sea monsters, His Majesty Shenzong.

"What the hell am I doing, or am I confused!?" Li Mo patted his face and tried to sober himself up.

Is it a short-lived illusion, or a big dream that strayed into a fantasy in the mountains, or a strange fate that stumbled into another time and space!?

"Haven't I been under too much pressure lately!?"

Li Mo thought for a moment, looked back at the empty mountain road again, and immediately shook his head.

"I'm definitely under too much pressure, and I must eat a few more [abalone stewed loaches] to make up for it when I go back."

As he spoke, a different kind of brilliance flashed in Li Mo's eyes, and he stepped out and disappeared in place.

When he returned to the mansion in the mountains, he went into the ghost mother's library cave and flipped through the ancient books.

"In the seventy-third year of the Tianli calendar, the young lord and daughter Ji Xue died, the emperor was sad, and she was buried in the northern ......"

"In the same year, the emperor came to Mangdang Mountain and burned incense to sacrifice ......"

Li Mo looked at the record of ancient history in his hand, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"Tsk, what are you looking at? How did you get to work hard......"

At this moment, Gu Changan suddenly rushed out from behind Li Mo like a ghost, and glanced at the ancient book in his hand.

"What? Are you so interested in the predecessor of [Northern Evil Xuanzhuang]? ”

Gu Changan lowered his voice, looked around at no one, approached Li Mo, and whispered, "You don't want to dig her tomb again." ”

"What do you say!?"

Li Mo glanced at me: "I'm from a famous and upright family, can I do that kind of thing?" ”

"Black Sword is the same as you."

“……”

Li Mo was silent, just glared at Gu Changan fiercely, and then forcefully closed the ancient book in his hand.

"I advise you to settle down, after all, we are in the land of the Ghost Mother...... It's urgent, but women can do anything. ”

"Huh!? Looks like you're very experienced. Li Mo said lightly: "Old Gu, you are being played with by a woman...... Hurt? ”

"Xiao Chen, you know."

"Chen Tiejia!?"

"Yes, it's his ......" Gu Changan nodded: "When he used to eat at Yunfei's inn, he met a girl...... Kung Fu is excellent...... I mean, the cooking is superb......"

"Xiao Chen is a good person, and his physical fitness is good, so that girl desperately wants to be his bride......"

"It's a pity, Xiao Chen doesn't want to, it's just a fresh, who can go to the restaurant every day, no matter how delicious it is, it will be tired of it......" Gu Changan said lightly.

"Old Gu, you'd better talk about eating."

"Hehe, that girl is ruthless enough to be his bride, so she simply became his bride later......"

"You wait......"

At this moment, Li Mo raised his hand, revealing a puzzled look.

"What do you mean!?"

"Xiao Chen drank his Lao Tzu's happy wine."

“……”

"So, ah......"

Gu Changan patted Li Mo's shoulder and said earnestly: "Life experience, heartfelt words ......"

"Don't mess with women no matter what time it is...... They can do anything. ”

"That's what you said...... Li Mo walked to the side quietly.

Thundered......

At this moment, a loud noise fell, like a thunderbolt exploding, shaking the world.

Li Mo's heart moved, and when he stepped out, he had already come to the outside of the cave.

At this moment, a black light rose from the depths of Mangdang Mountain, like a black dragon entrenched, covering the sky, and the moonlight in the sky was shattered, the big stars were dim, and the ghosts were impermanent.

All the demons and ghosts up and down Mangdang Mountain felt unprecedented panic, as if the waves of the ocean were undulating, and the boat was crossing and fluttering.

"Nine burial coffins...... He succeeded......"

At this moment, the ghost mother came from a distance, looking at the sky-high vision, feeling the fluctuations that disturbed the void, looking strange and muttering.

"It's finally come to this."

Li Mo sighed softly, at this moment, the general finally refined the [Falling Soul Banner], fused the black treacherous soil, and refined it into his natal coffin.

At this point, the generals finally had the qualifications to compete for the heir of Beibi Mountain.

……

Meanwhile.

In the Wuxia Mountain, the jackdaw was startled, and his scarlet eyes fell on the branches, looking at the black light that rushed to the sky in the distance.

In the mist, a figure slowly walked out.

It was a man, with a fair complexion and handsome facial features, revealing a bewitching and stunning color that should not be in the world.

"Nine burial coffins...... This little junior brother of mine has been refined after all. The handsome man whispered, but there was no ripple in his gloomy eyes.

Yinggou also seems to be eager to try...... These juniors and disciples are really uncomfortable. ”

"No matter how much they toss...... The great position of Beibi Mountain is destined to be your ......"

"Am I right? Wu Jun ......"

At this moment, a burst of teasing words came from behind him.

As the second disciple of the [Northern Demon Xuanzhuang] sect, Wu Jun slowly turned around and looked at the mysterious man who came out of the shadows, revealing a solemn expression.

"Dragon Dao people...... You chose to be a general at the beginning......"

"Not bad...... But then I found out that you were the right person...... As long as you have my help, you will be able to sit firmly on the throne of Beibi Mountain. Long Dao people said with great confidence.

"Why are you?" Wu Jun said in a deep voice.

For a long time, the dragon Dao man in front of him has indeed given him a lot of help, not only does the other party even know the many secrets of Beibi Mountain, but even he knows the root of the chief scoop of the Beibi Barren Hill three hundred years ago.

However, for so long, Wu Jun has never figured out the details of the other party.

"Do you want to know that?" Long Daoren said lightly.

"I don't know how I can trust you? What's more, if you help me so much, I'm afraid there must be a plan. Wu Jun said coldly.

"What I want is simple...... As long as you can inherit the throne of Beibi Mountain...... You can give me that thing......" Long Daoren said lightly.

"What?"

"Qingping Mountain ......" The corners of Long Daoren's lips opened slightly, and he spit out an unfamiliar name.

"Qingping Mountain!? It's just a barren mountain......" Wu Jun looked puzzled.

Qingping Mountain, located in the mansion of 100,000 barren hills in the north, overlooked, the north mountain is like a barrier, blocking it behind.

It took so much effort to just ask for a barren mountain!?

"You probably don't know...... More than three hundred years ago, how much effort did the black sword spend on that mountain......" The dragon Dao man smiled secretly, and his cold voice resounded under the dark night sky.

"He will sword the eternal night...... Stayed there!! ”