They entered the mountain in the morning, but when they came out it was noon.

Although I feel like I've experienced a lot of things, I'm actually nervous about the two hours, so it feels like the time has become longer, and most people think that when they come out, it's sunset and dusk, after all, the daylight seen in the cave changes really quickly.

When he came out of the cave, Wu Mian still had some convulsions.

I feel that the bloody scene outside makes the big guy see it, is it damaging his reputation, he is not a bloodthirsty murderer.

When I really took a boat out of the cave.

This concern was completely dispelled.

The blood of the mangled corpse of the sea lady has long been drained, the river of this waterway has long been restored to clarity, and the corpse of the sea lady that has sunk to the bottom is smiling at a very fast speed, and by the time Wu mourns them come out, most of them have only skeletons left.

Even so.

After everyone learned that this was a person who was mourning Wu and rushed up to hammer this group of sea maidens to death like a trapped-up soldier, their eyes looking at him suddenly seemed to be looking at some ancient general.

Mei Jiexing praised Wu Mourning a few words enthusiastically.

made Wu Mourn a little confused, why does this Mei Fuzi like to praise himself so much? It's actually embarrassing for him, and he is still not skilled in this kind of business.

But Mei Fuzi is so optimistic about herself.

Na Wu mourning decided.

In the future, if Mei Fuzi has any wicked enemies, he will help the master hammer the other party into a fool for free, and if the other party dares to fight back, he will directly hammer it into a small cake!

In the process of withdrawing from Bawang Lake and leaving the mountains to return to Wutou Village, the three of Monk Buzhu, Zhengyangzi, and Wu Mourning all took turns to look at the cave from a distance, sensing whether there was anything unusual about it. Generally, if there is a resurgence of the great demon, it will trigger a vision of heaven and earth, and the most familiar one is the drought.

As soon as the drought comes out, the red land is thousands of miles, not to mention the martial arts, the blind can know.

Perhaps it was because the aura of the day had not yet been abundant enough to revive the monster in the depths of the cave, and there was no frightening movement in the mountains in this area from beginning to end.

If not psychological pressure.

Wu Mourning really wants to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this stretching mountain range and endless greenery.

The group demolished the camp, packed up the clutter, and within half an hour, began to retreat. Until they stepped on the high place and looked down at the Overlord Lake set in the mountain stream like a sapphire, there was still no movement, and finally this period was unexpectedly smooth.

They followed the trail of the mountain road that had been opened up two days ago, preparing to return to the foot of Aconitum Village first.

"It's just a small treasure, after all."

Mei Fuzi, who had quickly copied some of the dossier records, smiled again.

"If it is the tomb of the kings and princes, the Luxian Cave Mansion, or the larger Cave Heaven Blessed Land, it is really a small world, and the light of the scene is strange, comparable to the supernatural records such as the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

"Indeed, there is a record in the poor Daomen, when the ancestor traveled in all directions, he once entered a cave of heavenly blessings, it is said that only spiritual plants grow out of thin air, and tens of thousands of spiritual plants are cast into the Tower of Babel, which cannot be picked, and there is a great horror when picking."

Zhengyangzi is a famous and decent family, and he has never heard of strange records as soon as he opens his mouth.

This pretty Taoist priest was saying this.

From time to time, his gaze swept over the hastily copied records in Mei Jiexing's hand, for him and the monk of Bu Chop, this thing was even more precious than the chalcedony Zhu fruit.

"By the way, Xinzhuo, I said I had a gift for you."

I couldn't stand being swept away by Zhengyangzi's slightly fiery gaze, after all, that face didn't say that the country and the city were all right, but he was a man!

Man! Man! Man!

Mei Fuzi was not as good as Long Yang, so he changed the topic while hurrying.

Wu Mourning almost forgot about this gift.

"Su Wutang has collected most of the martial arts of the seventy-two prefectures of Zhuxia, which are used to control martial arts, and there are countless unique skills in the army. Your Infernal Eight Slashes, I think there is a backup in the arsenal of Suwutang. ”

"So, Xinzhuo, you don't know that the treasure trove is right in front of you." The monk laughed along.

"I've gained a lot this time, and it should be okay to help you find the Infernal Eight Slashes when the time comes."

Wu Mian just showed joy on his face, but he turned into embarrassment.

"But in this way, don't I owe Master Mei a lot? As a student, I have never even offered an apprenticeship, so I am both grateful and uneasy to take such a good time. ”

If you owe too much kindness and can't afford it, it may lead to a plot of great kindness.

Wu Mourning is not so frustrated, but as a wanton revenge, he doesn't want to say that he owes Mei Jiaxing so many favors.

"It's okay, I have an N ......" opened the folding fan, Mei Jiexing shook his head and was about to say something.

"Ahem, Xinzhuo, Yushan Chenghuang is derelict in his duties, and Suwutang has long had the heart to get rid of it."

Zhengyangzi interrupted Mei Fuzi and directly pointed out something that might happen to Yushan.

Wu Mian paused.

Then he nodded to show that he understood, and after knowing that Mei Fuzi was a counselor of Suwutang, he knew that this day would happen sooner or later. After all, Su Wutang is an organization that supervises the affairs of the martial artists in a place, including some social welfare of the martial artists, and the information resources under their control are terrifying.

There are not many Yushan Qizang.

can hammer the front foot to death, and the back hand explodes to kill impermanence, that sure Qizang moves the hand.

As for the exclusion method of the list of people who have information and who did it, it is already obvious to those who have the information who did it, and they do not need evidence. In the eyes of Mei Xingxing, if it wasn't for you Wu Xinzhuo, then it would be really hell?

Obviously, Zhengyangzi has not discussed this with the other two.

The sudden exit frightened Mei Fuzi and the monk Bu Qi, for fear of stimulating the murderer Wu Mourning.

Seeing that Wu Mourning didn't have an overreaction, he was relieved.

And Zhengyangzi smiled slightly, fiddling with his dust, as if to say that he was still very accurate in terms of temperament. Wu Mourning's character is actually quite simple, if it is ugly, it is a puppet, and if it is good, it is a clear grievance, and there is no need to think about intrigue.

Just exchange sincerity for sincerity.

Seeing this, Mei Jiexing stopped continuing what she just wanted to say, in fact, it was still inappropriate to think about it carefully, and it was not enough to moisturize things silently.

This young warrior with strong blood and strength, in the face of the delicate beautiful girl, there is always a chance.

"By the way, I'd like to ask you about a pattern."

Wu Mourning's heart suddenly moved, and he roughly described the pattern of the family team he saw that day, and he asked about this pattern in Yushan, but no one could tell which family pattern it was.

Now that a polymath was present, he simply asked.

"That is, the pattern of the Zuo family, which is not available for non-descendants."

Mei Jiexing was slightly startled, as if she was puzzled by how Wu Mian knew such a pattern.