Sure enough, I guessed it just now, and that's really the case at this time. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

"What does Sect Master Lou Xing mean?" Luo Yu looked at the three elders.

Third Elder Lou Xing smiled and said, "Please, our sect master will wait in front of my ancestor's mausoleum." ”

After that, Wei Yi stretched out his hand and invited him.

Falling feathers, clouds killing the sky, Hai Mofeng glanced at each other when he saw this, and after a glance, Hai Mofeng nodded and said, "Since that's the case, you can go, I won't go......"

"Let's go with the young master of the sea, outsiders can't learn it even if they see it, and going up together can be regarded as a witness for us."

Before Hai Mofeng's words were finished, the three elders smiled and spoke.

Hai Mofeng's eyes rolled when he heard this, since this is the case, the head of the Lou Xing family does not avoid suspicion, and he naturally doesn't care.

The night was drunk, and the group returned to the uncrowned front.

The uncrowned front in the night, without the majestic atmosphere of the day.

In the shadows of the trees, the moon shadows are flying, and the stars are all over the sky, which is quite quiet and far-reaching.

It's not the avenue of daylight, but the trail.

The defense on the road is lax, and there is basically no one.

"The mausoleum of the patriarch is in the Ethereal Peak, and no one is allowed to come here except the head of the family on weekdays, and today in order not to let the young master know, he withdrew his manpower."

Third Elder Lou Xing said with a smile as he led the way ahead.

Hai Mofeng nodded, Patriarch Lou Xing was buried in the Ethereal Peak, he still knew this.

"The rules are really strict." Luo Yu smiled when he heard this.

"Naturally, the secrets in the patriarch's mausoleum cannot be known to others." The third elder smiled gently.

The moonlight shines on the rough road, and the pale yellow stone paved ground faintly reflects the slightest mark.

It looks like traces of an old formation.

The sea ink wind is the head, the falling feather walks in the middle, but the cloud kills the sky at the end.

At this time, the moonlight passed, and the colorful silk threads on the ground seemed to fluctuate gently like water-like patterns, looking like spider silk.

Seeing this, Yun Jitian's eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked at it suspiciously.

"I see that your young master has a good relationship with the head of the family." Falling feathers seem to be pulling home.

The third elder smiled as he walked: "No, the relationship is so good that we can't even imagine it."