On a full moon night in the middle of winter, everything is quiet, and there is a very rhythmic snoring sound from the gloomy courtyard, and there are three tones at most.

The goose feather snow has fallen from the sky, and the moonlight is covered in silver, and a pool of water not far away, because it is living water, has not completely frozen, and the white water of the pool suddenly overflows the ice, and falls back after a while, as if it is a long breath.

Lu Guannan was still snoring, but Zongyang woke up.

He had an inexplicable feeling of discomfort, feeling that the air around him was being pulled away.

Putting on a cotton jacket, Zong Yang pushed open the door, and a cold air hit, just as he saw a huge full moon hanging on the treetops of the distant mountains outside, and the bright starlight in the sky, which was as silent as this.

A few old hens were awakened, and when they looked up, they saw that it was Zong Yang, and retracted their heads under their warm wings.

Whew-

As soon as the mountain wind passed, snow fell on the branches of some pine trees around them, and when the snow fell to the ground with a muffled bang, Zong Yang also stepped into the courtyard and looked around.

I thought it was my own illusion, but after all, I saw a strange scene, the mountain wind in front of me was not as usual, like rippling ripples, a circle of air waves rolled up a large area of pine needle snow, rolling and radiating, and the center was at the top of the mountain ancient cypress.

When Zong Yang was stunned, there was another wave of anger.

"Could it be that the ancient clock has moved?"

Zong Yang walked towards the Hidden Sword Palace, but halfway through, he suddenly felt that there would be any mountain ghosts and monsters, because he had already met one on the other side of the cliff, but under the strong drive of curiosity, he still climbed the mountain.

At this time, the mountain is quiet and picturesque, and the ancient cypress and ancient bell are not moving.

When Zong Yang walked over step by step, a wave of air swept over, as if he was in the tide of the lake, there was an indescribable feeling of suffocation, he stabilized his body like a rock at the bottom of the lake, and looked at the ancient well with the wind, because the air wave came from there!

This all-too-familiar place, the ancient well that has been neglected, can have such a mysterious and strange place. Lu Guannan had never mentioned Gujing before, and I believe he didn't know.

"What's in there?"

Zong Yang tensed his nerves and carefully walked a few steps forward, and an old hoarse voice came from the ancient well.

"You've finally found out."

Zong Yang's muscles all over his body burst out, as long as there was danger, he had to retreat a few feet, and then words came from the ancient well, but the voice was a little stiff.

"Don't be afraid, I'm your sword cultivation senior."

This sentence did have the desired effect, easing the tense and weird atmosphere, but Zong Yang still didn't get close, and stopped to stand.

"I haven't spoken for too long, and let me move, ahem-uh-hmm-hmm!"

These open voices are like the crow of an old crow that has not been in water for several days, which is worse than the ghost cry, but it indicates that it is a person inside.

When Zong Yang was a child, he often heard the old way of dice say that in some strange places such as cliffs and caves, there will always be some fairy treasure cheats, and he didn't expect to really bump into it tonight.

"Alas...... The salted fish that the calf sent tonight is too salty, boy, do you have any wine? The old guy in the ancient well scolded, his voice finally like a person, probably moistened his throat with saliva.

"Yes." Zong Yang had a good impression of the drinker first, and turned around and went down the mountain to get it.

When he returned to the mountain again, he saw that under the moonlight, an old man in a ragged black robe was squatting at the mouth of the well, and the big Taiji diagram on his back was the most eye-catching, followed by his two thin calves and a pair of red bare feet.

"Originally, I could often come out to breathe, sometimes look at the scenery and bask in the sun, just avoid the mushroom head up the mountain to dry things, but after you came, you came here every day, which made me stuffy for so long, and the clothes on my body were a little musty." The old guy complained angrily.

Zong Yang held a jar of wine in each hand, helplessly feeling a little guilty.

The old guy still had his back on his back, scratched his heels, and then stroked up strands of gray hair with his two hands, and said to himself: "Since Hanzi Niu didn't come to deliver food, I haven't seen anyone for some years, I don't know if my appearance is not like a human ghost or a ghost, will it scare you, but I think I was still very handsome back then." ”

Zong Yang is a narcissistic guy again.

As the old guy's body shook, Zong Yang suddenly found that on his back, there were two black thick iron chains, making a sound of "Solo Solo", and when he looked closely, there was a ring-shaped strange thing attached to the top of the chain, fixed on both shoulders, penetrating the flesh and skin. These two chains should have imprisoned him in the ancient well, and it was so cruel to imprison him.

"Is it Qi Xiu's doing?"

When Zong Yang was thinking, the old guy turned around with his pipa half-covered face, and his dignity was finally revealed.

Two long blue-gray eyebrows hanging down, but there are not many wrinkles on the emaciated old face, a pair of eyes are blazing, and the spirit is strong, it can only be said that the long is decent and kind-eyed, and he doesn't think that he will be handsome back then.

"Wine!" The old man's face was smiling like a chrysanthemum, and the thief hooked his finger at the wine jar.

Zong Yang threw the wine jar in his right hand, the old guy reached out and took it with his dry hand, patted the mud skillfully, and poured a few big mouthfuls of it, then he was satisfied with holding the wine jar in his arms and smashing the old mouth.

This is a high-grade soju brewed by Lu Guannan, and some herbs and wild fruits grown in the Knock Mountain are also added to it, which is strong and greatly replenished.

"You're the third person to know I'm here."

"Oh." Zong Yang's face was calm.

The old fellow frowned, very surprised, stretched out his right hand and shook and asked, "Isn't there a little surprise?" ”

Zong Yang didn't answer, for fear of hurting the heart.

The old guy was not bored with himself, turned his head and admired the moon, so he carefully unveiled it, and stroked his beard with the second finger of his right thumb and said: "The night is long, why don't you tell you a story?" ”

"Okay." Zong Yang sat on the ground and put the wine jar in front of him.

The old guy took another sip of wine, burped, and said: "Decades ago, at that time, Qingqiu Sword Cultivation could still suppress Qi Cultivation, and there was a handsome boy who went up the mountain and entered Sword Cultivation. ”

"That handsome boy is you." Zong Yang interrupted.

The old guy glared, pointed at Zong Yang and scolded: "You kid is so uninteresting." ”

Zong Yang smiled slightly, patted the sealing mud of the wine jar, a mellow fragrance overflowed, and he saluted the old guy with the wine jar, and then took a sip of himself.

The world's drinking friends are all like-minded people, meeting in a bowl, two ribs with a knife. After doing this, the two can be regarded as having a friendship.

After the old guy took a sip, he touched the corners of his mouth, remembered the past, and continued: "Although I have entered the sword cultivation, I have also practiced the qi for ten minutes, but the rules of the Qingqiu Gate are strict, the sword cultivation is the sword cultivation, and the qi cultivation is the qi cultivation. At that time, thanks to Han Zi Niu, he quietly taught me the Qi cultivation method, do you know who Han Zi Niu is? ”

Zong Yang shook his head.

"It's the current head." When the old guy said this, his face was full of disapproval, and he must have too many grievances with the current head.

"Later, the Demon Sect was rampant, Qingqiu Sword Cultivation died, and the waste was abolished, at this time, Qi Xiu occasionally got a copy of the exercise "Fetal Breath Sutra", advocating to accept it for his own use, so as to strengthen the strength of the sect, but the sword cultivation to the death of the ancestors, regard this as an act of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, and never compromise."

"Fortunately, the Demon Sect is suffering from external troubles, so the internal strife is hidden, but some radical disciples of Qi cultivation have begun to cultivate the Fetal Breath Sutra, and Hanzi Niu is the best among them, and after ten years, he has become the strongest in Qingqiu. At the beginning, Han Ziniu also gave me a manuscript of the "Fetal Breath Sutra", although I am the pillar of sword cultivation, but I have never rejected qi cultivation, and I feel that it is not better to be able to cultivate both sword qi, but when I practice the sword cultivation Sanzheng Sword while practicing the "Fetal Breath Sutra", the cultivation on both sides is not to mention, and I almost go crazy. ”

"Time doesn't wait for me, when I was still studying hard, the long-accumulated contradiction between the two cultivators of the Qingqiu Gate Sword Qi finally intensified, and the sword cultivator Ning chose the path of no return to clean up the portal for the sake of broken jade, but the sword cultivator, who was already weak, became the object of cleanup."

"So you're locked in this ancient well?" Zong Yang asked with a sigh.

"It's not." The old guy smiled deeply and sighed: "As a sword cultivator, I should always do something for sword cultivation, so I fought with Hanzi Niu here that year, and this ancient bell was cut down by my sword at that time." ”

"That sword intent was left by you?" Zong Yang's eyes lit up and he asked urgently.