But he said that the scholar came out of the examination room, returned to his heart like an arrow, and led the donkey out of the city. Unexpectedly, the sky was not beautiful, and halfway through, the sky thunderclaped and rained.

This rain is not big or small, the scholar himself is good, but a box of books is extremely expensive, is anxious, looking at a small pavilion in front of him, the scholar is overjoyed, and hurriedly led the donkey over to avoid the rain.

When he arrived at the pavilion, the scholar unloaded the bookcase from the donkey and put it in the middle of the pavilion, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and turn around to find a seat and sit down.

However, it didn't matter if he turned around this time, he almost scared him - outside the pavilion behind him, there was a person standing quietly!

No wonder the scholar was surprised, he walked all the way alone, bending down to carry a bookcase, and this person came behind him, as if he had fallen straight from the sky.

The spring was cold, but the man was only wearing a thin black shirt, and he was also soaked by the rain at this time. He was tall and tall, like a pine wrapped in a black cloth.

Seeing that the scholar turned around, he nodded in greeting, took off his hat and twisted a handful of wet hair, so that the scholar could see his face clearly: thin lips, a high nose bridge, thin cheeks, a pair of long, bright eyes embedded under the sword eyebrows, and a thumb-sized pale red pattern extending from the corner of the left eye.

Strange, handsome, shrewd, proud, calm, cold-

"Wait, how can this be so detailed?" Pei Ye couldn't help but interrupt, he remembered that the pen power of "Qingluan in the Mirror" was very concise, and he only added ink or two in the most important places.

Zhang Siche glanced at him: "Do you talk or do I talk about it?" ”

"You speak."

"This is the first appearance of the hero of Wu Qiu, if you don't go into details, how can you know his heroic appearance? Do you know that the ability of the hero to wash is enough to not get wet in the rain, and here is the fear of scaring this scholar so that he deliberately gets drenched in the rain......"

Pei Ye understood now, it turned out to be a character he liked, so he said: "Needless to say, you can tell how people write it." ”

Zhang Siche rolled his eyes and continued: "In short, the scholar was intimidated by this appearance......

The scholar and the man sheltered under the rain pavilion together, the man held his sword and leaned against the pillar, looking cold and lonely, the scholar did not dare to talk, only sat quietly.

Unexpectedly, the man took the initiative to ask him to help him read a small note, and the scholar hurriedly took it, on which was an ancient text, and the words and word order were very archaic. The scholar read it several times before he realized that this text was describing a place.

However, it is still quite difficult for scholars to understand what exactly they mean. There is only one sentence "Ghost car going north", he can see more easily, the ancient name of the Kuiju Mountain on the edge of his town seems to be "Ghost Car Mountain", and from this mountain "north" is the direction of his town.

The rest of the sentences have to be solved by looking through the ancient books and carefully studying the evidence by the local Confucians.

The scholar was honest, and the man wanted to thank the scholar with a piece of jade, but the scholar was too precious to refuse, and seeing that the rain was not stopping, the two opened the conversation and chatted.

The scholar originally thought that the man was a cultivator who studied martial arts deeply and did not ask about other things, but after talking, he couldn't help but be amazed by his erudition.

Literature, calligraphy, music, chess, cooking, wood and stone, architecture, horse recognition, jade recognition, etc., this man is all proficient, which simply amazes the scholar.

Scholars can't help but feel a little self-aware, even if they take the exam, they only have some attainments in reading the scriptures and writing essays, in contrast, they are exactly that kind of nerd scholars.

The man said that he was also a rough man, and that all this knowledge came from an erudite friend who later died, leaving behind many books and notes, which he often looked at because he missed his friend.

The conversation came up, the man took out a pot of wine, the two chatted while drinking, and the scholar confided the hardships of his life, the ambition in his chest, the feelings of the beauty, and the anxiety in his heart.

The man listened quietly, obviously with extraordinary experience, and could nod a few words from a high vantage point no matter what the scholar said.

In this way, they exchanged names and formed a friendship, and when they parted, the man said that he had seen the shadow of that friend from the scholar, and he would come to him to drink and talk after the matter was done in two days.

Before leaving, a true qi slapped in, and the scholar suddenly woke up, refreshed, and looked around, but there was no trace of the black clothes.

Zhang Siche stopped talking at this point.

"Go on." Pei Li is still unfinished.

"It's your turn." Zhang Siche looked at the door, where a blood shadow walked in.

Pei Ye raised his head, and he heard the black-robed man say in an indifferent voice: "[Twenty-one] wins, and the next group of [Twenty-three] and [Twenty-four]." ”

A huge shadow stood up in the depths of the stone cellar, a strong man about two meters tall, Pei Ye had noticed him before, but after he stood up at this time, he revealed the full picture of his body.

Thick skin, wide hands and feet, hard tendons, and large pieces of primitive totems tattooed on the body...... He walked over and smiled fiercely at Pei Ye, revealing two sharp tiger teeth.

Deserted.

Pei Ye sighed silently and stood up.

"Come back and listen to it again." Zhang Siche's face covered with red scars grinned.

……

Pei Ye walked out of the stone cellar and had the opportunity to see the appearance of this valley for the first time.

Although the night is deep, but tonight the moon is bright, full of stars, under the bright light, the high cliffs and mountains on both sides are concave and convex, and there are sharp protrusions from time to time.

With the valley long but not wide, Pei Ye raised his head and felt like he was in the mouth of a giant dog.

There were fewer people outside than Pei Ye imagined, only occasionally seeing scattered black robes, and Pei Ye even suspected that there were more people entering the grotto than the rest of the people.

However, it is also reasonable, firstly, there is no room for the Candle World Sect to vigorously develop its followers, and secondly, the people who enter the grotto, except for himself and Zhang Siche, do not need to be detained.

But turning the hazy mountain shadow, as soon as the scene behind him came into view, Pei Ye's eyes widened, and he suspected that he might be thinking wrong-perhaps, there were still many people.

If this valley is a dog's mouth, then the sight is that it has been smashed into it with a hammer.

The canine teeth shattered and fell off, and the sand and gravel flowed like blood.

The Candle Cult once erected an elevated and set up camp here, but now everything has been ruthlessly destroyed by an unknown force, and it can be seen that the center of that power is not these buildings or rocks, they are only incidental.

Walking further, a scene that made Pei Li's heart and lungs stop beating even more appeared - there was a corpse parked next to the ruins, even if it was stained with blood, the color of the robe was still so prominent.

It's the purple of the mysterious Venerable.

This scene flashed in his field of vision, Pei Li had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he didn't have time to think about what kind of blow he had suffered here, the black-robed man who led the way had stopped, and a field appeared in front of him.

The blue flames of the two heights rose all around, forming a neat circle.

On the ground in the middle of the circle was painted with a fire sigil that had not been seen for several days, and it was so large that it filled the entire field.

In the middle of the field, a dark blue and almost purple light bead floated, and the residual blood left over from the last battle was still precipitating wisps from the dust, and then flew into this light bead.

Without a greeting, the desolate man stepped into it first, hooked his hand at Pei Li, and the behemoth figure was twisted by the flame curtain like a yaksha.