With the gray mist as a guide, Liu Xunxiang and the others soon came to a stone forest.

"They're right here?" the woman in white spread her spiritual sense and spread around, probing around, but found nothing unusual.

Liu Xunxiang also looked around, swept his eyes widely, and said, "They are inside." ”

After speaking, she took the lead in stepping forward, and the woman in white frowned slightly and said, "Be careful." ”

Liu Xunxiang subconsciously answered: "You can't have a little common sense, this is a gambling trial, how dare they make a rash move, once they make a move, it will be regarded as a gamble, so without determining what our chips are, it is too risky for them to shoot." ”

The woman in white grinded her teeth, and there was an urge in her heart to rush up and bite him, this white-haired monk could always easily provoke her, and even she herself was not aware of this.

The two entered the stone forest, Liu Xunxiang looked at the bifurcated roads in front of him, closed his eyes, raised his right hand to face forward, and a strange feeling instantly came from an intersection, along his fingertips, to his heart.

"Found it. Liu Xunxiang said out loud, and then her body flickered, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards the intersection, and disappeared into the darkness in an instant, the woman in white was indignant in her heart, it was the first time she had encountered this kind of monk surnamed men, and there was no sense of pity and pity in her head at all, it was all paste.

Just after the two of them disappeared at the entrance of the stone forest, a middle-aged monk wearing a pickled Taoist robe, crooked Dao bun, and holding a dusty whisk poked his head out from the side.

This middle-aged monk looks treacherous and cunning, with a hint of obscenity, if you look closely, his eyes will glow with a little green between opening and closing, hesitating the jackal in the night.

Seeing that there was no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and muttered in a low voice: "Immeasurable you are a great Tianzun, Dao Ye and I haven't done anything to hurt heaven and reason, why do you meet a monk and shout to kill Dao Ye, no, Dao Ye must figure this matter out, and when Dao Ye I find out who is framing me behind my back, Dao Ye must pick his skin." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest also slipped into the stone forest with a cat.

In the depths of the stone forest, the middle-aged scribe sat on a black stone in the middle, still holding a scroll and looking at it with relish, even if two strange monks appeared in this den, it could not interrupt his interest in reading.

The space here is limited, and you can see the whole picture at a glance, although the light is not good, but for Liu Xunxiang, who is a spiritual cultivator, it is still as bright as day.

After making sure that there was no trace of Liu Hanyan here, he looked at the middle-aged scribe reading in front of him with some doubts, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't remember that there was this person in the trial.

Helplessly, he turned his head sideways to the woman in white beside him and whispered, "Do you know this person?"

The woman in white also shook her head blankly, and said, "Look at his clothes, he looks like a Confucian cultivator, but the forces that came in this time haven't heard of any of the schools coming." ”

Liu Xunxiang was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "Academy?"

"All the Confucian cultivation in the world belongs to the Washing Ink Academy, but even if the Washing Ink Academy is a super sect, it can't accommodate so many disciples, so there are schools set up in various countries and places, and each school manages the Confucian cultivation in each place, and the system is divided layer by layer, and you can also understand it as a joint hall under a sect. The woman in white explained.

"All the Confucian cultivators in the world are washed ink? The power of this ink washing academy is inevitably too great. Liu Xunxiang responded.

In the tomb that year, the sloppy old man also told himself about the scholars, including the mention of the Ink Academy, but at that time, the sloppy old man said that the scholar alone overturned the entire Ink Academy, and he himself was even more powerful to carry the dean of the Divine Xuanjing Realm to take eighteen beats without dying, at that time, Liu Xunxiang didn't know much about the Ink Academy, so he didn't think so.

However, now that he heard the momentum of the Ink Academy, it made him a little distracted, and the more he learned about the Academy, the more he could feel the strength of the scholars back then.

"Naturally, the Ink Washing Academy is called the Ancient Holy Academy, naturally it has its heritage in it, and it is also a super sect, but a branch of the Ink Washing Academy is enough to fight against a supreme country in our Eastern Regions. ”

After the woman in white finished speaking, Liu Xunxiang inexplicably appeared in her mind the shadow of the black-clothed scholar she met at Wanxiong Pass at that time...

The woman in white saw that Liu Xunxiang was a little distracted, and gently bumped him with her shoulder, Liu Xunxiang came back to her senses, touched her nose, looked at the middle-aged scribe in front of her and asked, "Wu Liang is cultivating in Xiasan, I don't know what to call you?"

The middle-aged scribe stretched out his index finger with his right hand and gently put it to his lips: "Shh, wait for me to finish reading." ”

Liu Xunxiang frowned slightly, but didn't speak again.

After about a cup of tea, the middle-aged scribe shook his head and put down the scroll, and sighed softly: "The edict, the ancient extreme, the living people sacrifice to the heavens, seal the heavens and prison the way, all living beings need to pass through immeasurable calamities, such as the abyss is like a prison, and it is regarded as supreme enlightenment." ”

Liu Xunxiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and it was this sentence again!

"Who the hell are you?" Liu Xunxiang shouted softly.

The middle-aged scribe woke up from a dream, and the pupils in his eyes condensed, and then he realized that there were two monks, a man and a woman, standing in front of him.

"It's a good thing that the two of you were able to find here. The middle-aged scribe didn't panic at all and said with a smile.

Liu Xunxiang didn't speak, his eyes stared at the middle-aged monk, and between the middle-aged monk's words and eyebrows, he always felt a little weird, and it seemed a little unnatural.

The woman in white also frowned, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you, why do you want to disturb the trial?"

The middle-aged scribe glanced at her, but didn't pay attention to the woman in white, but looked at Liu Xunxiang with interest and said, "Why are you here?"

Liu Xunxiang was stunned when she was asked, but replied quietly: "You know me?"

The middle-aged scribe smiled and did not answer his question, but continued, "You shouldn't come to this Fog Hidden Sect. ”

"Why?"

"Your cultivation can't keep up with your curiosity, this world is more complicated than you imagined, so when you don't have enough cultivation, it's better not to have such a big curiosity, understand?" The middle-aged scribe looked at him, and the gaze in his eyes made Liu Xunxiang's brows furrow into a "Chuan" character.

Since entering this Fog Hidden Sect, Liu Xunxiang has encountered strange things one after another, the one who lost his eyes, the obscure inscription, and the small trial world where he is located, as well as the strange woman around him, and now, there is another middle-aged scribe who seems to know him, Liu Xunxiang only feels that his head is big for a while.

"You seem to know me!" Liu Xunxiang asked rhetorically.

"It doesn't matter if you know these things or not, what matters is that you should go back. ”

Liu Xunxiang was confused when she heard it, but the middle-aged scribe in front of her didn't look like she was entertaining herself.

The woman in white beside him saw that his face was wrong, and hurriedly said: "Don't listen to him, this is the son of Confucianism, you have to stabilize the Dao heart, otherwise you will go crazy at best, and the Dao heart will be broken at worst, and the Dao foundation will be abolished." ”

"Zi said?" Liu Xunxiang shook her head vigorously, but the scene in front of her began to become illusory.

"Yes, the son of Confucianism said, and the words of the Xianmen, the opening of the Zen of Buddhism, a word, ten thousand laws, are the best Taoist powers, those who are not firm in their minds will become their servants, those who are not angry in their hearts, break their hearts, and die of madness. The woman in white looked anxious, and hurriedly said with Liu Xunxiang in her arms.

The middle-aged scribe didn't argue, and said with a smile: "Little guy, go back, this Fog Hidden Sect is not the place you should come to." ”

Liu Xunxiang's body suddenly weakened and sat on the ground.

The woman in white glared angrily and snorted coldly: "As a core disciple of the Ink Washing Academy, how can you do this!"

"Ink Academy..."The middle-aged scribe's eyes were a little dim, and he muttered in a low voice.

Liu Xunxiang sat paralyzed on the ground, only to feel that the world was spinning, and the words of the middle-aged scribe kept coming from his ears, even if he covered his ears with aura, the voice still kept echoing in his mind.

"The core disciple of the Ink Washing Academy..."

"The son of Confucian Xiu said...."

"Say what you say, open your mouth and Zen..."

A cacophony of voices in his head seemed to blow his head open.

Liu Xunxiang's eyes were bloodshot, he didn't dare to hesitate, he bit the tip of his tongue, the severe pain made his mind recover slightly, and the short lucidity made him see in the middle-aged scribe why he felt that this middle-aged scribe was strange.

The middle-aged scribe's body was not strange, but it gave him a sense of déjà vu.

"Who the hell are you, I've seen you, I've seen you!!"

Liu Xunxiang got up and staggered to the middle-aged scribe, clasping his shoulders with both hands and shaking, he was sure that he must have seen this middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe did not resist, his body swayed with Liu Xunxiang's movements, looking at Liu Xunxiang's appearance, he sighed softly, and then, a mournful and tactful singing voice appeared in the entire stone forest.

"The winter snow is blowing on people's faces, and the wind is chilling through the bones..."

"The world of the Ancient Holy Courtyard is dark, who dares to say, the code of ethics is often withered..."

“.....”

"If you have not experienced my suffering, do not talk to me about righteousness..."

Liu Xunxiang listened to the lyrics with dull eyes, and recalled in his mind a pear orchard in Wanxiongguan at that time, where he first heard the lyrics......

His gaze refocused, and he looked at the face of the middle-aged scribe in front of him, and gradually coincided with the Tsing Yi actor who was singing on the stage at that time.

"It's you..."Liu Xunxiang murmured with a lost soul.

The middle-aged scribe glanced at the jade plaque in his hand, patted Liu Xunxiang's shoulder, and said, "It's almost time, little guy, we'll meet again in the future." ”

After speaking, he gently tapped the scroll on Liu Xunxiang's forehead, Liu Xunxiang wanted to dodge, but his whole body was like a confinement, and he couldn't move at all.

And the moment he closed his eyes, he saw that the red marks on the jade plate had come to an end.

"Why... So fast..."

His eyes fell into darkness again, and he didn't know how long it took, a clear voice called softly in Liu Xunxiang's ear.

"Senior brother, senior brother..."

"Senior brother, don't sleep with senior brother..."

Liu Xunxiang was a little dazed, and muttered, "Senior brother, who is calling me, is it calling me?"