Night fell quietly.

The moon is like a hook, and a few stars accompany the crescent moon, in the dark night sky, wantonly swaying beauty, embellished with heartbreaking night.

The hazy moonlight and the blurred starlight reflect each other, writing the beauty of the world.

The moonlight spreads the earth, and it is covered in silver.

Outside the city, inside a ruined temple.

The ruined temple is a little shabby, and under the illumination of the silver light, there is a touch of mystery.

I don't know when this temple was abandoned, but it was known that it existed for a long time, and then as the last monk of Qinglong City sat down, no one took care of it, and it became what it is now.

Inside the temple, the decoration is simple, with only one table.

The floor, the walls, were dusty and ventilated in all directions, except for a few pillars struggling to support them, and a few faded rags hung from the beams and fluttered in the wind.

At night, it looks a little infiltrating.

However, the statue enshrined in the center of the temple is spotless, and even the table in front of it and the fruit bowl on it are as bright as new.

I have to say, it's a little weird.

Under the table, a figure stood hidden in the darkness, lying sideways, with his back to the empty doorframe, his head resting on his arms, and his body in ragged clothes.

There was a faint sound of breathing.

The man fell asleep.

Yunhua saw this scene when he came in, he was slightly stunned, the night was like ink, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Behind that, there was a flask and two wine glasses.

One cup was empty, and the other was filled with a yellowish liquid.

"Lao Huang. ”

Yun Hua walked in slowly and said softly.

Even in the dark of night, he could see at a glance the sleeping old Huang under the table.

Lao Huang seemed to move in his sleep, but he didn't react much, just breathed a little less.

Yun Hua slowly walked behind Lao Huang and knelt down, "I know you're awake." ”

The back still didn't speak.

Yun Hua didn't feel embarrassed, looked around, and pursed his lips, the environment here was a little worse than he imagined.

The cool breeze of the night blows in, bringing with it a chill.

He couldn't help but shudder.

"I have come to have something to say to you. ”

Lao Huang gathered his meager clothes, still not meaning to talk to Yunhua.

Yunhua looked at the wine jug in front of him, took a light breath, and just approached the mouth of the pot, there was a strong aroma of wine.

"It's okay to drink a cup from you, right?" Yunhua said softly.

Then he picked up the glass filled with an unknown liquid.

There was a strange smell in my face.

He frowned and said, "What is this?"

However, thinking that there would be no bad wine around this drunkard, he picked it up, followed the rim of the cup, and took a small sip.

"What's the smell?"

As soon as the little liquid slipped into his mouth, he felt a nausea coming out of his throat, and he seemed to be resisting.

Yunhua directly spit out that small mouthful.

"I only use a wine glass. ”

In front of Yunhua, an indifferent and old voice suddenly came.

"What do you mean?" Yun Hua was surprised, and then looked down at the glass of wine in a daze.

At this time, the moonlight happened to be gently falling.

A yellowish liquid, slightly cloudy, and a faint weird smell, somewhat similar to that one.

As if thinking of something, Yun Hua was furious, got up, slammed the wine glass on the ground, and said loudly: "Yellow blind man, you dare to play with me!"

Lao Huang, who was lying on the ground, slowly turned around and yawned leisurely.

The man's face was thin, but it was an ordinary face, which was almost impossible to find in the crowd, but a pair of eyes could not see the eyeballs, only deep depressions, which penetrated to the extreme.

Against the backdrop of the dark night, Lao Huang is like a ghost.

His voice was a little cold, and the corners of his mouth drew a playful arc, "Did I invite you to drink this glass of wine?"

Yunhua's five fingers slowly clenched, "No." ”

"Then you have it, you will suffer it yourself. ”

Lao Huang sneered, then turned around and continued to turn his back to Yunhua.

In desperation, Yunhua had no choice but to admit it, "I'm here to talk to you about Yan'er." ”

"Smoke?"

Hearing these two words, Lao Huang's ears moved.

"Yes, something happened to Yan'er. Yunhua nodded.

After all, it was he who touched other people's things first, and only he could bear the consequences, and he already knew what kind of person the yellow blind man was.

"I know more about Xiao Nizi's current situation than you as a father. "Old Huangdao, when the voice talked about Xiao Nizi, it was rare with a little gentleness.

Ignoring the dust on the ground, Yunhua lay on the ground like an old yellow, with his hands on his head, looking at the vast night.

He exhaled softly, his expression was more relaxed than he had ever been, like an old man who had gone through thousands of sails, telling other people's stories.

He said: "When Yaoyao gave birth to Yan'er, it may be that our protection was not done well, just at noon today, Zhang Lao found that there was half of Yaoyao's blood in Yan'er's body. ”

"Isn't that normal?" said Lao Huang's indifferent voice.

Yunhua turned his head, but he could only see the back of Lao Huang's head, and he said again: "Yan'er's body has half of the evil bloodline. ”

Lao Huang Huoran got up, his body was rickety, his eyes were empty, and he was full of horror, even if he couldn't see his eyes, he must be very shocked.

"What! what do you say! ”

Yunhua said softly: "I said, half of Yan'er's body is Yaoyao's blood. ”

Now he's calmed down.

This time, Lao Huang finally understood what this bloodline meant.

"How could it be ......"

Lao Huang fell to the ground in some despair, leaning his back against the table, muttering to himself.

Yun Hua looked at it for a moment, got up, patted the dust on his body, and waited for Lao Huang to calm down.

Lao Huang actually values smoke more than him.

Time passed slowly, and I don't know how long it took, Lao Huang slowly held on to the table and stood up with difficulty, and a hoarse voice slowly came out of his throat.

"Yunhua, you have to be worthy of Yaoyao!"

Trembling to the extreme, even hysterical.

His outstretched hand trembled, although he couldn't see it, but it was facing Yunhua's direction.

"I know, so I'm coming to you. Yunhua said calmly, his eyes were unwavering.

"Say it. ”

Lao Huang nodded, as if he had exerted all his strength, leaned his back against the table, slowly slid to the ground, and sat down in a dejected manner.

"There is a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in Beibi Mountain, which is said to be able to suppress the bloodline of Yan'er, I want you to help me calculate, who will be the destined person?" Yun Hua squatted down.

When Lao Huang heard this, he stretched out his palm tremblingly, and it was difficult to close it after half a sound, and his palm was facing down, but a few copper coins fell out.

Bang bang bang

Only three crisp sounds were heard, and three copper coins fell to the ground.

Yun Hua only saw clearly at this time that the appearance of these three copper coins, with complex patterns engraved on them, and profound spells, faintly, actually had a trace of power that could not be underestimated.

Lao Huang's palm went down, and in the vast night, he touched three copper coins at once.

Yunhua held his breath and looked at Lao Huang.