The stars are like tears, and the night covers the eyes. I don't know what time it is, but it's already moonlit and starry. The lights have long been extinguished in the misty mountain villa, and they are resting. Although what happened today is still heart-wrenching, except for a few people, most of the disciples were still able to sleep peacefully, but they didn't know that a few more people were brutally killed in their sleep.

At this time, Shen Cuttlefish, who had always gone to bed early, did not blow out the candle, or found a wood about three feet six inches long from nowhere, borrowed a knife, held it in his hand, suddenly took it away, suddenly got closer, squinted his eyes and gestured for a long time, seeing that the night was getting deeper, the faint candle flame was swaying in the wind, and Shen Cuttlefish was also yawning, full of tiredness, but still refused to rest.

Qingyu Xuechai's second daughter wanted to serve him to rest early, but seeing that Shen Cuttlefish didn't know what to do, she didn't dare to ask more, so she waited aside, sat quietly, Qingyu protected the candle flame to prevent it from being blown out by the night wind, and at the same time sewed Shen Cuttlefish's tattered old clothes under the lamp, and the Xue Hairpin beside him couldn't bear the long night, and fell asleep on the table. Qingyu was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she put on a dress for her.

The drowsy Shen cuttlefish pinched the inside of his thigh, and the severe pain penetrated his whole body, straight to the gate of heaven, and he was sleepy in an instant, full of energy, and tried to open his eyes, and saw the two girls under the candlelight, smiled slightly, put down the wood and knife in his hand, got up and closed the window, turned back to Qingyu who was still mending clothes, and said: "It's not too early, you two go back to rest quickly." ”

Hearing this, Qingyu tilted her little head and let out a tired smile, and said softly: "Childe hasn't rested yet, how dare we as subordinates leave? ”

Shen Cuttlefish shook his head and smiled: "You two have to stay up with me, I'm afraid you won't want to sleep tonight." Under repeated urging, Qingyu had no choice but to help the half-asleep Xue Hai back to the room to rest, leaving the well-repaired robe, Shen Cuttlefish held the clothes in his hands, and could still feel a trace of warmth and the fragrance of the girl, and sighed a little. He looked back at the wood that had not changed at all against the side of the bed, and held his forehead, so he had to continue pondering.

Use the wood to constantly compare with the Bai Ze sword with only the hilt left, cut and reduce, knock and beat, stop and look for a while, feel satisfied with the file to polish, dissatisfied with the knife after repeated comparison and continue to adjust and modify one knife at a time. The hard work paid off, and I don't know how many hours passed, and the oil in the oil lamp was almost dried up, and there was not much left of the wick, and the original wood had turned into a decent blade.

Although the blade of this wood sword is neither sharp, nor very tough, nor delicate, it is far from the Bai Ze sword, but he is Shen Cuttlefish painstakingly, chiseled and polished little by little, and fits on the hilt of the sword, which is quite compatible. Finally completed this huge project, Shen Cuttlefish was exhausted, and he was satisfied with the wooden sword and fell on the bed, and after a while, he snored like thunder.

Besides, Na Zhuo Yiping, who was originally alone in Xiao Yan's room, saw that it was getting late, Xiao Yan was fine, his breath gradually stabilized, and it seemed that he was out of danger, so he ordered the disciples outside the door to take care of it, and he went back to the room to breathe, so that he could kick Xiao Yan to keep his mind, regulate his true qi, and repair the meridians, he himself also consumed a lot of true qi, and he was sweating profusely, which was the time of weakness. When I got back to my room and closed the door, there was no movement. The disciples still guarded the key points and sentry posts in various places, and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

But looking at Xiao Yan's room again, not long after Zhuo Yiping left, the disciple who was guarding the door suddenly felt sleepy, his body and mind did not obey the call, staggered, fell to the ground, leaned on the door and fell asleep, completely unconscious. The door opened quietly, and a thin figure walked into the room in the dark, without movement, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, even Xiao Yan, who was lying on the bed, disappeared together, without a trace.

Just when the black shadow took Xiao Yan with him, thinking that he had left the place of right and wrong without knowing it, and fled, someone saw it clearly in the dark. Smiled slightly, flashed away, leaving no trace, the snow-white corners of the clothes swept in the dark night, flashing a blood-colored delphinium, fluttering in the wind, lifelike.

The bleak wind and the moon and stars fled, and the grass was born and bent their waists again. The wind is terrifying, and the gods and ghosts are discolored. The stones pierce through the hollow dead door, and the inaccessible people fly far away. I don't see the swordsman of the past, but I sigh that I am lost and wrong.

On the peak of Guitang, the new grass shoots are blown by the cold wind and staggered, all surrender, the moon and stars are scarce, the black magpie flies south, but there is no place to live, the wind blows through the dry branches and dry forests, like a god crying and laughing, it is creepy, shuddering, the world is dark, shrouded in everything, a dead silence. Follow the sheep intestine path hidden in the rocks, turn left and right, go right and go left, and every time you see a plane tree, you turn left and go forward, and walk on a natural platform on the top of Guitang Peak.

The platform is only three zhang away from the top of the mountain, connected to the peak body, there is a cave on the platform, it has not been taken care of for a long time, the weeds are overgrown, the stones are piled up, there is a stone tablet standing at the entrance of the hole, the book "Wutong returns to the Tang place, the cultivation of the mind and the body" ten upright and beautiful big characters, there is a big "forbidden" word on the side, and at the same time indicate the forbidden land of the mountain villa, the word that the trespasser died. Presumably, this is the forbidden place where Gongsun Wangjing's mouth is used to punish confinement and meditate on practice.

Looking into the cave from the entrance of the cave, it was pitch black five steps away, the light could not enter, the wind could not enter, and it was extremely strange. And the black shadow took the unconscious Xiao Yan and slowly climbed up the mountain, the black shadow seemed to be very struggling, his body swayed, and he gasped step by step. Not wanting to see that he was about to reach his destination, Xiao Yan on his shoulder actually woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the surroundings were both familiar and unfamiliar. Since Zhuo Yiping sat on the position of the owner of this mountain villa and invited three virtuous brothers to take charge of the villa with him, very few people came to this forbidden place because of punishment, and Zhuo Yiping gradually got used to practicing in his own room, so he did not often come to this remote and deserted place.

It seemed that he found himself being carried up the mountain, Xiao Yan also recognized that this was Guitang Peak, gritted his teeth and struggled, and slapped his palm on the shoulder of the black shadow. Although Xiao Yan said that he had no internal strength, after all, he was a person who practiced martial arts, and he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, so the strength of this palm would naturally not be small. The black shadow didn't seem to expect him to wake up at this moment, and he was very surprised, and he was unsuspected, but he was pushed away by Xiao Yan, and the two of them each rolled on the ground for three weeks, and then jumped up again, facing each other, shocked.

When Xiao Yan saw the man's face clearly, he was dumbfounded, and he turned around to flee from this place, but the black shadow sneered, and pounced forward to block his way. Xiao Yan never thought that this person's head was so fast, in a hurry, he raised his hand to fight, how could he have no internal strength, only then did the sneak attack succeed, and now that the black shadow is on guard, he will naturally not let him succeed. Sideways flashed, and then grabbed Xiao Yan's arm, went around behind him, took advantage of Xiao Yan's unpreparedness, locked his throat with his left hand, and pressed his right hand against his lower back, firmly restraining Xiao Yan, unable to move.

But Xiao Yan grabbed the arms of the black shadow with both hands, panted, and asked intermittently, "You, you...... You've always been pretending...... What are your intentions......" The black shadow sneered, stared into Xiao Yan's eyes, and answered his question while continuing to strengthen his strength to strangle his neck, "Yes, but unfortunately you know too late...... Third Brother Xiao ......"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly exerted force, and broke Xiao Yan's neck, looking at the corpse of Xiao Yan with a blue face, prominent eyes, and a frightened face, Gongsun Wuqiu smiled slightly, grabbed the collar behind him, lifted the corpse to his shoulder, and walked to the forbidden place on crutches.

Carrying Xiao Yan's corpse, he bent down and walked into the dark cave, threw it at his feet, took out a fire fold from his arms, blew it and then protected it with his palm, and half-groped to the corner of the cave, brushed aside the weeds, and saw that a piece of masonry in the lower left corner was extremely abrupt, so he pressed it down gently, and a rumbling sound came from the cave, startling away the birds perched on the top of the mountain. After the rumbling sound, a thin crack was removed where the masonry was, and Gongsun Wuqiu put his hand into the crack, grabbed an iron cable, and pulled it outward, and a ray of light burst out from the other side of the cave.

The light became more and more obvious, and the whole cave was illuminated, and there was a gap in the corner the size of a square, and under the gap was a staircase leading down the cave. Gongsun Wuqiu then carried Xiao Yan's corpse again, walked down the stone steps, and when his figure disappeared completely, he heard three more knocks on the bricks, and the gap closed, as usual, without any flaws.

After walking down the seventy-two stone steps and the thirty-six jade steps, you will come to an extremely wide stone hall. There is an oil lamp at each of the four corners of the stone hall, which illuminates the stone hall. This stone hall is the same size as the Xia Yin Hall of the Misty Mountain Villa, and it is hidden in Guitang Peak, but where it is hidden, I am afraid that even Zhuo Yiping himself is not very clear. There is nothing in the stone hall except a stone bed and two futons, it seems very empty, but there is an apricot-yellow human portrait hanging on the stone wall facing the stone bed, the portrait is circled by people with cinnabar circles, there are many annotations, the surrounding is full of words, but the edge of the portrait is already broken, it seems to have a torn appearance, and there are blood stains, presumably human blood is the same.

When Gongsun Wuqiu threw the corpse in the stone hall, and looked at the person sitting on the stone bed, it seemed that he was commonplace, accustomed to it, and was not surprised, and he also sat cross-legged beside him, put his hands on his knees, and used his true qi to recuperate and practice luck. After a long time, I suddenly heard the screams of the people beside me, the screams were heartbreaking, painful, and shocked, creepy, and cold sweat broke out. Fortunately, it is closed and remote, otherwise it would have caused an uproar if it spread.