The three brothers and sisters glanced at each other, but decided to go over and take a look before making plans.

Pushing open the closed door, it turned out to be a coffin shop, and there were a lot of coffins and wood in it. The red-painted coffins were neatly placed in the middle of the ground, and there were many unpainted wooden coffins next to them.

"Senior brother, is there anyone here?"

Yuejiao's voice was very low, for fear of disturbing this quiet place.

didn't wait for the elder brother's comforting voice, but he heard that there seemed to be someone talking in the backyard of this coffin shop.

The three brothers and sisters walked lightly to the backyard.

"Senior brother, are the rest of the people in the village here?

"Take them all. ”

As soon as Yuejiao and the three of them heard it, no matter how they heard this tough tone, it was ill-intentioned, since they had met it, how could they look at it?

Razor kicked open the backyard door and rushed in with his sword in hand.

I saw more than a dozen ordinary people squatting in a corner of the backyard with yellow faces and thin muscles, and they didn't feel a little aura on their bodies, all wearing white mourning clothes.

Why do people here wear white mourning clothes?

Standing in the middle of the courtyard was a group of monks in Tsing Yi, and when they saw someone suddenly breaking in, they all drew their swords.

"Who's coming? ”

Han Shi glanced at everyone, stopped Lei Ze's next move, and hugged his fists and said: "But the disciples of the Mosan Immortal Monarch? ”

When the dozen or so Tsing Yi monks standing opposite heard this, they glanced at each other, as if they doubted the truth of what Han Shi said.

On the other side, there was a little girl who looked very young, who seemed very interested in the three people who suddenly broke in, and asked excitedly, "Are you really from the Seventh Heaven?"

Han Shi took out the birthday sticker of the Silent Immortal Monarch and explained: "We are here to attend the birthday banquet of the Silent Immortal Monarch on the order of the family teacher. ”

The birthday banquet invitation sent out by the Mosan Immortal Monarch naturally has the imprint of the Divine Consciousness of the Mosan Immortal Monarch on it, and it cannot be faked.

When the monks in Tsing Yi saw it, they all put away their swords. And the man standing at the front stepped forward, hugged his fists and said: "The two hundred and forty-seventh disciple of Xia Mosan Immortal Monarch sits, Lan Yu, this is my little junior sister, Lan Jiao." ”

Those who are not introduced are the outer disciples who have no name in the sect.

The two sides saluted again, and according to Yuejiao's estimate, this arrogant-looking Lan Yu had reached the cultivation level of the late stage of foundation building, and was the highest cultivation among these people. And the one named Lan Jiao should have just built the foundation, and the breath on his body is still unstable!

Lan Jiao is a very lively little girl, probably it is difficult to see a young and outstanding woman in the fairy gate, so when she saw Yuejiao, she immediately came to her side enthusiastically.

"My name is Lan Jiao, what is your name? There are many disciples under my master's seat, but there are few female disciples, and I am the youngest of them. I'm just two hundred and thirty years old, what about you?"

Yuejiao also felt that it was not easy to meet a female cultivator of the same age as herself, and replied with a smile: "My name is Yuejiao, and I am exactly three hundred years old this year. ”

Lan Jiao suddenly shouted out in surprise and pulled Yuejiao's arm. "Our name is the same sound, your name is squeamish?"

Yuejiao shook her head and wrote her name in the void.

Although Lan Jiao was a little disappointed that the names of the two people turned out to be homophones and different words, she still held Yuejiao's hand and didn't let go.

"That can also show that we have fate, and we will be good sisters in the future, do you say okay?"

Speaking of which, Yuejiao really doesn't have any friends.

This blue delicate little round face, big eyes are always smiling, and there is a pair of deep pear vortices at the corners of the mouth, which looks very pleasing, and Yuejiao also feels that she is very close to herself.

"Of course. ”

The two girls were chatting speculatively on one side, and the men on the other side were already talking about business.

"What's the matter with this village, how desolate it looks?"

Han Shi thought that Lan Yu and the others would know what was going on here, after all, this was the territory of the Mosan Immortal Monarch, but Lan Yu and the others didn't even know about it.

"This time out of the mountain, I accompanied the little junior sister out to practice, I wanted to hunt a spirit beast near the Earth Spirit Mountain, who wants to ...... later? , by chance, I entered this village. ”

It means that they are also new to the city, and it is normal not to know.

Hanshi nodded, and everyone looked at the people who were shivering in the corner at this time.

Lan Yu pulled one of the old men up and asked in a cold voice, "What happened here, you'd better be honest." ”

Looking at Lan Yu's domineering and arrogant attitude, Yuejiao suddenly frowned.

This Lan Yu is inevitably too arrogant, even if these people are just ordinary people, but how to say that they are also an old man, and their attitude towards the old man is not good.

"Senior brother, you're trying too hard. ”

After all, he is a disciple of Mosan Immortal Monarch, and even if Yuejiao is dissatisfied, it is difficult to reprimand him directly.

Seeing that Lan Jiao stepped forward and slapped Lan Yu's hand away, staring at a pair of apricot eyes, and seemed dissatisfied with her senior brother, Yuejiao looked at Lan Jiao with two eyes.

Not arrogant or impatient, kind and lovely, such people are worth befriending.

"Old man, tell me slowly, what happened in your village, why is it so deserted, and there are coffins everywhere?" Seeing that the old man bowed his head and was silent, Lan Jiao held the old man's arm, patted his chest, and promised: "Don't worry, we are definitely good people, and we will definitely not hurt you." If you have any difficulties, you can tell us, and it is absolutely incumbent on you to help us. ”

The old man's body trembled, but he still hesitated for a moment before he asked, "Are you really the disciples of the Mosan Immortal Monarch?"

"Of course not, but the Diling Mountain is the territory of my third senior brother, my third senior brother is very good, in fact, you are so close to the Diling Mountain, when you encounter difficulties, you can directly ask my third senior brother for help. ”

When these ordinary people in some white mourning clothes heard this, they all waved their hands. One of the old women, as soon as she heard the three words of Dixian Mountain, her eyes were full of resentment, and she said angrily: "Hmph, we were harmed by you high-ranking immortals, you still dare to pretend to say anything here to help us, my son was captured by Mu Nian, and when he was sent back, he ...... It's already ...... It's a corpse...... Woohoo......"

It was probably the old lady's cry that aroused the sadness of the people, and everyone in the village began to cry.

Lan Jiao immediately shouted loudly and retorted: "Impossible, my third senior brother will never do anything to harm innocent people, there must be some misunderstanding in this." ”

Seeing that the matter had been said and there was no need to hide it, the old man who had never been silent just now sighed and finally told the ins and outs of the whole thing.

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