There was a girl with a cold look who carried her brother's earnest sustenance and stepped into the alley called Changsheng.

The rain in Changsheng Lane seems to be heavier, and the moment she steps in, the girl of the Mu family only feels that there is only night rain in her ears, and the momentum is so big, and there is also a sense of loneliness in the extreme poverty.

After a long pause, the girl walked along the alley and knocked on the end of the alley, where the ancient mansion of the Meng Mansion was written.

It's just that when the girl knocked on the Meng family's ancestral house, all that responded to her was the sound of heavy rain.

Looking up at the plaque full of traces of time, and then looking back at the heavy rain curtain behind her, the girl sighed, but in the end, she still took a deep breath, found a place by the door that was not wet by the rain, and sat down.

She was destined to eat behind closed doors this night.

The sound of this rain is so loud that the porter who doesn't know the world will inevitably sleep and die, and the master who has insight into the world disdain, let alone "condescend" to open the door for the descendants of her nouveau riche born in Baotong Lane, as for her future teacher.

Probably.

As soon as she stepped into the Alley of Eternal Life, a test was set.

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In the Meng family at the end of the clear stream of Changsheng Lane, there is a small courtyard full of barrenness, overgrown with weeds.

There are two huts in the courtyard, one of which is still lit, only the lights are swaying, and it is obvious that the doors and windows cannot block the invasion of the wind and rain.

Looking through the tattered window paper of the window lattice, a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old was sitting in front of a shabby low table, holding a pen to transcribe a certain classic that has been handed down for hundreds of years, or even hundreds of years.

After watching it for a long time, I unconsciously sank into it, and even fell into the classics, experiencing a certain period of history, or a certain story, waiting for the night when the rain and cool breeze blew, and suddenly came back to my senses, only to find that it was just a dream.

When the young man was halfway through his transcription, a cool breeze suddenly blew into the place where the ring was blocked, blowing up the jute paper on the table, and the young man's hand dipped in thick ink suddenly paused, as if there was some kind of induction, and the other hand took out a bone wrench from his arms, and on the ordinary face, the corners of the thin lips suddenly aroused Mo Ning's wonderful faint smile.

At the same time, the bone wrench flickered with a flash of aura, and then, little by little, it was annihilated.

If Ning has no intention of being here, he will probably be able to recognize the origin of this bone wrench.

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There is an old temple in the barren mountains and mountains.

The pile of firewood burning in the front hall of the temple completely exposed the crisis arranged on the front hall in the air, but fortunately, all this was completely useless at the moment when Mrs. Ning died, and it didn't matter if it was exposed or not.

The rain was light, but the wind did not change, blowing a bunch of sparks, and the firewood was flickering and dimming.

Next to the fire, there were a large and a small person, and there was a black cat in the pestle, it was the young man of the Huang family in Jiuqu Lane, and the little blind man of the Fu family.

Since that battle, an hour has passed, and the heavy rain outside the temple has gradually become quieter.

And since the tall boy dragged the two of them back to the old temple, Ning Wuxin stepped into the main hall for the Lord Tianzun, and never showed his face again, of course, in the main hall, in addition to her, there were several corpses of the Ning family, but I don't know what she was doing.

To be honest, Huang Yu'an often listened to Mr. Xueshu's Taoist silence, but the ancestors and sages only said nothing, not that they did not believe it.

What's more, he has been raised by the ancestors of the Huang family since he was a child, and he knows that in addition to the monks who pursue immortality in this world, there are indeed ghosts and gods.

Moreover, the tall young man remembered Ning Wuxin's injuries, not that he was worried that she would die in it, but that he was afraid that if she died, who would pay him? Fortunately, when he carried her in, the bleeding was vaguely noticeable.

The tall young man looked puzzled, glanced at the main hall with only a glimmer of lights, and the doors and windows were closed, and then looked at the patio along the gradually decreasing rain, and outside the patio, it was dark.

In the end, the tall young man looked at the little blind man of the Fu family who was leaning against the corner.

I just don't know whether this weak existence with hugging legs and curling up is closing his eyes to recuperate, or he has already closed his eyes and fallen asleep.

Huang Yu'an's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt a little self-deprecating in his heart, thanks to the old ancestor of their Huang family, who praised him, saying that he had a good mind and understanding, and he was the best among his peers, but now after meeting these two people, he found that he had received a great blow.

He was a little skeptical.

It's not that he's doubting his ancestors, but he's questioning himself.

What is it that makes his composure disappear?

"Is it at the beginning of this battle, or is it ......"

The young man Huang Yu'an began to ponder, the impetuousness between his thick eyebrows, shallow for a while and deep for a while, there seemed to be a celestial war in his heart, and he didn't know how long it took, but in the end, the impetuousness between his eyebrows was finally flattened by him little by little.

In fact, the young man can't fully understand some things, but a moment of self-reflection has also made him quite gained, and his eyes are deeper and more calm.

When he suddenly came back to his senses, he saw that the child with his eyes down had already sat up straight, and was raising his head, as if he had paid attention to the main hall with understanding.

The same goes for the black cat.

There is a puzzling look in his dark eyes

Weird.

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