"It doesn't hurt to listen to the experience of the seniors over there. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Hearing Murong Ying say the same, Ji Ruocai looked relieved, but she still asked Huang Chang:

"You're going to come with me. ”

Seeing that the latter nodded in agreement, Ji Ruona's mood was a little depressed because he heard that he was going to the Yin Soul Valley, and then he swelled up again - most of the blue-clothed disciples knew where the Yin Soul Valley was. But the eerie atmosphere there, unless you specialize in cultivating the soul cultivation of the way to drive ghosts and exorcisms, no one wants to get close, and Ji Ruo, as a girl, of course hates it even more.

Without further ado, early the next morning, Huang Chang accompanied Ji Ruo to the Valley of Yin Souls. When Ji Ruo set off, she insisted on using her colorful cloud silk instrument to fly the two of them together, and Huang Chang was naturally happy to obey his fate - it has always been a beauty in a BMW incense car, but now it is a beauty driving a colorful auspicious cloud to carry him, such a good thing, of course, to enjoy it.

It's just that not long after he flew into the sky, Huang Chang found that this was not enjoyment - Ji Ruoxin was newly in charge of Caiyun Aya, and he was not very proficient in flying. The road is shaky, especially when shuttling between mountain peaks, and the lack of control of the avoidance force of the corner, always makes people feel like they are going to hit the mountain in the next moment. Or if it was always rubbing into the treetops and jungle or something, the little girl might suddenly scream when she was flying, which made Huang Chang very nervous.

So Huang Chang was also worried all the way, and always pinched a "little breeze talisman" trick in his hand, and activated the charm at any time in case of accidents, and then jumped down with Ji Ruo - in his previous life, he accompanied his college girlfriend to learn to drive, and the painful lesson of being taken to the ditch to practice swimming is still vivid. And this sixteen-year-old girl in this world simply played flying directly as soon as she got started without any training - Huang Chang felt that he was mentally prepared: no matter what strange situation occurred, he would not be surprised.

Fortunately, in the end, there was no danger, except for a little detour on the wrong way, and from time to time swaying, making people a little dizzy, and generally arrived at the destination smoothly. However, when he walked down the colorful clouds that turned into colorful clouds, Huang Chang still stared at the clouds for a long time, wondering whether to write some aphorisms such as "Female driver!

- Of course, this can only be a reverie, even if he dares to think and dare to do it, Ji Ruo will definitely not allow others to scribble on her baby Caiyun Aya, not even Brother Achang!

............

The sect cemetery in West Kunlun was built near the entrance to the Valley of the Shadows, where the fallen monks of Kunlun Mountain are buried - whether they die at the end of their lives or die outside, as long as the body can be recovered, most of them are buried here. The West Kunlun Mountains have been established for thousands of years, and countless monks have been buried here, and thousands of graves extend from the back of the cemetery to the interior of the Yin Soul Valley. It's a shocking sight to look at from afar, and it's no wonder that most people avoid it as much as possible.

The gate of the cemetery is very simple, it is nothing more than two stone pillars erected next to the valley road, which distinguish the inside and outside, and it can be regarded as a portal. In the open space in front of the door, there are many stone sculptures, there are Shi Weng Zhong, Shi to ward off evil spirits, and Huang Chang has seen the statue of Yin Shang warrior in front of Pangeng Mausoleum, as well as many characters or demon images that he can't recognize.

Huang Chang and Ji Ruo walked to the gate of the cemetery, only to see that it was empty, and there was no one - even if the Kunlun disciples were fine, they would not come here to hang out. From time to time, a small whirlwind blew on the ground, dripping and spinning for a long time. At this time, it is still the morning, it should be the time when the sun is shining and everything is growing, but being in this place but feeling a cold breath, people can't help but feel creepy. Ji Ruo was suddenly a little frightened, reached out and grabbed Huang Chang's arm, and unconsciously took a few steps closer to him.

"Hmm...... Ahem!"

A sudden cough made the girl who was already nervous jump in fright, first grabbed Huang Chang's arm, and then looked back, but it was an old man who dragged one leg and limped out of the stone statue group. The gray-black robe he was wearing was almost the same color as those stone statues, and his face was similar, and at first glance he thought that a certain stone Weng Zhong had been resurrected.

"Brother Achang, he looks so scary......"

As the other party got closer, Ji Ruo became more and more nervous - this old man looked really scary: one leg was lame, and both eyes were white, and he couldn't see the eyeballs at all, but he didn't seem to be blind. The scars on his face are criss-crossed, and he doesn't know how seriously he was injured back then, but he can't recover until now - for immortal cultivators, unless he dies on the spot, the injuries of the flesh and skin should be able to recover slowly, and there is usually no disability.

But Huang Chang knew the other party - this is the grave keeper of the cemetery here. Speaking of such a large cemetery, it sounds strange that there is only one grave keeper. But over the years, many disciples who came to worship had really never seen anyone else, just this one. He was still a disabled person, but no one dared to underestimate him - so many tombs in the cemetery were always kept clean, and there were incense and candles sacrificed on the day of hope, which was obviously not something ordinary people could do.

gently patted Ji Ruo's shoulder to make him relax, and Huang Chang himself bent down to salute:

"Disciple Huang Chang, meet the old ...... Predecessor. ”

-- The Kunlun disciples called this tomb keeper "old lame", and Huang Chang almost reported it out casually, but finally changed his words in time. But the other party didn't seem to care, hehe smiled, his voice was hoarse and ugly, but the tone was not bad:

"Just call me lame, the skin of the body, the name and title, are nothing more than things outside the body, and they are not worth caring too much about. ”

The corners of Huang Chang's mouth twitched, and his heart said that the name was enough, and his body couldn't care less. Of course, he won't argue with the other party, just bow his head and say nothing.

The self-proclaimed old lame grave keeper looked them up and down a few more times, especially at their blue robes, and then spoke:

"This is the first time you're going down the mountain to worship the dead?"

In fact, Huang Chang had been here before, but the other party obviously didn't remember him anymore. Without waiting for Huang Chang to respond, he smiled and scolded again:

"Those guys in the deacon hall really think of this as a rookie school...... Well, let's take you to see a few places. ”

As he spoke, he limped towards the inside of the cemetery, and Huang Chang hurriedly grabbed Ji Ruo and took the girl to follow.