Han Zimei's sword body was unsheathed silently.

Mo Haoqiong froze in the darkness for a moment, suppressed the urge to burst in his heart, returned the sword to the sheath, and replied to the sentence.

"I don't know. ”

Fortunately, Mo Haoqiong's voice was quite calm at this time. But his body trembled slightly in the silence.

There was no sound from the other side of him.

Mo Haoqiong moved away.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the faint light of the candles in the hall also gave him great comfort. The four boys standing at the door saluted Mo Haoqiong and stood upright again.

Mo Haoqiong lowered his head and groaned, sat straight back in his seat, and thought carefully.

The matter of longevity is his biggest secret, and there is no one.

If this thing comes out, the world will be in chaos.

He made sure that this had only been told to the people of the Sword Valley, and that the people of the Sword Valley had only entered and left the mountain since he could remember, and that no one except him had the habit of going down the mountain. And very few people have been to Sword Valley for so many years, and this matter will never be spread. Moreover, he also believed that they in Sword Valley would not do this.

Qianzhiguan guessed? Why did she guess? She knew that I was Mo Haoqiong? She knew the sect master of the Sword Valley Yi Sect? Why didn't she just take action? Why......

Mo Haoqiong had a splitting headache.

The passage of time in the house is imperceptible. Or there were people who got up again and went to the side of the wooden door, and there were also people who came in from the entrance, and with a few breaths of falling rain and thunder, giving people the fear of nature, but giving Mo Haoqiong a little bit of life and down-to-earth.

Mo Haoqiong raised his head by chance, and the old monk in a fiery red robe happened to get up. The scarlet of his robe and the crimson of the candle merged strangely. His staff slammed into the wooden floor.

Then, the red fades and finally disappears into darkness.

Mo Haoqiong bowed his head again. Ponder.

Irritable, sitting on that chair gradually became like a soldering iron, Mo Haoqiong's heart became more and more difficult to stabilize.

What else can you ask about the two questions? What do you ask? Could this be a trap?

The old monk stepped out at some point, and the kind smile on his face had been wrapped in deep sorrow.

He sighed and walked straight through the door.

The wind, the rain, and the thunder came again.

Close the door.

The thump of the Zen stick on the ground was completely gone.

Silence again.

On the right side of Mo Haoqiong, most of the Xiao Suo on the leading surface has gone, leaving behind a senseless free and easy. His already thorough state of mind seemed to have a certain meaning, straightened his somewhat messy collar, got up, and entered the door.

Half ringing.

The leader walked out slowly.

His face had returned to his usual laughter, but the silence in his eyes was too lazy to hide.

Shi Shiran smashed himself into the seat, looked at the person who was thinking hard with a smile, and laughed. His facial expression was particularly exaggerated, but he didn't laugh a single sound.

He raised his right hand and patted Zhang Jianyun's shoulder fiercely.

Zhang Jianyun, who was pondering hard, was stunned, and the pair of willow eyebrows wrinkled back. The backhand is a fluttering punch to the leader's shoulder.

"Don't bother me. I have a lot of things to do. ”

Zhang Jianyun is neutral, with no emotional tone, but in the ears of the leader, it is like a coquettish.

The leader laughed.

There was another dead silence.

The outside bell of the Thousand Chikan Temple rises leisurely through the wooden door.

It doesn't seem to be a rainy day, but a sunny noon.

The bell brought everyone back to the original rivers and lakes, not a small, dark hall like Qianzhiguan.

Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Two rows of boys open the gate.

The rain has stopped.

But the sky is still not clear, and in a few hours, it will rain again.

A boy immaturely shouted:

"Qianzhiguan is tired today, and I will test it again tomorrow——"

Someone in the hall asked, "This time is just noon, isn't it a day that can be measured?"

The boy had already predicted, "Although it means that the view of Japan is closed, you can still test it with the lottery in your hand - and today it is past noon, and it is already time for dinner, so it is inconvenient to test again, and you cannot change the time when you eat the grains." Everyone, you can leave on your own and come back tomorrow—"

Before everyone could react, Liu Chaolei had already gotten up and strode out, leaving everyone's back blank.

The rest of the people woke up and got up to leave.

The rain has stopped, so you don't have to walk the zigzag corridor of Qianzhiguan's nine curved ileums, you can step on the diameter of the damaged bluestone floor and walk out of the view.

The floor was broken, the water was pooled and there were many fallen leaves that had been hit by the rainstorm. Countless attics and plants seem to have taken a bath, and the carved flowers and trees of the tooth-horned dragon are slowly dripping rain. At this time, it was not the emptiness when they first entered the view, the officers and soldiers stood solemnly, and there were still people walking on the road in twos and threes laughing and laughing. This scene washes away the inexplicably strange atmosphere of the viewer a lot, and even brings a little lively cheesiness.

The breath that had accumulated in the hearts of Mo Haoqiong and his party was finally relieved, and they resumed talking and laughing.

Mo Haoqiong shallowly responded to the leader's laughter and rubbed the long sword at his waist.

Even if his swordsmanship and cultivation are not excellent, and the gentleman Yu Fang in his arms is the life-saving thing, this Han Zimei can still give him full comfort.

The pounding heart finally loosened little by little.

Only now, his mind has finally turned back. He still had a paper ball of Ji Jingming in his arms that he didn't give, and he didn't ask about the secret plan of the Psychic Sect......

The latter may not be known to Qianzhiguan. Is this really measurable?

"Hey, Mo Haoqiong. Mo Haoqiong!"

Mo Haoqiong reacted suddenly, and Zhao Qingqiu, who was standing in front, was full of anger, and slapped him on the head.

"Deaf? I've called you so many times!"

"I, I'm thinking about the problem. Mo Haoqiong didn't dare to answer her words. The teacher is not a teacher.

Zhao Qingqiu sighed helplessly, and his tone relaxed.

"What question did you ask that person? Let's talk about it. ”

"I ...... I haven't asked anything yet. But I look like I've already taken a chance. ”

Zhao Qingqiu clenched his fists and resisted the urge to beat Mo Haoqiong.

He took a deep breath and said, "This Yishu is from Bai Yunshan's Qianzhiguan Total, and it is more than ten times better than the original Yishu here, you actually ......"

"Originally, there was a reckoning here, and the reckoning wasn't a name?"

"It's a position. Li Yisuan, on behalf of the surname Li, not her name Li Yisuan. ”

Ahead.

Mo Feng's footsteps accelerated imperceptibly, separated from the four people behind him, and finally walked side by side with Liu Chaolei.

"My lord, that half-step killing has been in the city for half an hour. The subordinates are watching, and if there is any abnormal movement, the news will be the first to come. ”

After Mo Feng finished speaking, he slowed down and returned to the circle of four people behind him.

Liu Chaolei didn't look at whether the ink wind left, and hummed to himself, without saying anything.

He was now bored and had a splitting headache, and he just wanted to hurry back to the yamen and return to his pavilion to rest.

The gate was in front of him, and Liu Chaolei quickened his pace slightly. The iron-clad young general said a few words to Mo Feng, and hurriedly followed with a few personal soldiers.

Even with his mountain-thick heart, in the darkness of the constant confrontation with the delicate tone, there is not much left.

Liu Chaolei stepped on the threshold of Qianzhiguan, from the inside out.

One person stepped on the threshold of the Thousand Knowledges, from the outside to the inside.

A soft and pure white long gauze robe, and an oil-paper umbrella with celadon meaning.

There is also a touching slight coldness on the face.

The two passed by.

The two of them looked back at each other.

At that moment between the eyes, Liu Chaolei's majestic and masculine Huang Ting's internal force had been poured into the bones, and his robe rose without wind.

The floor on which he had stepped on his front foot had cracked.

His tiger wolf soul is ready to go!