But at this time, Yang Ye's thoughts gradually rose in his heart, and the purpose of their trip was to know the secret of the past from the moonlight mouth of Silla.

I met this Qin Xiaolian halfway, and promised to help her come to this Death Palace to find the witch Gu for blood leeches.

But I don't know when this Cuiyun doesn't seem to care much about other things, but he only thinks about the blood leech that Qin Xiaolian wants.

Yang Ye originally thought that she was helpless or warm-hearted at the beginning, but no matter what, Yang Ye also knew Cuiyun her, and now Cuiyun actually begged for this wooden sword for the blood leech.

Thinking about Cuiyun's heart and temper, if it weren't for the fact that there was really some reason that he couldn't refuse, Yang Ye really couldn't understand why Cuiyun would do this.

Yang Ye thought about these things in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Cuiyun and Qin Xiaolian.

At this time, Lianhua listened to their conversation, but she didn't have too many thoughts in her heart, and it could be that this time of getting along made her trust Qin Xiaolian a lot.

Lianhua thought about the old wooden sword old dao's words just now, and her curiosity rose again, so she asked the old wooden sword old dao: "Old Taoist, you just said that if you go to find that Silla moonlight trouble, your other apprentice will have to fight with you, right?"

The other apprentice you are talking about is the senior brother of Sister Cuiyun you said before? Hehe, or tell me what the hell is going on. ”

The old man of the wooden sword listened to Lotus's question, and also smiled proudly, and then patted his shoulder with his hand, the Lotus also understood the meaning, in order to listen to the story, she also got up and went to massage his shoulder.

Yang Ye looked at Lotus's curiosity again, but this time he didn't stop it, because he was also a little curious this time.

For example, the Silla Moonlight, the palace master of the Death Palace, had something to do with this old apprentice of the wooden sword, and then why the Silla Moonlight had an unnatural change in temperament, and why the Silla Moonlight suddenly increased his skills.

Mu Jian Lao Dao enjoyed the pinching of the lotus flower, and also comfortably drank this Huxiang specialty wine, Xiangyun liquid, and then silently reminisced, recalling all kinds of past events.

Xiaoxiang is pink and rouge, and her heart is like a lotus. Su Yu fluttered, and the chaos flew over the hosta.

Thinking about Haoyu and tired of kites, Mo Daoqi fate. The zither is played flat, and the sadness under the song is increasing day by day.

After a night of hangover, Yang Yiran and the wooden sword old road reeds on the small boat, drank wine for a night, and when Yang Yiran woke up, it was noon on the second day.

The scorching sun stabbed his eyes, and the dazed Yang Yiran opened his eyes with difficulty. When he slowly recovered and came back to his senses, he found that the Taoist who had been drinking and chatting with him last night had left, but at the same time, the old Taoist seemed to have left him a copper coin.

Yang Yiran looked at the copper coin engraved with the cloud view pattern, he also smiled faintly, although he didn't know this thing, but he was still nostalgic as a drinking friend, and connected it with a silk thread on the sword spike and hung it around his waist.

Supporting the boat, the purpose of Yang Yiran's trip is to leave the palace at the end of the reeds.

Yang Yiran's trip to support the boat stopped all the way, and it dragged on until late at night, only to vaguely see the outline of this isolated island from the Death Palace. So he changed into a night suit that he had prepared in advance on the boat, and then flew up, evaded the sentry on the edge of the island, and sneaked in.

It was as if everything had been prepared in advance, Yang Yiran relied on a map of the Funeral Palace in his hand, and after a while, he entered the inner courtyard of the Funeral Palace.

Surprisingly, it was already late at night, but not to mention the bright lights of the Funeral Palace, there were still people gathered everywhere. Seeing this, Yang Yiran could only cling to this palace tower and quietly see what was going on.

"Grandma has already thought about it?" A man asked the people around him above the main hall of the Funeral Palace.

When the man heard his question, he also whispered back: "I heard that several elders also agreed, and grandma also let go, I think that today summoned us to talk about that." ”

Listening to the man's reply, the man also lowered his head and thought for a while, and then spoke: "If you want to talk about qualifications, then Silla Yueshi is indeed our holy daughter of the Leaving Death Palace, and naturally there is a reason to inherit the title of the master of the Leaving Death Palace."

But wouldn't it be too sudden? Besides, she was still young, so she suddenly thought of letting her inherit the throne immediately. If you want me to say, it should be ......."

The man was talking, and before he could finish speaking, he was also interrupted by a wave of his hand from the man next to him.

As the bustling main hall of the Funeral Palace suddenly became quiet, I saw a group of people also walking in from outside the hall.

The leader was an old woman in Miao costume and a person wrapped in a black robe, followed by a young girl and a few middle-aged people.

Yang Yuran's gaze stopped at the black-robed man, and he always had a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember it. But when he saw the young girl, he was really excited.

"It's her?!" Yang Yiran exclaimed in his heart, he remembered the young girl in front of him, and it can be said that he will not forget it in this life.

Before Yang Yan was given the surname Yang by the Wen Yao Sword Sect, he was not surnamed Yang, and he was also a person from Huxiang. At that time, because of the famine, the people in his village died and fled.

He was also helpless, so he was displaced all over Huxiang, and because he was still young at the time, he couldn't do work, and even because there were too many refugees, he sometimes couldn't even ask for some leftovers.

There was no way, so he thought of going to some deep mountains and old forests to find some game to satisfy his hunger, and if he was lucky, he could sell some furs.

However, it backfired, and when he entered the mountain, Yang Yu was unfortunately bitten by the poisonous snake, and then the whole person rolled down the hillside.

He tried his last bit of strength, but the whole person still couldn't move, maybe he was going to die like this, he had been trying to live, but after all, he still couldn't escape this powerless death.

Yang Yiran thought desperately, but a face like a fairy appeared in front of him. This little Miao girl who collected medicine saved him, not only cured him of snake venom, but also healed his injuries all over his body.

The little girl also took him to a small hut that she had built to rest her feet when she went up the mountain to collect medicine, she was always smiling, and she also regarded Yang Yiran as a person who went up the mountain to collect medicine like her.

In Yang Yiran's eyes, this little girl who treats him every day and brings him wild fruits to eat is even more like a Bodhisattva.

However, just when Yang Yiran's injuries were almost healed, the little girl never came again, and Yang Yiran even waited in the thatched hut for more than half a month.

In the end, he also felt that maybe people knew that he was almost better, so he didn't come. So after that, Yang Yiran walked out of the mountain, and by chance he met Yang Fengyan, the eldest son of the Wen Yao Sword Sect.

Then Yang Yuran was brought back to the Wen Yao Sword Sect by that Yang Fengyan and became his sword servant. But secretly, Yang Fengyan ignored the rules of Wen Yao Sword Sect, and he asked Yang Yiran to secretly practice all the martial arts of Wen Yao Sword Sect.

Many years later, Yang Fengyan also claimed that his sword servant was dead, but in fact, he secretly let Yang Yu pass the screening of Tsing Yi Lou and join the Tsing Yi Lou.

For so many years, Yang Yiran has been a person who lives in a dark corner and has no light, but even if his heart is like a black hole in the abyss, there is still a trace of light.

And that glimmer of light was given to him by the young girl in front of him.

Yang Yiran looked at the girl so hard that she almost couldn't control the sound of her breathing.

On the top of the main hall of the Funeral Palace, the old woman who had just come and the group was the leader, she also saw that everyone had arrived, so she also spoke: "The old body called everyone to come tonight, I guess you all know what is going on, right?"

For me, an old bone, the act of abdicating the throne should have been normal, sooner or later, so with the consent of the elders and myself, I want to settle this matter tonight.

In the future, when the holy relics are completely integrated with the moonlight, then it is time for the palace master to leave the palace to change hands. Besides, as a saint, she has done all the things she has supported for so many years.

If everyone has no opinions, then, on behalf of the next palace master of the Death Palace, the Gu Bell, will be officially handed over to the current saint, Silla Moonlight. ”

The old woman said lightly, but everyone didn't dare to interject, so in fact, she didn't care whether others had opinions or not, so she directly took out a handbell from her sleeve.