When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he felt amused, but he still asked quietly: "I don't know how the ancestor of your sect ignited the old-timers this time?"

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he became interested, put down the bamboo pole in his hand, and groped for a long time from the suitron before he took out a bamboo skewer and handed it over with a smile to show Feng Shuzhu.

Feng Shuzhu took the bamboo stick, and saw a signed poem written on it:

Xiling had a strong east wind last night, and the green leaves were sold one after another.

Fortunately, people who cherish people get up early, and Pei Hui is fundamentally revived.

Feng Shuzhu pretended to be confused, frowned, and said lightly: "Senior, Shu Feng has a shallow knowledge, but I don't know how to explain this poem?"

When Yi Dingjia heard this, his face was proud, he took a step forward, leaned his upper body up, stretched out his hand, pointed to the bamboo stick, and explained: "Feng Gongzi, you don't understand this, you see, this first sentence is obviously the ancestor is pointing at the old man, saying that this treasure is hidden in Xiling, and he must start quickly, because Dongfeng has spread the news, many people know about it, and they are in a hurry to find it." ”

Feng Shuzhu obviously felt that Yi Dingjia was far-fetched, but he still nodded with an "um" and continued to listen patiently.

Yi Dingjia glanced at Feng Shuzhu, and saw that he didn't speak, so he said again: "Look at this second sentence again, Hanlian is a lotus, water hibiscus, and hibiscus, which is already obviously saying, this treasure is in the place where there is Hanlian, according to the analysis of the old age, it should be the place called Xiling, there is a lotus pond, and this treasure is under the lotus pond." Yi Dingjia squinted his eyes as he spoke, stroked his beard, and raised his eyes to look at the sky, full of infinite fascination, as if in his heart, that huge treasure was already in his own bag, and it was within reach.

Feng Shuzhu looked at Yi Dingjia, forced a smile, and said, "Senior, I don't know, how do you explain this third sentence?"

Yi Dingjia was conjecturing and longing, but was interrupted by Feng Shuzhu's question, came back to his senses, couldn't take it back, looked at the bamboo stick again, and continued: "This third sentence is actually about decay, hehe." After saying that, he smiled mysteriously.

Feng Shuzhu looked down at the signed poem, then at Yi Dingjia, and said in amazement: "...... this?"

Yi Dingjia said: "This treasure was supposed to be buried forever, tsk, it's a pity, fortunately, there are people who love money and cherish money, and they came early, so that they can be born." ”

Feng Shuzhu was relieved after hearing this, and suddenly realized: "Oh", but he couldn't help but think in his heart that it was the first time he heard someone say that greed for money was so high-sounding, and cherishing it turned out to mean cherishing money, after thinking about it, he then asked: "That old-timer, this last sentence?"

Yi Dingjia smiled slightly, and said: "This last sentence is the key to this poem, even if you know the exact location of the treasure, if you can't understand this last sentence, it will be in vain, I'm afraid that the bamboo basket will be empty." ”

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he smiled, and pretended to be surprised: "I didn't expect this last sentence to be so mysterious, the old-timers might as well explain it to Feng again." ”

Yi Dingjia said "um" proudly, and then said seriously: "This last sentence, you see, Pei Hui Gen ......"

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, looked at the signed poem, rolled his eyes, raised his head again, looked at Feng Shuzhu, intercepted the conversation, was silent for a long time, and then diverted the topic and said: "Old man doesn't know, ...... Feng Gongzi came here thousands of miles this time?"

Feng Shuzhu listened carefully to Yi Dingjia's unsigning, but he was just thinking about why Yi Dingjia explained Han Lian in such detail when he explained the second sentence, and actually said three aliases, and overheard Yi Dingjia ask about his intention to come here, he already understood, so he smiled heartily and said: "The old-timers are too worried, Feng is a person outside the world, and he is not interested in money." ”

Yi Dingjia first said "oh" when he heard this, but he still seemed to be a little uneasy, thought about it, looked at Feng Shuzhu again, and then simply stretched out his hand, took back the bamboo stick, and carefully stored it, Fang raised a smile, and said: "Since Feng Gongzi is not interested in money, this poem is not incomprehensible, it is not incomprehensible, hehe, hehe." ”

Seeing this, Feng Shuzhu was stunned for a moment, then laughed after thinking about it, and then no longer asked deeply, but pointed to the miserable appearance around him, and said: "Feng, I don't know the old-timers, do you know what happened here?"

Yi Dingjia had just put the bamboo skewers away, and when he heard Feng Shuzhu ask such a question, he suddenly became interested, his eyes widened, and he said with an extremely exaggerated look: "Oh, Feng Gongzi, you don't know, you came late, if you stick incense so early, you will encounter how to eradicate this group of demon demons." As he spoke, he held out a finger that seemed to emphasize the urgency of the situation.

Feng Shuzhu heard it, this Yi Dingjia clearly wanted to say that everything here was his masterpiece, and he already understood that this person was nothing more than putting gold on his face, but he didn't expose it, but pretended to be surprised, glanced around, and said: "Can the old man tell me in detail, Feng is willing to hear the details." ”

When Yi Dingjia heard this, Feng Shuzhu didn't suspect it, so he narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and then exaggerated it vividly, but it was nothing more than a description of how wise and martial he was, how profound the other party's Taoism was, and how he was outnumbered and defeated the enemy alone.

Feng Shuzhu listened very carefully, because his original intention was that if Yi Dingjia really saw it with his own eyes, even if he couldn't tell the truth, he would definitely transfer all the things he saw to himself, so that he would understand everything from it, but from the beginning to the end, his heart was determined that Yi Dingjia arrived later than himself.

Then he opened his mouth and interrupted: "Senior, besides you, have you seen other righteous path sword immortals?"

Yi Dingjia was originally full of energy, his mouth was like a hanging river, and when he suddenly heard Feng Shuzhu ask, he was stunned, and shook his head hard: "No, no, it's just that in the past few days, except for Feng Gongzi, I haven't seen a righteous sword immortal." ”

Feng Shuzhu thought for a while, said "oh" with a calm face, and no longer asked, but turned around and looked up at the pass.

Yi Dingjia thought that Feng Shuzhu had seen something new, and he turned around to look over, but only to see that there was a gloom outside the pass, and the fog blocked everything.

In the midst of my surprise, I suddenly heard a huge "buzz" from outside the pass The roaring sound, the dense fog was dispersed by a huge air current, flying and echoing in the valley, Yi Dingjia felt that the ground under his feet was also trembling, turned his head to look at Feng Shuzhu, but saw that it was unusually calm, staring at the pass, nothing else, but how did Yi Dingjia see this formation, and now thought that there was a monster and demon coming, so frightened that he picked up the bamboo pole and hid behind Feng Shuzhu, but he was unwilling, opened his mouth wide, poked his head out, and also looked at the direction of the sound.

The moment the dense fog dissipated, a gust of wind, accompanied by a loud noise, with a burst of fishy smell, rushed to the face, and then saw that in the dense fog of the clouds, a green fire shot down, and after entering the pass, it turned into thousands of streams, like molten iron flying flowers, and like a ghost fire, eerie and terrifying, sprinkled down from the sky.

When the ghost fire flew closer, Yi Dingjia rubbed his eyes, and then he saw clearly that among the thousands of ghost fires, there were countless silverfish clad in red carapaces, all of them waving their hard wings vigorously, densely packed, overwhelming, and looking at the figure of the head, three feet long, all holding the pair of huge pincers on their foreheads, glowing with green light, as if they wanted to destroy everything, tear everything apart, hideous and terrifying, and swooped down.

Yi Dingjia was so frightened that his whole body was like a sifting chaff, and his feet were soft, and he said: "Oh, my mother!" almost sat down on the ground, not far from Feng Shuzhu, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Feng Shuzhu's clothes from behind, so that he could stand steadily, but he didn't dare to open his eyes anymore, but closed his eyes, regardless of life and death.

Those silverfish sprinkled down, but they turned a blind eye to the two living people standing in the middle of the battle, and rushed straight to the dead bodies lying on the ground, and in an instant, they gnawed those dead corpses until only the white bones remained, and then there was a loud "buzzing" sound, and thousands of ghost fires gathered back outside the pass, reunited in one place, and flew away in a mighty way.

Feng Shuzhu looked at the silverfish in the distance, nodded, turned to look at Yi Dingjia, who was frightened, and said with a smile: "Senior, everything is over, please open your eyes."

Yi Dingjia first listened to it when he heard this, and then slowly opened his eyes, and just let out a sigh in his throat, but suddenly saw a white bone under his feet, jumped far away, pointed to the white bone, and stammered: "This, this, this ......"

Feng Shuzhu smiled, pointed to the outside of the pass, and said, "It was those silverfish who cleaned up the battlefield here." ”

Yi Dingjia looked out of the pass and stammered, "Then, then we ......"

Feng Shuzhu pursed his mouth and said, "Those silverfish seem to only eat those who have fallen." ”

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he was frightened when he thought of the situation where he almost fell, but he hurriedly grabbed the bamboo pole in his hand and stood upright.

Feng Shuzhu smiled and said, "But I don't know what the old-timers want next?"

Yi Dingjia wiped the sweat from his forehead, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Next, the old man still has to follow the instructions of the ancestor to find Xiling." ”

Feng Shuzhu smiled, pointed ahead, and said, "Feng wants to go forward and find out." ”

Yi Dingjia turned around to look in the direction of Feng Shuzhu's finger, and then looked at the white bones lying around, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he said in a trembling voice: "Xiling may be in the depths, and the old man is also about to go." ”

A faint smile hung on the corner of Feng Shuzhu's mouth, and he was even more sure of the inference that Yi Dingjia had just arrived, so he no longer spoke, but walked towards the depths of the dense fog.

There was the sound of Yi Dingjia's panicked footsteps behind him, and he followed.

And on the mountainside behind, in the mist of clouds, there was about a woman in white, standing with a sword, looking at the back of the wind and bamboo.