On a cold night, when the sky is full of eyebrows, the clouds are hidden in the Wushan drinking terrace.

There is a drinking terrace in Xiaowushan, there is a person on the drinking terrace, sitting, with his eyes closed, he has a piano behind his back, and his long hair is divided into several strands and playing the piano on the main piano, and the sound of the piano is low, as if he is telling a sad past a long time ago.

The sick sword pushed the mountain snow master slowly from the mountain road, and the qin demon opened his eyes and looked in the direction they were coming, the sound of the qin became lower and lower, and finally stopped.

The mountain snow lord sat down on the wheeled rider and gently put the fan in his hand to his chest: Alas, you can't stare at this stuffy gourd's face for too long, why do I always think he is very disgusted with the two of us?

Sick Sword let go of the wheel: No, I think he just hates you.

Qin Xie was still expressionless, did not speak, and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, on the long and narrow mountain road, an old man who was all white walked slowly, and the old man's face was also covered with a thick layer of white powder, and some white scum fell from his face with every step, it was the white-faced pharmacist in the Sleepy Dragon Division.

As soon as they saw this old man, the three of them immediately overflowed with murderous intent, filled with pressure in the air, crushing the dew drops on the blades of grass around them, and hit the ground in a hurry.

The face of the old man covered with white powder suddenly opened a crimson round hole, and a voice came from the round hole: Three don't worry, it's not too late to kill the old slave after I finish Si Zong's message, Si Zong's old man said, abandon the left and right tonight, and sincerely invite the three to fight in the trapped dragon division, life and death without complaints, oh, by the way, there is one more thing, I always forget when I am old, when I was in my hut, I accidentally injured the legs of the mountain snow master, and the old slave often felt guilty, and I have been curious all these years, that night, how did the already very weak mountain snow master escape without a traceBut what does it have to do with the fourth person who escaped from prison that night?

Hearing this, Sick Sword and Qin Xie frowned almost at the same time, the three of them had escaped from three different directions that night, so they didn't know the specific circumstances of each other's escape.

The white-faced pharmacist frowned when he saw the two sick swords, and was as happy as if he had picked up a big bargain: It turns out that you two didn't know that there was a fourth person who escaped from prison that night。。。。。

Green bubbles slowly bulged on the white-faced pharmacist's face, and then bubbles puffed up one after another all over his body, and then exploded one after another, like a firecracker hanging all over his body, crackling, and the foul-smelling green liquid in the air flew everywhere, and with a loud bang, the white-faced pharmacist with a white face exploded into a puddle of green liquid.

The sick sword was stenched in the air, and the disgusting cough continued: cough, cough, I knew that it was a medicine slave, that old thing was so afraid of death, how could it be that the deity came to send him to death, let's go, Murong Sizong has sent us to invite us, we can't let the old man wait too long, Huangquan will close the door for a while, but don't rush to kill him.

After saying that, the sick sword and the qin evil were about to go down the mountain, and the master of the mountain snow, who was still bowing his head just now, raised his head and looked at the backs of the two: You don't want to know who the fourth person is?

Sick Sword laughed: If you wanted to say it, you would have said it a long time ago, if you didn't want to say it, I don't want to hear it!

The master of the mountain snow rubbed the handle of the fan with his fingers: but, but...

The sick sword was about to speak, when the Qin Evil, who had never spoken, spoke, and his hoarse voice was like a boundless desert in his throat: Have you ever thought that it was because you spoke too long-winded that your lame leg was?

After saying that, the qin evil pushed the wheel car over the mountain snow, and he was about to go down the mountain.

The sick sword also came over at this time and put one hand on Shan Xue's shoulder: Revenge, it should be a man's business, fortunately you came alone today, if you bring her with you today, I have to break your remaining leg, hahaha.

A fan in Shan Xue's hand: Yes, when I think of Yu Shou holding my tablet and crying, pear blossoms with Yuchun tears, just thinking about it, I feel beautiful!

A gust of mountain wind hurriedly blew from the drinking terrace, blowing the sound of the three of them hunting.

Qingyou talks and laughs, and when you sit in the wind, you feel that Wushan is majestic.

The Sleepy Dragon Division is located in a small corner in the north of Xianjin City, surrounded by some abandoned houses and tile houses, and there were still people living here in the past, but then they couldn't stand the screams coming from the Sleepy Dragon Division at night, and they all moved away one after another.

The Sleepy Dragon Division was built in a hole under a small hill, and the hole opened very large, like a huge toad, with a big mouth, squatting under this small hill and waiting to devour the heavens and the earth.

On the side of the door of the Sleepy Dragon Division, set up a stone tablet with more than two people of the same height, the uneven tablet surface is engraved with the three words of the Sleepy Dragon Division, and the uneven tablet surface pulls the three words into some deformation, revealing a wicked atmosphere.

There is no one at the door of the sleepy dragon division during the day, and there is not a ghost at night, only a tumbleweed blows from the street, which is carried all the way here by the night wind, and it seems to be suppressed by the strange atmosphere, and the wind can only shake in place, and can no longer move.

The sound of wheeled cars, from the corner of the street to the end of the street, added a bit of treachery to this frighteningly quiet night.

The three of them appeared at the door of the Sleepy Dragon Division, and the sick sword opened his mouth first: I didn't expect that there was really no one, Murong Xuan really scattered a group of people, just waiting for the three of us?

Shan Xue probed around with her spiritual sense, and nodded: It seems that this is the case, Murong Old Thief has always been extremely treacherous, this abacus is interesting.

The piano in the hand of the qin evil was raised, and the right hand was gently plucked, and the sound of the qin directly shattered the stone tablet that was more than two people high, and said in a hoarse voice: Say hello. After speaking, he took the piano and walked away.

The other two smiled at each other and followed.

After going down from the huge entrance, there is a slow and long ramp, after walking, there is a row of forks, only the middle passage is open, and the three of them did not hesitate and walked straight in.

At the end of the passage, there is a big round pit of more than 300 zhang, compared with this deep and large round pit, the small bag top on the top of the head is like a small lid of a big jar, and there is a small black spot in the center of the pit, as if there is a person sitting there to meditate and enlighten the Tao.

The two of them pulled the mountain snow, rode down the wind, and landed steadily, only to send a gold-edged old man in a black robe who was closing his eyes in front of them, with an extremely smooth and flat face, coupled with sparse black hair clinging to the scalp, a face in his thirties, plus a few black hairs that could not be left behind, which made people always doubt his age.

The three of them all remember this face deeply, it was this face, it was because of this person that the three of them were arrested in this trapped dragon division in the first place, the three of them were tortured and suffered, and this person was Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes revealed a faint purple light, emitting an invisible aura to the bottom of the entire round pit, scattering in all directions, shaking the dust.

Murong Xuan glanced at the three of them, half-lowered his eyes, and a sharp and sharp voice came out of his mouth: Why do you feel like there is one less person? But that's it, those who should come will come, and those who escaped from there will still come back after all? Karma, that's what happened.