As a result, the brainwashing of the old man Bai Yu lasted seven days, and the wind on the mountain blew for seven days, and the sun and the moon were indistinguishable from the sky and the moon. It wasn't until seven days later that it slowly calmed down.

It was the first time for Yun Jiao to see such a strange wind, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the entire forest was black, as if it was suddenly at night, and he could only hear the sound of the wind in his ears, accompanied by the sound of falling to the ground, and a large number of tree shadows could be faintly seen falling in the dark, as if they were cut off by something.

Where the wind is blowing, it's obviously a knife.

For a whole week, the last bit of luck left in Yun Jiao's psychology was also blown away by this wind. She was sure that there was no other place on Earth with such bad weather, which meant that she had really traveled to another world.

Yun Jiao felt that she must have owed the old lady a lot of money in her previous life, and this curse was too spiritual.

"Girl, do you want to stay today and join me in Qingyang Guan?" the old man smiled and squeezed out a trafficker-like smile.

Yun Jiao glanced at her expressionlessly, then picked up the book on the table and read it.

I don't know which tendon is wrong with this old man, since he dragged him back to the Taoist temple that day. Since there was no medicine at hand, she could only use the most basic methods such as vomiting and catharsis to help him detoxify, thinking that he was old, even if he was rescued, it would be a great loss to his body, and he might not be able to recover in a few days.

But he vomited and diarrhea all day, and the day before he was like a lump of mud, and the next day he jumped up vigorously, and his spirit was not at all like that of an old man in his sixties.

"Don't do that, girl. Seeing that she didn't return, the old man began to flicker around every day again, "Let me tell you, our Qingyang is not an ordinary Taoist temple, but a serious Xuanmen. The rivers and lakes are all famous, and they are completely different from those swaggering warlocks. ”

Yun Jiao glanced at him and replied with one word, "Oh." ”

"Don't believe it!" the old man said solemnly, "I Qingyang Guan has been on this mountain for thousands of years, if I don't have real skills, how can I be so stable now." He patted his chest and said proudly, "Have you heard a rumor?" 'Xuanmen is authentic, Qingyang is the leader', referring to our Qingyang lineage." I think that when I was in the period of my Taizu, the entire Xuanmen was headed by me Qingyang. In terms of ability and cultivation, whether it is catching ghosts and reducing evil, or slaying demons and eliminating demons, no one can stand out. ”

"Oh. ”

"Really, really!" The old man directly pulled the book from her hand and said, "Girl, believe me, our Qingyang is very powerful and promising." ”

"Oh. Yun Jiao turned his head to look at him, and said slowly, "Thousands of square meters of Taoist temple, you are the only one left, and it is indeed very promising." ”

The old man choked, his eyes fluttered, and he continued to talk hard, "That'...... That's what we think of...... Strict in accepting apprentices, yes! Ordinary people don't accept it, only talents. ”

"A talent like you, who hasn't opened the eyes of the sky?" Yun Jiao tilted his head.

“......”

Faintly feel that I have been stabbed in the heart again!

Not so devastating.

(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

Boom...... If I had known, I wouldn't have told her that I didn't open my eyes.

What's wrong with not opening the eye of the sky! If he doesn't open the eye of the sky, he can also read the picture symbol.

He's not...... Isn't it fate that hasn't arrived? It will still open one day.

"Girl, you believe me, join us Qingyang, you will definitely not lose. The old man covered his injured little heart, and still persuaded without giving up, "Didn't you say that there is no place to go, you look at how big our Taoist temple is, as long as you enter the entrance, you can live there." And there are countless occult classics, as long as you are willing to stay, I will definitely ......"

"Good. ”

"Really, our grandfather is ...... What did you just say?!" Did he just hallucinate?"Girl, you...... You said yes?"

Yun Jiao glanced at him, and was about to nod, but there was a knock on the door outside, followed by an eager voice.

"Bai Dao Chief, is Bai Daxian here? Please save my son? Bai Dao Chang ...... Bai Daxian!"

"There's business coming to the door!" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, he threw away the books in his hand, turned his head and walked into the house, and did not forget to shout at her, "Girl, you can agree, don't regret it." I'll let you see today, old man, what is Xuanmen Xuanshu!" After speaking, he pointed to the door and said, "You help me open the door first, and I will come over right away after changing my clothes." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for her to answer, turned around and swooped back into the house.

Yun Jiao frowned, she really didn't have much interest in what kind of Xuanmen Dao technique. I just want to know what's wrong with my eyes.

Isn't it said that after all reasonable speculations have been excluded, the remaining one, no matter how ridiculous, may be the truth.

In other words, there's a real possibility for her - hell!

The old man seems to be quite good at this, maybe staying here, it is really possible to find a way to heal. And I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that after arriving at this temple, those strange ghosts are gone.

What's more, she really doesn't have anywhere to go now.

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There were two people in front of the audience, a man and a woman. The woman was dressed in a gray and patched dress, her figure was thin and half-hunched, she seemed to be in a hurry, and her face was still a little red, but her face was full of anxious looks. A middle-aged man next to her was supporting her, looking like a mother and son.

"Are you ......" Seeing Yun Jiao come out, the woman was stunned for a moment, glanced her up and down with scrutiny, and flashed a trace of emotion of unknown meaning, not like looking at people, but looking at something. He took a step back slightly, as if he wanted to avoid something, and the look seemed to be—contempt?

Yun Jiao Mo Ming felt a little unhappy, "Who are you looking for?"

"Are we here to find Bai Daochang? Is he there? Get out of the way, I'm in a hurry!" The woman ignored her, and looked into the temple anyway, as if she wanted to rush in to find it herself.

Yun Jiao frowned, subconsciously stopped, and was about to speak, but the old man's low voice came from behind, "Who is making noise in front of the audience?"

The three of them turned their heads in unison.

"Bai Daxian!" the woman's face was happy, and she looked inside excitedly.

Yun Jiao's expression froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Changed into a snow-white robe, and was slowly walking towards this side, the wind blew the wide sleeves and hem in the wind, as if to feather and ascend to the immortal. Holding a whisk in his hand, his eyes were even more cold and lofty, and his eyes were dust-free, and he changed the appearance of begging her to stay just now, like an immortal in the world, but he didn't write a few words on his face.

It's really different from the old man Yun Jiao saw in the forest, holding his pants in one hand and holding a belt in the other hand and planning to commit suicide!

Dare to love just now when he went back to the house to change his equipment?