In the depths of the Lingying Marquis's mansion, in a deep corridor, Gao Ziyu and the young man with his forehead were walking side by side with torches in their hands.

The corridor is made of bluestone, and the humidity is very heavy, and water droplets often fall from the ceiling overhead, splashing in small puddles at the feet of the two people.

Gao Ziyu wiped the damp bamboo cane in his hand with his sleeve and said, "Senior brother, why is the cold atmosphere in this ghost place so strong, and it is about to catch up with the mass grotto in the north of our Yin Mountain." ”

His figure was already very tall, but he was still half a head shorter than the young man with his forehead, and his thin body, which highlighted a huge skeleton, was far less strong than the latter.

A young man dressed in black with a white wolf's tail and forehead, wearing a necklace made of white animal teeth around his neck, his body is tall and majestic, showing perfect lines, especially a pair of arms full of explosive power, like a cheetah walking in the night, exuding a dangerous aura around his body.

Hearing this, he nodded slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Judging from the various arrangements of this Hou Mansion, this Lingying Hou should be practicing the way of ghosts and gods, but it is not the same path as the wizards in my clan. ”

Gao Ziyu smiled and flattered: "Wizard Heidi's methods are not trivial, otherwise the master would not have become friends with Boyan Dawu, and he also made an exception to allow the senior brother to lead the art to join the master." ”

The young man who wiped his forehead turned his head and glanced at Gao Ziyu, and said: "I, Helan Changchun, was originally a little king in the black Di, and in the hearts of you people, I am afraid that I always remember the eight words 'If you are not of my race, your heart will be different'." ”

Gao Ziyu's eyelids jumped at this glance, and he hurriedly lowered his head and said: "Master had already instructed before the retreat that all the affairs of Yinshan Xuanzong should be handled by the senior brother. ”

Helan Changchun sneered: "If it weren't for the master and his old man who killed his own senior brother cleanly, where would it be my turn?"

Gao Ziyu secretly scolded himself in his heart for not opening which pot to mention, but his face showed a disapproving look, and responded: "Fools who don't know the current affairs don't live long in Yinshan, and the juniors and disciples always take the senior brother as the ......."

Helan Changchun suddenly made a silent gesture and pointed to his ears again.

Gao Ziyu hurriedly stopped talking and listened attentively, only then did he notice that at some point, the faint sound of the flute began to echo in the corridor, illusory and ethereal, and he didn't know where it came from.

His face changed, and he said in a low voice: "It's Xu Xun's soul-searching flute, it should be looking for the traces of Nantianzhu, I'm afraid we have been discovered at this moment." ”

Helan Changchun's eyebrows jumped, the corners of his mouth were greatly raised, and the muscles on his face were pulled together, revealing a wild smile, and said softly: "Interesting." ”

He suddenly threw his head up and let out a wolf-like howl, long and mournful, revealing an eternal thirst for blood and slaughter that had lasted since the dawn of time.

The sound of the flute was provoked, and then it suddenly became louder, Zhongzheng was peaceful, the artistic conception was majestic, and the listener saw the bright moon hanging high and flying in the blue sea, and the tide rushed into the sky and scattered the clouds.

Its song is so broad that it has the courage not to compete with the wolf howl and naturally overwhelm one end.

The iron flute blows the clouds, and it lives up to its name.

Gao Ziyu was excited by the sound of this flute, and he couldn't help but feel his heart fluctuate, and how much planning and caution were suppressed in his mind at this moment.

He let out a low snort, the breath of his whole body soared, and the bamboo cane in his palm glowed with oily light, shining brightly and flowing like water waves.

His avenue of inspiration is like a bamboo, hollow and climbing, not fighting for the thick soil and burying it deeply, not letting the mud of Mount Tai and the water of the four seas not be full.

Helan Changchun said with a smile: "It turns out that this is what the master said about the 'big weapon', second junior brother, I want to see how big the instrument you are, can you hold up the sky?"

Gao Ziyu's temperament suddenly underwent an unbelievable huge change, or this is his true face and true color.

When he heard this, he smiled and said, "I'm ashamed, and I see my junior brother supporting the sky!"

Gao Ziyu raised the bamboo cane in his hand and stabbed it fiercely towards the top of his head, and a green sword qi erupted out, without blades and blades, and the branches and leaves were meandering, like a bamboo that supported the sky and broke through the ground!

The bluestone slab on the ceiling shattered in response, and then the stone was blown up by the sword qi, forming a large hole several zhang square.

Outside the cave was dimly lit, and only a small area could be seen, but it was clearly a palatial hall.

The green bamboo sword qi still has an aftertaste, breaking through the roof of the hall again, and even breaking again and again, and finally lifting a layer of glazed tiles, straight into the sky, and the moon wheel in the sky reflect each other.

was pierced by Gao Ziyu's sword, and it was a seven-story pavilion!

There was a person on the roof of the building who played the flute to the moon, and was forced by this sword qi, so he had to fly several feet sideways and jump down from a high altitude.

The sound of the flute curls and gradually disappears.

The moonlight entered the stone corridor, Helan Changchun looked up at the figure wrapped in the moonlight, and smiled brightly: "The bamboo knot vessel of the humble valley is really extraordinary, and it can be made of sword qi behind him by filling himself with the qi of heaven and earth, although it is only for a moment, it is also precious." The second junior brother is so young, he is already expected to become a big man, are you really not afraid that the senior brother will ruin you?"

The so-called meteorology is a strange scene that can be seen by the grandmaster, but it is not the same as inspiration, but only an externalization of the avenue of inspiration. The two may be the same, or they may seem unrelated, for example, the second master's inspiration is a butcher's knife to cut the heavenly pillar, but the weather is a tiger descending from the mountain.

In a word, all grandmasters can see the atmosphere of others, and inspiration can only be known by themselves.

Meteorology has no substance, and its greatest role is not to kill, but to unite oneself and suppress the momentum of the enemy. The realm of inspiration is the most important realm, and if you fall behind in the battle of weather, there is basically no suspense about the outcome of the victory. And the grandmaster who has not condensed the atmosphere meets the inspiration of Dacheng, and may even be suppressed and unable to make a move, and let others slaughter him.

The more you know, the more you fear. The Tao is not as good as people, and at least it will be traumatized and defeated, and at worst, it will fall to death.

Gao Ziyu stabbed out this majestic sword that supported the sky, and at this time he was exhausted, and sat on the ground with a soft body, and said with a wry smile: "Sure enough, there is a loan and a repayment, the qi of heaven and earth is not biased, it is the junior brother Meng Lang." ”

He shook his head again, looked at Helan Changchun and said, "I know that my senior brother is not in the rivers and lakes, how can he destroy me? It is precisely because of this kind of thinking that the junior brother dares to take risks." Now it seems that my thoughts are not pure to this point, and not only is it not beneficial, but it is harmful. Master once said that if I can't understand the word "measure", I will have no hope in this life. ”

"Leaving his post without permission, attacking his colleagues, being treacherous, colluding with foreign thieves! Gao Ziyu, you should be damned!"

In mid-air, Xu Xun held the iron flute in his hand and stepped on the moon, his voice was powerful and powerful.

Helan Changchun sighed and said, "Who can have a heart like a child?" Second junior brother, sit and watch senior brother fold the flute!"

Hei Di Xiao Wang, the big disciple of Yinshan Xuanzong, Helan Changchun's black robe waved and rose from the ground!

The phantom of a howling moon greedy wolf appeared, and a black figure smashed through the door of the first floor of the pavilion, and leaped upwards violently.

The greedy wolf had a black body, blood-red eyes, and a huge claw like a spear and halberd, slapping at Xu Xun fiercely.

Grandmaster's weather, inspiration!