The next day, in the morning.

Jiuyin looked a little tired, perhaps because he was climbing the mountain and hurrying under the rain all night.

When Xiao Mo arrived at Fang Yueling, he was reluctant to go in the air. Although Jiuyin was reluctant, he finally followed Xiao Mo silently and walked all the way.

At this moment, Jiuyin silently scanned all this in front of her, and she could feel the uncalm mood in the hearts of the men around her.

"This is where your master is?"

Xiao Mo didn't answer, and walked step by step towards the courtyard full of weeds and shrubs.

The crooked stone tables and stone benches were sunk into the earth, and there were still visible cracks on the ground, and the three or two houses in the apse of the ancestral hall had all collapsed, forming a charred mound.

Xiao Mo walked past the stone bench, crossed over the crack, and walked to the door of the ancestral hall, everything here was strange and familiar. Every step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the chest and throat seemed to be blocked, and I wanted to shout and cry, but I could only make a hoarse lotus sound.

"Master, the disciple is not filial. It's been seven years since I came to see your old man's house for the first time......" Xiao Mo knelt at the door of the ancestral hall, and his tears finally couldn't stop falling.

The young master of Shenyin Valley, a ruthless demon that even the elders of the Imperial Spirit Mountain were afraid of, knelt straight like that, like a child who had done something wrong, hissing and whimpering!

"Master, I have failed to live up to your expectations. You want me to magnify the sect, but I destroyed the sect with my own hands, and now I have fallen into the devil's path, and your wish disciple will not be able to realize it in this life. ”

Jiuyin didn't come forward to comfort him, just stood quietly not far from him, her eyes were a little inexplicable, but she didn't know how sad Xiao Mo was at the moment.

She only faintly heard Xiao Mo's hoarse voice like crying and whispering, but even if Xiao Mo didn't say it clearly, she still heard the name "Mo Yue" clearly.

She remembered in her mind the beautiful girl with a pale face but a resolute expression. I remembered her frightened look when the boy slipped on her back, and remembered that she was still clinging to the boy when she was swept up by the huge waves...... I remembered the figure that appeared in Beihai......

I don't know how long it took, and a crying whine pulled Jiuyin back from his thoughts.

The sound of the flute is low and mournful, with occasional cheerfulness, and is quickly overwhelmed by sadness and despair.

Jiuyin suddenly remembered what that person had said to her:

Why is it to say, why is love to death.

There is no harmony between the mountain wind, and there is no harmony with the qin, and there is only the sad sound of the flute lingering in the huge Fangyueling.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the flute stopped, Xiao Mo slowly stood up, muttered something, and his expression finally became calm.

His gaze fell on the few patches of light yellow hidden in the scorched earth, slightly bitter.

"Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the avenue survives through the ages. ”

Although he has spent most of his time practicing in the Jedi Yin Pool over the years, he rarely knows anything about the world.

The ups and downs of Fang Yuemen over the past few hundred years, the disaster of the Flying Immortal Residence seven years ago, and the silver-faced man are inseparable from the ancient artifact "Dao Monument" that was left in Fang Yuemen.

When he was very young, he heard Xiao Zhong talk to him about the secrets of the door, to solve the mystery of this monument, the key to the revitalization of Fangyue Gate is in these ten words at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Xiao Zhong has been figuring out for fifty years, and even Xiao Zhong's master and master Tai have exhausted their life's energy and have not been able to find out the slightest secret about the Dao Monument.

However, Fang Yuemen was repeatedly ruined by it, decaying day by day, and finally fell to the point of destroying people.

What Xiao Yusheng didn't expect was that when he fought with the silver-faced man, his "Fu Huo" burned the ancestral hall to the ground, but these words engraved on the lintel of the ancestral hall were retained.

There was a trace of sadness and anger in Xiao Mo's eyes, and the two or three pieces of slightly yellowed copper tin were faintly dazzling. With a flick of his fingers, two black flames rose above the light yellow.

......

The flames rose and quickly extinguished.

Xiao Mo shook his head and turned to leave.

"Isn't it?" Xiao Mo turned his head sharply, and the weeds, broken wood, and even the soil attached to it around the copper tin were burned, but the light yellow was still there.

Xiao Mo raised his right hand, and one of the palm-sized pieces of copper tin fell into his hand.

It looks like copper and not copper, and I don't know what material it is. After the black flame, it was still cold to start.

Xiao Mo's eyes couldn't help but condense slightly, and he subconsciously flipped the copper tin in his hand to the other side, and sure enough, there was something else, it was the word "sky".

Xiao Mo's heart moved, his sleeve robe flicked, and he soon found a few well-preserved five pieces of "copper tin" nearby.

Xiao Mo took a breath, faintly realizing that most of the secrets of the hundreds of years of luck of the left and right Yuemen had been discovered by himself, but he would rather never find out about this day.

A few words are put together, and after some arrangement, they are fixed in "The way of heaven and earth, always in the water." ”

Xiao Mo's brows furrowed slightly, he groaned for a moment, and as soon as his heart moved, he went straight around the "ancestral hall" and headed towards the back mountain.

Xiao Mo passed by and didn't look back. But Jiuyin didn't seem to be angry at all, and he smiled lightly between his eyebrows, and followed.

A stone path hidden in the bamboo forest leads to the depths of the back mountain, and the sunlight passes through the gaps between the leaves, leaving broken shadows all over the ground.

There is also the crisp birdsong from time to time, accompanied by the faint sound of running water, where the decay of "Fangyuemen" seems to be just an illusion, maybe everything has not changed.

Crossing the path, a gentle mountain stream comes into view, and a cool breeze is wrapped in a light moisture.

Xiao Mo took a breath, and did not stop at this piece of crystal broken jade that fell from the sky, but walked all the way forward along the stream.

I didn't go far, and a mountain spring with a radius of dozens of zhang appeared in front of me.

The mountain spring is crystal clear, and a green bamboo beside the spring water reflects the spring water turquoise. The streams from the mountain stream converge here and then merge into a long stream that trickles down the mountain.

The arrival of Xiao Mo and the others startled the kingfisher who was skimming the water and fishing, and flew into the distance with a soft chirp.

Xiao Mo jumped up and landed on the bluestone by the mountain spring,

"The way of heaven and earth is always in the water. If I'm right, it's the stele. Xiao Mo set his eyes on the blue water, but where was the stone tablet on the blue water.

Jiuyin was also a little curious, Xiao Mo seemed to see her thoughts, and pointed to the spring: "Look at this spring water, what is so special?"

Jiuyin looked at it carefully for a long time, but still found nothing, so he shook his head.

Xiao Mo said lightly: "No wonder you can't see it, in another four or five months, in autumn and winter, this spring water will be a little special." ”

Jiuyin didn't know why, Xiao Mo added:

"In autumn and winter, there is no rain supply above the mountain stream, and this mountain spring gradually dries up. At that time, a stone monument will emerge from the mountain spring. The stele has existed for a long time, except for a few strange words on it, nothing special, and it has long been strange. If it weren't for the genius, I wouldn't have imagined that the secret that I wanted to unravel for hundreds of years was under my nose. ”

"Strange words?"

"You'll find out later. ”

Jiuyin saw that Xiao Mo didn't hide it from her at all, his expression was a little inexplicable, and he was a little surprised: "If you tell me this, you won't be afraid of robbing you of the way of heaven and earth?"

Xiao Mo shook his head, not knowing whether he was really fearless, or if he was sure that Jiuyin would not do that, so he only said lightly: "You wait for me for a while." ”