The next day, ask the mountainside.

A shadow, plus eight shadows.

"Sir said..."

"If you still have a backhand, hurry up, don't wait..."

"Even if the mountain is burned down, it will only leave six more days of life, and it will not save people..."

"As soon as the six days are over, the gentleman will destroy his life with his own hands. At that time, the life will be extinguished, and the sky and the sun will all be destroyed. What is sealed inside will come into the world in advance. As for what disasters will happen after the things are born, Mr. does not dare to say anything.

But you won't be able to keep your secret. Therefore, Wentian can only stand by and watch as he did back then, and will never enter the game. ”

"Mr. said this, please ask Dean Lu to consider it carefully..."

The girl whispered quickly, like a stream of clear water soothing people's hearts and lungs. But the deep meaning in the words breaks the listener's heart.

When the girl recounted the words of the old man on the mountain, she did not linger any longer, nor did she pay attention to the listener's reaction.

Bowing slightly, he immediately hurried back to the red shroud on the top of the mountain.

Here.

The thousand-zhang high Wentian Mountain, nearly a hundred zhang from top to bottom, is covered by red mangs.

The red mantra is as rich as blood plasma, obscuring everything in between.

Even a few people standing on the way to the summit could only vaguely see the shadow of the bamboo hut at the top of the mountain. The surrounding bamboo forest, as early as the moment the red mangs sprouted, turned into ashes, leaving nothing.

The old man is already burning the mountain...

This is his last life-saving prescription.

The old man wants to refine the essence of the hundred miles of mountains, ask the heavens for thousands of years, and continue the life of the dying boy.

Although it was only six days, it was also the only bargaining chip he had to make up for the guilt of the year.

And after six days, the boy must die!

Because, the red mangs are too terrible...

The place where it passes devours the heavens and devours the earth, extincts all life, and extraordinary people can avoid it, and only the means of saints can resist one or two. As long as the boy does not die for a day, the red mangs will collapse like a monstrous sea, spreading in all directions and never stopping.

When the red mangvines come out of the sky and extend to three thousand miles of Yueyang, or even farther away, it will be a catastrophe that will destroy the world...

Between the summit trails,

Two hundred zhang away from the bamboo house.

Eight figures, melancholy, stood side by side.

Shortly after the maiden left,

Dean Tianshu could no longer suppress his anger.

"What the hell are you hiding from us?"

He took two big steps, walked up to Lu Suifeng, and glared angrily.

“......”

Lu Suifeng quietly looked at the bamboo house on the top of the mountain and did not answer.

"What is sealed in that kid's body!"

"Where the hell did the teacher go?"

“......！”

Dean Tianshu almost went berserk, and kept asking questions sentence by sentence.

Lu Suifeng was still expressionless and ignored it.

Chen Suixin was a little overwhelmed, and forcibly pulled Dean Tianshu away: "Second brother, calm down." ”

"Humph!"

Dean Tianshu shook his hand violently, breaking free from Chen Suixin's restraints, and at the same time swept the other four deans with angry eyes, and said fiercely:

"Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the teacher?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Lu Suifeng sharply.

"Back then, you followed the teacher and the hidden master to the Immortal Dao Palace. After coming back, the teacher left, and the hidden master took the others to hide in Beimang!

Over the years, we have never asked what happened in the Heavenly Dao Palace. Because, we trust you!"

"Thousands of disciples died before, you have to wait. ”

"Boy, you have to wait. ”

"He wants to enter the pure yang to flirt with the madman, you have to wait. ”

"But, now that kid is going to die!

"Everyone in the world knows that he is the heavy son of the hermit. Even the wise master has already guessed some clues, but you still have to hide the matter from us!"

"Are you treating us like brothers?"

“...”

Quiet...

Dean Tianshu roared angrily, as if he wanted to explode all the depression that had accumulated in the past twenty years.

While he was angry, the other deans did not interrupt the persuasion, which was acquiescence...

The Pavilion Master Cao, who was originally standing on one side to guard, had already walked away very interestingly. Because he is an outsider, there are some things he can't hear, or even dare not listen to...

The red mangs descended a few feet further...

The dead air combined with the oppressive atmosphere makes people feel hopeless.

Dean Tianquan turned around and looked at Lu Suifeng beggingly.

"Old eight, is there something you can tell us? even a little, so that we can have a bottom..."

The wind on the top of the mountain kept plucking the robes of the seven people.

Dean Tianshu's anger had been extinguished a lot, and he, like the other five, also looked at Lu Suifeng with a begging gaze.

They really want to know the answers to these doubts.

In the past 20 years, they have been guarding the Seven Star Courtyard hard, not fighting for fame and fortune, and even less seeking trouble in the rivers and lakes. It's nothing more than to save a little bit of foundation, so that when the deceased returns one day, he can have one more means.

It's just that twenty years is really too long.

was young and crazy at the beginning, and boiled out strands of gray hair. But they are still waiting ...

Until, Xia Xun took the watermelon and they came to Qixing. Until, Xia Xun was injured by the design of Wentian and was exposed to cover the sky.

They knew that the twenty years they had been waiting for were coming to an end. Because, Xia Xun returned with covering the sky, which means that the ghost plot is about to fall...

And the ghost plot means that their teacher will return soon...

But

Now that Xia Xun is going to die, he is going to die for no reason.

How can this not make them worry?

Lu Suifeng still looked at the bamboo house quietly,

I've been watching it for a long, long time...

"The sword spirit is still in the courtyard. ”

"The master is still alive. ”

“......”

"The rest, I can't say. This is the meaning of yesterday's letter from the hermit. ”

As he spoke, Lu Suifeng took out a piece of letter paper from his arms expressionlessly and handed it to Dean Tianquan.

Dean Tianquan took the letter and opened it carefully.

Only eight words were written on the letter...

"Life and death are fate, and the past is like a bottle. ”

The red light reflected the red sky, and the sky reflected Yueyang again.

The poor people and civilians in the city thought that this was a disaster from the gods. Since last night, they have begun to bow down to the sky, burn incense, cry and complain.

People with a little insight gather in groups of three or five in large and small wine shops, or on their own high platforms. Looking at the top of Wentian Mountain from afar, they talked to each other.

It's just that there are not many good people gathered in Yueyang Tower today, and they are all first-class businessmen who can't trade.

Because, at the moment when the red mangs appeared last night, the sky was closed. Don't say that outsiders, even if they are their own disciples, if there is nothing important, they are forbidden to enter and exit.

Therefore, the eagle dog, which could not detect the news, could only stay outside the Wentian Mountain Pass.

It's rare to go back to Yueyang between the buildings...

There is no news of Yueyang Tower, it is just a luxurious wine shop.

No one else would go...

Three thousand miles west of Yueyang,

Among the banyan trees.

The sunlight filtered through the leaves, smothering the frost of the night in the forest.

After half a day of fermentation, the smell of the corpse soil turned into a foul smell.

Perhaps, it is the towering banyan tree that blocks the sun and time at the same time. Or maybe the people here are really tired from yesterday's fierce battle.

The stench didn't disturb the snooze here.

By the time the sun was already in the middle of the sky, people had just woken up in a daze.

The tattered parcels scattered all over the ground were re-tied and forcibly piled on top of the already fully loaded wagon. Some medicinal herbs that are not so valuable, or have been rotten, can only fall in place.

Today, the ox gets up early. It was much earlier than when I was in the courtyard, when I was cooking breakfast.

When he got up, he just casually washed his face with dew. He carefully removed the blood-stained bandages from the brothers who were still asleep, applied ointment, and carefully rewrapped them with new bandages.

Because it was winter, the horse meat hanging from the branches of the banyan tree did not stink. He lit the fire and boiled the horse meat in the soup.

When the rest of the brothers were busy with the trivial tasks of loading, they were already ready to eat.

The wind is slightly stronger,

The branches of the banyan tree were blown and rustled.

The resentful horse seemed a little impatient, and the iron hooves kept congealing into muddy meat sauce, and the reins tore the old bark of the banyan tree to pieces.

The rich kid who didn't reprimand him angrily last night seemed to have discovered something. He slowly stood up and stared at the dense forest to the south.

Then, the rough man who was loading the goods also stopped moving. The large, rough hand pressed tightly against the hilt of the sword, and straightened up.

One after another, the remaining ten Pure Yang disciples didn't move...

The south wind blows north, and the leaves fall heavily...

As he had done last night, Niu Zi scooped up a bowl full of horse broth and hurried down to the banyan tree.

Niu Zi smiled heartily and carefully passed the broth.

Mo Xian slowly stood up, but didn't answer.

"Senior brother, eat some broth, and we'll be on our way" Niu Zi didn't mind his rudeness and said with a smile.

“......”

Mo Xian pulled out the simple heavy sword inserted beside him, looked past the figure of the cow, and threw himself to the south, still not answering.

The forest wind whistled softly,

It seems that a tiger and wolf are about to appear.

A few rays of sunlight struggled through the dense banyan leaves, like needles and threads pricking down.

“......”

Uncanny...

The atmosphere was a little weird.

Niu Zi couldn't help frowning, and turned around slowly and suspiciously...

I saw that more than ten senior brothers were like enchanted. With his left hand in his sheath and his right hand in his hand, he stood motionless. Only the horses are impatient and stomping their hooves, grinding the trunks of the trees, and breaking the bark of the wood.

This kind of scene is no stranger to Niuzi. I only saw it before the fierce battle the day before yesterday. He couldn't help but wrinkle deeper...

When the cow turned around completely.

"Pong Dang"

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

The soup and meat burst out of the bowl gradually.

With a shattered sound, it pierced the dense forest that covered the sky and startled countless cold birds...

A lot of people,

The mountains are full of people.

Leopard fur coat, tiger skin hat, wolf tooth knife.

Strong as a bear, as fierce as a fang.

Among the banyan trees, in the barren grass, in the path.

From west to east, it crosses half a mile.

Dense and motionless.

It's all bandits! More than the two thousand Pure Yang Silver Swords that came to the carjacking yesterday, at least two thousand more...

"Gollum"

The cow shook his hands, swallowed a mouthful of foam with difficulty, and stiffened himself again.

"Division... Brother..."

“......”

Leng Jun's Mo Xian gently patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down on the side.

Half a mile of banyan forest birds fly away, and half a mile of corpses are less populated.

Four thousand mountain bandits, fourteen or seven stars.

The comer doesn't seem to be good...

A confrontation with an even greater disparity in numbers has already begun.

"Wow"

The ink is idle, the seven stars appear, the peacock opens the screen, and the sword points to the sky.

As the day before, he did not speak. Straight to the south, stride out, go faster and faster...

He didn't want to waste any more time, the reason why he chose to take the shortcut to Banyan Forest was precisely to return faster. Moreover, the fierce battle had been postponed for a day, and now there were 4,000 bandits blocking the road, which undoubtedly made him even more anxious.

"Wow..."

The twelve-seven-star sword rises, guarding the carriage.

Mo Xian held his sword like the wind, approaching the bandits.

The bandits also moved.

"Tut-tut..."

There was only one person who moved.

The skin is as black as carbon, only the eyes are white, the body is thin and lean, and the hair is half an inch short. A leopard skin cloak and two steel spikes are carried in both hands. His name is Poison Bee, and he is the second leader of the 48,000-mile Banyan Forest bandits. The ferocity is less than Yuyang's nine, only high and not low.

He walked out of the group with a smile on his face, and lazily played a beautiful showmanship with steel thorns in his hands.

"Tut-tut, it's so majestic, the senior brother wants to cut down thousands of people with one husband, and ten thousand people are invincible..."