A hundred miles north of Qingniu Town, there is a small mortal village, which is sparsely populated, but there are no more than 100 households. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoBecause there is a thousand zhang high mountain nearby, the summit of this mountain is named Shoyuki Peak because of the snow and cold all year round, and the small village at the foot of the mountain is named Shoyuki Village because of the opposite view of this mountain.

Although Zhaoxue Village is close to the Zhaoxue Peak, due to special geographical reasons, Zhaoxue Village is not very cold, but the four seasons are as usual, and in the weather in October, it is also the fragrance of birds and flowers, and the autumn breeze is dripping.

On this day, a young man in white came to the entrance of Zhaoxue Village, this young man had black hair, his clothes and hair were fluttering, not tied or tied, slightly fluttering, his appearance looked like he was in his twenties, although his facial features were not perfect, but they were also very attractive. This person is Ye Haoran, who used thousands of illusions to change his appearance and aura.

Ye Haoran saw the towering, white and flawless Zhaoxue Peak behind him from Zhaoxue Village at a glance, and his eyes showed a look of reminiscence. At this time, there were also villagers from Zhaoxue Village passing back and forth beside him, and when they saw Ye Haoran, they all showed a trace of ignorance.

But Ye Haoran was full of smiles when he looked at these villagers. These people did not know him, but he knew them.

Although everyone was much older than Ye Haoran's impression, he still recognized it at a glance. After all, this is where he once lived for eight years.

Ye Haoran didn't recognize these villagers, after all, more than ten years have passed, and his appearance has changed greatly. And although he is already the holy son of the Cloud Sky Sect, he has always been remembered by the Black Demon Sect. It had been ten days since he left Yuntian Sect, and along the way, Ye Haoran had heard a lot about Yuntian Sect becoming a first-class sect in Jingzhou. And one of them also killed the Demon Son, and then became the Holy Son of Yuntian Sect. Although he is famous, he has also pushed himself to the forefront, the Dark Demon Sect has been fighting with the Yuntian Sect endlessly, if they know their identity, they will definitely send someone to kill them at all costs. Therefore, under vigilance, Ye Haoran naturally did not want to bring unnecessary disasters to this indisputable Zhaoxue Village.

Then, Ye Haoran stayed at the entrance of the village for a while, and then passed through Zhaoxue Village as if passing by, and came to the foot of Zhaoxue Peak, which is the place where Zhaoxue Village buried the dead relatives in the village.

More than ten years have passed, although there are more than a dozen graves in this cemetery, Ye Haoran did not fail to find the grave he was looking for that was overgrown with wild grass.

This tomb is the one closest to Zhaoxue Peak, but it is also the only tomb with a wooden tombstone, when Ye Haoran looked at the handwriting written by himself on the tombstone, which is now not clear "Mr. Ye Xiaofeng's Tomb", his heart was full of sadness.

Ye Haoran remembered that when his husband died, he was just like his current age, and he didn't spend his good years, so he died of depression because he didn't get famous.

But at this moment, Ye Haoran's face was originally full of sadness, but he suddenly frowned, staring at the tombstone, and the grave covered with wild grass squinted his eyes.

If a person dies, even if it is a Jiazi time, there will be dead air around him, but Ye Haoran found that there are dead air of different concentrations around the nearly 100 graves around, but when he arrived at Mr. and Mr., there was no dead air at all.

I don't know why, Ye Haoran suddenly appeared in his mind the mysterious Tsing Yi Taoist statue of the Guangling Plain. When thinking of this, Ye Haoran showed a look of impossibility.

But when this thought is together, it is difficult to dissipate. Ye Haoran seemed to have made a big decision in his heart. After that, he said to Mr.'s tombstone: "Sir, you don't dare to forget the child's nurturing grace, the child just wanted to come to see you before leaving Jingzhou, but now a trace of doubt lingers in the child's mind, forgive the child for not being filial, today only a look can solve the doubt in the child's heart." ”

Speaking of this, Ye Haoran took out the Qingyang Sword and came to the grave and said, "Sir, offended!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Haoran raised his sword and fell, and most of the grave overgrown with wild grass was cut off by him, and an old coffin inside was also revealed. Then Ye Haoran endured the hesitation in his heart and pried open the lid of the coffin with the Qingyang Sword.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The lid of the coffin fell to the ground in response, but Ye Haoran, who was staring at the coffin, was stunned, and then even took a few steps back, let go of the Qingyang Sword in his hand, and kept shaking his head in disbelief.

Then Ye Haoran shook his head and stepped forward again, lying on the coffin mouth to check carefully, but the coffin was still empty, let alone the corpse, not even clothes, empty.

Ye Haoran sat down on the ground, and said with a look of incredulity and shock on his face: "Sir, who are you? Could it be that the mysterious Taoist in Tsing Yi is really you? But why do you want to save ......?"

Suddenly, Ye Haoran was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly looked up at the thousand-zhang tall Zhaoxue Peak, and then hurriedly got up and summoned the jade sword with the word "Spirit", and after stepping on it, he flew up and quickly went up towards the peak of Zhaoxue Peak.

In less than a few breaths, Ye Haoran had already flown to the peak of this Zhaoxue Peak, when he put away the jade sword and stepped on the peak of this Lingfeng, heavy snow, Ye Haoran finally understood that Mr. was really not an ordinary mortal.

Here, even Ye Haoran, who was already in the foundation building period, felt a very chill, and he couldn't stay for a long time, let alone mortals could come here. But he clearly remembered that at that time, his husband said that it was on this peak that he saved himself from dying.

At this moment, Ye Haoran felt that everything he thought was not true, why did a mysterious powerhouse who was high above save a person with a talent like a mortal, was it in a good heart?

Just when Ye Haoran was very puzzled by this, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, took a few steps back, and looked at the blank snow in front of him.

A tornado blew, and the snow in that place melted instantly, and when the tornado disappeared, two burly soldiers appeared there, wearing golden armor and holding golden spears, with very sharp eyes.

Ye Haoran frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "Are you a soldier of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

The two of them saw that Ye Haoran was silent, and together they revealed their cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, and one of them shouted to Ye Haoran warningly: "This place is the place where the Great Zhou Dynasty is guarded, and Daoist friends should leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me and other subordinates for being ruthless." ”

After Ye Haoran pondered for a moment, he bowed to the two soldiers with a smile and said, "It turns out that this place belongs to the Great Zhou Dynasty, and I have no intention of coming here, so I will leave." ”

After saying this, Ye Haoran quickly flew towards the foot of Zhaoxue Peak under the vigilant gaze of the two people.

When he came to Ye Xiaofeng's grave again, Ye Haoran showed a more puzzled look and said, "What is this Zhaoxue Peak, why did even the Great Zhou Dynasty send people to guard here?"

These fogs even made Ye Haoran feel a headache, although he also wanted to find out these things, but this matter involved such an earth-shattering force as the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he could only give up first.

Then Ye Haoran took a deep breath, glanced at the uninhabited grave that had been opened by himself, sighed, and restored the place to its original appearance. And he tried not to think about it, put away the Qingyang Sword, and left here indifferently.