The mountain road slopes deep into the mountain, and after passing through another dense forest, there are nearly 100 stone steps, pointing directly to the temple gate.

This ancient temple is located on the slope of the mountain, the stone steps have been broken and cracked, and the weeds are overgrown, which is obviously abandoned for a period of time, and there is a more gloomy feeling in the darkness of dusk. The inside of the open temple gate was dark and dreary, revealing the smell of decay.

Li Shidao climbed the stairs, crossed the threshold, and stepped into the temple.

The lights came on.

He looked intently and saw a woman with long hair hanging down her waist, facing away from him, lighting an oil lamp dedicated to the Bodhisattva on the Buddha platform. Immediately, Shi Qingxuan's Qingyue sweet, but with a thick sense of surprise, sounded in the dilapidated temple: "Song Gongzi, why are you here?"

Li Shidao saw that she was still looking at herself with her jade back, so she complained: "I can't imagine that the girl is not a trustworthy person, she obviously lacks Song Mouqu, but she doesn't cherish her life and fights with gangsters here, is it because she wants to lose faith in Song!?"

Shi Qingxuan said softly: "It's not that Qingxuan is dishonest to others, but this matter must be done." There will be wicked people here later, and Song Gongzi should stay away immediately, otherwise he will be involved in unnecessary grievances in the rivers and lakes. ”

Li Shidao was willing to listen to her, but said firmly: "Song doesn't care about any grievances in the rivers and lakes, before the girl plays a song for Zai, no one can move a single hair!"

Regardless of Shi Qingxuan's reaction, he stood in the corner of the door, closed his eyes and waited.

Shi Qingxuan sighed faintly, still with her back to the door, silently staring at the dancing flames on the wick, and her cloud-like hair was softly draped over her shoulders, which made her fragrant shoulders like knives show graceful and graceful lines.

Time passed little by little, the afterglow of the setting sun finally disappeared in the distance outside the temple, and a little light on the Buddha platform became the only light in this dark world, reflecting Shi Qingxuan more lonely and detached, unfathomable.

The sound of cicadas singing and chirping fills the space outside the temple, which is both full and ethereal, and there is an indescribable rhythm hidden in the chaos, which makes the dark night of the deserted temple full of vitality.

Li Shidao calmed down, his breath naturally blended into the surroundings, and savored the silence of nature.

Suddenly, a strange sound sounded outside the temple.

At first hearing, it seems to be the sound of a baby crying, and then it turns into a woman's screaming and wailing, which makes people feel terrified.

Li Shidao and Shi Qingxuan turned a deaf ear, one was still in a leisurely and calm posture, and the other was standing there silently like a stone, not reacting to the sound at all, let alone being afraid.

As if perceiving that the evil skill has no effect on the people in the temple, the magic sound outside changes again, from front to back, left and right, fluctuating, becoming concentrated in the square outside the temple gate, and becoming more and more high-pitched and ugly, becoming a ghost chirping ghost, as if suddenly arriving at the Shura Underworld, thousands of tragic ghosts are coming to ask you for your life, phantom buildings, killing shadows.

Li Shidao just kept his heart and didn't stir up any dust.

And Shi Qingxuan took out a bamboo flute, put it to his mouth, and played a peerless song that is rare in the world.

The sound of the flute is clear and full of life, no matter if the ghost sound is terrifying and poignant, it still can't hide the serene charm in it, each note is like accumulating some kind of strange touching power, it seems to be an ordinary rhyme, but it is extremely moving, without the slightest artificiality to gently dig and caress the pain hidden in everyone's heart, not limited by time, space and feelings

With the sound of breaking the sound, Shi Qingxuan reproduces the extraordinary Xiao art!

In the face of this peerless sound, the evil voice can only be ashamed of itself, disintegrating and collapsing, and in a moment, only the sound of the flute that gently fills the heavens and the earth is left in the world.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped.

Shi Qingxuan said lightly: "Now that the distinguished guests are here, why don't you enter the temple to meet, Shi Zhixuan and Shi Qingxuan, the daughter of Bixiuxin, are here to wait for the four seniors." ”

The words fell, and four figures descended from the night and came to the gate of the ruined temple.

The person on the left is a big man who is dressed in a hurry, with a hooked nose and deep eyes, and there is an indescribable evil taste, and at a glance you can see that it is not a good character. The most bizarre thing is to wear a crown on his head that the emperor used to crown the crown of the sky.

The person who came was Ding Jiuzhong, the owner of the "Overlord Valley".

The face of the person standing next to him is as wide as a basin, the chin is bulging, the two thick lips are protruding like a bird's peck, and the pair of big-eyed Qing is like two ghost fires, the body is short and fat, but the hands are as thick as tree trunks, although he is wearing a monk's body, he does not have the slightest outsider's birth bearing, just like a murderous demon king.

He also hung a string of blood-red beads on his head, which made people feel even more nondescript, it was the "Bare-handed Sect" leader Zhou Laosigh.

Next to Zhou Laosi, there was a charming woman in colorful clothes. She is dressed in colorful clothes, and her age seems to be between double ten at first glance, but there are crow's feet like cobwebs radiating to the sideburns at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

She is the "charming lady" Jin Huanzhen, and the magic sound just now was also sent by her.

As for this next person, who is also a strong man whose skills have reached the master's level, he is "perverse" You Niaoti, his face is like yellow paper, skinny, and he looks like he is about to die, and his eyebrows and foreheads are full of deep wrinkles of misery, but his body is extremely tall, and he is really taller than the long and jade gold ring next to him.

His nose was taller and more curved than Ding Jiuzhong's, his lips were thicker than Zhou Lao's sigh, his eyebrows were surprisingly thick and black, and the burning eyes below were completely incompatible with his miserable and tired face, bright and clear as a child, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a faint expression of coldness and hatred that no child had, which made people shudder.

The green clothes he wore were surprisingly wide, with a kind of ill-fitting crappyness, and a one-legged bronze man with golden light hanging on his back, which should weigh at least hundreds of pounds, but the burden on his back seemed to be as light as a hair, and it was not a burden at all.

As soon as these four people appeared, they looked at Shi Qingxuan viciously, like a hungry wolf, and then, Jin Huanzhen looked at Li Shidao with a suspicious gaze, and asked sharply, "Boy, who are you?"

Li Shidao smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that no one wants to hurt Miss Shi today!"

"What a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky!" You Niao let out a voice that can be unforgettable for anyone's life, like a knife scraping a porcelain plate, and people are uncomfortable to hear, "Boy, if you want to die, get out quickly, otherwise, Lao Tzu will crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

Li Shidao still had a leisurely demeanor, and said calmly: "If you can fight for literature, you don't need to fight! If you have any ability, just show it, if you are only quick to speak in vain, but you don't have the courage to enter the room, then get out of the room as soon as possible!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the four of You Nitori were suddenly as sharp as eagle falcons, and they were compelling.

"What a guts!"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

"Look for death!"