Just when Master Wu was stunned, a voice came: "Touya, you have already lost." Wutou Cliff hurriedly knelt down and said, "The disciple is incompetent. ”

Yang Zongheng was curious where the voice came from, and Wutouya came over to him and said, "The teacher wants to see you." Yang Zongheng smiled bitterly: "I can't be gone." Aconitum Cliff snorted: "What do you say?" Yang Zongheng couldn't even beat Aconitum Cliff, let alone his teacher, so he had to follow Aconitum Cliff and walk out the door.

The Tie brothers didn't dare to make a sound, and only after the two of them left did they order someone to clean up the messy hall

Yang Zongheng followed the Wutou Cliff through the settlement and walked to another large stone hall, only to see dozens of bookshelves inside, with a neat list of books on it, Yang Zongheng didn't expect that there was a small library in this thief's den.

Aconitum Cliff walked to a bookshelf next to the wall, gently pushed one of the books, the bookshelf moved to both sides, a secret passage appeared in front of the two, Aconitum Cliff picked up a torch from the side and snapped his fingers, the torch burned on the ground, and then walked into the dark secret passage.

After seven turns and eight turns, Yang Zongheng saw a stone gate not far away, when it was about ten steps away from the stone gate, the Aconitum Cliff stood to make way for Yang Zongheng, Yang Zongheng glanced at the Aconitum Cliff, only he signaled himself to continue walking, Yang Zongheng said in his heart: "There is no road ahead, how to go, do you want to step in place?"

But Yang Zongheng did not stop and walked straight to the stone gate, Yang Zongheng just approached the stone gate, the stone gate suddenly opened, the sound frightened Yang Zongheng, only to see the stone gate inside the dark winter, stretched out his hand and did not see the five fingers, he turned his head to look at the Aconitum Cliff, but the Aconitum Cliff turned his face and ignored him, Yang Zongheng had no choice but to raise his legs and walk into the darkness.

As soon as Yang Zongheng walked in, the stone door behind him closed again, and Yang Zongheng was surrounded by pitch black, so his heart began to be cranky: there won't be a monster here, or like in a horror movie, a ghost covered in blood is staring at him in front of him. Or maybe now you're standing in the middle of the abyss, and you're going to fall if you realize it. Thinking about this, Yang Zongheng couldn't help but shudder.

The more Yang Zongheng thought about it, the more furious he became, and he wanted to drive these thoughts out of his mind, but the more he wanted to concentrate, those thoughts just drilled into his mind, and at this time, an old voice suddenly came, and asked kindly, "Are you scared?"

Suddenly hearing a voice in the dark environment, whether he was kind or not, was enough to make people jump, and it sounded to Yang Zongheng

At this time, the more intimate the voice, the more chilling it became, and it was really better to have two ghost screams, and he shouted with courage and trembling, "Who is it?" At this time, only a few "bang" sounds were heard, and several torches were lit around the stone room, and the room was illuminated as if it were day.

"Is this brightness okay?" The voice came again, Yang Zongheng hurriedly turned around, and saw a rectangular stone table on his left, a wooden chair behind the stone table, and an old man with gray hair sitting on the chair with his back to him.

"Are you talking?" Yang Zongheng asked cautiously, only to hear the old man say, "Wait a minute, I'll finish reading this paragraph." Yang Zongheng stopped talking.

After a while, I saw the wooden chair slowly turning, and I saw an old man half-lying on the chair, his eyes closed, his hands hanging on the ground, and a thick book spread out on his lap.

Yang Zongheng saw that the old man was blind, his ears were constricted, his nose was collapsed, and his limbs seemed to be disabled. He stood silently and waited for the old man to speak.

After a while, Yang Zongheng saw that the book on the old man's lap floated up and landed lightly on the table, and a chair next to him moved slightly, as if signaling Yang Zongheng to sit down.

Yang Zongheng sat down in amazement, and then saw the teapot pour out a wisp of fragrant tea hanging in the air, and then the teacup slowly slid in front of him, at this time Yang Zongheng had nothing else to think of in his mind except shock.

In fact, it is not a superb skill to take objects in the magic world, but it is very difficult to control these items at will, not to mention Yang Zongheng's shock, even if the heads of those Legalist families are standing here now, they will be shocked.

The tea had been poured, Yang Zongheng didn't dare not drink it, so he reached out in horror and picked up the teacup and slowly brought it to his mouth, but his eyes were staring at the old man, Yang Zongheng drank the tea, put down the teacup, and the atmosphere fell into embarrassment again.

Only then did the old man speak: "If you don't have Feng Yu, the Hidden Shadow and the Flying Smoke Sword are nothing more than the Aconitum Cliff." ”

Yang Zongheng hurriedly said: "The old man's magic is superb, I have already comprehended it, it is really breathtaking." ”

The old man said, "This is not mana, but mental power." ”

"Mental strength. "Yang Zongheng has only heard of mana, but he has never heard of mental power.

The old man said proudly: "Don't say you haven't heard of it, I'm afraid that everyone may not understand one or two of those spells, but their limbs are sound, their ears and eyes are clear, and it is naturally difficult for them to comprehend the wonder of mental power, and I also suddenly realized it when my mana was lost and my body was disabled."

I think I traveled all over the country, visited the historical sites, collected collections, one of which is called the Heart Sutra, signed by the Emperor of the Heavenly Heavens, I have also practiced and always failed to understand the essentials, and I was in high spirits, and the mana was at its peak and threw it aside, until my Dharma veins were destroyed, my body was disabled, and I could no longer practice other spells, I picked it up again, I finally got its essence after more than 20 years of enlightenment, although I was unable to do it, but now I don't put those Legalist masters in my eyes. ”

Yang Zongheng didn't expect that there would be mental power in addition to mana, so he said: "Presumably, that Emperor Yutian is also a big man like you." ”

The old man nodded and said: "You can understand it at a glance, this matter is only known after I practiced the Heart Sutra, the Emperor of the Heavenly Heaven cultivated spells and went crazy, and the Dharma body and body were destroyed, but he was unwilling, so he relied on his lifelong learning and consulted ancient books to create the heart method, but when he practiced the heart method, he suddenly had an epiphany, and buried this scripture in the deep mountains and floated away, and eighty percent of it had already become an immortal. ”

The more Yang Zongheng listened, the more amazing he became, and said, "Then won't you also become an immortal?"

The old man said: "That's just my conjecture, and even if this is true, my heart is too heavy, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to fly for nine days like my predecessors." ”

Yang Zongheng still wanted to ask questions, but he was afraid that he would annoy the old man with too many questions, so he held back, and the old man continued: "Do you want that Heart Sutra?" ”

Yang Zongheng shook his head and said: "You definitely won't give it to me for no reason, there must be some conditions, your old man is so capable that he can't do anything, and I can't do it, I have nothing to do with the Heart Sutra." ”

The old man groaned and said, "I just want to make a bet with you," Yang Zongheng frowned, "Bet?"

The old man nodded, and then Yang Zongheng only heard a cabinet next to him creak open, and a small box inside flew down in front of Yang Zongheng, and the box was very exquisite.

The old man said: "This is the original work of the Heart Sutra, as well as my annotations for the past 20 years, and if you win, it will all be yours." ”

Yang Zongheng said vigilantly: "What if I lose?"

The old man laughed, paused and said, "You give me your body." ”

Yang Zongheng heard that the old man wanted his body, and he was so frightened that he almost threw the box out.

The old man seemed to be worried that Yang Zongheng would misunderstand that he was going to kill him, so he explained: "We are just swapping bodies, and you won't die." ”

Hearing this, Yang Zongheng felt even more cruel than killing him, and even couldn't believe it, so he trembled and confirmed

"You mean I'm going to be like you?"

The old man said: "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly, I will let you live in the most luxurious mansion, live a life of fine clothes and food, servants and maids, and ensure that you are more comfortable than the emperor." Yang Zonghengxin said: "If you become that ghost, even if you become an emperor, you can't change it." Then he coughed dryly and said, "I think it's better to forget it, I can't afford this blessing." ”

The old man snorted and said, "Do you think you still have a choice?" Yang Zongheng said hurriedly: "Uncle, why do you have to get along with me, why don't you have to get along with me, can't you find someone else?"

The old man said: "I don't want to hurt the innocent, but it's too late, I have to take revenge." ”

Yang Zongheng said: "You are not even afraid of the Sea Clan and Tianzun Mountain, why bother to change your body?"

The old man was silent for a long time before muttering, "Because I don't want her to see me like this?" "She, who is she?"

Yang Zongheng was curious: "Who is she?"