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Song Qiu and Monk Daozhen returned to the dormitory.

After entering the room, the monk Daozhen, who had not spoken all the way, sat on the bed, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to recite Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Song Qiu sighed quietly, lifted the brand-new blue curtains, pushed open the glass door, and walked to the balcony.

Jincheng College is a school built in the suburbs, and like many new universities, it is deserted around the area, there are no villages in front of the village, there are no shops in front of the village, there are no other modern buildings except this campus, and when you look down from the sky, the students here feel like they are living on an isolated island.

Song Qiu stood on the balcony and looked out, except for Qingcheng Mountain in the distance, there was no other scenery to see.

Retracting his gaze to the campus, Song Qiu noticed that not far downstairs, a man with long hair and a green shirt was lying on a flower stand, carrying a wine gourd in his hand and pouring something like wine into his mouth.

The winter wind swept through the flower platform, blowing away the man's black hair covering his brows.

The man turned out to be an unusually handsome young man, and he should have been only five or six years older than Song Qiu.

The man's starry eyes were half-closed, perhaps because he had drunk wine, and his cheeks were dyed a little drunken red.

This attitude attracted the attention of many passers-by, and the man was still calm, looking up and drinking the elixir and jade liquid in the gourd.

"It's time to eat. Erlang God shouted in the house, he was also used to eating on time according to the routine of mortals, although in fact, whether to eat or not had nothing to do with survival, but many immortals, including Erlang God, still had to do it on time every day.

The three of them walked down the dormitory building, in fact, the howling dog could also follow, but it chose to stay in the room to eat and play with the fat.

Passing by the flower stand he saw earlier, Song Qiu deliberately paid attention to the man.

The man was still lying on the flower platform, and before he got close, he could smell the strong and intoxicating smell of wine. The man was still drinking, and the small wine gourd was like a bottle of wine that could not be poured out, and there was no bottom.

While drinking wine, the man coughed loudly a few times from time to time, wiped the wine that had splashed on the corners of his mouth because of the cough with his hand, probably sensing Song Qiu's concerned gaze, the man looked up and smiled at Song Qiu.

With this smile, Song Qiu saw that the corners of the man's lips were slightly sickly pale.

Song Qiu asked, "Are you okay?" I see that your face is not very good. ”

The man coughed loudly a few more times, shook his head with a smile and said, "It's not in the way, it's old and sick, drink some strong wine to warm up, and it's fine." ”

Song Qiu nodded suspiciously, seeing that the man was indeed fine, then turned around and left.

After eating, the three of them walked towards the dormitory.

In winter, it gets dark early, and the surroundings are already dark, and the road ahead can only be seen with the help of street lights.

When passing by the flower platform, Song Qiu found that the man was gone, and he didn't know where he went.

Walking downstairs to the dormitory, Erlang God and Daozhen Monk stopped with a tacit understanding.

Erlang God looked up at a bare laurel tree, and the Daozhen monk frowned at Lamei a street away.

"Something is wrong. Erlang God said suddenly.

Monk Daozhen asked directly, "Do you go or do I go?"

"I'll go, you can perform the exercises, stay here, just in case. Erlang God decided cleanly.

"Good. Monk Daozhen also agreed very happily.

Song Qiu was confused when he heard it, scratched his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Erlang's expression was slightly solemn, looking at the depths of the darkness that the street lamp could not illuminate, and said: "The breath is not right, there is yin qi coming from the northwest, if it is expected, it should be a problem with the seal under Qingcheng Mountain." ”

Song Qiu asked in surprise, "Didn't the Qingcheng faction say that they could solve it themselves?"

Erlang God shook his head and said, "So I need to go to Qingcheng Mountain to see what the problem is." If only a small number of ghosts escaped, it was a trivial matter, but if a large number of ghosts escaped from the seal, I was afraid that the consequences would be unimaginable. ”

Song Qiu's face changed slightly, and he asked, "What will be the worst consequence?"

Erlang God said with a solemn expression: "Judging from the current trend of yin qi, 100,000 ghost spirits will come straight to this place after leaving Qingcheng, that is to say, if you don't get it right, everyone in this academy will become the sacrifice of ghost spirits." ”

He said and said to himself with a puzzled face: "It's strange, these ghosts have obviously been suppressed for nearly 10,000 years, but why are they like they have a goal, and they have already spread their aura here before they have completely come out of the seal. ”

"I'll go too. Song Qiu took the initiative to ask Ying and said: "Master Daozhen should be able to ensure that this place is safe if he stays here, and Erlang Zhenjun, you can't use the immortal method, if you encounter things, you will be very passive, and I am also with Master Daozhen, I have seen the people of the Qingcheng faction, I know the ins and outs of the matter, with me by my side, things will be much easier." ”

Erlang God thought about it for a while, nodded and agreed, "Okay." ”

He turned his head to Monk Daozhen and asked, "I'll leave it to you here." ”

Monk Daozhen clasped his hands together and said, "Zhenjun, but it's okay to go"

Erlang God and Song Qiu walked towards the outside of the school.

Monk Daozhen found a dark place where no one sat down, turned his palm, held out a bowl, and quickly recited the Buddhist mantra in his mouth, the bowl was like a feather, fluttering and fluttering, hanging on an old tree directly above the head of Monk Daozhen.

The drinking man Song Qiu had seen before was also like a Daozhen monk, hiding in a secluded corner.

He suddenly let out a soft "huh", looked in the direction of Daozhen Monk, and said, "There is someone who has set up the formation before me, so there is no need for me here." ”

With a wine gourd in his left hand and a long sword in his right, he walked towards the outside of the school without the slightest cover, and strangely enough, the students around him passed by as if they didn't notice him, and they didn't pay any attention to him.

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Qingcheng faction.

Qing Xiazi stood in the square where she usually practiced, and there were endless waves hidden under her calm face.

"Are you ready?" asked Qingxiazi.

"Master Qiqi, everything has been prepared. The disciple who had fought with Song Qiu bowed down and replied.

"Good. Qingxiazi nodded and said.

Qingxiazi didn't talk much tonight because he was also nervous.

Tonight should be the most critical night in the nearly 2,000 years of the Qingcheng faction's founding faction, is the carp jumping over the dragon gate and becoming the top faction, or is it crushed into mud and shattered bones?

Faced with such a fateful choice between heaven and hell, although Qingxiazi was nervous, she did not regret it.

Because they have been guarding this lonely mountain for too long, they can't bear the loneliness for a long time.