Sunlight streams through the wood-colored carved crevices, mottled on the ground. The area of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info is very large, but it is crowded with shelves. There are several floors of shelves, with a straight ceiling, and there are bamboo dustpans on top of them, and some unknown and strange things of all kinds are laid in them, and the strong and pungent smell comes from them, filling the whole space

The shelves even squeezed next to the windows, so that sunlight could only come in through the medicine shelves, and the doors were wide open, instead of windows.

In the depths of the room, however, there was a squeezed open space, and the shelves next to it were even more crowded. There was a large tub in the clearing, and the smoke was filled, and only a touch of white could be seen.

An old man in a brown coarse linen coat walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, his face was solemn, the folds on his brows drooped as if he could already kill flying insects, and a pair of eyes on his old face were in great contrast, one was dull and lackluster with blood, and the other was shining.

He walked straight to the barrel, waved his hand as if to sweep the mist away, and then pressed the white of the barrel - a man's head.

There was a man sitting in the bucket, with silver hair, a pale complexion, even his eyebrows and eyelashes were white, and his lips were gray with life, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into a flour jar, out of place with the outside world.

This person is none other than Nian Jiang.

"Bai summoned you today, it is for this demon slayer," the people in the audience listened carefully, and no one spoke, "It's just that this demon is Minghemen." ”

"I'm ashamed, but we haven't found any trace of Minghemen. An old man slowly opened his eyes, his expression was solemn, his breathing was long, and his voice was a little weak, as if he had not recovered from a serious injury, but no one dared to underestimate this old man.

"Our Qianmeng has always been in the name of maintaining the order of the martial arts and eliminating the demons, and has been fighting against the demons unremittingly for a hundred years, but I also have some savings, so it is better to take this opportunity to lure the snake out of the hole. The young man sitting under the main seat said coldly, his eyes seemed to have a cold pool, and he unconsciously exuded a murderous aura.

"What about the Demon Cult?" someone couldn't help but speak.

"I'm afraid it's going to be a combination of good and evil this time. The man seated on the throne, the man who had spoken at first, spoke slowly. It seems that he has experienced vicissitudes, and the words he said shocked the hearts of everyone below.

The voices in the audience exploded all of a sudden, and there were mixed opposition, and there were also thoughtful and agreeing, and the entire lobby instantly turned from silence to noise.

"Please also ask the alliance leader to think twice. The one who spoke was a terrible-looking bearded man, holding a large knife with intricate ornamentation, leaning back on the back of the chair as if he were lazy, but his back was straight.

"How can the two realms of righteousness and demons join forces!"

"Heaven does not allow it!"

"I, Zou Yunqing, will never be in the same stream as the dogs of the Demon Sect!"

The lobby is round, and on the south side is a five-step staircase, on which a middle-aged man with a handsome face is made, and the steps are in a trapezoidal shape, and two people sit down one step down, and then extend to the ground.

The seats below were all neatly organized, and if you looked closely, they were in exactly the same position as the star map on the ceiling.

"Is that enough, why don't you listen to someone white?" curled the corners of his lips and spoke slowly. The tone was calm, but the people in the audience closed their mouths one by one.

Silence stretched like a wave from under the stairs to the lobby.

The lobby is separated from the outside world by a heavy door that is covered with quaint ornamentation.

A pale gray figure was hovering in the doorway, but it didn't seem to want to enter.

Bai Boshan stood in front of the door, looking a little anxious.

He was already good-looking, his face was like jade, he was already in his prime, and the precipitation of the years made him look more charming, and he was the favorite kind of Jianghu heroine.

He is Bai Jike's eldest brother, and if you look closely, the two look quite similar, especially the contours of their faces.

He seemed to be waiting for something, and at last, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the figure running towards him.

"Did it arrive?" he asked.

"Delivered. The man was a handsome young man, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said seriously.

"That's good. "It seems that something has been put down, and something heavy is missing from the eyes.

The sloppy man leaning on the soft couch casually opened the letter sent by the disciple under the door, flicked the thumb of one hand and opened the stopper, the aroma of wine in the wine pot spread, poured down, and the clear wine fell into his mouth, making a sizzling sound.

"What is this?" asked the thin man who walked in with his hands behind his back and asked curiously when he saw it.

"Someone wants to ask the sect leader to go out and travel the rivers and lakes. "This person is Chu Ying, he is still wearing the clothes on the Linjiang side that day, and the blood on the corners of his clothes has turned black.

"This won't work. The thin man's eyebrows were wrung up at once.

Bai Ze Mountain has always had the name of mystery and danger, some people say that they can hear the howl of ghosts outside the mountain, some people say that the fierce spirits on the ancient battlefield are trapped here, and the living will be torn apart when they enter, and some people say that Bai Ze Mountain is steep, and fierce beasts and poisonous insects are all over the sky...... All these are human words, because the people who have really been there have not returned.

After sending Ming Xuan away, Ying Qianqian led a group of sect members back to the station.

In the snow, everything seems to be covered with snow, and the sound of walking is sucked out a lot. There was silence between heaven and earth, and only the sound of the wind could be heard, and the sound of snowflakes falling and crumbling.

The goshawk cried, hovering in the sky, and the sound came down in bursts, and the man in black on the ground was silent, only to feel the falling snowflakes hit his shoulders and then slid down.

Ying Qianqian raised her head, there was no expression on her beautiful face, and her empty eyes immediately lit up when she saw the trace of the goshawk.

The goshawk screamed, and Pu flapped its wings, and its head fell down very quickly, and the clouds and snow were blown away by the wind brought up by the wings.

With a sinking hand, Shadow Qianqian raised her other hand and touched the goshawk's head.

The goshawk is a very wild bird, with a relatively large body, powerful wings, and extremely sharp claws.

The goshawk rubbed her face affectionately, and there was a little more warmth in her eyes. Removing the note from the letterbox, Xiumi first twisted it, then stretched it out.

The only stunning beauty between the ice and snow is like a picture scroll that has been slowly opened, and the smile in her eyes lights up all the colors.

The note was clenched tightly by her, her hands trembled, and she still folded it carefully and put it in the bag on her chest.

The goshawk flapped its wings, and the air currents came over, and Ying Qianqian put down her hand, raised her legs and walked towards the ancient tomb, and the sect members behind her all turned to follow.

I have no dreams, I feel like my eyes are closed and opened, and I don't have the idea of sleeping again, and my body is also relaxed.

It was a dim room, candlelight and shadows, and it took a while to see that it was a small piece of sunlight shining in. Nian Jiang raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, pausing.

The water waves, and the arm brings up a few droplets of water when it comes out of the water.

He stared at the edge of the barrel and the unidentified object floating on the water. The difference in skin color flashed in his mind as 'white again', and what caught his attention was a patch of cyan clothes.

The young sect master was holding a book, and when he heard the sound, he turned around, and the silver ornaments collided together to make a crisp sound, which was pleasant to the ear.

The two pairs of eyes met, and Nian Jiang obviously saw that the eyes of the person opposite were a little dodgy.

"Are you awake ......"

"I'm ......"

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the back of his head hit vigorously, and he plunged into the water uncontrollably, and gnawed on a handful of medicinal herbs floating on the water.

"The old man beats you boy. ”

The old man's voice sounded behind him with full anger, and Nian Jiang was shocked, he obviously didn't feel that there was someone behind him just now. (To be continued.) )