The bitter cold wind whistled in my ears, carrying these annoying thoughts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind blew on his body, making his whole person reveal coldness from beginning to end, feeling the chill from the outside world, and he couldn't help frowning with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a terrifying nightmare.

Because it was too cold, Mo Xiaoye desperately wanted to find warmth, and under the thin coat, he could only curl up, trying to warm up in this way.

However, when he was only halfway through his movements, he felt an incomparable tingling pain from all over his body sweep through his nerves, and the intense pain made him suddenly wake up, and his bright eyes looked upward, but only endless darkness was met in front of him.

"Tick-"

The sound of a girl plucking the strings rang in his ears, and a little cold liquid splashed down his cheeks, making him realize that he was not dead.

I don't know how long I've been in a coma, and where I'm here? Mo Xiaoye thought in his heart, twisted his stiff neck vigorously, looked left and right, and found that he should be in a place similar to a cave, and the drops of water that fell on his ears should have been condensed by the moisture in the cave and hung on the roof of the cave.

Slowly moving his arm, Mo Xiaoye suddenly gasped, and his expression was slightly painful.

Looking down, Mo Xiaoye found that his arm was a little bruised, and there were Dao scratches in some places that cut the flesh and condensed into a blood scab, in the depths of the blood scab, the black aura spread around the wound, and he could faintly feel the cold evil qi lingering around there, which actually caused his injuries to not heal, thinking that this was the Dao heart power left in his body after the ghost thing attacked him and the Sen Sen ghost qi that only belonged to the ghost cultivator.

I don't know if these two arms will be broken because of this, Mo Xiaoxie thought worriedly.

If the power of the opponent's Dao heart is not removed from the body in time, it will do all kinds of harm to his injury recovery and no benefit, after a long time, the power of the opponent's Dao heart will swim in his body over time, and it is very likely that his already weak Dao heart will be abolished, so it is urgent to find a monk whose cultivation realm is higher than that of ghosts to force out his Dao heart power.

Clenched his mouth full of steel teeth, as if he was about to crush his teeth, Mo Xiaoxie endured the pain and staggered up from the ground.

However, just standing up, Mo Xiaoxie was already sweating profusely, and his expression was full of tiredness as if he had been on the road for a day.

"Whew-"

Exhale a deep breath and let your entire body, which has been tense by the excessive pain, slowly relax.

The eyes closed and opened again, and the gray eyes finally regained some of their former brilliance, and at this time, the left eye that he had hidden under the hair curtain still exuded a golden luster like a raging flame, and if it were not for being obscured, it would have become very conspicuous in the dark cave.

I don't know where this cave leads, so since there is no one around, why don't you walk around.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaoye held on to the cold wall with one hand, and staggered forward with Yu Yu, like an old man in the twilight, making him look extremely fragile and lonely.

Perhaps, he was just looking for his only companion......

One step, two steps......

Like a porter at the foot of Mount Tai, Mo Xiaoxie walked forward with firm and heavy steps, every step he took seemed to be so difficult, and even sometimes because of the pain, even his face couldn't help twitching, but he didn't even say a word, with consistent perseverance on his face.

Soon, he dimly saw a bright light flashing not far away, which cleared his vision, which had been blurred by the pain, and his eyes looked straight ahead, and his steps involuntarily quickened a little.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and Mo Xiaoye found that what appeared in front of him was not the entrance of the cave, and what appeared in front of him was not the blue sky and white sun, but a dead end in front of him, that is, the end of the cave.

There is no imaginary hand here that cannot see the five fingers, and there is no mantle left here for him to ask for.

Illuminating this place are the candles hanging on the walls around the end of the cave, not much, only five, and in the center is a half-man-high desk, covered with incense ashes, and it is evident that the people who set up the incense table here burn incense and pray here every day.

There are two incense burners on the left and right on the desk, and there is a tall incense stick that is not thick or thin in each of them, which is not yet exhausted, indicating that the owner here has not been away for long.

It's just that what makes Mo Xiaoxie feel strange is that the incense case is not a tablet, but two blank picture scrolls, without any pen and ink on them, as if they are new.

What kind of offering is this? He had never seen it before, he had never heard of it.

Mo Xiaoye was stunned for a while, not to mention that he did not set up a tablet, and Mo Xiaoxie had also heard of the picture scroll dedicated to the ancestors, and heard that some sects of cultivating immortals liked to hang the picture scroll of the ancestor of the mountain on the wall for the descendants of the sect to worship and worship.

But it was the first time that Mo Xiaoxie, who had only a picture scroll hanging on the wall like this, and no human form, saw it for the first time, so he leaned over curiously and stretched out his hand to one of the picture scrolls, wanting to look through it.

At this moment, a rough male voice suddenly sounded behind him, so frightened that Mo Xiaoye immediately retracted his hand, like a child who was caught stealing food, turned around and showed a trace of embarrassment.

"If I were you, you would never rummage through your master's things when he wasn't at home, and on the premise that the owner of the house was your savior. ”

The voice echoed in the cave, and the aftermath was endless, but Mo Xiaoye didn't see where the speaker was for a long time, thinking that the owner of the cave should still be far away.

Standing in place stiffly, waiting for the person who spoke to appear, fortunately, the other party's footsteps were not slow, and after a while, the sound of gentle footsteps reached Mo Xiaoxie's ears, and the preliminary judgment was that the figure of the person who came should be quite burly.

Unexpectedly, a few chaotic footsteps sounded in the cave, and Mo Xiaoxie, who was listening to it, frowned slightly, and secretly thought: Could it be that the owner of this cave didn't come alone?

Soon, the mystery was revealed.

The man who walked in the front really looked like a tiger's back, and at first glance he was not a master to be messed with, and looking at the light in his eyes that sometimes burst out, it could be inferred that his cultivation realm would definitely not be very low.

"Did you save me?" Mo Xiaoxie glanced at his thick eyebrows, slightly increasing his favor, and then asked suspiciously.

"You are resting and recuperating in my cave, if I didn't save you, could it be someone else?" said the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and said with a dissatisfied attitude that he would ask such an obvious question.

"I didn't mean that. Mo Xiaoye hurriedly shook his hand and said, "It's just how you saved me, I remember ...... at that time"

Mo Xiaoye didn't say the rest of the words, but obviously what he wanted to express was that at the critical moment of confrontation with ghosts, he was sure that there was no fourth person around, and when did the man in front of him save him.

As if thinking of something, the middle-aged man smiled softly and said, "You have to thank your companion a lot, if he hadn't stood beside you and tried his best to block the other party's crazy attack, I'm afraid you would have entered the ghost's belly and become the other party's dinner." ”

"Where is he, how is he?" Suddenly hearing Pang Yuan's news, Mo Xiaoxie's expression froze, and he asked with a little nervousness.

With a faint smile, the middle-aged man clapped his hands, and saw several footsteps sounding in a staggered manner, and following the sound, Mo Xiaoye saw several expressionless and lifeless humans walking slowly, and the one who was carried over between them was precisely Pang Yuan, whom Mo Xiaoxie was missing.

"Pang Yuan, how are you?" Mo Xiaoxie saw it, his face changed suddenly, regardless of the pain in his body, he stepped forward quickly, squatted beside Pang Yuan and shouted.

"No need to shout, he can't hear it. The middle-aged man glanced at him lightly and said.

"Could it be...... , Could it be that he ......" Looking at the middle-aged man's indifferent appearance in disbelief, Mo Xiaoxie hesitated with an ugly face.

"Don't be cranky, he's not dead. Glancing at Mo Xiaoxie's face that was not yet mature, the middle-aged man then said: "Judging from the injuries alone, his injuries are much more serious than yours, and it took you less than a day to wake up, but with his injuries, it is initially estimated that he will not be able to open his eyes until tomorrow." ”

Illuminating this place are the candles hanging on the walls around the end of the cave, not much, only five, and in the center is a half-man-high desk, covered with incense ashes, and it is evident that the people who set up the incense table here burn incense and pray here every day.

There are two incense burners on the left and right on the desk, and there is a tall incense stick that is not thick or thin in each of them, which is not yet exhausted, indicating that the owner here has not been away for long.

It's just that what makes Mo Xiaoxie feel strange is that the incense case is not a tablet, but two blank picture scrolls, without any pen and ink on them, as if they are new.

What kind of offering is this? He had never seen it before, he had never heard of it.

Mo Xiaoye was stunned for a while, not to mention that he did not set up a tablet, and Mo Xiaoxie had also heard of the picture scroll dedicated to the ancestors, and heard that some sects of cultivating immortals liked to hang the picture scroll of the ancestor of the mountain on the wall for the descendants of the sect to worship and worship.

But it was the first time that Mo Xiaoxie, who had only a picture scroll hanging on the wall like this, and no human form, saw it for the first time, so he leaned over curiously and stretched out his hand to one of the picture scrolls, wanting to look through it.

At this moment, a rough male voice suddenly sounded behind him, so frightened that Mo Xiaoye immediately retracted his hand, like a child who was caught stealing food, turned around and showed a trace of embarrassment.

"If I were you, you would never rummage through your master's things when he wasn't at home, and on the premise that the owner of the house was your savior. ”

The voice echoed in the cave, and the aftermath was endless, but Mo Xiaoye didn't see where the speaker was for a long time, thinking that the owner of the cave should still be far away.

Standing in place stiffly, waiting for the person who spoke to appear, fortunately, the other party's footsteps were not slow, and after a while, the sound of gentle footsteps reached Mo Xiaoxie's ears, and the preliminary judgment was that the figure of the person who came should be quite burly.

Unexpectedly, a few chaotic footsteps sounded in the cave, and Mo Xiaoxie, who was listening to it, frowned slightly, and secretly thought: Could it be that the owner of this cave didn't come alone?

Soon, the mystery was revealed.

The man who walked in the front really looked like a tiger's back, and at first glance he was not a master to be messed with, and looking at the light in his eyes that sometimes burst out, it could be inferred that his cultivation realm would definitely not be very low.

"Did you save me?" Mo Xiaoxie glanced at his thick eyebrows, slightly increasing his favor, and then asked suspiciously.

"You are resting and recuperating in my cave, if I didn't save you, could it be someone else?" said the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and said with a dissatisfied attitude that he would ask such an obvious question.

"I didn't mean that. Mo Xiaoye hurriedly shook his hand and said, "It's just how you saved me, I remember ...... at that time"

Mo Xiaoye didn't say the rest of the words, but obviously what he wanted to express was that at the critical moment of confrontation with ghosts, he was sure that there was no fourth person around, and when did the man in front of him save him.

As if thinking of something, the middle-aged man smiled softly and said, "You have to thank your companion a lot, if he hadn't stood beside you and tried his best to block the other party's crazy attack, I'm afraid you would have entered the ghost's belly and become the other party's dinner." ”

"Where is he, how is he?" Suddenly hearing Pang Yuan's news, Mo Xiaoxie's expression froze, and he asked with a little nervousness.

With a faint smile, the middle-aged man clapped his hands, and saw several footsteps sounding in a staggered manner, and following the sound, Mo Xiaoye saw several expressionless and lifeless humans walking slowly, and the one who was carried over between them was precisely Pang Yuan, whom Mo Xiaoxie was missing.

"Pang Yuan, how are you?" Mo Xiaoxie saw it, his face changed suddenly, regardless of the pain in his body, he stepped forward quickly, squatted beside Pang Yuan and shouted.

"No need to shout, he can't hear it. The middle-aged man glanced at him lightly and said.

"Could it be...... , Could it be that he ......" Looking at the middle-aged man's indifferent appearance in disbelief, Mo Xiaoxie hesitated with an ugly face.

"Don't be cranky, he's not dead. Glancing at Mo Xiaoxie's face that was not yet mature, the middle-aged man then said: "Judging from the injuries alone, his injuries are much more serious than yours, and it took you less than a day to wake up, but with his injuries, it is initially estimated that he will not be able to open his eyes until tomorrow." (To be continued.) )