Yun Hu's eyes were sharp, and he saw that Yu Qing's face was slightly pale, and his expression was not very good, so he hurriedly asked with concern, "What's wrong with the Dao Chief?"

Yu Qing was thinking about the altar in front of him, and he had no time to do anything, so he waved his hand and said, "It's okay." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

After thinking about it again, he said to Xiao Hei: "I heard that the scenery in the southeast corner of Yuntai City is good, can Brother Xiao Hei take me to see it." ”

Hearing Yu Qing's words, Xiao Hei and Yun Cang's faces changed greatly, the blood of the brush faded, and they were pale and terrifying.

I only heard Xiao Hei stammer: "Dao, Dao Chief, let's, let's change places, let's see!"

Yun Cang also nodded vigorously, and Yu Qing looked at it and was even more sure that he would find something there.

"Just go, what's the big deal, in broad daylight, can there be monsters eating people?"

Yun Hu shouted loudly on the side, and before the words fell, he was glared at by Xiao Hei fiercely.

Xiao Hei turned around and saluted Yu Qing, and said: "The Taoist chief doesn't know the situation there, seventeen years ago, the Yuntai epidemic, killed and injured more than 100,000 people, it is said that the source of the epidemic is a bamboo forest in the southeast corner, although it is okay now, it is better to be careful." ”

After speaking, Xiao Hei and Yun Cang looked at Yu Qing with blank eyes, with their cleverness, they didn't know that Yu Qing was deliberately going there, even so, they had to try their best to persuade them, do their best, and obey the destiny of heaven.

Yu Qing pondered for a moment and said: "I inherit the Dafa of the master's sect, cultivate an innocent body, and am not afraid of epidemics and disasters, you can go back first, I will go and see it alone, if there is any accident, I must leave as soon as possible." ”

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Xiao Hei and Yun Cang nodded and said, "Then please be more careful, if there is any accident, leave quickly, and go to the Hou Mansion to ask the Qilin Hou to decide." ”

After speaking, the two saluted, and hurriedly left with Yunhu, whose face was already pale.

Yu Qing looked at their distant backs, and his heart was uneasy.

He and Yuncang Yunhu Xiaohei have not known each other for a long time, and even Xiaohei is meeting for the first time today, the three of them can worry about their own safety, and they deliberately ran to Yuntai Hall to wait, which has already moved Yu Qing very much.

What is there to be dissatisfied with, can they let them go with them even though they know that they are dying, so that they can seem to be affectionate and righteous to themselves? In the eyes of the three of Yun Cang, accompanying Yu Qing there, although it is not death, it is not much worse, in case of an accident, who can afford it?

Most of the people in the world are selfish, always eager to get more, but never think about whether their efforts are worth it.

The truth is not difficult, but the difficult thing is the people's hearts.

Yu Qing turned around and walked in the direction of the southeast corner of Yuntai City.

Qilin Hou Mansion, in a stone pavilion, Qilin Hou Yun Tianya and the Seven Killing Sword Sect Jian Wudao sat opposite each other, in front of them was a chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard were entrenched separately.

The white son is like a dragon, occupying the center of the chessboard, with a monstrous momentum, fighting in the four fields; the black son is like a snake, wandering in the four corners and eight wildernesses, impermanent, without normality, waiting for an opportunity, choosing people to devour.

Jian Wudao sat there quietly, looking at his nose and nose, his nose and heart, as if he was asleep, and the unsheathed ancient sword was placed horizontally on his lap, without a trace of brilliance, as if it was decayed.

Divine objects have spirits, and divine objects obscure themselves.

The disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect, since they entered the Dao, have to choose a sword, from weak to strong, from life to death, and never give up for life.

The cultivation method of the Seven Killing Sword Sect is called Recognizing the Sword in the Spirit Realm, the Sword Raising Realm in the Eating Qi Realm, and the Sword Fetal Yuan Spirit in the Spirit Returning Pill.

In the eighteen Dao sects of the Ten Continents, Three Islands, and Eight Dao Sects, the attacking skills of the Seven Killing Sword Sect should be ranked in the top five, and once the disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect cultivate the sword fetus and refine the Yuan Spirit, the world is so big that they can get it.

The Qilin Hou Yun Tianya on the opposite side is graceful and luxurious, a purple robe sets him off like a celestial man, he holds a sunspot, knocks lightly on the stone table, the sound is crisp, like clear water dripping on the stone slab.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, raised his head and looked at the southeast corner of Yuntai City, looked at it for a while, turned his head again, and put the sunspot in his hand to the Tianyuan point of the chessboard.

Qilin Hou raised his head and smiled softly at Jian Wudao: "The fish has entered the net." ”

Yu Qing walked to the southeast corner of Yuntai City, the houses here were the same as other places, only a little less angry, the grass in the cracks of the stone slabs on the road was struggling to sprout, and the weeds on both sides of the road had reached his knees.

Walking further in, a small bamboo forest appeared in front of me, perhaps because no one had taken care of it for a long time, the bamboo grew very luxuriantly, but it was a little messy, destroying the beauty.

Yu Qing gently brushed aside the scattered branches and leaves, raised his feet and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest, but after more than ten steps, a simple bamboo house appeared in front of him.

Yu Qing stood in front of the bamboo house, quietly feeling the flow of the French meaning in this bamboo forest, he could hear the rustling sound of bamboo branches and leaves, he could feel the bamboo shoots wriggling in the ground, the spirit of the earth was deeply buried, and a trace of vitality quietly infiltrated into the bamboo forest.

In front of his eyes, he seemed to see a bamboo cane stuck in the ground, and the essence of the green bamboo spread like sea water, and the green bamboos rose from the ground, pulling knots and giving birth to leaves.

He seems to have become an ordinary bamboo, his mind is chaotic, he has no thoughts, and he only feels that his body and spirit are full of vitality.

In front of him was a thin middle-aged Taoist priest with a simple face, dressed in a cyan linen robe, and a jade sword in his hair bun.

This is his master.

Behind him, countless green bamboo essences were dispersed, bamboo branches colluded, and a small bamboo house came out of nothing, showing its appearance little by little.

Time flies, he is still an ordinary green bamboo, beside him, many people come and go, their steps are either eager, or brisk, their expressions are sad, but there is a glimmer of hope hidden in it.

Suddenly, one day, a person with a blue face and swollen body was hurriedly carried in by many people, and then similar people lay all over the bamboo forest, listening to their wailing and crying, Yu Qing's heart also had some relatives, and the sound of bamboo leaves was no longer as happy as it used to be.

Then, suddenly, those patients were gone, and the bamboo forest returned to its former tranquility, but in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest, it showed a little melancholy.

One night, a man in a black robe suddenly came to the bamboo forest, the black hood covered his face, he couldn't see clearly, the man in the black robe stood at the door of the bamboo house, seemed to say something, the bamboo house was as quiet as ever, and the man in the black robe left.

The lights of the bamboo house were not extinguished all night, a little candlelight was long, and the next morning, the middle-aged Taoist priest left, he pulled out the bamboo cane, and the green robe was pure, as when he came.

The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to hesitate, and then returned to the house, Yu Qing only felt a little spiritual light up, and then disappeared without a trace, the Taoist priest walked out and turned to leave.

Yu Qing's consciousness was detached from the ubiquitous law of heaven and earth, and those scenes that seemed to be experienced in a dream appeared in his mind one by one, and he watched the movie in a streamer.

Yu Qing's eyes froze, and he sensed a different aura from there.

Pushing open the door and walking into the bamboo house, Yu Qing glanced at it, there was no trace of dust on the simple and simple furnishings, and walked straight to the bamboo couch in the inner room, Yu Qing took a closer look and found no clues.

After thinking about it, Yu Qingpan sat on the bamboo couch, gently recited the Sutra of Death, and visualized the nameless god in the spiritual platform, and suddenly a spiritual light flashed away, and in Yu Qing's spiritual platform, a thin middle-aged Taoist priest with a simple appearance showed his figure, and his eyes were full of kindness.