When Duan Qianqiu heard this, he felt a little worried, because he had been living in a state of tension for a long time, which gave him a keen sense of smell for the approaching danger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The current Yehuang City is not only swords and swords on the surface, but also undercurrents are surging in the dark, and dangers are lurking, and anyone who is trapped in it, if they are not careful, they will be swallowed up by this whirlpool.

Duan Yuhuang's empty-eyed emotions made him lack basic judgment about potential dangers. This is what Duan Qianqiu is most worried about.

But after Duan Qianqiu told Duan Yuhuang about his worries, Duan Yuhuang didn't think so, he asked Duan Qianqiu rhetorically: "Do you think there is anyone else in the world who can hurt grandpa?"

Duan Qianqiu was speechless.

At the time of parting, Duan Yuhuang handed Duan Qianqiu a silk book and a pill.

"What are these?" Duan Qianqiu asked.

Duan Yuhuang said: "In the booklet is the situation of the various branches of the Tianwen Sect, as well as the location of the soldiers and horses. The thirty-nine altar masters of the Tianwen Sect already know that you are my successor, and if anything happens, they will all look after you. ”

Duan Qianqiu was about to speak, but Duan Yuhuang raised his hand to stop him and continued: "This pill is the Dragon Yuan Pill, which can strengthen the essence of Peiyuan, strengthen the meridians, and speed up the condensation of true qi, which is an auxiliary skill for the Golden Stone Divine Skill to break through to the tenth level. You're so talented that you might not need it, but it's always better to have one. ”

Duan Qianqiu took these two things, put them in his arms, and said to Duan Yuhuang with a smile: "Grandpa, these two things are very important, I will keep them for you first, and then ask me when you want to use them." ”

"Grandpa doesn't need these things anymore...... , Alas, I don't know why it's a little verbose today, okay, you go, in case of emergency, there is a way to contact me in the booklet......" Duan Yuhuang waved his hand and said.

Duan Qianqiu listened. also knew that it was time to say goodbye, and when he turned around to say goodbye to Ye Chulong, Ye Chulong smiled and said, "Don't worry about me, I'm used to the days when you don't see you for half a year as soon as you leave." Don't worry, I'll take care of myself, and I'll take care of my grandfather. ”

Duan Qianqiu smiled apologetically and walked down the mountain, at this time. The bright moon in the sky suddenly dimmed, and when he looked back at the two people in the pavilion, he found that it was a little blurry......

In a bush at the foot of Ailao Mountain, there was a man lying on his stomach, his eyes staring at a cemetery halfway up the mountain peak in the distance, and he looked at it for a long time.

His eyes were hidden in the thick and deep grass bushes, glowing red like bloodthirsty wolves, his teeth creaking and his neck bruised.

The cemetery halfway up the hill has been completely destroyed, especially the stone tablet of the "Tomb of the Deceased Wife Wang". It was even more smashed by the Wang family who had transported Wang Xiangyun's body away a few days ago, and the bluestone used to build the tomb was also picked up in a mess. Now a Taoist priest is doing the Dharma in front of the tomb, chanting words in his mouth, waving a wooden sword in his hand, and spilling some burning yellow paper talismans from time to time, as if he is requisiting for Wang Xiangyun, who unfortunately died early.

The man hiding in the bushes gradually revealed his face, his face was pale, and he was even more lined with a black and shiny beard, but it was the beard that threw bombs in the middle of the city and killed people in the stone room.

He looked at the tomb on the other side of the hill with a resentful look in his eyes. In order to avoid being discovered, he lay on the ground like a snake and swam along the grass.

Also in a hidden place on the slope of the Ailao Mountain Range.

Duan Qianqiu and Lu Bangyan hid in the rocky rocks, holding monoculars, monitoring the tomb halfway up the mountain and the movements around it in the distance.

It's been a long time. Lu Bangyan said: "I didn't find anything here!"

Duan Qianqiu said: "There is no abnormality in the range I monitor. ”

Lu Bangyan put down the monoculars, rubbed his somewhat sour eyes, and said, "Qianqiu, why do you think the murderer will return to inspect this cemetery?"

Duan Qianqiu also put down the binoculars and said with a smile: "This tomb is like the most secret space in his heart, and now this space has been trampled on and destroyed by some strangers. He will not give up. So I'm sure he'll come back. ”

"But we've been staring at it here for two days, and we've also asked that Taoist master to do it for two days, and we haven't seen any suspicious people approaching. ”

"It's hard to monitor it all because of the wide field of vision here, and we don't dare to invest more people for the sake of secrecy, so there must be some places where we missed the eye. And this murderer seems to be much more cautious than I thought. ”

"Then it's impossible to catch this murderer here. ”

"We still have a chance!"

"What chance?"

Duan Qianqiu said: "Wang Xiangyun's sacrifice of seven sevens!"

......

Wang's cemetery is a burial place with excellent feng shui, here, a tomb built like a house, high uplift, which is buried with generations of ancestors of the Wang family, according to the generation and status, neatly listed in all directions of the cemetery, these tombs are large and small, the burial position is in the center, and there is also a corner, but no matter which tomb, it is built around the tomb of the ancestor of the Wang family, which is the largest in the middle, and the whole cemetery symbolizes the rise and fall of the Wang family.

The descendants outside the garden testify to the glory of the Wang family's life, and the dry bones in the garden symbolize the decline and glory of the Wang family after death.

Wang Xiangyun died in the wilderness before leaving the pavilion, although she was buried in the wilderness, but in terms of feng shui, her life has been dilapidated, and the elders of other clans of the Wang family are against her being buried in the Wang cemetery.

But Wang Yuanfu insisted!

At a critical time, it doesn't matter what feng shui or what life character, only strength is the most important.

Wang Yuanfu is undoubtedly the most powerful person in the family, and what he said is much more effective than what the patriarch said, so Wang Xiangyun successfully entered the park.

From the so-called auspicious time to dark, the people in the family and the invited monks gradually dispersed. Leaving only a mess in front of Wang Xiangyun's grave, with a lingering piece of incense, fireworks and candles.

As the night deepened, the wind in the cemetery gradually rose, and the originally hot weather seemed to have an eerie cold.

A man condensed like a ghost in the fog and walked into the garden from the dense forest outside the cemetery.

He still has a thick beard, still a face as white as snow, empty and empty eyes, only his lips are with a hint of popularity, as bright as human blood, in this lifeless place of the dead, it looks particularly strange and terrifying.

Bearded!

He finally came.

In this last hour, which is said to be the last time to keep Wang Xiangyun's soul, he is here! )