Xiao Yu was in the forest behind, listening to the answers between the two sides, and slowly understood, it turned out that the two people in the white robe and gray robe were also cultivators, but to his surprise, they were not Yin Xiu......

Although he lost a lot of memories, Xiao Yu already remembered some unforgettable scenes, just like the master who taught him to cultivate his body, the person who caused him to die in pain and committed suicide in anger......

It was this distracted memory, the two sides on the side of the road, the atmosphere was already harmonious, and the old man was polite at the beginning, but finally he was convinced, kneeling and kowtowing.

At the back, the two monks were respectfully invited into the carriage.

The burly coachman, with a neat movement, jumped into the saddle, raised his whip and shouted, and immediately turned to the road and sped back.

Xiao Yu sat on the tree, a little confused, an inexplicable intuition that made him judge and lie when he listened to the righteous and awe-inspiring words of the two monks.

However, what does all this have to do with yourself?

Looking at the carriage to go, well, I don't know if there is a fate, there is no difference between what they are going, or whether it is in their own direction.

Let's go......

Xiao Yu was not in a hurry, he was still at the same speed as before, moving along the woods beside the road.

The long hair that was scattered had already been gathered by the strong wind and fluttered behind his head because of the continuous rapid progress.

Along the way, one forest after another, left behind by him, there were hills, boulders, streams, and bogs...... They stepped on it one after another.

When he came to a bamboo forest, Xiao Yu suddenly stopped, because the meaning of the call was intermittent and a little ethereal.

And as he spread his senses, he heard the familiar movements of the two monks.

Xiao Yu stepped lightly on the bamboo top, stood against the wind, and looked intently in that direction, it seemed that it was a manor of a large scale.

The breeze blows in the bamboo forest, rustling, and the slender bamboo body sways with the wind, as if dancing lightly.

Sitting firmly on the branches, Xiao Yu planned to stay here for a while, waiting for the purpose to be determined.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't think about going to the manor to explore.

Of course, the manor over there is also the only place in the neighborhood that arouses his interest, so his attention is still partial, always paying attention to that side.

It's nearly dusk.

In the manor, it sounds very lively, as if it is preparing a banquet to entertain new guests.

Xiao Yu hadn't eaten for a while, but he was full of energy and stamina, and he didn't feel hungry or thirsty.

The sun sets and the moon rises in the east.

Xiao Yu opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, the silver plate that radiated a faint moonlight, and was speechless for a long time.

The reflection of the moonlit night, in the bamboo forest, seems to be slowly entangled with the swaying branches.

At this moment, Xiao Yu's ears suddenly moved and looked in the direction of the manor.

I saw that over there, three figures suddenly rushed out, one in front and two behind, chasing after each other, and rushed to the west side of the bamboo forest.

Because the person being pursued suddenly stood still, all three of them stopped.

Xiao Yu smiled slightly, and the two figures behind him were the two cultivators he had seen before.

The man in front of him stopped and turned around, as if waiting for the two monks to chase in, and his movements were free and natural, without the slightest panic and uneasiness.

The faint moonlight, sprinkled on the man, seemed to have a muffled sound, and there was a white glow, which was very free and easy.

Xiao Yu sat on the top of the bamboo, moving lightly with the wind, looking at it from afar. This man with long hair tied back and a hole flute at his waist is delicate in his eyes.

Because of the hazy moonlight, this man's light and gentle face was not full of appearance, but it was set off to be dusty and handsome.

After taking a look, Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, inexplicably, there was some familiar feeling.

The two monks behind quickly approached, and one of them, the gray-robed monk, shouted: "Where did you come from, how dare you do something like stealing chickens and dogs near us?"

The man shook his head slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Just ask for directions." ”

The white-robed monk sneered, his eyes were exposed, and he shouted: "Don't talk to him, he is hiding, he must have eavesdropped on our plan, and he can't let him get away!"

The gray-robed monk waved his hand, stopped his companion who wanted to step forward, frowned, and said, "This friend, seeing that you are refreshed, are you also a fellow practitioner in the cultivation world?"

The man smiled, first nodding and then shaking his head.

"What does it mean, you are nodding and shaking your head?" said the gray-robed monk angrily.

"I practice, but I'm not on the same path as you. The man spoke softly, as if he were with friends, but he seemed to be too quiet to talk much.

"You guy......" The white-robed monk had just growled when he was stopped by his companion.

"Dare to ask Daoyou, Immortal Baoshan?" the gray-robed monk endured his anger and asked in a deep voice, "Since it's not Xiaoxiao, aren't you afraid to tell you the origin?"

The man looked at the two of them, his face was serious, and he slowly spit out from his mouth: "'Xuanming Sect', Xia Chen." ”

"Xuan Ming Sect?Xia Chen?" the two looked at each other, both shaking their heads, as if they had never heard of such a name.

Xia Chen seemed to know this, and smiled slightly.

"Since you are not a famous family, nor are you a high-ranking person......," the white-robed monk said coldly, "If you stay obediently and let me dispose of it, there is still room for it, otherwise ......"

Inducing the murderous aura, Xia Chen was still gentle and elegant, and he didn't explain it anymore, his right hand was wiped from his waist, and the ancient purple bamboo cave flute fell into his hand and shook gently.

The quality of this bamboo flute is extraordinary, the nine sections are complete, solid and fine, the ethereal cloud map is painted on it, a few strokes, exquisite and delicate.

With Xia Chen's left hand caressing, as if waiting for his lover, the bamboo flute has not yet been blown, it is a faint sonic, slightly vibrating, invisible sound waves, along the pipe, flowing non-stop.

"Is this your magic weapon?" the gray-robed monk on the other side looked puzzled.

"No," Xia Chen immediately shook his head, looked at Dong Xiao, and said softly, "This is the sound dubbing......

"What's it called?" said the white-robed monk in a hateful voice, "It's been a long time coming!"

Before the words fell, he slapped his hands, and a group of fireworks suddenly burst out from his sleeves, green and green, emitting wisps of smoke, shooting straight towards Xia Chen.

Xia Chen was not in a hurry, he took the Zizhu Cave Flute in his mouth, and with the sound of the flute spitting out, his body also fluctuated and startled, low as a drum, and the sound of the flute was harmonious, smooth and complementary.

A song of the tide rises, like a lake rippling, only to see in front of him, the sound element turned into a wave, from the bottom of the bamboo flute, suddenly born.

Boom –

The vitality of the two parties collided, and both exploded, and a gloomy and dead air soared into the air and scattered in the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this scene, Xia Chen's complexion changed, and he snorted, the flute was non-stop, elegant and mellow, quiet and poignant.

The gray-robed monk on the opposite side was also shocked when he saw him parrying easily, and hurriedly pinched the magic trick with both palms, opened his bow left and right, and shot eight pitch-black fireworks in a row, sneering continuously, and struck directly towards Xia Chen.

Xia Chen's sound element resisted, and it also came out one after another, and in the roar of the burst, black smoke was emitted.

At this time, the green fire of the white-robed monk took advantage of the gap to attack. The two of them attacked together, and the spells were one, and the dense black qi did not disperse, but rose again, turning into countless black ropes, like a net, shrouding and pounced.