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The walls were extremely high, as if they were stacked with mountains of cold corpses, blocking the scorching flames of the peaks. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xue Shuxuan was silent, the strange streamer reflected by the heavy armor gradually spread into the distance, he looked around, and could vaguely see the duckweed covered with green duckweed on the stone under his feet, his feet seemed to be on the ice, and his foothold was unstable, and the fog around his body was shrouded, and the trees were overgrown, only ten steps away, not at all like the shape of the world, only the sound of the piano was curling, and it was still leisurely.

Xue Shuxuan secretly said in his heart: "It's really strange, this place is full of black smoke and miasma, and the cold can penetrate into the bones, which is like the hermitage of the world's masters? Wolongzhuang is full of duckweed, obviously neglected to take care of it, and has been abandoned for many years, what is the purpose? Feng Dao, an old horseman, pretended to be a ghost, what kind of means did he play?" He looked and pondered, and followed the sound along the way, and his steps were extremely firm and slow, but he did not flinch.

The bamboo forest in the courtyard is shaded, giving people an indescribable sense of remoteness and tranquility, and the knotted bamboos that can be seen everywhere should give people full of vitality, but under the illumination of the treacherous starlight, it becomes extremely ghostly. As expected, at the end of the mist, a gap was opened in the dense multi-knotted bamboo, and the front immediately opened up, and the yin wind blew, revealing a huge ancient mansion.

The ancient house is solemn and independent, the golden glazed tiles have become dull and dull over the years, at this time it has become the cemetery of bamboo leaves, the water is like an abyss, the plaque is hung high, the word "Wolong" is so red that it is eye-catching, it seems that the solemn atmosphere of the Nine Heavens is incompatible, it seems that one side is life, one side is death, it is unpredictable.

"Is it Xue Shuxuan, the commander of the Shence Army?" An old voice floated out from the curtains, as if every word was in the rhythm of the piano music, although the voice was not loud, but the sense of oppression pierced the heart and lungs, which was suffocating, "All the guests from afar, forgive Feng for his illness and can't meet him!"

The eaves swallow and spit out, the copper pieces of the wind chimes, and the sound of this piano is like a hand, constantly plucking the copper wind chimes, and the sound is pleasant for a while, as if there are traces of horror on the top of the pale mountain.

Xue Shuxuan was shocked, he only felt that his internal organs were cramping together, as if an invisible wave was rolling out from Wolong Village, and with Feng Dao's old voice, he was struggling at this time, and he could only stand in place, he knew that Feng Dao was definitely not a rat ant, and his heart was already chaotic, and he laughed and said: "Onmyoji divination astrology, controllable life and death, demon hunter and beast psychic, three mountains are an alliance, I don't know where the god is from, where the technique comes from, and what is the connection with the green dragon and white tiger?"

"Everything in the world is inseparable from a Taoist word, the body and mind are reasonable, only the Tao is not talented from Feng, how can it be transcendent?" Feng Dao sat behind the curtain, deliberately covering half of his body, the starlight was dim, he couldn't distinguish his face, he could only hear the wheezing sound of a dying man behind the curtain, he coughed several times, the body of the dragon bell was revealed, his hands were still playing the strings and stroking the piano, the movements were not hurried or slow, but the body was sitting upright like a clock.

Xue Shuxuan secretly said in his heart: "This person is indeed extraordinary, is the old man really going to die here? Wait for me to stabilize this person, and burn him with random arrows, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you will also become a ghost under my sword!" He calmed down and asked tentatively: "The god is in the realm of the ninefold, and he really has the ability of a prophet?"

"It's not that the old decay is as insightful as a god, but everything is a foregone conclusion! However, the people of the world are stupid and dull, prosperity blinds their eyes, and their desires lose their minds. Feng Dao sat cross-legged in the inner hall, letting the Milky Way Miao Miao and the sky be forested, but he was still as leisurely as usual, "What General Xue sees is not true, and what he can't see is not fake, and worldly things should be seen with your heart, not with your eyes." ”

"People in the world are stupid and dull, but you Feng Dao is the only one who is good at himself?" Xue Shuxuan's face was hideous, and he said angrily: "The old man has crisscrossed the battlefield, killed countless enemies, and his fate is in his own hands, so he has a conclusion?"

"The Taoist, the heavenly spirit is invisible, can melt all laws, can also encompass heaven and earth, and nurture the masses, which is the foundation of all things! General Xue, do you know that this humanity and the way of heaven are all the ways of yin and yang, so what is a prophet and what is not known?" The curtains were thickly stacked into a barrier, and the distorted shadows gradually expanded, as if the spread of fear made the entire ancient mansion more and more gloomy and terrifying.

"Since the god knows that the old man is here tonight, why is he sitting and waiting to die? He still doesn't know that he is dying, and he still dares to talk about humanity and the way of heaven?" Xue Shuxuan forcibly held back the churning undercurrent in his chest, the blood in his throat could not go up or down, it was extremely difficult, he deliberately put on a high-spirited posture, and looked at people.

The green lantern faintly, depicting Feng Dao's thin body on the veil, the silk is light and thin, rising with the wind, revealing a pair of withered hands full of lines, going back and forth on the strings, "The one who dies and doesn't know it is not the old decay, but the person who wears heavy armor and thinks of himself as a high person!"

"Hu ...... Nonsense!" Xue Shuxuan pulled out the saber at his waist, wanting to attack, but he couldn't move, he could only stare around, and finally he couldn't see the face of God, he could only recognize the distorted shadows in the curtains, and the bloodless withered hands.

"When General Xue came, he must have climbed over the wall and entered, and he didn't notice the location of the Zhuang Gate?

"Yin ...... Where is the Yin Mansion built on the top of the mountain?" Xue Shuxuan looked stunned and puzzled: "According to legend, the gods are infected with serious illnesses and need to prolong their lives with luck...... Do you want to rest here, with the mountain as your coffin?"

General Xue should be a person who slightly ventilates the water, and must know that if there is no water, the wind will disperse, and if there is water, the air will stop without wind, and the water will be the top, and the Tibetan wind will be second, and the yin house will take one of them since ancient times. And Wolong Peak has both wind and water, and it can be described as cholera yin and yang, going against the grain. Therefore, Wolongzhuang is not underground, but on the top of the peak, it is the harmony of yin and yang, and it is the head of the yin house!" Feng Dao kept plucking the strings, the sound of the piano was ethereal, and the three tones were staggered, which could be described as unpredictable.

Xue Shuxuan felt a chill down his spine, and said in a trembling voice: "He ...... What is the head of the Yin House?"

"Wolong Peak pays attention to the breath of the dragon, with the aggregation of the dragon line qi veins as the hole, each point is separated from the giant rock dragon head, and connected to the outside world with the gossip of the life rope, and the protection of the mountains and rivers to get the qi of heaven and earth, its fit with nature, is by no means pretentious!"

Feng Dao let out a long laugh, and the laughter shook so loudly that the copper bell was striking, and the water was like scales, "There is wind and water here, and it stands on the top of the peaks, it is the head of the Yin House, the source of strong thoughts, and there is no one who is born!"

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