The air in Qianyuanzhuang is undoubtedly solemn, and the atmosphere is tense and depressing; the joy and joy on the surface of the village cannot hide the worry and uneasiness in the hearts of the upper and lower levels. The five sons of the Wen family had already closed the passage of entry and exit for the Zhuang Ding, and only the ships and bridges were responsible for the link of internal and external communication and contact, and the control of the ships and bridges was quite strict. The five sons of the Wen family were accompanied by Murong Hongyun, Lin Mushan, Zhang Danfeng and others to sit in the village, although every day was just chatting, drinking, and meeting the guests who came to visit to pass the time, in fact, everyone was extremely heavy in their hearts, and their expressions were extremely hypocritical; But in private, the precautions and preparations of Qianyuanzhuang and the Dragon Clan can be said to be leaky and extremely strict.

A bright moon hangs over the mountains and bamboo forests, exuding a faint chill, coldness. Qianyuanzhuang was also shrouded in vaguely visible fog and cold light, a tranquil, and the lights were like stars.

This is a shade of trees and bamboos mixed at the bend of a river not far from Qianyuanzhuang, and there is no figure from far or near, but between the treetops of several trees in the shade, there are two cowhides hanging at this time, and a middle-aged man is lying comfortably in the middle of the cowhides. This is the white-clothed xylopian master who met Wang Chongyang in a country shop during the day, a first-class master in Wang Chongyang's mouth.

At this moment, the xylophone rested on the chest of the xylophone master, who rested his head with one hand, stroked the xylophone with one hand, and stared blankly at the piece of cowhide above his head with both eyes, thoughtful. In fact, the night was so solemn and dim that he could not see anything, at least not clearly, and in the shade of the trees at night, although the moon was in the sky. But the xylophone master seems to have unlimited interest. Unable to sleep, it poked out from time to time to warily look to the right.

Not far to the right is the rattling river. Nearby, it was uneven, with potholes of fallen leaves and stones scattered with dirt, and as far as the xylophon could see, there was a new black bulge of dirt. It also seems to exude the freshness of the earth.

There was silence and a breeze in the moonlight, but the new mound of dirt bags in the moonlight was eerie, or at least strongly attracted the attention of the xylophone. The xylophon kept secretly looking at the dirt bag, and from time to time he reached out and snapped off a branch at hand. There was no movement in the pile of dirt bags. Maybe it's just that one of them is too lonely and boring, and maybe the xylophon master is the only kind of boring pastime that will kill him alone.

The comfortable look on the xylophon's face shows his satisfaction and comfort at this time, perhaps he is really bored. But his sharp eyes and the slight deceit on his mouth showed that his heart was not calm enough at this time. The faint night breeze and the occasional crow's crow in the forest did not arouse its sleepiness, and it waited quietly with one hand gently stroking the xylophone on its chest.

It's time to get up and change, and the xylophone master finally can't sit still and can't bear it. He poked his head out again to take a closer look at the bulging dirt bag.

There was no news of the dirt bag, and there was not the slightest movement.

The xylophone master couldn't help but be a little disappointed, licked his dry lips, looked around left and right, and after making sure that there was no one, he called out in a low voice: "Wang Chongyang, Wang Chongyang, have you fallen asleep? You have been following me all day and disturbing me all day long; now I can't sleep, you are like a mouse and sleeping soundly in the hole! That can't be done." You'll have to talk to me!" the xylophone master screamed several times, but there was no sound on the ground.

The xylophone master could not help but be furious, and reached out and broke a branch and waved it, and the branch silently entered the dirt bag, but the dirt bag was still completely gone.

The xylophone master was furious. Turning his head to make sure that there was no one around, he hurriedly flew to the ground, and then flew up to the tree to hide and watch the excitement on the side.

But the dirt bag still didn't move.

The xylophone master clutched his head for a while. Suddenly, he got up and sat cross-legged, and the piano was on his lap. Gently stroke the strings.

The gold cracked and clanged.

Many leaves fell silently from the treetops.

The mound is still there.

The sound is compact and high-pitched.

The xylophone master stared at the mound with blazing eyes. One hand strokes the piano and that's getting faster and faster.

The mound finally changed in the darkness, and it moved towards the xylophone.

The xylophon master was extremely nervous, and the sound of the piano was rapid and high, although the sound of the piano was not loud, but he could see that the fallen leaves in the forest were already incomplete.

The sound of the piano was excited, and it suddenly fell back into the sky, stopped abruptly, and disappeared without a trace.

The mound exploded at the moment it was about to reach the front of the eye, and a man flew out!

A man with a disheveled head.

It's really Wang Chongyang!

Wang Chongyang did not follow the sound to find the whereabouts of the xylophon, as if the xyloqin master had nothing to do with him, he just meditated cross-legged at the Haoyue, opened his mouth and slowly swallowed and absorbed. I saw a white refining coming out of his mouth, and as Wang Chongyang's absorption grew stronger and stronger, it wrapped around his chest, and gradually enveloped his whole body.

The xylophone master watched with relish, his eyes glowing.

The white qi slowly thinned and thinned back into Wang Chongyang's mouth, but when he saw Wang Chongyang get up and hang his head, he couldn't stop sighing, and muttered in his mouth: "The shape is similar and strange, the shape is similar and the god is strange, and it does not increase but retreats!" Suddenly, he looked up at the bright moon in the sky, burst into tears, and said: "I think that my Wang Chongyang has studied divine skills for eight or nine months, but he has not made any achievements, how can he face the fathers and elders of the world! Could it be that God does not allow me Wang Chongyang, and my Wang Chongyang is not worthy of being the first in the world!"

Wang Chongyang laughed on his back and ran wildly.

Sometimes he falls clumsy and dances with his hands, and sometimes he leaps and bounds.

The xylophone master was dumbfounded, and hurriedly flew behind him with the piano. He couldn't stop whispering: "Wang Chongyang, Wang Chongyang, are you crazy?" Tell me the address of the ancient tomb, and I will help you cure your madness, how about it?"

The two of them ran wildly in the wilderness one after the other, chasing each other.

The xylopiper felt that he could not catch up with Wang Chongyang, and he suddenly woke up when he ran, and he was busy stopping and flying and had to sit down on a big rock next to him, condescendingly, Anqin was on his knees, looked up at the bright moon, exhaled two breaths, closed his eyes slightly, and pressed the strings with both hands.

The sound of the piano is sonorous, the sky is falling apart, everything is trembling, and there is a depression.

Wang Chongyang, who was running wildly, trembled when he heard the sound, and hurriedly stopped and searched around; he listened attentively and followed the sound all the way.

Wang Chongyang stood up a zhang away, bowed down, and said: "Where did the master come from so Yaxing, I didn't expect my Wang Chongyang to be so lucky to have such a blessing;

The xylophone master stopped with both hands and sneered: "Are you Wang Chongyang? Who is Wang Chongyang?"

Wang Chongyang was stunned for a moment, and looked around in a daze: "Yes, yes, yes, who is Wang Chongyang, who is Wang Chongyang in the world?

The xylophone master sneered: "Wang Chongyang is a hero in the world, and he is a disciple of Guigumen! You are a crazy fool, you don't even know what your name is, and you don't know how to be hungry and hungry, do you want to pretend to be Wang Chongyang with just a few tricks of charlatans?"

Wang Chongyang was stunned and muttered to himself: "I'm not Wang Chongyang, I'm not Wang Chongyang!"

The xylophone master said: "Wang Chongyang is already dead, and he has long been a powerful ghost in the ancient tomb! Only the dead will choose to live in the cave and not see the light of day!"

Wang Chongyang was stunned for a moment, and said: "Yes, yes, yes, Wang Chongyang is dead, with ghosts as companions, choose a cave to live in! I also choose a cave to live, could it be that I am also dead! Who am I and I?"

The xylophone master laughed and shouted: "Of course you are not dead, and of course you are not Wang Chongyang! I think that Wang Chongyang is the descendant of Guigumen, so naturally he will get all kinds of magic skills in the ancient tomb of Guigumen!"

Wang Chongyang nodded again and again, and smirked: "Yes, yes, in the ancient tombs, the people who can be passed on, the things that can be understood, do not confuse the prosperity of the world, but hide the things that are good! Hehe, the Guigu Gate, the bullshit Guigu Gate, caused Lao Tzu and me to sleep in a coffin as a dead man, and I have not practiced the same magic skills as kowtowing in vain! Lao Tzu is not uncommon to be the heir of the Guigu Gate!" Wang Chongyang's eyes flickered and he said angrily.

The breeze is blowing, the cold is shining, and a burst of moisture hits, which can't help but feel a little cool.

Wang Chongyang beat his head again and again and blamed himself: "Heaven rewards diligence, God rewards diligence!"

Wang Chongyang flipped upside down and floated away. (To be continued......)