When you come to the back mountain, it's very empty, and it's very, very empty. This is Zhang Xiaofeng's first feeling. The so-called master, after guiding himself to come here, arranged for himself to ring the bell.

It is a bell engraved with dragon patterns and ancient torture instruments, which is said to be the magic weapon of Longzhong Mountain, and it is also the magic weapon of the Longzhong faction. After the old man's brief introduction, the person disappeared, leaving Zhang Xiaofeng with an ignorant face standing in front of the bell.

"The magic weapon of opening the mountain, the inheritance treasure, such a powerful thing, is it displayed in the barren mountain like this? I wasn't fooled, was I?" Zhang Xiaofeng was sullen.

Old Taoist priest Gu said that new disciples have to ring the bell every day to comprehend the realm in the sound quality of the bell and drum. Zhang Xiaofeng stood in front of the bell and touched the quaint clock, obviously under the vicissitudes of time, it has been a little rusty and deformed. There is a feeling in my heart that I will not knock this antique if I knock it a few times.

There is a big bell handle next to the dragon clock, which is a big wood, big enough to hold both hands, and is tied to stand by the bell. Zhang Xiaofeng dragged the big log backwards with all his might, pulling away only a little distance, and then he no longer had the strength to support his hands.

"Boom ......"

The small distance of the tap, the tremor was like thunder, so that Zhang Xiaofeng covered his ears, and his body kept shaking. The blood in the whole body also accelerated rapidly, and the whole person almost fainted.

"Damn, what are these of them, ring a bell (1) (Ben ~ read (novel) ybdu how does it feel like thunder. Zhang Xiaofeng scolded loudly. After knocking once, I felt like I wanted to give up. Because the bell gradually faded, but it always felt that the bell was still in the meninges, and it kept reverberating.

When the bell faded, Zhang Xiaofeng stood in front of the antique bell again. He began to take a serious look at the giant bell engraved with dragon patterns, which was two heads taller than himself. After counting it, there were nine dragons carved in it. Each dragon is so lifelike, as if it were alive. The whole body is bronze, and it seems that the material is also copper and iron. Is this really a magic weapon? While questioning, Zhang Xiaofeng faintly felt that this clock was very unusual.

For the glorious ambition in the future, Zhang Xiaofeng remembered the old man's words and worked hard to ring the bell, so that he could comprehend the profound realm in the bell as soon as possible.

Enduring the ringing of the bell again and again, Zhang Xiaofeng rang for a week in the blink of an eye in this desolate back mountain. After a week, Zhang Xiaofeng remembers that he knocked eighty-one times. It's not that I don't want to knock a few more times, it's really uncomfortable. After each bell, you have to rest for at least half a day to recover, and the longer you recover when you strike the second time. One day I even wanted to knock more, but in the end I couldn't bear it and fainted to the ground.

Ringing the bell every day is a very boring and boring practice, Zhang Xiaofeng still gritted his teeth and persisted, and the reason for him to persist was that he would succeed in his cultivation in the future, be free in the world, and have countless beauties. On this day, that is, the eighth day when Zhang Xiaofeng was about to ring the bell, he came to the back mountain and found a woman standing in front of the bell.

From a distance, the woman's hair was as black as a waterfall, her black hair fluttering in the wind, wearing a white dress, and her body was graceful, as if she had been lifted from the dust.

"Good girl, this woman's best face is also pretty, don't tarnish this beautiful back. Zhang Xiaofeng said evilly. At the same time, the pace of his feet is also accelerated, after all, such a perfect back is very attractive, and anticipation and exploration have always been the nature of men. But it's very contradictory, I'm afraid that it's the opposite of what I expected, that is, this is just a back killer, but in fact, the face looks like a pig.

"Knock ......"

Less than a kilometer away from the woman, the woman struck the antique bell. Then there was no movement, just standing quietly by the bell, as if he realized something. Once a cultivator enters the meditation, he will always be addicted to cultivation, and as long as there is not a very strong interference from the outside world, he will generally not wake up. Therefore, Zhang Xiaofeng was already observing the woman from a distance of one meter at the moment, and she didn't know it.

When Zhang Xiaofeng came to the woman's side, there was a faint sense of clarity