The night was dark, there was no moon, the stars were scattered, Xie Junhe looked up at the starry sky.

He still remembered that in the grotto under the cold cliff, the dazzling sky outlined by manpower.

"Phew!" rubbed his burning eyes and stiff neck impatiently. It would be crazy for him to remember the name of this starry sky. But the trouble doesn't stop there.

He dared to swear that he had never seen anyone in this world who persevered in tossing him. There are always times when you are drowsy, but as soon as you close your eyes, the old man's voice will float leisurely with Xiangmeng: "Within three days, if you get out of this array, I will take you to find Leng Fengyi's whereabouts." ”

He said angrily: "What if you can't break it?"

"In the vast sea of reeds, it doesn't hurt to have one more floating corpse!"

It was this terrifying sound that made him wake up from his sleepiness again and again, completely sleepy, and then looked around with no one.

The old man had disappeared at some point when he turned around, and together with his small boat, only the waves of the water could be seen. All that was left to him was a decayed and broken ship that had been resting on the side of the earthen platform for some unknown year, and a penny that had left him alone in the wilderness, surrounded by boundless reeds and countless rapids. Touching the bottom of his sleeve, he didn't know when there was an extra piece of yellowed and torn parchment - he still recognized the neat words "Long River Song" on it.

Wasn't that already in Jiang Shaoyun's hands? How did it get to the bottom of his sleeve? He didn't even know at all. Whenever you meet that old man, there will be bad luck! Xie Junhe secretly slandered himself.

Three days, only a decayed and broken ship, is there such a deception?

There is no other way. So he sat cross-legged under the dark starry sky, watching the water flow and the starlight turning.

Day after night, night after night, and gradually, the firmament suddenly became wider, and the reincarnation of the stars and the flow of water seemed to be mixed and combined. I closed my eyes, and a string of familiar words in my memory jumped out: "Qiankun Zhenxunkan Ligendui ......" These familiar gossip names gradually overlapped with this starry sky and reflected with this reed array.

Xie Junhe smiled unconvinced: "What's so difficult about this?" More than ten years ago, when he was still in the Qin family, he had already deduced this formation to perfection, the old pianist who loved to play chess was not his opponent, and there were even fewer among the blood ghosts who knew the formation, and Mo Yang often praised him for his great future achievements. Even Chu Tao later couldn't play him.

The arrangement of the reeds is very similar to the Bagua Formation, but there are some hidden dangers in the shadows, such as the torrents and hidden weapons encountered when entering the formation. If it is really a gossip array, it is not difficult: the gossip array is rested, life, injury, Du, Jing, death, shock, and open the eight doors. If the old man led him from the east "Shengmen" just now, then at this moment, he only had to go to the southwest to "Humen" to kill.

The southwest should be the direction of the Beacon Ridge.

In this way, as long as you go against the current, you can always get out.

Give it a try.

Xie Junhe looked at the position of the stars in the sky, and was about to tug the boat into the water, when he suddenly stopped.

Wrong!

He suddenly remembered the thrilling whirlpool, and suddenly woke up: Yes, the difference in terrain will inevitably change the direction of the water, and in this intricate reed, I really don't know how many unpredictable eddies there are, and with the guidance of the water potential and stars alone, we will definitely get lost.

"Alas!" Xie Junhe sighed rather dejectedly, shook off his long penny and sat on the muddy ground, and cursed fiercely-"Stinky old man!