Outside the house, drizzle pattered on several clusters of beautiful treasures. Inside the house, Huang Taigai said in a strange tone: "Sandie Valley, you should know that there are many monsters in it, and Widow Liu from Weiyang City went to protect them before."
Xin Zhuo suddenly realized that he had heard Zhe Feiyan talk about that place, but it was not far from here?
Huang Taigai added: "The seventy-two gates of the Nine Valleys of the Triassic Valley are like a labyrinth. It was originally an ancient martial arts battlefield in the early Middle Ages. There were great martial arts masters, leaving behind countless withered bones and terrible hostility. Over the years, monsters have been gradually born, and Li Guangling is at the deepest level. Although this person is just an ordinary person who fakes death, he has extremely broad knowledge, and I am willing to accept it. He knows that the ultimate in death is the secret of life. Perhaps he has put his longevity in these years. Come back alive and well!"
After a pause, he continued: "I have discussed with Master Zhiming of Baixiao Tower. After the Confucian sage left the jade, he will send you there. You go find Li Guangling. That old boy not only has many ideas, but also has the ability to change his appearance. With him, With your help, no one in the world can look for you. Not only can you get rid of the entanglement of Daluo and Dayan, but you can also guard against the targeting of those who were interested in the past. In the future, you will devote yourself to practice. What achievements you will have in the future will all depend on your destiny. Remember! A gentleman does not stand on his own. The wall is dangerous, don’t act impulsively, go ahead!”
Xin Zhuo stood up, bowed his hands, walked a few steps, then turned back and asked, "Why did Mr. Huang help me like this?"
Huang Taigai waved his hand feebly and said, "I'm happy!"
"very good!"
…
Xin Zhuo walked out of Huang Taigai's hut. The four Taixun Gongs had already left. Under the lotus leaf tree in the yard, there were four old masters sitting cross-legged. They looked at them with a bit of curiosity. .
Xin Zhuo nodded, walked out of the yard, looked up at the gloomy sky, and saw fine raindrops pouring down. He felt that the truth in this world was a bit ridiculous.
The degeneration of heaven and man is no longer my goal.
Holy land!
Use everything to the extreme, and become a saint in a hundred years.
What you think you can’t achieve, I don’t believe I can’t achieve.
Even if it's not for myself, the children buried in Changshou Village should be reasonable, right?
He raised his feet and walked forward. Not far away, Ling Yayue hurried over holding an oilcloth umbrella to protect him from the rain and said: "The room is ready, Your Majesty."
Xin Zhuo asked, "If you don't come, I'm going to share a room with Master Zhiming."
"How can I?"
Ling Yayue chuckled and said, "Even without Master Huang and Master Zhiming, it would be impossible for us people to have wronged the king."
The two walked forward along the exceptionally bright bluestone road washed by the rain, and turned around an attic. Two people stood quietly in front of them, holding two oil-paper umbrellas.
The first one was a young man with a square face and stubble on his chin. He was dressed in a blue-gray robe, with his long hair tied casually with a hemp rope. A simple sword hung on his waist. There was a bulging in his arms, revealing a Just a baby's head.
His eyes were very deep, like eternal glaciers.
Standing behind him was a woman, wearing a pink skirt, a flying bun, and a little makeup. She seemed to be particularly respectful to the man.
Think about it!
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but stop, bowed to the young man, and said with a chuckle: "Junior Xin Zhuo, I have met senior Yan Kaishan!"
Juan Sisi worshiped at the gate of Yankai Mountain, standing respectfully behind this person at this moment. In addition, even though this person stood quietly, he still exuded a sharp sword intent and the iconic baby in his arms was the withered Yankaishan back then. No doubt.
The young man said with a cold tone: "You are indeed a smart man!"
Xin Zhuo said: "You can't stand in front of seniors!"
He has enough patience and respect for those who have been kind to him.
Yan Kaishan said: "I live next door to you."
After saying that, he turned around and left, as if he was tired of saying another word.
Juansi considered it, bowed, and hurriedly followed.
Ling Yayue looked at Xin Zhuo and whispered: "This person is very strange. It seems that he doesn't give face to anyone. Yesterday he drove away the talented disciples of the three major sects with one knife, and then said "go away", which is very interesting."
Xin Zhuo said nothing.
The courtyard where he lives is in the northwest corner of a group of high-rise pavilions, a private courtyard covered with crabapples. In addition to crabapples, there is also a lush new weeping willow tree in the yard, and the furnishings in the room are quite warm.
After Ling Yayue left, Xiao Huang ran under the bed with his golden bones on his back to "retreat". He sat cross-legged alone, staring at the drizzle outside the window in a daze.
Inexplicably, he remembered that when they were in Fulong Mountain, Cui Ying'er and the others were arrested and taken to Qiugong Pavilion. He was helpless and helpless, so he drank to relieve his sorrows. That quiet, handsome man with a flowing flower between his eyebrows The woman also came out of the rain.
Thinking of that woman, his mood became extremely complicated again.
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a graceful figure among the begonia flowers outside the window, staring at him. He looked carefully, but disappeared again.
His heart tightened, and he dodged to the begonia flowers outside the window. He faintly smelled a scent that was very different from the begonia flowers. He flashed again and jumped across seven or eight yards, but the figure completely disappeared.
"Who are you?"
He couldn't help but stand there and sighed.
Even though it was just a glimpse, he still recognized the identity of the figure.
One of his concubines back then.
In those days, Yi Ni was fed iced bayberry soup mouth to mouth, but now it seems unspeakably ridiculous.
After a while, he turned around and walked back. As he passed the courtyard, people came out one after another.
"Senior Xin, what a coincidence!"
Four or five people came forward together, including Deng Shanqing, Zuo Mengyuan, Mr. Gu and Zhao Li. Their faces were a little embarrassed.
Xin Zhuo was not surprised that Deng and Zuo appeared here. Only Mr. Gu and Zhao Li appeared here, something was not right. With their status, they were probably not qualified.
Could it be that everyone can enter Rushan regardless of their origin?
He had no intention of being polite at the moment, nodded slightly, and returned to his small courtyard.
The rain fell harder and harder, and soon the layers of pavilions and buildings in Confucius Mountain were completely white.
When I walked into the room, I couldn't help but be startled. I didn't know when there were two bottles of wine and three paper-wrapped cakes on the table.
This was obviously not sent by Ling Shiyue. It was not yet time to go to Rushan to offer delicacies and snacks.
When he walked to the table, he found a person standing outside the back window, Yan Kaishan.
"I didn't send it."
Yan Kaishan said with a straight face: "I just smelled the aroma of wine!"
Xin Zhuo sighed, sat down at the table, and waved.
Yan Kaishan walked into the room and sat on the other side. He opened a jar of wine and picked it up.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to open another jar of wine and the two of them had a drink.
The cakes in the paper bag on the side exuded a burnt aroma, which might not be a good thing. Yan Kaishan opened a bag and found that the four square cakes inside were indeed a bit dark. He took a bite and vomited: "Not good." eat!"
Xin Zhuo had a complicated look on his face. He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly, as if tasting something special.
Yan Kaishan was a little surprised: "You are a person who can endure hardships. This thing is painful to your heart."
Xin Zhuo said vaguely: "It was made by one of my concubines back then. This is actually very thoughtful."
Yan Kaishan's eyes widened: "You were killed everywhere, and you even brought a concubine with you?"
Xin Zhuo said: "She is not her now. I don't know who she is now."
Yan Kaishan thought for a while and said, "I don't understand, it's a mess."
"Um."
Xin Zhuo swallowed it, then picked up another piece and ate it, chewing it carefully.
Yan Kaishan raised the jar, swallowed the jujube in one gulp, wiped his mouth and said, "The wine is pretty good. Forty-eight sects have come to Confucianism Mountain, including six holy lands and super sects. There are countless masters. Tomorrow's Confucian sages will be broken." How sure are you of Bi?"
Xin Zhuo replied bluntly: "I don't know."
"That's right!" Yan Kaishan stood up and walked out, "After all, you don't know if you can survive tonight!"
What he said had no beginning or end.
The night outside gradually deepened, and soon nothing could be seen clearly.
Ling Yanyue did not come to deliver the meal. After all, the Hunyuanxu warriors had already gone away from the grain. It didn't matter if they had one more meal or one less meal. Confucians didn't seem to care too much about these secular rules.
Xin Zhuo didn't have the lighting stone. He was thinking about what Yan Kaishan said when he left.
At this time, he looked outside and felt a creepy murderous intent entering the room through the rain curtain.
(End of chapter)
