Shimen Pass was particularly desolate today. Not a single disciple could be seen in the pass, and not a single passerby could be seen in the pass. Mu Ziyun flew from the east, and saw a person shrinking in the cold wind from a distance, and flew there when his heart felt hot.
After "Hu Zi" landed, Mu Ziyun said, "Where are the others? Didn't they come?"
Huzi hammered the three-sided sky stone on the ground, put his hands in his sleeves, and replied: "Here we come. Everyone discussed that the target was too large with many people and would be easily discovered, so they changed places."
"oh oh."
"Did you save that woman?"
"Saved, uh, her"
"Hmph," Huzi said sarcastically, "I must have run away without farting. I told you before that every good guy in Chashan is good."
Mu Ziyun smiled happily and said: "You are right, hahaha, I will listen to you from now on. Go away and follow me to do something big."
"Okay," Huzi raised the hammer on his shoulder and said, "You still have to come back to entertain me."
The two of them passed the Shimen Pass and walked to the thorny land in the east.
Entering the Eastern Territory for the second time, the two of them brought enough water and dry food and were prepared to get lost. However, following the black grass, they flew for less than half a day and arrived at Bailian Weapon Road. To be precise, Bailian Weapon Road The old site of the sect before Bingdao was destroyed.
The war only lasted for more than a month. There were no people in the Bailian Weapon Path, but the grass was in full bloom. Several tower wooden frames overturned on the long river that ran through the Bailian Weapon Path. Walking in through the door easily, the decoration inside is still brand new, with just a thin layer of dust attached, which will be blown away when the wind gets stronger.
It seemed that nothing was alive, everything was in place, the wake-up clock hanging on the stone platform was still buzzing, but the boiler no longer smoked, and the pendant lamp in the refining room was no longer lit. There is not a single person left in this huge sect.
Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi walked among them, sighing, if Qingfeng Mountain was defeated, it would be like this.
"We're not familiar with this, how can we find something?" Huzi pushed open the door with a hammer, stretched his neck and poked inside, and was immediately taken back by the pungent smell wafting out. "Why does it stink so much!
"In a place where gold and iron are struck, how fragrant can you expect it to be? Nuo, isn't that the main hall? Go there and have a look." Mu Ziyun pointed to the tall building in front of him and said.
"When Luqiu Gongliang's group of people exited, they must have taken all the documents with them. Besides, how many documents can you deal with the monster?"
"Their records are the oldest and most comprehensive in Huzhou. Although the demon organization appeared within the past hundred years, it was not necessarily born during this period. There may be some secrets."
The whistling wind in the East Territory was obviously much stronger. The two stopped talking nonsense and immediately flew into the main hall. Although it was a main hall, after entering, they found that they were just decorations of ordinary people's homes. It seemed that life in the East Territory was not easy, Bai Lian The art of war requires frugality everywhere.
Huzi sat down on the chair in the middle, leaned his head back, straightened his legs hard, and shouted: "Shu Tan, why did that old man Song Benshan disperse the sect? With his skills, no one can win the war." He would go too far with Bai Lian Weapon Dao, and it would be too late to raise him."
Mu Ziyun was rummaging around in the house and unknowingly walked along the corridor between several buildings. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If you search like this, you will have to find the year and month."
Rumbling, roaring, roaring, suddenly heard a sound, Mu Ziyun immediately ran to the source of the sound, but returned to the main hall. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Huzi standing by a collapsed wall, looking inside.
Seeing Mu Ziyun coming, Hu Zi smiled and said, "You don't even look carefully. There is a dark room here."
"Awesome, I really didn't show up." The two of them walked in together.
After walking a few steps, he stopped. After all, the Bailian Weapon Path is a sect that refines weapons. There are indeed many tricks. In the twenty steps in front of him, at least thirteen mechanisms were used, and they were still exposed for people to see. It seemed to be saying , I'm just waiting for you to come in.
Huzi didn't have that patience, so he flew outside and smashed the building into several pieces with the hammer in his hand, and forcibly peeled the darkroom out of the mechanism. The room was not big, about two feet long and wide, with two rows of grids. is empty. Mu Ziyun spat and kicked the wooden grid into pieces.
"I'm telling you, would they be kind enough to leave things behind? Why not go back to Qingshan Mountain and look through our documents."
"Shhh" Mu Ziyun tapped his lips with his fingers, "There is a fire! Someone is lighting a fire!"
Huzi was stunned for a moment, looked around, and said strangely: "Nonsense, everyone is dead, how can we still light the fire."
"Follow me." Mu Ziyun stepped lightly and flew into the house. The two came to the black leather house and carefully opened the door. The house was not big and only had two rooms. As soon as they entered, they saw the one facing them. There are three paintings hanging on the wall. There are three old ladies on the paintings, and there are rows of memorial tablets underneath, which is particularly eerie and scary.
Both of them were brave, so they walked in with their heads lowered. Through dozens of curtains, they saw a man in a gray cloak kneeling in the room. There was a brazier in front of his knees, and yellow paper was burning in it.
The two of them didn't know what to say. Mu Ziyun simply knocked on the wall, coughed and said, "Well, this brother is definitely a disciple of Bailian Weapon Dao."
The man only twisted his neck, but his body was still leaning forward, and his face was exposed when he raised his head slightly.
"This Song Hua!" Mu Ziyun said in a deep voice, "You are still alive." But he closed his mouth again. He saw that Song Hua's face was very dry. There were only two wet marks on the wings of his nose. He might have shed all his tears. , a few pieces of blood and pus seemed to have condensed from the corners of his eyes.
When Mu Ziyun saw this appearance, he couldn't bear it as an outsider. He thought that he was the only one left in the sect's hundreds of buildings and ten thousand rooms. He didn't know how long he had been kneeling in this place or how long he had been hiding.
Huzi was originally hostile, but seeing his pitiful appearance, he hid the three-sided sky stone hammer behind his back with a little guilt. Song Hua must have seen it. He opened his white lips and said dryly: "Hammer, show me."
"That won't work." Huzi put his head to the side.
Song Hua threw out a bunch of things, among which there was a hunting bow. He said quietly: "Let me touch it so that I can remember its appearance. The Bailian Weapon Way is gone, and many things are meaningless."
"Huzi" Mu Ziyun glanced at Huzi. Hu Zi reluctantly placed the hammer in front of Song Hua, picked up the hunting bow and threw it into Mu Ziyun's arms with a raised eyebrow.
Mu Ziyun waved his hand awkwardly, but it was difficult for him to put down the Hunting Bow. Song Hua had no intention of paying attention to the two of them, and leaned over the three-sided sky stone hammer, whispering to himself. Said: "This is the three-sided sky stone hammer, the work of Grandpa Song Tiandezu. I have written it down. I have written it down."
"The dead cannot be resurrected," the two of them didn't know what to say.
Song Hua let go of the three-sided stone hammer, knelt down and picked up the things he had just thrown down, silently lowering his head and making no sound. Mu Ziyun sighed and put the hunting bow in Song Hua's hand. Song Hua still said nothing and put the hunting bow in his arms.
Mu Ziyun looked at the gray cloak on Song Hua's body and said in his heart: "Never mind, he is wearing a fog cloak, it is possible to escape."
"What are your plans?" Huzi asked, "Well, if you are homeless, come to my Qingshan Mountain Gate. I am now the leader and I have the final say!"
Huzi looked at the hammer again, patted his chest and said, "I'm not here for the thing in your hand. If you don't believe it, well, I don't know how to guarantee it. Anyway, I have the hammer and it's enough."
Huzi scratched his head, and Muziyun patted his belly. Song Hua added a few pieces of yellow paper to the brazier and said, "Zhang Kui killed tens of thousands of disciples, and Qingshan Peak is my enemy of Bailian Weaponry." After hearing this, Huzi spat out his lips in dissatisfaction and said, "Then You rebelled against the enemy and almost destroyed our Qingfeng Mountain Peak. If we push forward ten thousand steps, you still insist on grabbing the treasure from us. We obviously found it in the cemetery."
"The one who killed your main tribe is a demon, right?" Mu Ziyun asked.
After Song Hua was silent for a long time, his body trembled slightly and he said, "I don't want to recall what happened that day. That day, I just felt like a drowned dog, sitting motionless on a still-warm corpse covered in human skin, watching the main clan members helplessly. They died one by one, haha, I didn’t dare to move, I was afraid that if I moved, the fog awning would be torn off.”
"Is it a demon?" Mu Ziyun asked again.
Song Hua turned his head, and after a while of silence, he suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Yes! It's a demon! It's a demon!" Then he started to howl and cry.
Mu Ziyun walked up, held Song Hua's shaking shoulders, and said, "Although we are also your enemies, please believe that I have a way to kill the demon organization, as long as you can help me."
Song Hua pushed Mu Ziyun away, held on to the fog canopy tightly, and said, "I won't help, hahaha, you are delusional." Then he slowly stood up, "My Bailian Weapon Dao is dead, the main clan is dead, I What else? As for you, why can't you be swallowed up by the demon? Are we the only ones worth dying? "
Huzi replied: "You don't want revenge? Come with us and kill these beasts."
Song Hua's eyelids drooped. He pulled down his cloak and his figure slowly disappeared. Then, he said, "I won't take revenge. Grandpa said that nothing will happen to me. I want to pass on the seeds of the main clan." I want to pass on the story of Bai Lian Bing Dao. I am tired and afraid. Everything has nothing to do with me."
After saying that, his breath disappeared completely. Huzi hurriedly stepped over there, but found that he couldn't find it at all. He said angrily: "You just kept hunting for the bow, so you wasted all your time."
Mu Ziyun ran out of the house and shouted towards the empty building: "We need documents from the demon organization, which contain methods to kill demons. Please help us!"
The echo echoed several times in the corridor, but there was no reply for a long time.
