Chapter 531

Xingyao mansion, named Xingyao, must have the principle of inheriting brilliance.

In the past, Taoism fell apart, and rune and kendo were each one. Among them, Rune was one because there were five uses and five skills, mountain, medicine, divination, life and phase, which were broken in their inheritance.

People in the world think that there are two Taoism, Rune and sword, of which the rune method must be the most difficult to inherit and restore. Unexpectedly, a Xingyao mansion appeared in the air.

Xingyao mansion inherits Fu Tao. The most famous one is the old fortune telling, which shocked the world.

However, the specific surprise and divination methods have not been known, and even who broke the name at the beginning is not very clear.

However, the name of Xingyao mansion did come down. After a long life, it has unconsciously become one of the several sects in the secret realm of the hidden world.

Not to mention the four peak valley, which covers the 13th floor of the seven halls and hides a huge spiritual pulse, is that many disciples of Xingyao mansion are talented heroes that other sects can't envy.

When you come to the Jingxian Hall of Xingyao mansion, compared with the other six halls, it worships the sages of the past. Naturally, the green lights and candles are a little dull.

Dark wood floors are paved in the main hall, and some yellow symbols and hanging towels are occasionally seen, but it is not particularly gloomy.

In the main hall, I saw a man sitting in front of a row of spiritual cards, dressed in a dark green Taoist robe and a Taoist crown. He looked not old, but only in his early thirties.

He turned his back to the two rows of green lights. At a glance, he couldn't see his face. He didn't show his strength. It was like an old monk sitting down.

In the silence, a few slight footsteps came from the hall.

Before he looked back, the visitor walked to the side of the green lamp row candle, looked closely at it at will, and said casually.

"Little Taoist priest, it seems that your Xingyao mansion doesn't have much oil and water. Look at you. There's not much oil in the oil lamp. Have you ruined your foundation?"

“……”

The man sitting in front of the memorial tablet did not answer, but still closed his eyes and said nothing.

The speaker didn't seem to continue to say anything. He looked at the green lamp on the candlestick and seemed to feel very interesting.

After a moment, the man sitting in front of the holy throne finally opened his mouth and said calmly.

"If I die in this battle, give it to my brother to take over."

"It's natural, and we don't like this place."

The man said such a sentence lightly, and there was no more talk between them.

In the hall, the oil lamp danced slightly with the wind through the hall. I don't know when the visitor had disappeared, leaving the man sitting in front of the spirit card alone.

Time passed bit by bit. The sun shining in from the window changed its position on the ground, and the light and shadow changed from incandescence to dusk unconsciously.

In the silence, suddenly there was a rapid sound of footsteps outside the hall. Three disciples in gray Taoist robes quickly walked into the hall and said with fists together.

"Martial Uncle Zhang! An assassin broke into the vicinity of Jingxian hall! Master Chang sun specially ordered three of us to escort martial uncle out of here!"

"... escort?"

The man who sat in front of the Lingpai for a long time asked a question. As soon as he said this, the three disciples couldn't take it up for a moment.

However, since the three came, I'm afraid they couldn't drive away. The man who sat for a long time didn't give much advice, but waved his hand without looking back.

"Now that you're here, go to the back hall and help me bring out the tea table and tea set in the room and put them in front of the hall. Remember to prepare a pot of hot tea."

"Uncle Zhang?"

"If I ask you to go, you can go and do what you say."

The man's words were full of peace. Although the three disciples were anxious and impatient, they looked at each other at the moment, but they could only answer with fists and left straight away.

In the mountains and forests hundreds of miles away from the Jingxian hall, I only listened to the continuous roar and roar. When the ice and frost burst, there were many flames in the sky, which was very powerful for a moment.

Ten or so disciples hurried to the imperial treasure. As soon as they flew over the woods, the leading disciple made a gesture and ordered them to say.

"Three people go to the southeast and west respectively. The rest follow me to the sound department for support. Remember! Don't fight. If you find someone suspicious, release the talisman directly!"

"I see!"

All the disciples answered and dispersed. The disciple in the middle led five or six people towards the place where the fire flashed in the distance.

Before he took someone to the ground to search, his eyes inadvertently fell on the fire, and his face suddenly changed slightly.

There should have been more than a hundred patrolling disciples of Xingyao mansion fighting in the open space in the forest, but there is only one man there at the moment.

Dressed in black and silver hair, the Qi strength around him was like a black fog, and he couldn't see his appearance at a glance.

Even though they were far away from each other, the disciples of Xingyao mansion who came in a hurry still felt that inexplicable momentum.

It's like a mouse meets a cat. Even if they don't get close, they don't feel any killing intention at all, but their instinct is still persuading them not to get close.

While several people in this line were hesitating in the air, the basket on the ground suddenly walked slowly towards the forest.

That slow and leisurely gait is not like breaking into someone else's Mountain Gate, but like returning to your own backyard.

"Who can bear it? Younger martial brothers, come with me to kill foreign thieves!"

Seeing this man so rampant, all the people went away in response to the Royal treasure, and the Taoist symbols flew all the way away, making a loud noise!

But this huge noise only listened to the first three or two sounds, but there was no afterword in the end.

Ye Xiaogu in the forest continued to walk with an expressionless face. Occasionally, he met several disciples of Xingyao mansion, but he didn't have any intention to fight at the moment.

The black Qi force combined with the power of the ghost road protects the left and right, and even those who don't have long eyes can easily be poked a hole in their chest by the black Qi force.

In fact, ye Xiaogu doesn't want to kill at the moment, or he doesn't have much time to kill from before to now.

If he has to explain what he is doing now, he just doesn't exclude life and death.

All the way to Xingyao mansion, he had planned to go directly through the main gate, but unfortunately he came from the sky and flew into the nearby mountains and forests.

He didn't want to make so much trouble. However, Xingyao mansion is worthy of being a famous sect in the world. Only the patrol disciples guarding the mountain gate are more dedicated than ordinary sects.

The front foot fell to the ground. Now it's just less than a cup of tea. Several groups of people have come one after another. Even if he doesn't give way, maybe the whole disciples of Xingyao house will come together.

The so-called great righteousness of zongmen is probably nothing more than that.

Between the mind and mind, occasionally some of the star Yao Fu disciples who had been killed were deliberately picked up by him. They merged the power of the ghosts and had the body of the ghosts.

But even he didn't dare to think about whether he was a person at the moment.

Maybe... He has become a ghost because of practicing the ghost way, but he has no regrets in his heart.

If we can do this, we must pay a huge price.

He was gifted as a young man. He was born with the affinity of ghosts and the inheritance of heavenly masters. It was a pity that he didn't find that broad road when he was young.

On the contrary, he fell short and broke all the meridians of the yuan body, losing the possibility of cultivation.

In fact, ye Xiaogu didn't think about practicing the ghost art at that time. For him, it doesn't matter whether he is a useless person, as long as he can be with the people he likes.

He accidentally killed Yan Hongxuan. In fact, he was still a little guilty at that time. He even planned to go directly to see bao'er and get along with her white fox all his life.

It's just God's will. Just when he wanted to give up, God gave him a reason why he couldn't give up.

Wang Pei's appearance was said to be an accident, but it seemed that it was God's will. Even at that time, he didn't come and ask her who called her.

The girl didn't get involved. She just came halfway to help him, but she died because of him!

He can't accept or accept such an outcome. Although he knows that the strong is the sky, even if the sky wants to take my love!

At this point, the resentment in my heart seems to become more and more difficult to suppress.

Obviously, after so many years, he still feels a sudden anger when he thinks of it.

But at the beginning, the white haired old man appeared too short and his means were too neat. He even didn't leave him a clue at all.

There are thousands of thoughts, but none of them disappear.

In front of me, there was a hall that didn't seem particularly conspicuous. It had black tiles and beams, but there was no vermilion, gold and purple. It was about some old hook corner decoration, but it just added a sense of simplicity.

Ye Xiaogu came from Yukong and found a place casually.

Now after walking a few steps in the forest, he saw the hall in a trance. Even if there was a low wall nearby, he went straight to the hall.

"Jingxian hall?"

The inscription on the plaque in front of the hall was not very clear. He barely recognized it.

After a little hesitation, he went straight into the hall.

Unexpectedly, the Xingyao mansion is full of talents and disciples. Such a hall of hundreds of square meters is empty and there is no trace of people.

A seven foot long tea table was placed in front of the Dudu hall, on which were several purple sand tea cups. The tea fragrance inside was slight and steaming.

But seeing the purple sand teacup, ye Xiaogu's face was not very good-looking.

"Guests from afar are not well received."

"... not you."

"Not me?"

There are many oil lamps and green candles in the main hall. Now it is just dusk, so it is inevitable to be a little dim.

The man came out of the hall, dressed in a Taoist robe, his face was thin, and there was a sense of politeness between his eyes and eyebrows. It seemed that he was the same age as him.

Even older is not much older.

Hearing his words, the man raised his mouth slightly, went straight to the tea table, sat down and said.

"How do you know it's not me?"

“……”

Ye Xiaogu frowned slightly when he heard the speech. He came to seek revenge, so he didn't like the way the man in front of him spoke.

Over the years, he has killed many people because he doesn't want to talk too much. Now he is a little impatient.

But the man seemed to feel a little dull. It was clear that the atmosphere was not right. He just introduced himself.

"My name is Zhang Fenghe. I'm in charge of the Jingxian hall in Xingyao mansion."

"I want to find someone here. He has white hair. At least he is above the infant border. He often holds a purple sand teapot in his hand."

Maybe it's because Zhang Fenghe's kind, or maybe it's because such a hall reminds ye Xiaogu of the Xiaoxiang Academy in the past.

Although it was not a good memory at that time, he was a little calmer because of the rows of oil lamps in the hall and the dim and empty hall.

"Tea? The authentic Longyan mountain tea can dispel the evil spirit by calming the mind."

"No need."

"I think Mr. Ye can still try."

“！！！”

Zhang Fenghe's voice has just fallen, and ye Xiaogu's black air rises like a tornado, and the momentum of the sudden explosion directly overturns the candles in the hall!

As soon as the candle arrangement fell down, it took advantage of the situation to wrap a layer of hot oil on the wooden floor that had been unknown for hundreds of years. It didn't want the wind to blow, and it burned up in a short time.

Seeing the fire rising, ye Xiaogu's face was gloomy and his killing intention was awe inspiring.

Zhang Fenghe seemed to turn a blind eye to all this. He poured a cup of tea, poured it himself, drank it himself, and sighed leisurely.

"People don't live all their lives for themselves, old friends, relatives and friends, short family, human rights and wrongs..."

"I don't have time to listen to you."

"If you don't want to, don't you have to listen? Is Mr. Ye going to kill me now?"

The tea cup in his hand was still steaming. He never looked up at ye Xiaogu. His words were full of confidence and calm.

Even if he felt that the killing intention around him was like a sharp blade, and even the black air outside the power of the ghost had been felt in front of him, his behavior was not the same.

Ye Xiaogu looks at Zhang Fenghe in front of him and suddenly feels a little upset. He hates the way others are in front of him.

"Do you think I dare not kill you?"

"Mr. Ye, you are very impatient now. This is not a good thing. I suggest you go to a place. I heard that lingyundu covers the four poles and eight wastelands. You can go to the ice Valley in the northern region. Do you want to consider going?"

"Don't worry, I'll go for her."

When ye Xiaogu said this, Zhang Fenghe raised his mouth slightly. It seemed that he was very satisfied with his general answer. He drank another sip of tea and said.

"That saves me a lot of words."

"Tell me where the old man with white hair is."

"I just think what Mr. Ye wants to ask now should be who we are."

"We?"

The candlestick on one side of the hall, which had just been overturned by the strong wind, ignited the wood around. Now it was burning.

But they sat before and after the tea case and saw no difference at all.

Zhang Fenghe seemed to like the tea very much. He drank a few mouthfuls of it himself, tasted it a little, and said faintly.

"I've heard of Mr. Ye's anecdotes for a long time. Now I really feel that seeing is better than hearing. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I'm afraid I really thought Fenghe heard it wrong."

“……”

Listening to his insinuation, ye Xiaogu secretly raised his eyebrows, but he didn't answer at the moment.

In fact, I don't know how many intrigues happened around him. At the beginning, he had a quarrel with bao'er for some time because of these things.

However, when boa had an accident, he took care of others for a while. He could only be busy with boa, and didn't think about what was around him for a moment.

The so-called beacon fire thousands of miles, the high temple is like the old, and the rivers and mountains are beautiful.

Since he chose beauty, he naturally did not care about the country.

After a simple sigh, Zhang Fenghe didn't say the answer directly. Instead, he looked around at the empty hall, then smiled and sighed.

"Well, that's the fate. It's the same result whether you say it or not."

"What do you mean?"

"Go to the northern region. Don't delay the time."

"Now I ask you where the old man with white hair is!"

After a lot of gossip, Zhang Fenghe prevaricated him to leave. For a moment, ye Xiaogu's voice increased several degrees.

His reaction fell into Zhang Fenghe's eyes, and Zhang Fenghe didn't explain a word or two. He just slowly stretched out his hand, pinched his sword finger, and falsely ordered the center of his eyebrows under his frown alert.

Ye Xiaogu was still on alert, but he felt nothing different. At this time, he just listened to Zhang Fenghe.

"What does it mean to be terminally ill? One is the apex of the heart and the other is the diaphragm. So far, there is no cure for a serious illness. Mr. Ye really doesn't wake up?"

"You mean my practice of ghost road?"

"Mr. Ye is somewhat self-aware. You have a broad road. Why do you have to cross this dangerous and dangerous single wooden bridge?"

"I will."

“……”

The tea cup in Zhang Fenghe's hand was a little sluggish. His expression was a little strange. He raised his head and looked at ye Xiaogu. Then he shook his head helplessly and said with a bitter smile.

"It's really pleasant."

"Stop talking nonsense. Who is that white haired old man? I just want to know now."

"Go to the north to save your woman. Wake up by the way."

"You don't think I can kill him?!"

"Mr. Ye, why do you think you can run around the world? Do you really think you can be the first in the world by swallowing a few small spiritual veins? In ancient times, countless talents and heroes led mountains and rivers! Qi swallowed thousands of miles of sun, moon and stars! Why do you think you can be alone in this vast world?"

Zhang Fenghe, who used to be light hearted, drank this sentence lightly and scolded him. He was shocked and couldn't speak for a long time.

The candlestick, which had burned more than half before, is now spreading into a momentum. It has burned the hall to the sky with black smoke.

Seeing this, ye Xiaogu turned the topic and said.

"Go out and talk."

"No, I have followed the instructions of my ancestors to guard the Jingxian temple for thousands and 300 years. It is a foregone conclusion that the temple will be destroyed and people will die, and I can't escape this fate."

He said frankly, but ye Xiaogu hurriedly looked around and didn't find anyone hiding in the dark.

He had thought that the wind river was threatened, but there seemed to be little movement around.