C267 eight trigrams array

I looked at the board with some fear, but then I realized that it wasn't a board. It was more like a compass, with a taiji diagram and eight trigrams drawn on it.

When the Guan Di saw me looking around, he explained in a deep voice, "This is Kong Ming's array disc, the Eight Trigrams Formation."

I had a bad feeling, "Don't tell me you want me to break the formation?"

I know that this Guan Di in front of me is not the real Guan Yu. He is only possessing the Guan Di Divine Statue, enjoying the incense and acting as Guan Di's representative. Why did he take out the Eight Trigram Formation? Did she really think of him as the Guan Di after falling into such a deep slumber?

Seeing that I did not say anything, Guan Di continued to speak, "Come over to this Eight Trigrams Needle. If you can get out, I won't interfere in that man's business again. And I can help you this time. "

I chuckled dryly. "About that …" Aren't we going to gamble? Why did it become a broken formation? "

Guan Di said indifferently: "Breaking the formation is a gamble."

I evaded saying, "I don't know anything about the Yin, Yang, or Five Elements, or Eight Trigrams."

Guan Di laughed: "The Eight Trigrams Formation is ever-changing, do you think you can walk out just because you know something? After you enter, you will have to rely entirely on luck and destiny. "

I coughed dryly and said, "Then my chances of winning are too low."

Guan Di said indifferently: "Your rewards are also very high, not everyone is worth it for me to help you once."

I thought: It's just an old ghost possessing the body of the Guan Di Divine Statue, what's the point of pulling?

Looking at the Guan Di, if I don't enter the Eight Trigrams Formation, I won't be able to leave this place today. It's not that I've never thought of the possibility of forcefully leaving, but when Guan Di first appeared, the array of Yin Wind was already extraordinary.

I feel that if I really fight, I will be courting death. One was seeking death, the other had a slim chance of survival. I sighed. "Alright! Isn't it just the Eight Trigrams Formation?" "If you go in, you'll go in."

Guan Di nodded his head in approval: "Come in, you won't regret it."

I walked step by step toward the board. Then I noticed a problem. When I was far away from the board, I saw that it was square, just a board. But as it got closer, it became bigger and bigger. By the time I reached the board, it was the size of a small hill.

I saw layers upon layers in front of the chessboard, as if there were innumerable peaks. These mountains, in turn, divided the world into a series of paths.

A lot of white fog came out of the small path, and it covered the whole mountain. A moment later, another gust of wind blew, dispersing the fog. I saw that the mountains had changed and the roads had changed.

I scratched my head. "The mountain roads are already complicated. If I keep changing like this, how am I supposed to get out?"

I sighed and went in anyway. I wish I could come out alive.

After I entered, I was quickly surrounded by the surrounding fog. I didn't move because I grew up in the mountains. I know a principle, when you can't see the mountain path clearly, don't close your eyes and walk blindly.

A moment later, the fog cleared and I saw me standing on the edge of the cliff. Startled, I quickly retreated, feeling lucky.

Before I entered the Eight Trigrams Formation, I felt that although this place has a slim chance of survival, isn't it just some mountains? I spend more time, there will always be a time when I go out. But after entering, I found that this Eight Trigrams Formation isn't that simple. I might die here.

I sighed and sat on a rock. I mumbled to myself, "Could it be that Uncle Tang already knew that I wouldn't be able to leave and purposely lured me in?"

I thought for a while and decided that it would be useless to even try to make wild guesses. I might as well hurry up and escape from this damned place.

So I took advantage of the fog and walked quickly along the mountain path.

I walked for a long time, maybe one day, maybe two. But I didn't feel hungry. This allowed me to confirm one thing: the time inside the Eight Trigram Formation was different from the time outside. Perhaps only a few minutes had passed outside.

I couldn't find a way out. The fog appeared. Then everything around him changed. I had to look again.

It was a test of luck. I wandered around the mountains. I only hoped that when the mist appears, it will bring me to the edge of the Eight Trigrams Formation. Then, I accidentally walked in the right direction and left.

Unfortunately, after walking for a few more days, I still couldn't get out, and my stomach was a little hungry. I had the feeling that at least six hours had passed outside.

I was starting to get a little anxious. At this moment, I suddenly saw the moon rising from a mountain, and the shape of this mountain, no matter how you looked at it, looked like the mountain of our hometown.

I thought to myself, Don't tell me it's such a coincidence?

However, I don't have any direction right now, so I might as well go over there and take a look. Before the fog showed up, I sped up my pace and ran towards the mountain.

By the time I reached the foot of the mountain, the more I looked at it, the more it looked like a mountain, with a faint glow of light on its side. From the direction, it seems to be our Hu Village.

I thought to myself: It can't be such a coincidence, there's also a Hu Village here?

At this moment, the surroundings turned blurry, and the fog began to appear again.

I was a little unwilling. When the mist dissipated, I had already left somewhere. It would probably be impossible for me to climb the mountain.

I was sighing. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in the fog. Startled, I asked loudly, "Who is it?"

At the same time, I took out the dagger.

The man did not appear. It was quiet, and I stood there, listening. Soon, a rustling sound was heard from not far away.

The sound was very soft, not like a person walking. However, the frequency of its appearance was extremely similar to that of a person's footsteps.

My eyes were fixed in that direction. A few seconds later, the shadow reappeared. I held my breath and shot out, grabbing him.

He was hiding in the fog, and I couldn't see very clearly. From the feel of his hand, I felt that I was probably holding onto his wrist.

I said, "Who the hell are you?" Then my dagger stabbed him.

I chose the arm. This place was punctured and was extremely painful. Furthermore, one of his arms had been crippled, greatly reducing his fighting strength. But as long as they were bandaged in time, they wouldn't die.

However, before my dagger could land on him, the man said, "I'm here to pick you up."

This was said very quickly, probably to stop my dagger. But when I listened to him, I didn't notice the urgency in his voice. I only felt that he was calm and composed.

I stopped my dagger at his throat and asked, "Who told you to pick me up?"

That person smiled and said, "You'll know once the mist dissipates."

I nodded. When the white mist rose up, even if it was facing him, he wouldn't be able to see anyone. I can't confirm that he made up a random name, so I might as well keep my cool and wait and see what happens.

The two of us waited for a long time, and the fog did not disperse. That person said, "Why don't you come with me first?"

"Where to?" I asked him.

That person replied: "Hu Village."

I suddenly thought of something: There is indeed a Hu Village here.

He gently struggled forward. I followed him. Along the way, I felt the fog around me grow thicker. By the time I reached the back, I was having difficulty breathing, as if I had sunk to the bottom.

I opened my mouth and took deep breaths. I still felt dizzy and a little bit hypoxic.

In a daze, I felt as if I had returned to the feeling of being in the bathhouse when I was a child. The air was so thick with white mist that it was hard to breathe.

As I was feeling uncomfortable, my body suddenly relaxed. Then, a burst of cool air blew onto my face. I took a deep breath and felt refreshed.

The fog had disappeared.

I looked behind me. There were a dozen or so large copper toads lying on the ground, puffing white smoke out of their mouths. So this was the origin of the fog. No wonder the fog was so dense.

I looked ahead again. We had reached the village entrance.

I said to the man, "There is no white mist now. Can you tell me? Who the hell sent you? "

Who knew that the person was still vague and said to me, "This... Come with me, you'll know soon enough. "

He used all his strength to pull me, and continuously brought me towards the Hu Village. Feeling a little uneasy, I stopped and said, "Let me see your face. I have to see who you are."

The man sighed. "Do you have to?"

I nodded. "I must."

He let out a long sigh. "Sigh …" "Fine."

I heard the sigh and my heart skipped a beat. Then the man turned his face.

I stared at his face, stunned, unable to say a word. My lips were trembling. "You... You... You... foster-grandpa, haven't you already reincarnated? "

The person who pulled me to the Hu Village was actually me, the foster-grandpa.

He looked at me with eyes full of compassion. "Ninth day, you shouldn't look at my face and not look at me. We should talk more."

After saying that, his body swayed and with a plop, he fell to the ground.

Startled, I reached out to help him. However, when I touched it, I immediately realized that something was wrong. His body was not made of flesh and blood. I looked again. It was a puppet made of old clothes.

Is he the Regeneration? The Regeneration of my foster-grandpa?

I raised my head, just in time to see a person standing behind a tree, sticking his head out and looking in my direction.

I shouted, "Don't move."

Then he jumped up and ran towards the tree.

The person behind the tree seemed to be frightened by me. I told him not to move, and sure enough, he didn't dare to move anymore.

I held the dagger in one hand and grabbed him by the collar with the other. You made me pretend to be the foster-grandpa and brought me here? "

That person stood in the shadows of the trees, seemingly afraid. He stammered, "Yes …" It's me. "

When I heard his voice, I was immediately stunned. "Why is it you? How could it be you? "