Chapter 124

Winter in Qinling is very dark.

It was noon, but the visibility in the mountains would never exceed two or three hundred meters.

It was foggy and snowy.

This small village hiding in the valley is as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Outside the solemn ancestral temple.

The huge bronze tripod has been carefully cleaned, and the accumulated snow on the tripod has also been cleaned up, revealing that it has been buried by the snow for a long time and belongs to the solemnity of bronze ware.

The originally empty square has been filled with countless ritual tools and props.

Great uncle's bones are gone.

According to the tradition of the village, after setting up a clothes grave for him, he still needs to hold a memorial ceremony in the square outside the ancestral temple for seven days and seven days before the burial ceremony can be held.

The main character of the funeral was only uncle Tai.

The third uncle was dying, but he was lucky to get back his life.

It's estimated that the third uncle will secretly rejoice when he wakes up.

Zhao Xinghuai and Li he'an hid in the house and drank muggy wine.

Sweet and bitter into the throat, but they want to get drunk.

However, his cultivation is exquisite, so even getting drunk has become an extravagant hope.

Although several days have passed, the appearance of the young man seems to become more and more clear in their minds.

Zhao Xinghuai was two years older than Qin Yongyan in the same year as Li he'an.

The village is neither a sect nor a family.

This is an ordinary village with hundreds of families.

Of course, this village has its special place.

There are hundreds of odd schools and six miscellaneous schools, each of which may have different inheritance.

Zhao Xinghuai, Li he'an and Qin Yongyan learned martial arts, so they played very much since childhood.

As the backbone of the village, Zhao Xinghuai and Li he'an have always had their own pride.

The third uncle is their example.

Great uncle is their dream.

But now, everything is broken.

It was not until that day that they finally understood

What is power.

It is an absolute force and a desperate force.

Everyone was so frightened that the eldest, most powerful and respected uncle Tai in the village died on the spot. After that, no one dared to stand up and say he wanted to avenge him.

The clan elders would be silent. After uncle Tai died, the seven clan elders didn't even dare to show their faces, so they let the man leave in a swagger

Lao Qin is amazing.

She gave birth to a good daughter and found a good son-in-law.

Unexpectedly, they fought with Qin Yongyan for most of their life, but in the end they lost in this aspect.

The more Zhao Xinghuai thought about it, the more depressed he felt. He picked up the earthen jar next to him and drank.

Li he'an was stunned and touched him with the earthen jar.

The wind and snow outside the house remain the same.

After drinking this jar of wine, they have to go out to clean up the snow to prevent the bronze cauldron and magic tools in the square from being buried by the snow.

At least it's a sacrifice for great uncle, and it can't be too shabby.

They were both masters of Danjing, so after drinking the wine, they walked out of the door wearing a single coat casually, and then swept the snow on the ground with a broom.

It was noon, but because the fog blocked the sun, the whole sky looked very gloomy, just like before the rainstorm.

The dreary weather also makes people's mood more dreary.

"Bah, this is terrible weather."

Zhao Xinghuai swept the snow with a broom and scolded with hatred.

Suddenly.

He seemed to feel something, so he quickly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

I saw a black spot on the foggy sky.

The black spots were getting bigger and bigger. Zhao Xinghuai couldn't help standing up straight and looking up his head to see more clearly.

"Lao Li, look!"

Their eyesight was far better than ordinary people, so Lee and Ann immediately found the very small black spot.

Like a person?

But a breath.

The dark shadow had flown directly above their heads.

At this time, they finally saw the figure.

It's him!

The young man is turned into ash. He can recognize it at a glance!

Zhao Xinghuai was startled.

Almost without any thought, he raised his broom and assumed a defensive posture.

However, the young man flying in the sky didn't seem to see them at all.

He didn't see any action, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"No!"

At the sight of the sword, Zhao Xinghuai became anxious.

But before he shouted, he saw the young man gently cut a sword towards the ancestral temple below.

A golden sword came out.

In the process of flying to the ancestral temple, the sword began to grow slowly

At first, it looked like an ordinary long sword.

The blink of an eye has been magnified dozens of times.

When it was close to the ancestral temple, the sword seemed to become a high-speed motor car, directly blocking the waist and bumping into the gate in the middle of the ancestral temple.

Boom!

The gate of the ancestral temple burst and immediately set off thousands of violent airflow.

The wooden gate was stirred into countless pieces in an instant by the raging air flow.

However

It's not over yet.

After hitting the gate of the ancestral temple, the sword continued.

Like the bullet train arriving at the station, the sword went through the front yard and crushed the main hall in one breath until it was cut on the hillside behind the ancestral temple.

The young man cut the ancestral temple in half with a sword!

The sword disappeared.

The riot air became more violent.

Zhao Xinghuai stood in the square, holding Dan and sitting on his crotch, crossing his arms in front of him.

The furious flying sand and gravel constantly hit him, shaking his skin and flesh.

If he resisted so hard, he might be hurt unnecessarily, so Zhao Xing thought about it. He had to put down the master's self-esteem and fell to the ground at once. Then he covered his head with his hands and prayed that the storm would subside soon.

After a long time.

The airflow finally calmed down and the smoke dispersed.

The solemn ancestral temple has now been divided into two, as if the middle part had been deducted by Sheng Sheng.

A scene of ruins.

Zhao Xinghuai lay on the ground and felt that after the storm subsided, he secretly looked up to see the situation.

Lee and Ann lie not far from him.

The open space around the square was full of broken wood and gravel, and the ancestral temple was split in two.

He hesitated for a moment and then looked up at the sky.

The young man

Holding the long sword, he looked down on all sentient beings like a god of heaven.

He gently fell in front of Zhao Xinghuai.

Then his voice spread to Zhao Xinghuai.

"I don't want to kill for no reason..."

"So please tell me..."

"The ghost of Xuannv..."

"Where is it?"

This remark was not made to Zhao Xinghuai alone.

His voice was very quiet, but it sounded in every corner of the village at the same time.

The tranquility of the village was broken.

Countless people came out of the room and poured into the square.

Seen from the sky, it was like a piece of white paper. Suddenly, many ants appeared.

The crowd was crowded, but no one dared to approach the square.

Chen Xi held a long sword and silently stared at the ancestral temple in front of her.

Suddenly.

A group of elders came out from the ruins of the ancestral temple.

There are seven of them. They are all wearing white practice clothes. They are tall, short, fat and thin.

The first man took the leading crutch of Uncle Tai that day. It is estimated that uncle Tai took his place after his death.

Seven old people stood on the steps and looked at Chen Xi from a distance.

After hesitating for a while, the old man who headed the group gently sighed, "you have become a man of heaven since you were young. Why do you have to force us?"

Hearing the speech, Chen Xi couldn't help sneering: "you hand over the ghost of Xuannv, I promise I won't hurt anyone."

The voice fell, but the old man who was the first was silent.

Several old people beside him could not help but look slightly changed.

Immediately after, they silently exchanged their eyes.

The ancient village hides many secrets.

For example, the ghost of Xuannv is actually the key to open the door of heaven.

Tianmen has not appeared for more than 100 years, and Xuannv has changed batch after batch.

It was not until this batch that they finally received the tomorrow and confirmed that the door was about to open.

This is their last chance.

Several old people looked at Chen Xi under the steps and communicated silently.

Choose to give up, or

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