In a word, in this ghostly place that has never been broken before, Young Master Yan has doubts about his entire life. He finally couldn't bear it any longer, and adhering to the principle of not being happy himself and not letting others be happy, he jumped up, ready to go to Master to settle accounts.

Yan Zhengming threw off the Daotong boy, turned into a headless fly, and angrily touched the broken inn.

Because the inn is too dilapidated, and the owner looks like a black shopkeeper who sells human meat buns, they are the only family here, and the huge yard is empty. After passing by many haunted thatched cottages, Yan Zhengming found his poor and sour master who was plagued by the plague in the innermost one.

However, he did not rush forward, because Yan Zhengming saw from a distance that the real Mu Chun was with the innkeeper Wen Ya.

It doesn't matter if you trouble Master in private, but Yan Zhengming didn't plan to smear Master's face in front of outsiders.

But he finally found it, and just went back like this, he was unwilling, so Master Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally touched the purse and found a piece of cicada wings.

Needless to say, this ghost thing is naturally made by Li Yun. There are five holes on a small piece of cicada's wings. By tying the holes with a thread and hanging it around the neck, it can hinder other people's five senses to a certain extent and hide himself. 's whereabouts.

Of course, what advanced things can Li Yun make? This gadget has limited functions, so you don't need to think about what makes people disappear out of thin air, stealth silence, etc., but if the distance is far enough and the wearer is careful enough, it can play a certain auxiliary role.

This thing is Han Yuan's sharp weapon for digging out the eggs. After being seen by Yan Zhengming, he taught him a righteous lesson, and then took it for himself.

Yan Zhengming went around to the other side of the hut, turned in from the shabby yard and hid behind the hut, intending to wait for the Wen Ya to get out, and then come forward and have a theory with Master.

Yan Zhengming has practiced swords all the year round. Although he doesn't work very hard, he is more agile than ordinary people. With the support of Li Yun's cicada's wings, he barely disturbed the two real people in front of him.

Yan Zhengming found a place to sit down, prepared a face looking for ballast, and waited for the master to see off the guests.

And at this moment, the voices of the two people talking reached his ears.

Wen Ya said: "Last year, I had a vision that the heavens descended, and I still wondered what happened. It turned out that the heavenly demons came to the world. The heavenly demons descended into the world, and the demon king was furious. Coupled with the mutiny of the demons, the blood in the demon valley was bound to flow into the sea, that day. The demon is still in the egg, if that person didn't use his own strength to pacify the chaos, and then sent out the egg of the demon... a blood-bathed demon, tsk, then it must not just be the catastrophe of Fuyao Mountain— —By the way, where is the demon now? Has it hatched?"

The real person Mu Chun replied calmly: "It's in your yard after hatching. I'll go see her in a while, so I don't have to pee on your family."

Wen Ya: "..."

Immediately, Mu Chun didn't wait for him to come back to his senses, his voice suddenly turned a lot more serious, Yan Zhengming heard him even lowered his voice involuntarily and asked, "I ask you, what is the great demon cultivator with the power of Beiming? Who is it, and what has it got to do with my faction, why are you willing to use a soul as a talisman to defend my faction?"

Wen Ya: "He didn't tell you?"

Real Man Mu Chun sighed: "Even if it's a great demon, sacrificing one soul is a heavy blow. After that day, I never saw him again."

Wen Ya listened, and after thinking for a while, she said, "When he asked me to give you that thing, he only claimed that he was an abandoned disciple of the Fuyao faction, and I thought you knew it."

True Master Mu Chun said, "Since the founding of my ancestors, there have been many deviant and apostate people. The 'Bei Mingjun' who I can only tell has two seniors, not to mention those who later went into anonymity and refused to reveal their master's affiliation. "After so many years, how do I know who he is?"

"There is no malice after all." Wen Ya said, "I think you should think about how to deal with your old friend instead of worrying about the remnant soul."

The word "old friend", Wen Ya deliberately lowered her voice, it seemed sinister and deep, with a strong warning meaning, just a few words, others can hear the big man's fear from the words.

Yan Zhengming, who was eavesdropping behind the house, was startled.

An old friend?

This time, Master Mu Chun didn't answer for a long time, Yan Zhengming sat up involuntarily and probed for the probe.

After a long while, the master opened his mouth.

"Brother Wenya," said Mu Chunzhen quietly, "if I...my children, I will trouble you to take more care of them."

Wait, what does this mean?

Yan Zhengming's keenness that he hadn't grown in sixteen years was all added to this ear. He even forgot that he was eavesdropping. He quickly changed his mind and held his breath for a while.

Wen Ya sneered lowly, as if mocking, but don't know who she was mocking.

"Come on, I'm just a small person, how can I afford it?" Wen Ya said, "You Fuyao Mountain are so graceful and eloquent, every generation must have evil spirits, how can a mediocre person with ordinary aptitude be able to hold back? Besides, don't you have a bad guy who is willing to engrave a spell on your soul to protect you from disasters? I think you might as well ask him."

Reality Mu Chun heard Wen Ya's meaning, and wisely did not dwell on this topic.

The two quickly pretended to gossip with ease. These middle-aged and elderly men in the cultivation world knew that the 500-year-old owner was short-sighted, and the chatting of gossip was full of rivers and rivers.

Yan Zhengming almost numb his legs, and then he was sure that he couldn't hear anything, and then he stood up cautiously, and walked back lightly on Nianlu.

In the fire-like weather in June, a cold sweat broke out from his palms.

Yan Zhengming left the master's hut and ran straight into Cheng Qian's place. It was late, Cheng Qian had already fallen asleep, and was dragged out of the quilt by Yan Zhengming alive.

Cheng Qian was disturbed his sleep for no reason, and stared at Yan Zhengming with a face full of rain, as if he was planning to scratch his face.

Yan Zhengming didn't see his face at all. He picked up Cheng Qian's clothes, threw them on his face, and said solemnly, "Put them on and follow me."

Yan Zhengming's brows were furrowed, and he was anxiously circling around Cheng Qian's house, his whole body was almost lost. He didn't notice that the clothes on Cheng Qian's head was just worn today, and he didn't take the opportunity to point out the pickles at his belt. The same dozen folds, but he kept urging Cheng Qian with a heavy heart.

With this detail, Cheng Qian concluded that he had something to do, and at least in Yan Zhengming's eyes, the matter might be a bit serious. He put on a robe hastily, and he didn't even have time to comb his head, so he was dragged away by Yan Zhengming and went to Li Yun and Han Yuan.

Han Yuan didn't find it. Since he got down the mountain, he has become a runaway horse, and he doesn't know where to go.

Li Yun still hadn't slept yet and was still working hard under the oil lamp. When he saw the two of them coming together, he was very surprised at first. Then, his eyes fell on the cicada wings on Yan Zhengming's neck, and he asked a little doubtfully, "Damn it. Senior Brother...is this the corner of who's just listening to it?"

Yan Zhengming gave up looking for Han Yuan, and he didn't talk much. He sat down and wiped a porcelain cup from the inside out seven or eight times.

Li Yun and Cheng Qian glanced at each other, Cheng Qian took the porcelain bowl from Yan Zhengming's hand that had a layer of glaze wiped off, poured him a cup of herbal tea that had been sitting for some time, and Yan Zhengming unknowingly took it and drank it .

Li Yun frowned and asked, "Eldest brother, do you... know the 'old friend'?"

Li Yun was actually very careful, but he was too playful, too distracted, and not very attentive. Yan Zhengming stared at the cold water in the cup for a moment, and admitted: "Not bad."

Cheng Qian answered with certainty: "Then I know, it must be a magic cultivator."

Yan Zhengming: "How do you know?"

In fact, Cheng Qian felt that something was wrong a long time ago - after chanting with Master for a long time, he noticed that although Master often talked nonsense and there were often contradictory things in different scriptures, "the great way has no shape" and "smooth". The content of "Nature's Principles and Nature" is consistent throughout.

Invisibility is naturally right and wrong. All things have the same goal. Cheng Qian has been in the door for so long, and he has never heard Master say that there is anything wrong with demon cultivation, demon cultivation, etc.

Those who hate these things are the big brothers who don't care about them.

Cheng Qian: "Last year, when we were in the Valley of the Demons, the second senior brother talked about magic cultivation, and when he was stopped by the senior senior brother, I felt that... the senior senior brother seemed to reject the magic way."

Yan Zhengming waved his hand: "I'm afraid that he will teach you all with random nonsense."

Cheng Qian's eyelids didn't blink: "Oh, the senior brother sleeps by example every morning, so he must not be afraid of teaching us badly."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Bastards kinda meet the needles!

Yan Zhengming rolled his eyes at him, was silent for a while, and said slowly, "I probably didn't tell you where I met Master, when I was seven or eight years old, I lost my temper for some reason. In a fit of rage, he left Jiading's sight and ran out alone, only to be abducted in the middle."

Looking old at the age of three, this is indeed something that a senior brother can do.

"I remember that the man was a man, very handsome, but his face seemed to be terminally ill, with a layer of death," Yan Zhengming said as he recalled, "He took us to an abandoned Taoist temple."

Cheng Qian blinked: "You?"

"We," Yan Zhengming said, "there are four or five children about my age, except one is a woman, the others are all boys. That person is a demon cultivator, he killed the girl first, and I saw him with my own eyes.Strangled her neck, but did not strangle her directly, but pulled her three souls and seven souls out of her eyebrows. Afterwards, the little girl was still panting and her heart was beating.A skin sack was left on the spot, lingering on for seven or eight days before dying - that was me... the first time I saw a dead person."

Nearly ten years later, Yan Zhengming can still tell every detail of the time, which shows that this broken memory has been engraved in his mind.