Nian Da was full of admiration in his heart: "Uncle Shi, how do you know everything?"

Cheng Qian met his big ignorant eyes, and suddenly felt that this guy didn't even have the value to relieve boredom - he was really annoying.

In the middle of summer, the corpse that had been left for several days was already rotten and smelly. When the shroud was opened, the flies buzzed around and flew to Cheng Qian. They all froze and ran away in a swarm. Down, Cheng Qian put his hand on a child's corpse without paying much attention. In an instant, he saw a black gas jumping up from the corpse, straight into the sky, and turned into a black lacquer in mid-air. Grimace, as soon as he saw Cheng Qian, he wanted to flee in a panic.

Cheng Qian frowned slightly, and chased after him in a flash.

Nian Da may have been a little slow in his response, and it took a while for him to say "Oops", and then he tried to catch up, but Cheng Qian was nowhere to be seen.

He hurriedly took out an epee from the package, and stuffed the rest into Rokuro, so he asked Yujian to chase after him, and shouted, "Uncle! Uncle! Wait for me!"

But there is no trace of Cheng Qian, Nian Da Yujian flew around, and then fell back to the spot, scratching his hair, and said to the villagers in a sullen manner: "I lost the person."

Liu Lang hurriedly said: "Xianchang, can you take me? I grew up in the local area, and I know all the way. I can take you to the place where the white shadows haunt."

Nian looked at him embarrassedly, this young man is not very good at learning, and it is not bad to be able to control the sword by himself, and he can't bring anyone at all. Hearing this, he was too embarrassed to tell the truth, so he had to pretend to cough, put away the heavy sword, and made an excuse: "Alright, but it's easy to get lost in the sky, if you miss my uncle, it will be bad No, let's go to the ground, shall we?"

After he finished speaking, he rummaged through his package and found two cinnabar huáng paper talismans. Although this item does not cost much real yuan to make, it is very particular about the materials, and it can only be used once when it is made. The elders prepared it in advance when the unworthy disciple was not in front of him.

Nian was very picky, and regarded the pair of tricks as a pair of eyes. Then he picked out two fast-moving spells from the middle, stuck one on each of his and Liulang's legs, and shouted: "Go!"

Rokuro's face suddenly turned pale, and he dragged Juechen away swiftly.

Neither of them saw either of them, but on a large elm tree next to them, a golden cicada that had been lying there for a long time pretended to "know" for a while, and then quietly flew down from the tree. , chasing Nian Da and Liu Lang, but it was less than three or four miles away, and suddenly it seemed to have encountered something, and its figure froze.

I saw the golden silk cicada hovering twice on the side of the road, and it turned into a leaf when it fell to the ground. .

Among the 100,000 mountains in the middle of Shu, a young man and a woman were standing on a hillside and looking down. The two were Li Yun and the puddle that had been in Kyushu for most of the time.

Shuikang said: "Senior brother, let me tell you, he will go to visit Mingming Valley Master first - after all, it is someone else's territory. We are here, so it's better not to say hello."

Li Yun nodded and was about to ask something when suddenly he heard a faint beeping sound. He raised his head and saw his crystal-clear golden cicada flew back and landed on Li Yun's shoulder obediently.

"Golden Cicada?" Shuideng wondered, "Could it be that it found the magic cultivator so quickly?"

With a wave of Li Yun's hand, Jin Sichan suddenly melted into the air, and a depressed village immediately appeared in front of the two of them. A young man in tattered clothes led two monks to the village.

I saw that the young cultivator walking in front entered Jin Sichan's field of vision, suddenly noticed something, turned around abruptly, and then the entire image disappeared.

Puddle: "Ah..."

"It's nothing," Li Yun said, not very unusual, only, "This person must be a master above the primordial spirit. I don't know why he has hidden his cultivation base. The primordial spirit cultivator feels extremely keen, and he can be detected at a glance. With such great power, Jin Sichan may not dare to open his eyes during this section of the road."

As soon as he finished speaking, the picture reappeared - I saw that this time it was a thatched hut with a row of corpses under the eaves. The person who had almost discovered Jinsi Chan had disappeared, and another young cultivator was screaming. After calling "Uncle Shi" for a long time, Yu Jian flew around again, and was persuaded by a villager boy in a few words. He took the boy with him. Immediately, the cicada seemed to have encountered something, and suddenly stopped following, and the picture disappeared.

Li Yun put Chan in the palm of his hand and said, "That place makes it feel dangerous, so I don't dare to follow it any more... Well, when the big brother comes back, let's go check it out."

"Wait!" Shuideng grabbed Li Yun's shoulder and said anxiously, "Second Senior Brother, read it again, at the beginning, I want to see the person who appeared at the beginning!"

"What's so good about it? It's gone in a flash, and I can't see clearly," Li Yun said in confusion, "Isn't that kid who was so squeamish just now called 'Shishu', he must be an elder in his sect? What's the matter? ?"

"It's that blurry profile face," Shuideng said, "I think... he looks a bit like Third Senior Brother."

Chapter 52

Li Yun was taken aback for a while, then the smile on his face dimmed, and he asked, "Why, do you still remember your little brother?"

"Of course I do," Shuikeng said in disbelief, "I not only remember what he looked like later, but also when he was a child, the third senior brother loved me the most—and even if I really don't remember, the senior brother painted him almost a year ago. It's been a hundred years, can I not recognize it?"

Every generation of Fuyao Sect disciples have a tradition of keeping their portraits in the ninth-floor scripture building. Even if they can't go back now, Yan Zhengming always wanted to keep a picture for Cheng Qian, but unfortunately he deleted and edited it and repeated it over and over again. , so far no one has been formed.

Li Yun said with a smile: "You don't have a conscience, don't we all hurt you?"

He said, and followed the puddle to take a second look, but he only felt that the man flashed by like a glimpse, and saw nothing.

"Your little brother has been upright since he was a child. People who are good looking may look a little bit alike, so there's nothing to make a fuss about," Li Yun paused, and then ordered, "By the way, don't say this to the senior brother. Say, be careful he attacks you."

Shuideng replied casually, but his eyes kept rolling, and he thought without shame: "This little brother is so pleasing to the eye, I have to get to know him later."

When she thought about it, she was inexplicably impatient. She spread her wings and flew into the air, complaining, "Why hasn't the senior brother come back? Are you planning to stay in that Mingming Valley to be your son-in-law?"

There is no need to use True Yuan, Shuideng is born with a pair of clairvoyant eyes, and she can see animals running dozens of miles away with just a glance. She glanced around aimlessly, and suddenly saw a frost-like sword light rising into the sky in the distance. With the sword light, the puddle noticed that the place was covered with an imperceptible blood.

I don't know who's sword qi, instantly brought a piece of frost, and it swelled like a sea cháo, like a breeze sweeping leaves, swept the blood qi into the air. Then, a thick black mist escaped and disappeared in all directions in a blink of an eye.

Puddle looked stunned.

The memories that have not been dusted are separated by the ruthless light, and rolled to the front in a blink of an eye. In the small courtyard in the late autumn of the island, there was a young man who seemed to be on a whim, tilted his head and smiled at her: "Little Junior Sister, let me show you. What is a sea cháo sword—"

Vaguely in front of you.

Puddle's heart was beating wildly.

She suddenly spread her wings to the maximum, ignoring Li Yun's shouting on the ground, and flew in the direction of the sword light.

Let’s talk about that sword—Cheng Qian chased after the ghost face and shadow on the corpse at that time. He had seen Jiang Peng, the big ghost repair, with his own eyes, and he had been with the ghost Tang Zhen who escaped from the Soul Eater Lamp for many years. The soul-devouring lamp's unresolved hostility was very familiar, and he felt it as soon as the shadow came out.

At the same time, became more and more puzzled. Ghosts are usually formed souls or primordial spirits. Which one looks like a rag?

The rag-like shadow escaped more than ten miles and plunged into a mountain.

Before Cheng Qian stepped in, he could already smell the choking blood in the mountain. He didn't go in rashly, but just separated a ray of divine consciousness at the mouth of the mountain. When he reached the Primordial Spirit cultivator, the divine consciousness was released, and he could be in a radius of a hundred miles. There was no escape in his eyes.

But there seemed to be a thick layer of fog in the mountain, and Cheng Qian could only reluctantly see that there seemed to be something deep in the mountain. There was an undisguised voice - Nian Da pulled his loud voice and said aloud: "Little brother, are you saying that the body was nearby at that time?"

Another younger voice replied, "Yeah, all of us in the village saw that white shadow here."

Cheng Qian frowned, when he was about to hide his figure, and watched the two people walk to the mouth of the mountain. He had seen Liu Lang several times, and he had the impression of a young man with a beautiful face, but at this time, the leader Liu Lang, who walked into the mountain in the next year, looked very sullen. Looking closely, his eyes were dim, and there seemed to be a gray fog in his pupils. The closer he got to the mouth, the thicker the fog.

Seeing that Nian Da, a slack-eyed 250, didn't notice anything wrong, he followed Liu Lang into the mountain with straight brows. Transformed by Ju Lingyu, it is very good at restraining anger. It is much easier than ordinary flesh, and it is convenient to pretend to be dead at any time.

Nian Da said as he walked, "Don't say it, this mountain really looks like someone died, and it smells like a fishy smell."

Cheng Qian listened to it not far or near, and felt powerless in his heart—this insight is absolutely incredible.

Rokuro didn't answer, his eyes were straight ahead to lead the way, the boy's footsteps knocked on the ground, and there was no change in the interval for a while.