Shi Wuluo sat up from the coffin and did not answer.

The one who stood beside the sarcophagus to assist him in performing the secret method was a thin old man, with only a handful of bones left, wearing a batik wide-sleeved short jacket with a string of snow-silver bats hanging around his waist. Seeing that Shi Wuluo did not answer, he continued to smoke his own cigarette. Shi Wuluo walked out of the coffin, and when he passed the bird skeleton in the center of the altar, he took off a mask and hung it up. It is different from those masks carved by Zhucheng Zhunv.

This mask of Shi Wuluo was carved out of black wood and traced with gold powder. The eyes were deep and long. When hung on the skeleton of a bird, it looked like a goshawk mask hovering high in the sky.

"I was driven back?"

The old man behind him asked nonchalantly.

Shi Wu Luo's footsteps stopped.

The old man tested the accuracy, and then continued to smoke the cigarette on the ground.

"He asked me to go back to Southern Border."

Shi Wu Luo carried the scarlet knife and turned his back to him.

The old man knocked on his pipe, and after his fingers, he realized that this was the fourth time that their first witch had spoken to them this year. he.

"that's it?"

the old man asked.

If it was just like this, wouldn't just raise the knife without a word as soon as woke up, and prepare to go to Qiangling to slay snakes and slaughter demons... If this goes on like this, the group of boys in the clan will have nowhere to sharpen them in the future.

"..."

Shi Wu Luo was silent for a long time and did not answer.

There are torches on the altar, and the light of the torches is printed on the stone surface, reflecting the age-old texture of the stone. He looked at the black stone and the dark fire, thinking about the life scales in the corner of Qiu Bodeng's eyes under the candle and... The last bit is like Zhu Lei and blood, but two descriptions, no matter which one, Shi Wuluo doesn't like it, neither wants to use.

He just wanted to wipe that bit away.

"Oh," the old man understood, "he's angry."

"Um."

Maybe not just angry.

At the last moment, Qiu Bodeng seemed to have opened a door by accident, and before he could get close, he slammed the door coldly and with some extremely sharp emotion.

The old man sighed, turned around, and unsurprisingly saw Shi Wuluo holding the hilt tightly, blood slowly crawling over the back of his pale hand, seeping into the scabbard.

He didn't know who Shi Wuluo fought with before returning to Southern Border.

Even for the witch clan, Shi Wuluo is a mysterious and incomprehensible existence... For so many years, the people of the Wu clan have become accustomed to their leader of the ten sorcerers always leaving without saying hello, or going to the Great Wilderness, or going to Going to Middle-earth, he was taciturn when he left, and he was full of scars when he came back. But this was the first time he had come back with such a serious injury.

The other great witches were all taken aback, even if the Bai clan immediately appeared in front of them, it would not be more worrying than this to launch an attack immediately.

Others were anxious to get angry, and the seriously injured person didn't have any explanation, only left one sentence:

"Open the altar".

"He asked you to come back, so you really only intend to stay in the southern border?" The old man knocked on his pipe, but this time nothing came out, so he untied a bundle of grass leaves from his waist and filled it in bit by bit." He didn't teach you what it's called... perseverance?"

The old man originally wanted to say "stalking and stalking", but he turned the words around, feeling a little disrespectful to that person, and temporarily changed it to something more elegant.

"..."

Shi Wu Luo walked directly under the altar.

"Even what he said, you can't listen to everything. Besides, he just told you to go back to the southern border, and he didn't say you can't go to him again." The treatment that won't get an answer, "If you don't go to him, someone else will go to him."

The footsteps behind him stopped.

"By the way," the old man hurriedly added, "you should go to Wu Xian's place first to treat the injury, then go straight to him, and be careful to be driven back."

The footsteps went towards Lingshan, the old man slowly exhaled the smoke and sighed.

You don't know anything, and everything is taught by him... But some things, you can't wait for that person to teach you.

After a while, a Wumin with an arrow on his back hurried up.

"Elder Wu, a letter from Taiyi."

The old man knocked his pipe against the stone: "Bring it here."

……………………

Zhou Ziyan respectfully held Tai Yijian on the altar.

The large and small sacrifices in Licheng are all held here, but compared with the "return to the water" held the day before yesterday, the scene is undoubtedly much more solemn. Twelve teachers and daughters stand under the gates of the four squares, each with a restrained capacity and a sword. After Zhou Ziyan put Taiyi on the high platform, Elder Tao Rong stood on the second altar and shouted: "Get up!"

The sound of water crashed.

Outside the altar, in the Silver Lake for several miles, pieces of celadon plates shattered out, and in the splash of water droplets, the red candles in the center of the porcelain cups lit up all at once, as if countless lotus leaves suddenly appeared on the water. , there are countless red lotuses on the lotus. The water pattern collided with the firelight, and in an instant, it formed a fusion of heaven and earth.

Lou Jiang, who was on the sidelines in the water pavilion, sucked in a breath of cold air.

"It's amazing..."

He murmured, looking complicated.

Every light and dark of the candle, every change of the water wave, is a flow of the formation technique. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone in this world could calculate the firelight and the water pattern at the same time, and then drift away in such a subtle way. things, arranged a very quiet formation.

The elders' assessment is not wrong.

Zhou Ziyan is indeed the first genius of Shanhaige.

If he hadn't left Shanhaige, had not returned to Licheng, and had not exhausted his time on hundreds of millions of Liyu, anyone could say with certainty that he would have already become famous all over the world.