On that day, Young Master Yan didn't even come out to eat - was the rice in the broken inn for people to eat?

He stuffed two snacks sickly, and couldn't sleep in pain at night.

Although the Taoist boy had cleaned the thatched hut he was staying from inside to outside for 180 times, he still felt that the mattress smelled, the bed board made him unable to sleep, the room was stuffy and hot, and the fragrance was distracting.

In short, in this unprecedented ghost place, Young Master Yan had a thorny suspicion of his whole life. He finally couldn't bear it anymore. Adhering to the principle of not being happy with his own displeasure and not letting others enjoy it, he jumped up and prepared to settle the score with his master.

Yan Zhengming threw off the Taoist boy, turned into a headless fly, and ran into a angrily in the broken inn.

Because the inn is too broken, the boss looks like a black shop owner selling human meat buns. The only one who stays here is theirs. The huge yard is empty. Yan Zhengming passed many thatched houses like haunted houses, and found his poor master who was suffering from plague in the inner room.

However, he did not come forward rashly because Yan Zhengming saw from afar that Mu Chun was with the inn owner Wen Ya.

It doesn't matter if you ask your master for trouble in private, but Yan Zhengming did not intend to save his master's face in front of outsiders.

But after finally finding him, he was unwilling to go back like this, so Young Master Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally touched his purse and found a cicada wing.

Needless to say, this ghost thing was naturally made by Li Yun. There are five holes on a small cicada's wing. Tie the holes with thread and hang them around your neck, which can hinder others' five senses to a certain extent and hide your 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, invisible breathing, etc., but if it is far away enough and the person wearing it is careful enough, it can play a certain auxiliary role.

This thing was a powerful weapon for Han Yuan to dig bird eggs. Yan Zhengming saw it and taught him a lesson righteously, and then took it for himself.

Yan Zhengming walked around the other side of the hut, flipped in from the broken yard that was airtight, hid behind the hut, and planned to wait for the man named Wen Ya to get out and then come forward to argue with his master.

Yan Zhengming practices swords all year round. Although he doesn't work hard, he is more flexible than ordinary people. With the protection of Li Yun's cicada wing, he did not alarm the two real people in front of him without any danger.

Yan Zhengming found a place to sit down, prepared a face to find fault, and waited for his master to see him off.

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

Wen Ya said: "I calculated the strange phenomenon from the sky last year, but I still thought about what it was. It turned out that the heavenly demon came to the world. The heavenly demon came to the world, and the demon king was furious. In addition, the demon mutiny, the demon wanted to flow into a sea of ​​blood in the demon valley. The demon was still in the egg. If the man did not forcefully quell the chaos with his own strength, he sent the heavenly demon egg out... a heavenly demon born in blood, tsk, it must be not just the disaster of Fuyao Mountain - by the way, where is the heavenly demon now? Has it hatched?"

True Man Mu Chun replied calmly: "It's hatched, it's just in your yard. I'm going to see her later to avoid peeing your bed."

Wen Ya: “…”

Then, Mu Chun didn't wait for him to come back to his senses, and his voice suddenly became much more serious. Yan Zhengming heard him and even lowered his voice involuntarily and asked: "I ask you, who is the great demon cultivator with the power of Beiming, what is the relationship with my sect? Why are he willing to use a soul as a talisman to block the disaster for my sect?"

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

True Man Mu Chun sighed: "Even if it is a great demon, sacrificing his soul will be a heavy blow. I have never seen him again after that day."

Wen Ya heard this and thought for a while before saying, "When he asked me to hand over that thing to you, he only claimed that he was an abandoned disciple of the Fuyao Sect, and I thought you knew him."

True Ren Mu Chun said: "Since the founding of the ancestors, there are many rebellious people. The "Beiming Lord" I can tell, there are two seniors, let alone those who later refused to reveal their masters after being incognito... After so many years, how can I know who he is?"

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

Wen Ya deliberately lowered the voice, making her look gloomy and low, with a strong warning meaning. With just a few words, others can hear the fear of this big man from the lines.

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

An old friend?

This time, Mu Chun Zhenren had no answer for a long time, and Yan Zhengming couldn't help but sit up straight and poke his head.

After a while, the master spoke.

"Brother Wen Ya," said Mu Chun quietly, "If I... my children, I will ask you to take care of you."

Wait, what does this mean?

Yan Zhengming's keenness that had not grown after 16 years of living was added to this ear. He even forgot that he was eavesdropping, and he changed his mind quickly and held his breath for a moment.

Wen Ya sneered softly, as if she was mocking someone, but I don’t know who she was mocking.

"You can do it, I'm just a little person, how can I afford it?" Wen Ya said, "You are so beautiful and beautiful in Fuyao Mountain. Every generation will have evil spirits. How can ordinary people like me be able to suppress it? Besides, don't you have a sucker who is willing to carve talismans on your soul to block disasters for you? I think you might as well ask him."

When Mu Chun heard Wen Ya's meaning, he also tactfully did not bother with this topic.

The two soon pretended to be relaxed and started gossiping. These middle-aged and elderly men in the cultivation world knew about the five hundred years of family and family issues. When chatting about gossip, they talked endlessly.

Yan Zhengming almost numbed his legs, and then he was sure that he could not hear anything. Then he stood up carefully and walked back with his hands and feet from the road.

In June, the weather was like a stove, and his palms were filled with cold sweat.

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

Cheng Qian was disturbed by someone for no reason and stared at Yan Zhengming with a storm on his face, as if he was about to scratch his face.

Yan Zhengming didn't see his face at all. He picked up the clothes on the head of Cheng Qian's bedside, threw them on his face, and said solemnly: "Put it on, come with me."

Yan Zhengming frowned and was anxiously wandering around Cheng Qian's house. He was almost absent-minded. He neither noticed that the clothes on the head of Cheng Qian's bed were just worn today, nor did he take the opportunity to criticize the likes of dried pickles on his belt. He just kept urging Cheng Qian with great worries.

With this detail, Cheng Qian concluded that he had something to do, and at least in Yan Zhengming's eyes, this matter might be a bit serious. He put on a robe and didn't even have time to comb his head, he was dragged away by Yan Zhengming and went to Li Yun and Han Yuan's place without even having time to comb his head.

Han Yuan didn't look for it. Since he got down the mountain, he became a horse that broke away and didn't know where to go.

Li Yun was not asleep yet and was still working 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 in confusion: "Senior Brother... Are you just listening to whom?"

Yan Zhengming gave up looking for Han Yuan. He didn't argue too much. He sat down and wiped a porcelain cup from inside to outside seven or eight times. At the same time, he absent-mindedly said what he had just heard from his master.

Li Yun and Cheng Qian looked at each other. Cheng Qian took the porcelain bowl with a layer of glaze removed from Yan Zhengming's hand, poured him a cup of herbal tea that had been left for unknown amount of time. Yan Zhengming took it over and drank it unknowingly.

Li Yun frowned and asked, "Senior Brother, do you... know about the 'old friend'?"

Li Yun was actually very meticulous, but she was too playful and was indulging in other people's ways, not very focused. Yan Zhengming lowered his head and stared at the cold water in the cup for a moment, and admitted: "Not bad."

Cheng Qian continued with great certainty: "Then I understand, I must be a demon cultivator."

Yan Zhengming: "How do you know?"

Cheng Qian actually felt something was wrong long ago - after he followed his master to recite scriptures for a long time, he noticed that although the master often talked nonsense and there were often contradictory things in different scriptures, the content of "the great way is invisible" and "following the laws of nature" runs through the whole process.

Invisible naturally means no right or wrong. All things are different and the same way. Cheng Qian has been in the door for so long, but he has never heard the master say something wrong with demon cultivating, demon cultivating, etc.

Those who hate these things are not concerned about them.

Cheng Qian: "Last year when we were in the Demon Valley, the second senior brother talked about the demon cultivator. When the elder brother stopped him, I felt... the elder brother seemed to be particularly repelling the demonic way."

Yan Zhengming waved his hand: "I'm afraid that he will ruin you by swearing."

Cheng Qian didn't blink his eyelids: "Oh, that senior brother will sleep by example every morning class, and I guess he won't be afraid of teaching us badly."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

The bastard is quite good at finding a chance!

Yan Zhengming gave him a blank look, silent for a while, and said slowly: "I probably didn't tell you where I saw my master. When I was seven or eight years old, I once had a temper because of something. I left the servant's sight in anger and ran out alone, but was abducted from the middle of the way."

It seems like something that the senior brother can do when he is three years old.

"I remember that man was a man, very handsome, but his face seemed to be terminally ill, with a layer of death," Yan Zhengming said while recalling, "He brought us to an abandoned ruined Taoist temple."

Cheng Qian blinked: "You guys?"

"We," Yan Zhengming said, "There are four or five children about my age, except for one of them, and the others are boys. The man was a demon cultivator. He killed the girl first. I saw him pinching her neck with his own eyes, but he did not strangle her to death directly, but pulled her three souls and seven spirits out of her eyebrows alive. Afterwards, the little girl was still breathing and her heart was still beating, leaving a skin in place, and she survived for seven or eight days before she died - that was my... the first time I saw a dead person."

After nearly ten years, Yan Zhengming was able to tell every detail of the time, which shows that this broken memory was engraved in his mind.

Li Yun was stunned when he heard this: "What's the use of a demon cultivator killing a child?"

Yan Zhengming said: "He threw the girl's soul into a lamp with very smelly lamp oil. The flames immediately jumped and grew up, and it never died. Then we were us. He did not kill us directly, but took our blood every day and poured it into the lamp oil. At first, there was nothing but a little disgusting, but the young children did not have that much blood. In a few days, someone could not hold on and was almost dying."

Cheng Qian heard this, and the more he heard it, the more familiar he felt, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Is it the Soul-Devouring Lamp..."

Li Yun: "What?"

Yan Zhengming's expression suddenly became sharp: "How do you know?"

Cheng Qian: "I have seen it in the scripture building that the soul-devouring lamp can be used to refine the soul. The lowest level is to use the soul of a virgin as the wick, and the refined corpse oil and the blood of a virgin as the lamp oil. It can burn for forty-nine days to refine the soul of a girl into his own ghost shadow. This is one of the demonic paths, called the ghost path."

Yan Zhengming grabbed his wrist and said harshly: "Cheng Qian, I will open the door of the sutra for you to see how you can bleed and refine your soul?"

Cheng Qian was not afraid of him, and said with confidence: "I didn't say I didn't let you see it. The magic path was three thousand, I just flipped it around casually."

"Okay," Li Yun was very clever. When he saw that the topic was wrong, he immediately pulled back, "Senior Brother, please continue to say, how did the murderous demon cultivator do later? Could it be that the master saved you, so you got started with him?"

Yan Zhengming gave Cheng Qian a fierce look: "It was indeed the master who saved me, but that was not the key..."

When he said this, he couldn't help but pause: "Master and the devil know each other. I heard it with my own ears. Master called him 'Senior Brother'."
Chapter completed!