"Then... is Xiaoliu coming back?" Ziming heard this and was about to leave, but he asked casually as soon as he took one step.

"Young Master Ziyan hasn't come back yet! And the young man has not received any instructor..." The soul sage replied quickly.

"Okay!" Ziming nodded, with a hint of hesitation on his face. He turned to look at Xiao Hua and others, as if he was thinking about something.

When Xiao Hua saw Ziming's expression, he also woke up and hurriedly sent a message: "Minye, Mr. Wu is not here, this Houtuzhai Ji Man is the supreme, so we... should we avoid his sharpness first?"

Ziming smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and did not answer Xiao Hua, and ordered the soul priest to say, "Go and report to Ji Man and explain what happened to me when I came back to see if I received the distinguished guests in the Welcoming Hall!"

"Yes, I understand!" The soul sir dared not neglect and went forward.

Seeing that the soul slayer had gone far, Xiao Hua whispered again: "It seems that the hundreds of soul slayers led by Zi Yan have not come back yet. I guess that guy took the God Guard and the soul slayer out by killing Hanba. I don't know if Ji Man knows that Zi Yan's target is you! Moreover, those soul sects have seen us, and even more so. Now Ji Man is the only one in this Wu Village. Without the protection of Wu Lao, I will wait..."

Ziming thought for a moment and smiled bitterly: "As far as Xiaosheng knows, Mr. Wu has never left Houtu Village, who knows why he went out this time! Since Xiaosheng has returned to Houtu Village, there is no reason why he can't go in? As for whether Ji Man knows Zi Yan's purpose, Xiaosheng can't judge. After all, Ji Man has been good to me since she was a child! Even this soul-falling lamp was not in a hurry. Xiaosheng couldn't judge without getting the memory of the demon!"

Then, Ziming looked at the purple party on the gentle slope and said word by word: "Xiaosheng can only bet now! After the bet, Xiaoliu was taken over by the demon, and Ji Man was not trapped by my soul technique of Mengshan!"

"Okay!" Xiao Hua nodded, "Actually, it's not that easy for the demon to take over the body...!"

"Oh, I'm going to take Fellow Daoist Xiao to try the depth again!" Ziming and Xiao Hua and others had already arrived in front of the red sect and said quietly.

Xiao Hua looked up, but saw that the red gate was several feet tall. It was very magnificent. It was just a simple red on it and looked very flat. However, the red was extremely strange. When his eyes swept over, he actually felt like he was sucking his whole body into it! There were buildings of the same color around the red gate. On these buildings were some strange runes. In addition to the runes everywhere, there were also some fist-sized patterns. After carefully reading, he could see clearly. The fist-sized pattern actually contained some extremely complex and tiny stories. In this story, there were natives, soul sects, strange soul beasts, and the images of great gods.

Taking his eyes back from these places, Xiao Hua stopped slightly and smiled: "If there is water, try the depth. Otherwise, you will never be able to pass through this water! Junior Brother Xiao, you... are the protagonist today, Xiao is going to be behind Senior Brother Li!"

"Haha, OK! Big Brother!" Xiao Mao walked behind Li Zongbao and others in a habit. After hearing this, he took a few steps behind Ziming, and Li Zongbao also made great strides and said nothing.

"Oh. I never felt that this step was so difficult! No one knew whether this step was going... life or death!" After Ziming sighed, his voice was very heavy. He raised his foot and stepped over the vermilion threshold that was higher than his knees.

"Walking over will make the sky wider!" Xiao Mao said meaningfully behind Ziming.

"Not necessarily?" Ziming had already entered the Zhumen, looking at another huge square behind the Zhumen. He said, "Mai is here, but who knows whether he is facing a calm sea? Or a surging sea?"

Xiao Hua was quite sighing after hearing it, but it wasn't it. Ziming had just thought of lighting up the Soul-falling lamp, fighting for his position as Ji Man, and finding a chance to resurrect Midnight. But now, Zi Yan's move suddenly tear apart each other's family affection, which made Ziming see that the peaceful Houtuzhai, in addition to facing the drastic changes in millions of Mengshan Mountains, also had to face the test of family affection and the cruelty of power.

Maybe Ziyan is no longer the Ziyan he used to be, but what about family affection? Is it still the family affection he used to be?

Walking through the square and passing through several palaces, Xiao Hua felt that he seemed to have returned to the Yulei Sect. Even the elegant and brilliant palaces and pavilions were far from comparable to the eight thunder palaces of the Yulei Sect. Looking at Li Zongbao, he also had a look of astonishment on his face. It’s not bad. This is just Houtu Village. The momentum of this palace alone can suppress the Jile Sect and Yulei Sect. These millions of Mengshan... Tsk tsk, it’s really “uncivilized”!!!

Seeing a magnificent palace in front of him, some soul squads were cruising on duty in front of the door. Ziming pointed his hand and said, "In front is the Welcoming Hall of my Houtu Village. Whenever there are distinguished guests, Wu Lao and Ji Man will be entertained in this hall! Mr. Xiao is a descendant of the great god Shebi, and he can even get the loyalty of Hanba. In the future, he will be my famous Wu Lao in Mengshan, and it is worth the opening of the Welcoming Hall of my Houtu Village!"

"Thank you, Ziming!" Xiao Mao smiled.

However, before Ziming brought Xiao Mao to the hall, the vermilion door was not wide open. Instead, the soul sage who had previously sent a message stood there awkwardly and bowed, "Miss, Ji Man asked Mr. Xiao to go to Huaixin Pavilion! She was there to meet Mr. Xiao."

"Huaixin Pavilion?" Ziming was stunned, with a hint of displeasure on his face.

"If there is nothing wrong with the lady, the young man will go out for a tour~" the soul sergeant hurriedly left.

"Go~" Ziming waved his hand and gave a light order.

When the soul slayer left, Ziming smiled and said, "Young Master Xiao, I'm so full of words!"

"It's okay, it's done anywhere. Now Xiao's name is not right. Having met Ji Man, he has seen his elders. Xiao has no idea!" Xiao Mao hurriedly comforted.

"Okay!" Ziming bit his lip slightly and said, "The Huaixin Pavilion is the place where Ji Man used when he met Ji Man, a subordinate of Wuzhai, under Houtu Village. Ji Man's approach seemed to be..."

"I'll know when I go!" Xiao Mao felt a little unhappy, but he couldn't say anything.

Sure enough, the Huaixin Pavilion is indeed much smaller than the Yingbin Hall. It is just a two-story pavilion along the mountain. There are thick trees under the pavilion, and there is no proper water flow, and it looks a bit simple.

Walking along the curved corridor in front of Huaixin Pavilion to the front of the small building, several maids with slightly dark skin bowed and bowed to the salute. Ziming and others sorted out their clothes and went downstairs under the guidance of the maid.

But this is an exquisite room of more than ten feet in size, with some animal skins on all four walls, some strange decorations, and some calligraphy and paintings!

"Silk~" As Li Zongbao entered the pavilion, his eyes swept, and he fell on these calligraphy and paintings. He took a breath of cold air. The animal skins and decorations were all filled with the breath of millions of Mengshan Mountains, but these calligraphy and paintings were all traces of the inscriptions of Ar, and none of them were green seal script!

"Confucianism?" Thinking of the strange scenery of Houtu Village outside before, Xiao Hua suddenly understood that there were not only soul cultivators, but also Confucianism in Houtu Village.

"Oh, it's messy, it's messy!" Xiao Hua sighed and closed his eyes, really looking up at the top of the room...

"Zi Ming, are you back? How are you getting it?" A kind voice came from above, and Xiao Hua's eyes fell on that place.

Sitting above the room was an old woman with white hair. The old woman was quite tall. Although she was sitting cross-legged on the ground, she looked tall and short to an ordinary person. The old woman's face did not have too many wrinkles, and it had a faint luster, which looked similar to a middle-aged woman, but the luster was a bit black, and the old woman's not white skin color was somewhat similar to the black clothes on the old woman's body.

However, the old woman's face was very kind, and with this kind voice, she suddenly felt amiable.

Xiao Hua's eyes swept over Ji Man, and his heart skipped a beat, and immediately became alert. Yes, although Xiao Hua did not use his divine consciousness to visit, he even knew that his magic might not be able to see the depth of Ji Man's cultivation. Ji Man was sitting there quietly, no different from an ordinary old woman, without the vague figure of the Taoist master, nor the feeling of flashing aura that could not be measured. However, this real existence made Xiao Hua's eyes feel like he was looking up to him. This was just a feeling, an indescribable reason.

This is the first master Xiao Hua has encountered since he entered Million Mengshan Mountain. Xiao Hua felt powerless in his heart. Even if he wanted to attack Ji Man, he would not know how to take action.

Xiao Hua just took a look and immediately lowered his head again. After all, the protagonist today was Xiao Mao.

"Report to Ji Man!" Ziming did not dare to be negligent, so he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed and said, "I have gained a lot when I go out this time!"

"Oh?" the old woman raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Is it because you are sure to ignite the Soul-falling Lamp?"

"Not bad!" Ziming said with a smile, "The child has obtained a secret technique, and now he is sure to light up the Soul-falling Lamp!"

"Oh, there is such a secret technique in this world? Can it actually light up the Soul-falling Lamp?" the old woman said with a smile, "This really makes my body open my eyes!"

Zi Ming bit his lip slightly, thought for a while, and bowed and said, "Report to Ji Man, Child... I had a little concealed from Ji Man before, that the soul-falling lamp... was actually broken. Child went to the soul-refining cave this time and asked Master Ke Qin to take action to repair the soul-falling lamp!"

The old woman's expression remained unchanged at all, and she still smiled: "Ke Qin finally took action? Unfortunately... this is his third time to repair the soul treasure. He is afraid he has returned to the arms of the Great God Houtu?"

Zi Ming's eyes flashed and said word by word: "Master Keqin returned to the embrace of the Great God Houtu, but he was moved by the kindness of the people of Mengshan in his heart. He took him into his arms when the Great God Houtu was worshiping the night!"

"Oh?" the old woman raised her eyebrows, folded her hands together and said to the sky, "Thank you, the great god, really, has opened her eyes, and has given Ke Qin a good ending!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. Read.)
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