Now there are nearly a million good demon monks gathered in the Cangyun Mountain Range, which is 800 miles away. Almost all the peaks are lively, but the back mountain of Samsara Peak is as quiet as ever.
Ning Xiangruo stepped on the moonlight and appeared outside the gate of the ancestor's ancestral hall. The place was as quiet as before, so quiet that it made people feel chilly.
The two large pale lanterns swayed slowly in the night wind. From a distance, they looked like two ghost eyes.
The ancestral hall is an important place for any sect.
There are many ancestral halls in Cangyun Gate. There is a large ancestral hall on the front mountain of Samsara Peak. There are also small ancestral halls similar to Yuanshui Xiaozhu where Cangyun elders live.
But the ancestral hall on the back mountain is the most important one. The large ancestral hall on the front mountain is only used to confuse the enemy.
Ning Xiangruo was full of curiosity about the old man guarding the ancestral hall. This old man seemed to know everything.
It was this old man who led him to the bamboo forest for sealing and took out the jade tablet of the Seven Organizations of Banzhu Water.
When he discovered that the head master's uncle was practicing the true method with the earth's evil energy in the secret passage, it was this old man who suddenly appeared and rescued him.
Ning Xiangruo could feel that this old man was not hostile to her, otherwise she would have died long ago.
As soon as she returned to Cangyun tonight, she couldn't wait to come to the back mountain. She wanted to solve the doubts in her heart.
She took a deep breath and pushed open the tall wooden door of the ancestral hall. Jiang Shuiyou was still sitting on the futon in front of the divine table, carefully carving a piece of wood, and the big-eyed beast Nightmare rolled itself into a small
Meatball, lying on the table, fell asleep. When he heard the sound, he just squinted his eyes and continued to sleep.
Sleep.
Ning Xiangruo walked to Jiang Shuiyou, but Jiang Shuiyou didn't look at her, so she went to offer incense to the ancestors of all generations.
After finishing the incense, Jiang Shuiyou said: "You are very violent. It must be caused by your excessive killing in this battle."
Ning Xiangruo said: "I killed a few people, but they are all people who deserve to be killed. If I don't kill them, they will have to kill me."
Jiang Shuiyou nodded and said: "The most taboo thing for cultivators is inner demons, and killing is the easiest way to breed inner demons. You have to remember that your sword only kills those who deserve to be killed. If you have a clear conscience, you will not be attacked by inner demons.
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Ning Xiangruo said: "Thank you for your advice, senior. I just returned to Cangyun from southern Xinjiang today. This time I came here late at night to ask my senior about something."
Jiang Shuiyou said: "It's about that jade tablet, right?" Ning Xiangruo was not surprised that Jiang Shuiyou could guess her purpose. She took out the jade tablet from her arms and said, "Yesterday afternoon, the jade tablet shook.
, seems to be related to a deep horn sound. You told me that the horn of the dead can summon jade tablets.
Yeah, was the horn sound yesterday the horn of the dead?"
As soon as he said this, the wooden sign in Jiang Shuiyou's hand fell down, and the nightmare beast lying on the table, sleeping soundly, also pricked up its ears and slowly raised its head.
The jade plaque on Jiang Shuiyou's body also experienced a series of vibrations yesterday afternoon. At that time, she knew that the horn of the dead had been blown again.
But the sound of the horn cannot travel as far as the Kui Niu drum. So far, she doesn't know where the undead horn is, let alone whose hand it is.
At this moment, Ning Xiangruo said that she heard the sound of the horn yesterday, which meant that the horn of the dead was very, very close to Ning Xiangruo at that time.
Jiang Shuiyou lost his voice and said: "Did you hear the sound of the horn? Who blew the horn of the dead? In whose hands is it?"
Ning Xiangruo shook her head slightly and said, "I don't know who it is either."
She briefly talked to Jiang Shui about what happened at the stone house on the mountainside of Yulong Village yesterday afternoon.
After listening to this, Jiang Shuiyou looked thoughtful.
After a moment, he said: "At that time, there were only five people in the stone house: Ye Xiaochuan, Yun Qiyou, Wanyan without tears, Feng Yuyan, and Wang Zaishan? There shouldn't be horns of the dead on their bodies."
Ning Xiangruo still shook her head and said: "Only these five people went in. As for whether there was anyone in the house at first, I don't know." Just when Jiang Shuiyou was confused, the voice of the Nightmare Beast sounded in her mind, saying
: "The horn of the undead is on Yaoguang, the mermaid. She is the lame girl who held the thunderbolt and struck at Hua Wuyou that day. The horn of the undead was blown yesterday
There are three people on the horn, namely Yao Guang, Ye Xiaochuan, and Yun Qiyou."
Jiang Shuiyou's old face solidified again, and he communicated with the Nightmare Beast in his soul: "How do you know?" The Nightmare Beast said loudly: "There are no secrets in my spiritual realm. Do you think everyone has confusion in them?"
Spiritual Pearl? I placed a soul mark on Ye Xiaochuan's sea of souls. As long as he appears within a radius of three hundred miles from me,
Within the surrounding area, I can easily find him, penetrate into his soul through spiritual power, and read his memory..."
At this point, the Nightmare Beast's voice suddenly stopped.
Jiang Shuiyou asked: "What's wrong with you?"
The nightmare beast's saliva flowed loudly and said: "Don't disturb me, I'm watching a good show..."
His spiritual power quietly seeped into Ye Xiaochuan's soul, and everything Ye Xiaochuan saw was what it saw. Just like now, Ye Xiaochuan squatted at the base of the wall with his butt sticking out, and opened a gap in the window with both hands.
, you can see through the silk screen that on the other side of the screen, a girl is taking a bath, but the bathtub is very high and you can’t see the key painting.
The outline can only be vaguely seen through the candlelight.
So, Ye Xiaochuan pushed the gap in the window wider and stuck his whole head in.
To be honest, he felt that he had failed as a human being.
In the Black Forest of Northern Xinjiang, I vowed to be in love with Senior Sister Yun and established a romantic relationship. It has been several years. According to the normal procedures, the two of them have already been in love with each other and reached the state of bliss together.
As a result, now he can only lean against the wall, and he has never even entered Yun Qiyou's boudoir.
"Sigh..." Wangcai is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He squatted on Ye Xiaochuan's shoulder, his eyes almost popped out, and he couldn't see anything substantial. He was scratching his head and scratching his head because he couldn't bear it.
Yes, I actually called out a few times. Ever since Ye Xiao
On Chuan's shoulder, he flew to the screen beside Yun Qiyou's bathtub.
Now I could see clearly, it was indeed a beauty taking a bath.
When Ye Xiaochuan secretly thought that something was not going well, a black shadow came towards him. Now half of his body was leaning into Yun Qiyou's boudoir through the window. He couldn't hide even if he wanted to, and he only felt a sharp pain in his face.
He groaned, looked closely, and saw that it was a woman's shoe.
Yun Qiyou's shoes could throw more apples than the wind-eroded snow. Ye Xiaochuan's nose was bleeding. As soon as he stretched out his hand to wipe the nose bleeding, a chubby red shadow flew over. He didn't need to look at it, but he knew it by hearing Wangcai's sharp cry.
, it was also thrown out by Yun Qiyou and hit Ye Xiaochuan in the face.
