When the people left the courtyard, the ancestral hall returned to calm, except for the dark blue light barrier at the door that was still flickering.
‘Take it!’
Cheng Yu took back the little water and performed the magic, and all the lamp oil flew back into the ancestral hall.
He took a long breath and listened carefully again to confirm. He could no longer hear the sound of Huang Shan and her thin breathing.
His escape skills are so good that he can fly faster than himself in one breath.
Above the head of the cat demon outside the courtyard wall, the dark blue demon soul fire is still there, and its breathing is even, as if it is sleeping.
The series of events just now happened so tightly that Cheng Yu had the opportunity to summon his soul.
I saw a group of underworld officials and martial judges floating in the sky on both sides of the ancestral hall.
And they are all familiar with each other. They are Black and Silver, the two generals who had interacted with each other at the Martial Temple last time, leading several of their subordinates to patrol Yinza.
Seeing Cheng Yu summoning his soul to look at them, all the Yinmen clasped their fists and saluted.
Cheng Yu nodded slightly and returned the gift.
These people from Wujun Palace arrived very quickly, but they were watching the whole process. As expected, they really would not interfere at all in the affairs of the underworld.
Regarding Huang Shan's sudden departure just now, Cheng Yu had no mind-reading skills and was naturally confused throughout the whole process.
He didn't know why, but this daughter of a boudoir who looked like a great demon in disguise was suddenly in a daze while the fight was going on, and then left the scene without hesitation.
There are inevitably three emergencies in life...
Are there demons too?
However, the way she was in a hurry at the end did look a bit like it.
Cheng Yu immediately rejected this ridiculous idea. He was a practitioner after all.
In all likelihood, they were scared away by the thunder. Just like the orange cat demon back then, when the demon cultivators heard the thunder, they probably had the instinct to avoid it.
Looking up, the dark clouds are still hovering above my head, it seems different from before.
It took a long time to perform the Little Water Movement this time. Maybe Dark Cloud needs some time to digest and calm down.
But he remembered that on the night when he first learned the water technique in the Dragon King Temple, he performed the "avoidance" formula for the water technique for a much longer time than this time, and there was not such thunder and lightning.
Is it because a thunder has been struck before and it needs to be charged again?
Cheng Yu shook his head and stopped guessing. He returned his soul to his bird body. He was about to use the small water technique to send the orange cat demon back to the Bell and Drum Tower first, but he heard footsteps walking towards the ancestral hall.
Come.
The steps of the visitor were quick but orderly, and the sound of breathing and gasping was obviously suppressed, which seemed to be a little sneaky and slightly excited.
At least they are no longer fairies.
Cheng Yu landed on the wall of the courtyard and stared quietly at the direction of the footsteps. After a while, he saw a person in the distance coming towards this side quietly with three soul fires on his body.
At the same time, Cheng Yu also heard the visitor whispering:
"Ten years! Ten years..."
Hearing this, Cheng Yu smiled inwardly, and his colleagues also came to join in the fun.
He keeps saying "ten years" all the way. Does it mean that it has been ten years since he traveled through time?
That should be considered a senior brother.
In the middle of the night, he came to this remote ancestral hall alone, without even bringing along the child who was always close to him.
The old Taoist was very cautious along the way, still holding a half-length object in his hand. Only when he got closer did he see clearly that it was the sheathed sword.
The fight between the orange cat demon and Huang Shan just now was almost silent, and even the people in the nearby Qian Mansion were not disturbed. The old man's residence is in the front yard, which is further away.
At this moment, he suddenly held a sword in his hand and muttered, "Why are you here?"
……
"Huh...huh..."
Huo Yazi tiptoed all the way to the door of the ancestral hall. First he smelled a faint smell of lamp oil, and then saw that the door of the ancestral hall was locked. He stepped forward and pushed it gently. The door was not cracked enough to allow him to pass.
He looked inside through the crack in the door, and first saw the cyan light curtain at the palace door, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Pulling out the sheathed sword again, the black broken sword was still glowing with green light, and it was a bit brighter than before.
The old Taoist suppressed his excitement, looked around, and moved a stone to a corner of the courtyard wall.
Sheathed the broken ebony sword, inserted it diagonally into the belt on the back, stepped on the stone tremblingly, and climbed up the wall.
After confirming that no one was in the hospital, he fell into the hospital with a "plop".
"Ouch..."
Huo Yazi sat on the ground rubbing his waist, not daring to cry out in pain, so he had no choice but to get up and pull out the broken ebony sword behind him.
This dark broken sword is not only glowing with green light at the moment, but also "buzzing" and trembling slightly.
"Ah..."
Holding a broken sword in his hand, Huo Yazi looked towards the ancestral hall, his lips trembling slightly as he wanted to say something but couldn't.
He had just finished dinner in the house and was drinking tea in a daze when he accidentally noticed something strange about the sheathed sword by the bedside.
There is a glimmer of green light emitting from the gap at the entrance of the scabbard.
This broken sword has been with him for many years and has only been used once before.
Not long ago, he accidentally discovered it when he was riding a donkey passing by Qingchuan County.
At that time, he was extra cautious and did not tell Feiyan. He immediately changed his itinerary and decided to go to the city.
After entering the city, I wandered around the city so much that Feiyan began to complain incessantly. He happened to pass by the gate of Qian's Mansion and secretly pulled out the broken sword. The smaller half of the sword's blade was already lit up.
Only then did he sneak into Qian's Mansion.
Unexpectedly, after entering the house, it never showed up again.
This time when he saw the whole broken sword glowing again, he hurriedly suppressed his excitement, put away the broken sword, excused himself, and then took the broken sword and looked for direction in the courtyard.
After turning around in a circle, only when the broken sword pointed in the direction of the ancestral hall, the blue light would shine brightly, so he excitedly went alone, avoiding the night watchman in the house, climbed over the partition wall between the front and back yards, and quietly came to the ancestral hall.
.
At this moment, he rubbed his lower back and got up from the ground, holding the broken sword tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice as he moved towards the ancestral hall:
"Ten years...I, Pi Zhigao, have been working hard for ten years, and finally the golden finger is here!"
Goldfinger...
When the little sparrow standing on the courtyard wall heard the old Taoist pronounce the words "Golden Finger", he suddenly felt a familiar and strange feeling.
From this point of view, the era this guy lived in before time travel should be very close to mine.
Napi Zhigao should be his real name before time travel.
Pi Zhigao...
Why does it sound so familiar?
Cheng Yu already has some vague and dusty past life memories, which are being restarted one by one.
Pi Zhigao!
Fatty?
Thinking of the word "Fat Man", a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through Cheng Yu's heart, and all the past events came out with a "shudder".
On the day he time-traveled, he was fishing when he received a call from this fat man, which caused him to be struck by lightning, causing him to time-travel into a sparrow.
I think back then, this fat guy was Cheng Yu’s old friend from kindergarten to university.
He has always been a talkative king who never succeeds in anything he does and never eats enough.
He has been clamoring to lose weight since he was in junior high school, but he lost more and more weight along the way. Unexpectedly, he traveled through time and became a skinny old man, and finally got what he wanted.
I never expected that this kid would also travel through time and come here ten years earlier than me.
Moreover, he was reborn as a human being. Although his image was not good, it was still better than his own sparrow body.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yu directly rejected the idea of recognizing him at this time.
If this guy knew that he was dressed as a sparrow, would he still laugh to death?
Just...
Cheng Yu stood on the wall, staring at the trembling old Taoist under his feet. The fat image of Lao Pi in his mind was really difficult to match with this old Taoist. He was simply a time-travel version of a fat and thin Tutuo.
Although there were not many people with the surname Pi in his previous life, he was not the only member of the Pi Zhigao family. Cheng Yu felt it was necessary to fully confirm their origins.
What if it’s just someone with the same name?
……
"Boom!"
The dark clouds that had just dissipated began to roll and gather again, and bursts of thunder came from the distance.
Huo Yazi walked to the entrance of the main hall of the ancestral hall with his sword in hand, not daring to touch the light curtain. Just as he was looking into the hall, he was frightened by the sudden thunder.
The old Taoist looked up at the sky, seeing dark clouds rolling in and lightning flashing frequently. When he turned back, he found a few big characters floating out of thin air in front of the ancestral hall door:
The golden finger has been activated...
Huo Yazi stared at the large crystal characters floating in front of him, rubbed his eyes, and didn't realize that this was still a row of simplified Chinese characters.
He looked down at the broken ebony sword in his hand again. The blue light on the sword was a little brighter than before, and the sword was trembling slightly.
"Ah!"
He stared at the broken sword and thought for a while, and suddenly became excited.
It took so long that he had to take a moment to understand the significance of this row of long-lost simplified Chinese characters.
Goldfinger!
The old Taoist finally returned to his past life where he was fishing in class and reading novels under the covers.
His vision gradually blurred, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and a few old tears fell on his gray beard.
