The cold dust is changing, and the other valleys of the Valley of No Hatred are powerful, and they never know it. However, this qiē definitely can't escape the eyes of a person in the valley of no hatred.

The Valley of Silence is the smallest of the seven valleys of the Valley of No Hatred. Seven miles in length and width, forty-nine miles in radius, it is actually a square.

The Cold Dust Valley is remote and secluded.

The Valley of Silence is just north of Panlong Valley and Chaofeng Valley. If the three valleys are connected in a line, it is exactly an isosceles triangle, and the valley of extinction is the vertex.

The Valley of Silence is also one of the seven great valleys, a special place to exist. Because, it is the graveyard of the Valley of No Hatred.

The monks of the Valley of Innocence, who are qualified to be buried here, are definitely the best among them. Now, being able to enter the Valley of Silence after death has become a special honor for the monks of the Valley of No Hatred.

However, since it is a cemetery, the yin qi here is naturally extremely heavy.

At the mouth of the valley, there are two trees, both of which are leafy. It's just a white tree with white branches and leaves. The other, with a black trunk and black foliage.

The two trees, more than ten zhang apart, are dozens of zhang high. Majestic, like the guardian of the Valley of Annihilation. In the canopy of the two trees, some branches and leaves communicate with each other.

From a distance, black and white intersect, standing at the mouth of the valley, like a mountain gate. The monks of the Valley of No Hatred call it the "Black and White Gate of Life and Death".

The door of life and death outside the Valley of Silence, the soul has disappeared between black and white!

Monks of the Valley of Innocence, except for important days of worship, absolutely no one wants to take a step into the Valley of Silence. Because, the yin qi here is too heavy, and the monks below the true immortal level can't enter the valley at all.

Walking through the black and white tree is equivalent to entering the Valley of Silence. The valley mouth of the Valley of Silence. There was a thatched house, and standing at the door of the thatched house. The view is extremely wide, in the valley. One horse and one river, you can almost see the end of the valley of silence.

Throughout the valley, the pines and cypresses are evergreen, and the land is also green. There are countless tombstones, most of which are scattered and neatly arranged.

But. There are also some special storage zài. In the distance, there are several tombs, which occupy a relatively large area. There are even a few places where there are floating tombs floating in the void.

Although it is a cemetery, the yin qi is heavy, but the entire Valley of Silence gives people the feeling. It's peaceful and calm.

At this time. Half a round of black sun hangs in the air, outside the thatched house, stone benches and stone tables.

A pot of wine, a few appetizers. An old man, dressed in a white robe, but the robe was tattered and filthy.

The white-eyed old man, I don't know how old he is. Wrinkles piled up all over the face. Old-fashioned dragon clock, a pair of white eyebrows. They all hung down very long. It just looks like he has a good appetite, a sip of wine, a bite of food, and he eats very comfortably.

When Ye Xingbai came and went in the Cold Dust Valley, the old man glanced at the direction of the Cold Dust Valley lightly, but he didn't have too many expressions.

"It's all a blind toss, and when you fall asleep with me, you'll be honest. A bunch of little cubs!hehehe!" the white-eyed old man laughed to himself, as if he had thought of something interesting.

This white-eyed old man is the tomb guard immortal that Mo Wuxian once mentioned to Amu.

However, in fact, Mo Wuxian has also seen this old man. In the Valley of No Hatred, no one seems to be able to tell the old man's cultivation and age.

Because, if you ask anyone in the valley, they will answer almost the same thing.

"When my grandfather was very young, I heard that the old man was guarding the grave here!" is a very interesting answer. Because, whether you ask about a beginner cultivator, a scattered soul, or even a Xuan Immortal or a Heavenly Immortal, his answer may be the same.

This old man seems to be an old antique from the Valley of No Hatred, and some people even say that there is a grave keeper first, and then there is the Valley of No Hatred.

Every time there is a centennial festival, everyone remembers all the people who participated in the memorial. Whether it is an ordinary disciple, an elder, or a valley master, they must first bow to this old man before they can enter the valley to worship.

The reason is that he is the grave keeper of the Valley of No Hatred for generations, and he has worked hard. And no matter who gave the gift, the white-eyed old man never returned the salute.

Many people said that the old man was a high-level immortal, but no one confirmed it.

Perhaps, sometimes, even the old man himself has forgotten what kind of realm and person he is. It was only when he looked at the countless tombs of the dead power in the Valley of Innocence that a trace of compassion, regret, and helplessness flashed on his face.

It was an extremely complex look that few people could understand. On weekdays, there are almost no people who talk to the elderly.

Drinking alone late at night is the norm for this old man.

Lonely and bored!

I don't know how long I drank it, and the pot of wine seemed to be inexhaustible. After pouring another cup, the old man had just taken a sip, and he couldn't help but pause slightly.

And when he put the glass down. An old man in gray, carrying a tattered coat and looking shabby, stood not far from him.

This old man in gray is none other than the old man who paints the soul. It's just that he has completely regained the way he was when he was in Red Ink City.

"Poor, pitiful, old man, beg for a glass of wine!" the old man arched his hand, looking salivating.

The white-eyed old man raised his eyes and looked at the painting soul, as if he was out of breath.

"If you want to drink, sit down, if you don't drink, get out!

"Hehe!" When the old man heard this, he laughed angrily, "I haven't seen you for thousands of years, and you haven't died?"

"Even you, an old bird, are not dead, how could I die? However, it is a surprise that you can appear as a human body. The white-eyed old man, looking at the painting soul, was really a little surprised in his eyes.

"Good people have their own blessings! My old man has always accumulated virtue. The old man smiled, sat down a long time ago, and then got a cup out of nowhere, and he was already in the stomach with a glass of wine.

"I've seen shameless, but I've never seen you so shameless. Within the Three Realms, whoever accumulates virtue, you will not be on the side of Jide! I don't know who you are?" the white-eyed old man sneered, "Isn't it, then Shura Ziyi saved you?"

"Hehe, old fellow, don't go out of this hellish place, I'm well informed!" the old man smiled, and didn't seem to hide it.

"Well-informed!" the white-eyed old man was quite angry, "Your ancient curse was laid by the Ghost Venerable." It will also be unraveled by the descendants of the ghost venerable. Now, you look like a human being, who unraveled it. Do you still want to ask? It's a person who knows!"

"Well, that makes sense! But, who told you to ask?" the old man nodded slightly, his words choking enough.

"However, it hasn't been completely unraveled, so it doesn't have much impact!" "The old man who painted the soul completely ignored the anger of the white-eyed old man, "Having said that, I still thank Lord Ghost Venerable." If it weren't for his seal. I can't live to this day! Today's Shura realm is really beautiful!"

The white-eyed old man gritted his teeth and saw the death of the painted soul. I didn't know what to say, so I took a sullen sip of wine.

For many years, no one drank with him! Today, there is finally one. Or one such Lord. Old man with white eyebrows. How can you not be angry?

"They haven't moved all these years?" the old man seemed to be more serious, and looked at the cemetery of the Valley of Silence.

"No! it's very stop!" said the white-eyed old man.

"I'm talking about the ones down there!" said the old man who painted the soul.

"Yes, I'm talking about the ones down there. The bottom does not stop, can the top be so neat?" The white-eyed old man looked at the painting soul like an idiot.

"That's good!" the old man sighed, then shook his head exaggeratedly. The white-eyed old man looked at the distressed look of the painting soul. It seems to be angry.

"What are you doing with a long sigh, here. What does it have to do with you?"

"Oh, I'm afraid you'll die, and then let me take over! That's not what people do?" The old man who painted the soul said, not making the white-eyed old man angry, and glared at him.

"Fart, how could I die? If I don't die soon, I'm immortal! Besides, what qualifications do you have to guard the cemetery?"

The old man with the painted soul looked at the white-eyed old man and said with a smile: "Hehe, I forgot that you have phoenix blood in your body, you are immortal." ”

The white-eyed old man seemed to know that the old man with the soul painting was deliberately angry with him, and he couldn't help but suppress his anger and no longer entangled with the old man with the soul painting.

"Old fellow, what are you doing in the Valley of No Hatred?

"Just go around!

"It's okay? Hmph! A few days ago, did you make a move in the Blood North?"

"I won't make a move, waiting for you to see jokes like this, the blood north is probably gone? Don't you say that you don't know the origin of the bloodthirsty Shura?"

"Do you know, what can I do? Those things are none of my old man's business! I'll just take care of this cemetery. ”

"You can think about it, hehe! However, the sea wilderness is here, and it doesn't seem to make much sense for you to stick to this cemetery!"

"It doesn't mean much, I know it myself!"

"The scenery of this hateless valley is good. Back then, you picked it!"

"I picked it!"

"That long hatred hall, you built it?"

"Junior covered!"

"Well, I said why is it so ugly, and the name is too ugly! No Hate Valley, Long Hate Palace, sour or not? Isn't it, it's because of women, boring to death!"

"It's all boring, whatever!"

The two old men seem to be talking nonsense. However, these two old men knew that what they said was not nonsense. Every sentence contains a message that only they can understand.

"Is the Demon Lang back?" At this time, the white-eyed old man's words suddenly changed.

"Well, I'm back!" said the old man with great certainty. If Amu or the Blue Devil were present at this time, they would definitely be quite surprised by the answer of the painting soul.

"Is there news about the ghost coffin?"

"No, however, the ghost coffin is set in the Shura Realm, or even in the Blood Moon Continent, and I can already smell its breath?"

"Is the Demon Lang really back?" the white-eyed old man asked again.

"Believe it or not! I know my temper. Except for the Demon Lang, who can control and move me?" said the painting soul strangely

The old man Baimei frowned and looked at the painting soul, but finally nodded.

"You came to draw the Soul Valley, because you were afraid that I would mix with the Lord of the Hatless Valley?"

"Sort of!"

"Don't worry! The little Valley of No Hate is nothing more than a disguise! As long as it's not a matter of destroying the door and cutting off the seeds, I don't care! Let them toss it. When, when they come to me, they will be honest!"

"In that case, that's fine!" the old man smiled sincerely, then raised his glass.

"Smack-"

The two old immortals actually clinked glasses for the first time, and the atmosphere seemed to be extremely harmonious! (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you Gu Xuan for the monthly pass!!