Xu Lin walked very slowly, on this seemingly short staircase, each step was slow and firm.

The scenery along the way is still the same, the green hills on both sides, the towering peaks in the distance, and the faint and ethereal clouds all make him feel kind in his heart.

On the porch of Huangzi, Xu Lin smiled slightly, but this smile was slightly stiff, and the more pale complexion was set off on the emaciated cheeks, giving people an extremely sick feeling.

Wang Dazhu looked at the middle-aged man opposite, but the middle-aged man looked at the winding staircase.

A sky-high momentum suddenly burst out of the middle-aged man's body, and pressed straight towards the direction under the stairs.

Wang Dazhu was startled, subconsciously, he held the sword trick in his right hand, and looked at the person opposite with some surprise in his eyes, but there was no more middle-aged man who acted rashly, but it gave Wang Dazhu a more dangerous feeling.

This guy must be a demon cultivator!

No matter what Wang Dazhu thought, the middle-aged man just looked at the bottom of the stairs silently, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a flickering heterochromia.

With a sword and a shake, Xu Lin's sword was very light and slow, but it was the color of a gray mist.

There is no blood qi before, and there is no coldness of blood light explosion, but there is a faint sense of nothingness.

Xu Lin still walked very slowly, and the condensed black qi that was about to rush in front of him seemed to be swallowed by the sword breath that seemed to be nothing.

A little tired, so he threw it away, and the blood sword jumped up and turned into a small gray python, wandering beside Xu Lin, and from time to time opening his mouth to devour the black gas that kept rushing down from the top of the mountain, and he was very happy.

Finally, after a long time, in the depths of Wang Dazhu's eyes, a faint shadow appeared in his field of vision.

Just like back then, the young man who came for the first time, with a smile on his face, was less shy and shy, but a little more leisurely.

But in this freedom, Wang Dazhu actually felt an indescribable coldness.

If the sword is returned to the sheath, it seems to be hiding a murderous intention, in short, it feels very bad, but the person in front of him is still the familiar face, and he is still the little junior brother who accompanied him in the sun in the afternoon, so Wang Dazhu's mouth is still grinning.

Xu Lin didn't look at Wang Dazhu, but looked at the stranger in front of him, his eyes were not shocked, and he didn't have any momentum in his body, although the aggressive black gas no longer attacked him, but the little gray snake floating beside him still swallowed snake letters at the person in front of him from time to time.

"You're here!" The middle-aged man's voice was a little harsh, and it seemed to be caused by not speaking often.

Wang Dazhu wanted to say hello to Xu Lin, but when he heard this, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The corners of Xu Lin's mouth curled slightly, looked at the person in front of him carefully, and then said a soft "um".

The middle-aged man didn't speak again, and Xu Lin didn't mean to ask anything next, and the two froze in place.

Wang Dazhu opened his mouth with difficulty, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and he looked at the two of them speechlessly for a while.

The atmosphere was very strange, Xu Lin withdrew his gaze, then turned his head to look at the misty clouds in the mountain stream, listened to the wind whistling in his ears, and frowned slightly.

The middle-aged man did not relax a little because of Xu Lin's abrupt movements, because the seemingly hideous mini snake was still swallowing snake letters at him with an unkind face at this time.

"What does the ancestor mean?" Xu Lin asked suddenly, but his voice was very indifferent, and there was indescribable casualness and disdain.

The middle-aged man frowned a little dissatisfied, but still opened his mouth and said, "It's the meaning of the master!"

Xu Lin didn't speak again, his eyes were a little ethereal, as if he was moving with those clouds, and then he laughed and said, "Okay!"

Wang Dazhu was very tired, and he was even more anxious, but he suddenly appeared, on this occasion in front of him, his usual sharp teeth, at this time, he couldn't spit out half a word, and he really wanted to slap himself hard.

"Kill, or stay?" Xu Lin turned around suddenly, still looking light, Zhou didn't have any momentum up and down, but the little snake that was floating beside him slowly bowed up.

The middle-aged man looked at Xu Lin expressionlessly, and after being silent for a long time, he popped out a word: "Stay!"

So Xu Lin put away the sword, looked at Wang Dazhu and said, "Wait for me to ask the master for peace!"

After speaking, he walked straight to the mountain without looking back, but Wang Dazhu stayed where he was, and for a while, there was nothing to say!

The middle-aged man also left, following closely behind the little junior brother, but he didn't say anything, and Wang Dazhu was stunned in place, looking at the disappeared figure with a somewhat drifting gaze, and there was indescribable loneliness in his eyes.

Mochizuki Peak was quiet, as before, the wind whistling gently, clouds drifting overhead from time to time, and in the distant mountain stream, there were clouds like the sea.

It's just that Wang Dazhu knows that the taste here has changed.

He was very sad, at the moment when the little junior brother left, for some reason, he didn't stop it, or didn't dare, because of the little junior brother's indifference and coldness, or because it was an order from the mountain gate?

Wang Dazhu couldn't think clearly, he was not a person who could think about things, but he still remembered some things, and the young man who left just now was his little junior brother.

So he suddenly rushed to the mountain pass, and shouted at the winding staircase, "Fourteen, don't forget to eat well."

Camp Crowbird!

Here it is, Xu Lin saw a wave of lake water rippling in front of him.

There are no green mountains and black stones, and there are no wild grasses, only the clear water in front of me is trembling and moving in the wind.

The middle-aged man glanced around coldly, then turned his head to look at Xu Lin and said: "I have told you everything that should be said, this is where you will return in the future, when there is nothing to do, you can be ten miles away, you can be at will, and when you are called urgently, you can come here immediately."

"In other words, the matter of the front mountain has nothing to do with me!" When he said this, Xu Lin's eyes never left the rippling water in front of him.

The middle-aged man didn't reply, but when Xu Lin turned his head again, there was no longer him, and then smiled slightly: "That's it!"

Kunlun Back Mountain, Lianxia Peak, a Taoist priest in a purple robe squinted slightly, looking at the scenery outside the peak, this look is a hundred years.

I don't know when, the middle-aged man has already appeared behind the old Taoist, and his body bowed slightly and said, "It's done." ”

The old Taoist priest didn't hear it, but continued to look at the scenery in the distance, and sighed slightly after a long time: "The vicissitudes of life, people have changed, and the heart is old, but the subtle changes in this scenery can't be seen." ”

The middle-aged man frowned, but didn't say anything, and the old Taoist priest turned around at this time and said, "Bitter, how many years have you been with me." ”

"Three hundred years!" The middle-aged man replied quietly.

"Hmm!" After a while, the old Taoist priest turned around, was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled again: "It's been a long time!" The middle-aged man who was called bitter did not speak, but the old Taoist priest said hesitantly: "I have been in charge of Kunlun for three hundred years. ”

The sunset was silent, the clouds were windless, and the old Taoist's body suddenly appeared a rich purple light, and then successively in the clouds in the sky, but in the blink of an eye, this shocking momentum, when it was gone, the eyes of the old Taoist priest flashed a fierce color.

"How's the senses?" Qinghong Zhenren asked suddenly and quietly.

"Very strong!" The middle-aged man replied quickly, which made Qinghong look back with some surprise, and suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and laughed at himself: "How can it not be strong?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man fell silent, but Qinghong Zhenren continued: "The ancestor values him very much, so pay attention to him. ”

hugged his fist slightly behind Qinghong Zhenren, even if he answered, he didn't care whether Qinghong Zhenren could see it or not, but when he was about to leave, he heard Qinghong Zhenren continue to say slowly: "You can be born, but you can't leave!"

Breathing hard, he tightened his breath for a moment, and then replied in a deep voice: "This is also the rule of the Black Bird Camp. ”

Qinghong Zhenren nodded slightly, and then laughed: "Yes!" (To be continued......)

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