Eternal gate

"Ghost!"

The old man in Shroud shouted something, turned around and ran away.

Zhao Yun was the most self-conscious and pressed him right away.

Eh?

When his eyes were clear, the old man in Shouti let out a soft sigh. He didn't recognize the witty words or the mustache, but he recognized Zhao Yun's popular face, as if he had taken this guy to the ancient tomb of the Barbarian King.

But in his memory, this guy should have died in the tomb. How is he still alive? Not only alive, but also with this level of cultivation. In just half a year, has he achieved the god level? Soared from the True Spirit Realm to the pinnacle of Ksitigarbha?

There were too many doubts, which made his head feel a little dizzy.

"Senior, you're fine." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Well... you're fine."

The old shroud man put his hands in his hands and circled around Zhao Yun. Sometimes he reached out and pinched Zhao Yun's arms and legs. It seemed that the old man had been in the tomb for too long and only recognized Zhao Yun as an acquaintance. Little did they know that Ji Hen was the holy son of Tianzong, and he had already become famous throughout the world.

If you knew it, your jaw would drop.

Zhao Yun ignored this guy and only looked at the witty words.

The old man in the shroud circled around him, while the wise man was like a little follower, following closely behind the old man in the shroud, looking at him with his mustache in confusion.

After a long time, the old man Shouti also noticed something was wrong. He turned away from Mr. Zhao and concentrated on the witty words.

At this sight, his old eyes narrowed slightly, he must be a dead man! Oh no, it should be the living dead. Unlike a puppet, this little girl can act on her own without being summoned.

Also, what kind of power is the wisps of smoke lingering on its body.

After a peek, I don't know why.

This was the first time he had seen such a strange existence.

"That's it."

Zhao Yun flicked his hands and used the Immortal Stealing Technique to steal something from the old Taoist Shroud.

It's a jade pendant, green and translucent, isn't it exactly Qing Jue? Also a broken piece.

He finally understood that it was Qing Jue in Miaoyu's body who sensed this fragment and drove Miaoyu to come. This is why Miaoyu always follows Old Taoist Shroud.

"Wow! He even stole something." The old man in Shroud cursed.

"Where did you get this thing?" Zhao Yun held Qing Jue and turned it over and over.

"It's something passed down from our ancestors," the old man in Shroud said meaningfully.

"Believe it or not, you stole it from the tomb!"

The mustache curled his lips. Although he didn't recognize the fat old man, he had heard his name.

Which one is better at robbing tombs? I asked Xu Liang in Hengchuan, Huashan. He was talking about this old guy who always likes to wear a shroud and wander around the world. He has a special liking for other people's ancestral tombs.

"Don't say it in such a bad way, it's called borrowing." The old man in Shouti stroked his beard, with a serious expression on his face. Taking advantage of the dim moonlight, he seemed to be in a certain state of style, and he was getting better.

"Whether I stole it or borrowed it, this jade pendant belongs to me." Zhao Yun was still very conscious.

"Did I stay in there for a long time? Are today's young people so shameless?" The expression on the old man's face turned dark. I worked hard to steal it, but it belongs to you.

Zhao Yun didn't say anything, and just handed over a scroll.

Hmm...a perfect new year's gift.

When the old Taoist priest saw it, his eyes were bright.

"This...is like something a human would do."

The guy spoke in a deep voice, took the scroll, and never mentioned the jade pendant again.

Zhao Yun disagreed and integrated the broken Qingjue into Miaoyu's body.

Suddenly, the whole body of the witty words bloomed with brilliance, and wisps of smoke lingered, making her look like a dream.

When the old Taoist priest saw it, he looked surprised.

When the eight-character Hu saw it, his face was filled with curiosity.

"I said, where did this girl come from?" The old man in Shouti looked at his mustache.

"This guy's wife is the kind of person who has a ghost marriage." The mustache whispered.

Dark marriage?

People with extensive experience, such as shrouds, are quite surprised.

"I have more here, how about." The mustache poked the old man in the shroud. His sleeves were stuffed with scrolls, not just one or two, but a big bundle, and this was just a small part of it.

"How embarrassing." The old man in Shroud chuckled and stretched out his hand to take it.

"I didn't say it was for free, you have to buy it with money."

"Look at you, a junior. Talking about money hurts feelings."

"Don't pull it down."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The two old men moved to another place and muttered to each other.

Bargaining, mainly bargaining.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand, a transaction was completed happily.

Compared to the two of them, Mr. Zhao was more serious, so he kept his witty words and melted another Qingjue fragment. The wise words were transforming, the power of the underworld marriage became more refined, and the haze around him became more beautiful.

"interesting."

The old Taoist priest has come back, feeling very sad.

The world is a big place, and there are all kinds of strange things. This little living dead girl is one of them.

Is it so magical to have a ghost marriage?

"Old Taoist, whose tomb is down here?" The old Taoist man tugged at the shroud with his mustache.

"This... is a suspicious tomb." The old man in Shroud took a deep breath.

"What is... a doubtful grave?"

"The so-called doubtful grave is just a pit."

The old shroud man scolded the old man, and his face was no longer as dark as usual. After being trapped for more than half a year, he finally figured out that it was a grave robber who was trapped in the grave. If he hadn't been smart enough, he would have been buried in it. , The person who created the Doubt Tomb is a talented person. He has stolen and dug up graves for so many years, and this is the first time he has suffered such a big loss.

"If you do too many things that damage your moral character, you will be punished sooner or later." The mustache said in a deep voice.

"I only take the treasures and don't disturb the souls of the dead." The old man in the shroud said it seriously. In the eyes of the mustache, this was nonsense. All the funerary objects were taken away, and he still said that he would not disturb the souls of the dead? It's just a matter of lifting someone's coffin!

"Has Ruoshui been taken away by you?" Zhao Yun asked sideways.

"That girl is a genius in cultivation. I found a good master for her." The old man in Shouti stroked his beard.

"Thank you for taking her away." Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

"What do you mean?"

"That small village was looted by bandits, and no one survived."

"Is there such a thing?" Old Shouti frowned, feeling quite lucky in his heart. If Ruoshui had not been taken away, the girl would have suffered a fatal disaster, and then there would be one less unique genius in this world.

The mustache is just a listener, and there are some things that he can figure out by himself. That night when Ji Hen went to kill the bandit, it was probably to avenge the people in that village. If it hadn't been for this matter, they would not have gotten to know each other.

"She is in Tianyin Pavilion. You can go and see her when you have time." The old man in Shouti said and turned around, "I still have something to do, so let's go first."

"Going to dig graves again?" The mustache glanced at him.

"Reaching your sister's grave to find Qilin blood, Ruoshui is waiting for it to save her life?"

"Don't look for it, this one has it." The mustached man stretched out his hand and pulled it back.

The old man in Shroud raised his eyebrows and scanned Zhao Yun again, "Do you have...Qilin blood?"

"Yes." Zhao Yun smiled.

"You can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here." Old Shingyi suddenly became energetic, rubbed his old hands fiercely, his eyes were shining, "Quick, let me have a look."

As soon as the words fell, the little Qilin rushed out.

Fuck...!

The old man in Shroud's swear words revealed his domineering attitude. This is not Qilin blood. This is a fucking Qilin that's jumping around! After half a hundred years of life, he still saw the Qilin Holy Beast for the first time.

"Where did it come from?" The old man in Shouti was extremely excited.

"I picked it up." The mustache gave an accurate answer, and he was very considerate. He also added the line of the shroud master: It's good to pick it up, and it's free to pick it up.

The old man in Shouti clicked his tongue for a while, damn...why am I not so lucky!

None of this matters now.

The important thing is that this is really a unicorn.

"Come on, give me some blood." The old man in Shroud chuckled.

Ouch!

The little unicorn screamed, his eyes full of fierceness.

Seeing this scene, the old man in Shroud's mouth twitched. This could be a Qilin. How could it look like a little boy? Despite his short stature, he had quite a bad temper. He was so fierce that he was afraid that he would pounce on him and bite him.

"Ruoshui is sick?" Zhao Yun asked.

"The illness is not serious." The old man in Shouti sighed, "Because of the bloodline, Qilin blood is needed for medicine."

"Bloodline?" Zhao Yun was stunned after hearing this.

It was his martial arts that led Ruoshui Xiu, but I didn’t see that little girl had any bloodline!

Did he make a mistake?

Or, Ruoshui's bloodline was too deep.

As he spoke, the transformation of Miaoyu was completed, and accompanied by a wisp of night wind, he fell into Zhao Yun's arms. It is not accurate to say that the transformation is complete. It is still undergoing transformation and must continue in his sleep.

Gua!

Dapeng ascended to the sky again, and the two-person team was replaced by three people.

That night, the old man in Shouti was very dishonest, chattering all the way, always wanting to have a relationship with the little Qilin.

When it was over, he was bitten by the little unicorn and was covered in wounds.

When the Eight-Character Hu met him, he felt particularly balanced. He still wanted to seek help from Qilin? He was also severely punished by this little thing.

I was shocked.

The two old men got together again, each holding a New Year's product, immersed in watching it.

Mr. Zhao took a look at the Lord of the Rings and saw that there was no movement from the joke. He also took out a picture scroll to prevent the joke from running out suddenly. He also set a ban on the Lord of the Rings. For this, he also found a good reason: Don't be in a hurry, transform slowly, no one will bother you.

These three... are so funny!

Moon God glanced sideways, and I felt so relieved!

When Dapeng fell again, it was already a mountain peak.

Like other hidden heritages, Tianyin Pavilion is also hidden deep in the mountains.

So here comes the question, why do people like to run into the mountains? There are natural reasons for this. First, it is convenient for hiding. Second, it can take advantage of the mountains to set up formations. Third, it is indispensable. In deep mountains and old forests, there are many lush vegetation. Places like this , spiritual energy is usually very abundant, and it is an excellent place for practicing or recuperating.

"That's it."

The old man in Shroud raised his hand and pointed in the distance.

No need for him to say anything, Zhao Yun and Hu Zihu had also seen it.

Deep in the mountains, hidden in the mist and mist, there is a steep mountain peak. It looks like a woman whose face is covered by a veil. It has a unique sense of mystery. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell a touch of feminine fragrance.

Anyone who has heard of Tianyin Pavilion knows that this line of inheritance never accepts male disciples. From the top of the pavilion master to the bottom of the disciples, they are all women.

"I don't know if I can talk to Master Tianyin Pavilion and give me a daughter-in-law." His mustache nose was twitching, and he sniffed again and again. After looking at the New Year's goods all the way, his face turned red. When he smelled the woman's fragrance, he felt like he had been poisoned. It's hard to think without thinking.

"That's a good idea." The old man in Shouti glanced at this guy, and after taking advantage of his heart and courage, he went to Tianyin Pavilion to find a wife. Aren't he afraid of being castrated? Don't look at the women inside, how fierce are they?

"Good place."

Zhao Yun looked around, either it was Tianyin Pavilion, or he knew how to find a place. Look at the mountains and terrain, how domineering he was. Using this to set up an array, one can imagine the power.

"gone."

The old man in Shouti was the first to lift his feet and went down a path.

Zhao Yun and the Eight-Character Hu followed each other, looking all the way. There were many restrictions and formations hidden in the darkness.

Judging from the old man named Shoyi, he should have been here often before. He was familiar with the road and led them to turn left and right without touching any restrictions, and safely arrived in front of the mountain gate of Tianyin Pavilion.

"Then someone... open the door."

The old Taoist priest put his hands on his hips and howled with domineering expression.

Embarrassingly, it had been a long time since anyone in the mountain responded, which made him feel very embarrassed.

"You are so unpopular." The mustached man sighed.

"Then someone... open the door."

The old man in Shouti didn't believe in evil, so he howled again, his face turned completely black. It was rare for him to bring outsiders over, so he had to give him face no matter what, but he couldn't embarrass me.

However, after calling him, his old face was really lost.

No one responded.

No one paid any attention to him.

"Hey....."

The old man in Shouti gave up and took the guy out to make some noise.

"Senior, Tianzong Ji Hen wants to see you."

Mr. Zhao stepped forward and bowed his hands.

Don't say it, it's easy to say.

Before he finished speaking, he heard a gust of wind.

One after another, beautiful figures flashed from the mountains. They were all elders of Tianyin Pavilion. There were dozens of them. The ones with the weakest cultivation were all the top Ksitigarbhas. They were not coming towards Tianzong, but towards Ji Hen. Here we are, that boy is a ruthless man who has created countless myths. His reputation has already spread throughout Great Xia.

"this....."

When the old Taoist Shouti saw him, he looked confused. Was it because he had been trapped in the tomb for too long and missed many important events? He had been shouting for a long time, but no one answered him. With just one sentence from this kid, so many old guys jumped out at once.

Is Tianzong Ji Hen’s name so useful?

To sum up: there is no comparison, there is no fucking harm.

Not only him, the mustache was also shocked.

The old Taoist Shoyi was trapped in a tomb for more than half a year. He was also the same. He also didn't go out to the Taoist temple for more than half a year and didn't know much about the world.

Now, at a glance, Ji Hen is doing quite well! He only reported his family status, and Tianyin Pavilion gave him face like this.

The elders of Tianyin have already settled down, and most of them are holding a portrait in their hands. Whose portrait is it? ...The portrait of Tian Zong Ji Hen. After looking at the portrait to identify it, it turned out that it was really Tian Zong Ji Hen.

Look at the temperament, it shouldn’t be fake.

Looking at the younger generation in the world, there will never be anyone with such charisma and dazzling personality.

"The Holy Son of Heavenly Sect is here, but he is welcomed from afar."

Another person came out. She was a woman in white. She was truly the pinnacle of Quantian. She was similar in age to Linglong. In terms of beauty, she was no less handsome than the handsome Chi Yan. She was bathed in the moonlight and had a dreamy mood. She was Tianyin Pavilion. The master of the pavilion: Bixiao.

"I don't mean to disturb you." Zhao Yun clasped his fists again.

"What are you saying, Holy Son? Please." Bixiao smiled softly,

Zhao Yun was not polite and strode in.

The eight-character Hu Maliao followed, but it was the old Taoist priest Shoyi, whose face had turned dark and translucent, "Bixiao, I'm not like you. Fortunately, I found a good disciple for you. You won't even take me away for a long time."

"Who are you!"

"I....."