Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"I have waited for six hundred years, I really didn't expect it to be the result." Lin Sansheng slowly shook his head.

"At least you waited, stick to the end, although the results are not good, but there is no regrets." Ye Shaoyang said sincerely.

Lin Sansheng was silent and only talked about drinking.

Ye Shaoyang couldn't help but comfort a few words. Lin Sansheng finished drinking half of the jar of wine and said, "You don't have to comfort me. In the hundreds of robberies, the most difficult thing is to rob you. You also have your love affair. I see it. ”

In a word, it caused a certain resonance in Ye Shenyang's innermost heart. He sighed and said: "I am not afraid of anything, but I am afraid that I will dare to fight, but the feelings are sometimes elusive. ""

"So it is called love."

"Love robbery... Love is also robbery?"

Lin Sansheng said slowly: "You have a brilliant spell and a strong heart. You can't beat anything, but you must have your robbery. That is love robbery. Only this thing will make you a godless teacher. If You can rob, cut off the feelings, maybe there is a greater creation."

Ye Shaoyang is speechless. Lin Sansheng’s remarks caused him to ponder and suddenly remembered the over-the-top verse that Sibao had read: the end of the robbery, and the world became empty.

Why do I want to cut off my feelings? Why do you want to rob?

"I was supposed to comfort you, and then I will only want you to comfort me." Ye Shaoyang smiled.

The two kept pouring wine, drinking, and stopped talking, but they had a good understanding of each other and smiled from time to time.

A few bowls of wine were under the belly, and Ye Shaoyang was a little dizzy. He got up and said, "Well, you can't go back if you drink again. You really don't follow me?"

Lin Sansheng shook his head. "I don't want to go. If you need me, you can come to me."

"How do I find you?"

Lin Sansheng thought about it and spread his hand. Ye Shaoyang immediately stepped forward and closed his hand.

"I know what you are doing, or not."

Ye Shaoyang pointed at the Taoist temple behind him and said: "Otherwise, you will live here. There are twelve Taoist bans on this mountain. The general ghosts can't enter, I just worry about the demon coming back."

"You look down on me."

Ye Shaoyang smiled. "That's it. I teach you the opening and ban of Shimen. You will be here as a home. If there is something to find you, come here."

Lin Sansheng said: "I don't guarantee that I will stay here for too long. If you come, you can't find me, indicating that I am gone, or dead."

Ye Shaoyang’s heart was sour and nodded.

The two came together in front of Shimen, and Ye Shaoyang told him to go in and out of Shimen. Lin Sansheng remembered and said goodbye to Ye Shaoyang.

"Try to live as long as possible, don't hang up." Ye Shaoyang said with some disappointment.

"When do I want to open, I will go back and fight with you, I will always be a member of the Ghost Alliance, the position of the military division, do not let it."

The two laughed at each other.

Ye Shaoyang waved at him and left without returning.

Lin Sansheng looked at his back and murmured: "When you go, when it is a cross-country, the hero is true."

Even he himself is too confused. This sentence is about himself, or Ye Shaoyang.

All the way back to the stone monument, Ye Shaoyang looked around without anyone, sitting on the ground, looking at the Pisces figure on the stone tablet, releasing the mind, the Pisces figure really turned, slow and slow, the fisheye changed position.

It seems that the chaos is not regular, but in the eyes of Ye Shaoyang, it is indeed the mystery of the Yin and Yang Five Elements.

With God's mind to fix the fisheye, Ye Shaoyang began to slowly deduct according to the law of the underwater fire, but his heart was amazed:

What is the magic of the eight-figure map, even if it is pieced together with the astrolabe, it needs at least eight bans, and one by one, the non-Domain Masters can't do it.

What's more, this method of the front is a smattering of attachments on the stone tablet, and the eight-star chart of the eight-figure map. Whose gods are so powerful?

What makes Ye Shaoyang feel shocked is: How is this sacred mind kept on the stone for a long time?

If it is a spell, what kind of spell can it do?

Ye Shaoyang is quite sure that there are absolutely no such magical spells in the world, and no one has such deep mana.

The ban was opened, and a black hole with a nebula in the middle of the Pisces figure appeared.

Ye Shaoyang is about to get in, and suddenly there is a sharp voice behind him: "Kid, you will be congenital?"

Ye Shaoyang stunned, looking back, not far from standing a guy wearing a gray robe, instinctive thought it was Cao Lei, while walking around the sleeves.

"You old man, I can't find you, dare to come!"

When I was close, I couldn’t see Cao Lei, but a guy who looked older than him. He bent over and humped his back. The beard was almost up to his stomach. He pulled his eye bags and his old eyes couldn’t open.

How come so many Taoist priests here?

"Who are you?" Ye Shaoyang asked in surprise.

"You will be congenital?" The old guy repeated it again. The voice was not too old, but it was too sharp, like the vocal cords were not developed. It was a bit like a rat, and it was very uncomfortable.

"who are you?"

"Would you be congenital?"

The two asked each other several times like a repeater. In the end, Ye Shaoyang was defeated and replied impatiently: "Why, what?"

The old Taoist priest came over, and his footsteps were stunned. Ye Shaoyang, who was watching, wanted to help him.

The old Taoist squinted and stared at the seven-star Longquan sword in his hand for a while, saying: "Are you a Maoshan person?"

Ye Shaoyang stunned, this guy can recognize Longquan Sword at a glance, there must be some origins, and he could not help but ask: "Who are you?"

"You are a man of Maoshan?"

"Get it, I am." Ye Shaoyang said, "Are you a blind man?"

"How come you are congenital?"

"The embarrassment of learning with others," Ye Shaoyang asked again: "Who are you?"

"How come you are congenital?"

"Rely! You are finished!" Ye Shaoyang jumped a lot. "You can't talk like this, goodbye."

Ye Shaoyang looked back at the aperture in the eight-figure picture, and was shrinking. He planned to ignore this old nerve and just got into it. Suddenly his left hand was caught by someone.

Looking back, the old Taoist priest came to himself from time to time, grabbed his wrist with one hand, squinted at himself and asked, "Who are you learning with the innate gossip?"

"None of your birds do!" Ye Shaoyang really a little angry, "quickly let go, ah, you do not look older, I want to beat you, ah!"

The old Taoist smiled a little, "The boy is unreasonable."

Release his wrist, pick up three fingers, and shoot Ye Shaoyang face to face.

Ye Shaoyang rushed to pick up a law, resolve the attack, and step back: "I really want to fight you!"

The old Taoist did not say that the figure floated like a ghost, and the one-handed seal was still called.