Watch Out! Danger Ahead

"High energy ahead (

Song Qing's small body was carrying a nine-character secret order, and it seemed that Dong Qin Wuwo had already understood in his heart that he would not show such a look.

His eyes were deep, as if he could see through his opponent with one glance when looking at people.

Song Qingxiao still rarely felt like being invisible after being looked at by others, frowning involuntarily, subconsciously tightening his body.

Under the cover of her clothes, a piece of scales emerged, and the drooping eyelids blocked the discoloration of the eyeballs.

It wasn't until this moment that Song Qingxiao's eyes fell on her dress, and she suddenly remembered something.

She was wearing the special ice-fire double-line treasure that she bought from Yunjin Baoyifang, and this treasure was specially ordered by the Dongqin clan back then from Yunjin Baoyifang.

But because of the conflict between the final attributes and the members of the Eastern Qin family, this treasure was folded in the hands of Yun.

Perhaps the reason why Dong Qin Wu I looked at her in front of him was because he recognized the dress.

Thinking of this, Song Qing couldn't help being a little wary.

Once Dong Qin Wuwo recognized her clothes, he would easily find it on her head from Yunjin Baoyifang.

After this trial, he had to think of a way as soon as possible to leave Jiutian City and temporarily avoid the limelight.

After a while, Dong Qin Wuwo's ​​eyes quickly moved away, as if the look at her before was just an illusion.

The two sat on the ground, and after about twenty minutes, there was no one in the trial space.

"It looks like we are the only two of us in this trial."

Dong Qin Wumei spoke suddenly, and as he spoke, a task prompt appeared in Song Qing's little Zhihai: Keep your promise!

Complete the task: reward 100,000 points.

As soon as the task reminder appeared, it proved that there were really only two people in this trial.

And the reason why the points are so high is probably because Song Qingxiao's opponent is extremely tough this time.

The surrounding dense fog gradually dispersed. When Song Qingxiao raised his head, he happened to see Dong Qin Wumei sitting on the opposite side of her.

He smiled, but there was a chilling feeling in that smile.

In the next instant, the fog spread, and Dong Qin Wuwo's ​​figure disappeared into the thick fog.

"Little Junior Sister, hurry up!"

A man's clear voice rang loudly, and at the same time a string of rapid footsteps was coming over here.

Song Qingxiao hadn't reacted from the shock of Dong Qin Wumei before leaving the trial space, the urging sound was already close at hand.

In the loud sound of ‘Bang’, the door of the room was ‘creaked’ pushed open, and a figure of a man stepped in with his feet lifted up, his gaze swiftly looked around the room, and he opened his mouth somewhat complaining:

"Oh, why haven't you moved yet?"

A smell of joss stick paper money came from him. While he was talking, he walked into the room carelessly:

"The master has already calculated the divination, and must go out at quarter Mao, without any delay!"

When he broke in, Song Qingxiao had already opened her eyes, but because of her unfamiliarity with the environment, she did not move quickly.

After coming out of the trial space, she appeared in a house.

The decoration in the house is simple, with only one bed, one table, and one box, and some debris has been discarded on the ground, which makes the room look a little messy.

The bedding on the bed is thin and the color is plain. Judging from the mosquito nets that have been patched a lot, it seems that this place is not rich.

The table is placed in the room, with cinnabar yellow paper and other objects placed on it.

The box is about one meter high and is placed against the wall. A brass mirror and a few female ornaments are placed on it.

The man who came in was at least 1.5 meters tall. He was extremely sturdy. He wore a gray stand-up collar button-down shirt. The wide cuffs were pulled up to the elbows, revealing a small section of strong forearms.

A sweat towel of the same color was tied around his waist, loose slacks on the lower body, and a pair of torn shoes that had been torn apart under his feet, which looked quite old.

What made Song Qing feel defensive at the beginning was the looming necromantic aura from his body, which was somewhat the same as the aura of the Fan family that was similar to playing with corpses.

This person was about twenty years old, and the eyebrows and eyes looked very different from the yin bird of the Fan clan in Song Qingxiao's impression.

He seemed to be very familiar with Song Qingxiao. After he came in, he complained, and he had already resigned himself to bend over to pick up the yellow paper that was thrown on the ground and crumpled up.

"Did you stay up late to draw a charm last night?"

As the man spoke, he spread out the paper ball he had picked up in his hand.

When the paper was crumpled into a ball, the cinnabar painted on it was obviously not completely dry. At the moment, there was a mess everywhere, and it seemed that it was not clear what the painting was, and there was no spiritual power.

"What's the painting? If the master sees it, he will have to scold you for not making any progress!"

He murmured, but he didn't get Song Qingxiao's response, so he couldn't help turning his head.

I saw the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him blankly, as if she had lost her soul.

"What do you think?"

He thought he had just said something to her. The little girl loved her face and was unwilling to listen. She couldn't help but got up and walked over to her, reaching out to touch her head.

But the man's hand hadn't touched the top of Song Qingxiao's head, she had already turned her head to avoid it, her toes twisted, her body had moved two steps away, and her distance with the man was widened.

The young man was stunned for a moment, holding his outstretched hand in the air, still maintaining the previous movement of trying to touch her head, stared at Song Qingxiao in a daze, and saw her frown slightly.

"Hey! I said you girl."

The man quickly resolved this embarrassment by himself, obviously not taking Song Qingxiao's avoidance in his heart.

He retracted the protruding hand, grabbed his ear, and picked up the spread talisman paper, two steps forward and handed it to Song Qingxiao, without any embarrassment at all:

"Look at what you painted? On this trip to Shenzhuang, you can't just paint such results."

There is no hostility in the man. Judging from his aura, he has reached the level of cultivation in the late stage of the concentrating state, and the distance breakthrough is only a thin line.

He should practice martial arts all the year round, and his body is full of energy and blood. Judging from his breathing, his body is much stronger than the average practitioner, and his overall strength should be cultivated in the realm of false pill.

Song Qing glanced at the paper he handed over. The yellow paper was crumpled, and even after he pulled it away, many creases remained on it.

The paper was cut into strips, like yellow symbols, with cinnabar on it, and I didn't know what was painted on it, and I didn't have any spiritual power.

Judging from the popularity, the furnishings in the room, and the messy talisman paper, the trial scene that Song Qingxiao entered this time should be related to talisman making and demons.

The word ‘Taoism’ came to Song Qing’s heart, but she did not speak easily.

"Master said, this trip to Shenzhuang is full of crises, and we must have some life-saving efforts."

When he said this, he lowered his head and looked at Song Qing again. Relying on her height, he stretched out his hand and gestured secretly on top of her head twice, thinking that she hadn't seen it, and shook his head with regret.

"..."

Song Qing's small eyelids twitched, and the man said:

"Later, I will bring you a stack of talisman papers, the master said, before going out, we need to check if we are ready."

Having said that, he still mumbled:

"If you can't produce decent results, the master should curse again."

He turned and walked towards the table, crouched down like an old mother, picked up the paper **** that had been thrown on the ground, and whispered in his mouth:

"The room is messy, and I don't usually concentrate on practicing talisman, and I know every day I play silly and silly..."

When he read this, he seemed to feel that something was wrong. He turned around and looked at Song Qingxiao. Seeing that she was still standing still, he couldn't help but say loudly:

"Don't you hurry up and pack your clothes—"

"To shut up!"

Song Qingxiao glared at him. This sturdy man, who had looked aggressive before, was miraculously persuaded by her rebuke.

He shrank his head, obviously a little lacking in confidence, but put on a look of stubbornness and fierceness:

"Remind you that you are still wrong? The master has forgotten the divination. You must go out in a quarter to three quarters. You can't miss the auspicious hour. You still don't clean up at this moment. When the master comes over, you will be swearing..."

Song Qing's small fist squeezed, he seemed to be very wary of it, and he closed his mouth before he finished speaking.

Turning around and continuing to tidy up the things on the ground, it seemed to be a little angry again, and suppressed the voice very low, humming:

"It's fierce and evil all day long, she doesn't look like a girl at all..."

Although his voice was repeatedly lowered, Song Qing's small eyes and ears were more sensitive than him. Therefore, his spit was naturally heard by her one by one.

I don't know if it was because of this person's confession that Song Qingxiao was originally in a gloomy mood because of the appearance of Dong Qin Wumei, and his trouble was much better.

She turned her head to look in the direction of the box, where there was a bronze mirror with a young girl's smiling face reflected in the mirror. She glanced at it, and quickly returned to her expressionless look.

Allowing the man to mumble and clean up the house, she stood leaning on the box, letting go of her consciousness.

This place looks like it is located on the top of a mountain. The place is not very big, with several houses separated from each other.

In addition to himself and the big man in front of him, there are two other people on the top of the mountain. One is slightly older and has reached the cultivation base of the state of transforming infants; while the other is younger, but at least about thirty, from His aura seemed to have reached the state of concentration, but his cultivation was slightly worse than the big man in front of him.

In the several main halls, there are several statues of Taoism enshrined, and there are still unextinguished incense inside.

Her spiritual sense is far better than the old man who has the deepest cultivation level and has reached the state of transforming infants. So at this moment, her spiritual sense has almost swept the entire hill, but the old man who was meditating did not notice.

After descending hundreds of meters of stairs below the top of the mountain, it seems that the Yin Qi is quite heavy. Judging from the solid Yin Qi, there should be a refined ghost inside.

But there seemed to be some kind of restriction on the top of the mountain, which made these ghosts dare not act rashly and were restrained in that place.

Dong Qin Wuwo, who entered the trial at the same time as her, was not here. Obviously, as opponents, the two should belong to two camps with different positions.

"Brother."

After Song Qingxiao found out that there was no crisis for the time being, his tight heart suddenly relaxed slightly, and suddenly he called the big man.

Judging from the current situation, there are a total of four people on the top of the mountain, one is older and three are younger, and the big man called her "little sister" and one "master". It seems that the four people on the mountain should be masters and apprentices. Relationship, it should be right to call people like this.

Sure enough, after she yelled, the man's complexion was as usual, and he even turned his head carelessly. He even forgot the ‘hatred’ that she had just yelled at.

His face has a big plate and his beard is not shaved very cleanly. Under closer inspection, there are still some residues on his lips and chin.

The most important thing is that his eyebrows are very thick, but his eyes are single eyelids. Staring at Song Qing at this moment, he still shows a kind of simple and honest feeling.

"Where is Shenzhuang that we are going to this time?"

As soon as she said this, the man's face showed a bit of patience.

The large **** of yellow paper he was holding were squeaked by him, and the blue veins on the back of his hand stood up.

He seemed to endure and endure, but in the end he still could not hold back:

"Did you not find out earlier on this trip to Shenzhuang?" He gritted his teeth, as if he got more angry as he spoke:

"Since you haven't checked it out clearly, why are you arguing with the master, you must go out with him!"

He stared, although the latter words were not said, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but the different approval in the attitude has been revealed: you are too self-willed!

However, although he was dissatisfied with Song Qingxiao's failure to understand Shen Zhuang's affairs in advance, the brother still said helplessly:

"Three months ago, didn't Aunt Wu in the mountain village go up the mountain?"

Song Qingxiao came here for the first time, and naturally didn’t know much about these situations, but when he heard this big guy say that, he guessed that the mission plot of the trial scene should be set, so he followed his will and nodded, saying I already know.

But the big man's face showed a bit of suspicion, as if after her previous questioning, he didn't really trust Song Qingxiao if he really remembered it.

"This Aunt Wu was originally named Shen, but she was born in Shenzhuang, more than 80 miles away."

Having said that, he asked Song Qingxiao with some hopelessness:

"Shen Zhuang, do you know?"

In his earnest eyes, it really did not disappoint his expectations, Song Qingxiao honestly shook his head:

"do not know."

"hiss-"

He let out a sound of inhaling cold breath, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped.

"That's a well-known place of great evil! One hundred years ago, he was slaughtered by the late Jin warlord."

The more he talked, the more helpless he became. He simply threw the paper **** in his hand onto the table. Seeing Song Qingxiao standing still, he resignedly walked towards her:

"Get out of the way."

Song Qing flashed sideways, he moved the contents of the box to the bed, opened the lid of the box, and took out a lot of clothes from the inside, obviously preparing to pack her bags.

"Because there are too many dead people, there is a heavy stalemate there, and no one has dared to live there for more than ten years."

He put a lot of clothes on the bed, made several gestures, raised his head and asked Song Qingxiao:

"Is it enough to bring these clothes?"