It was dark at night, and Qiu Li lit the white candle indoors. For one second, the wonderful novels are read for free without pop-ups!

There was clearly a "whimpering" sound outside, but there was no slight movement inside.

On the cliffs beside the valley, there are thick and thin vines, and from a distance, they look like a large green intertwined net, wrapping the cliff. The seven people hung in a messy manner on a vine. The holes in the clothes of several people seemed to be burned by flames, while each of them looked as if they were frozen by the cold air, cold and purple. If the people in the village were still there, they would be surprised to see them. Are these missing people in the village? But although these people were embarrassed and their clothes had not changed, they were still coarse and linen shirts, their temperaments became different. Especially Xiaowan, the daughter of the old scholar, whose originally yellow face was now delicate, now she had delicate skin. If she had not been injured, she would be a rare little beauty.

It was only autumn, but the wind blowing by the cliff was as sharp as a sharp blade, cut on the seven people's body and faces one after another. After a while, a few bloody holes were scraped off on the faces of several people, making the faces of those who were already embarrassed look even more ferocious. The youngest child among the seven people was already at the end of his strength, and he was even more shaky when the wind blade blew it, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Brother, Sister Xiaowan, save me!" Although the boy was young and had poor physical strength, he would soon be unable to hold on.

Seeing that the house was dilapidated and disrepaired all year round, Qiu Li was afraid that the wind outside would blow open the door of the house in the middle of the night, so he got up and went to the outside to check it out.

As soon as he arrived at the outer room, he suddenly shivered all over. "The night wind in the mountains is so cold, and the room that just happened to be inside can't feel it at all." He checked the windowsill and the door, blocking the gap with broken wood and ragged cloth strips. Just as he was about to return to the inner room, he suddenly heard an abnormal movement.

The martial arts practitioners were very clear-headed. Although the wind was loud, Qiu Li still heard a strange sound, as if someone was asking for help. He looked at the inner room with concern and decided to go out to find out. He closed the door, pulled out a pair of daggers measured by his waist, and slowly moved towards the source of the sound.

The closer he got to the sound, Qiu Li found that the wind became stronger and stronger, until he walked to the edge of the cliff, and the wind hit his face, causing him to feel pain.

"The sound comes from the bottom of the cliff." Qiu Li covered his face with one hand and looked down the cliff carefully. The night was dark and the wind was high. Although his vision was blocked, he still saw several people hanging on the vines of the cliff, blowing from place to place. There was also a five or six-year-old child.

"Can the people below hear me?"

When Qiu Li was traveling a few years ago, he saved a Qingshan Taoist. To thank him, the Qingshan Taoist taught him a skill of transmitting sounds against noon. Although it is similar to Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, the Lion Roar, and if you practice it to the extreme, the sound waves emitted can shock people's internal injuries and vomit blood, and the seven orifices fail. But the difference is that transmitting sounds against noon can attack and control, and can isolate the hearing of irrelevant people. It is an unpopular martial art. There was a theft organization in the world, and people in it understood a secret technique of transmitting sounds. Qiu Li accidentally encountered them stealing, and could actually hear their voice transmissions between them, which helped the local government to capture theft organization.

Strangely, he had never heard of any sect in the world that had such a skill. He had visited Abbot Xuanyi of Shaolin Sect to ask about this technique. The old abbot read a lot of scriptures that he couldn't understand, and asked him to practice well and not waste it, so he refused to continue talking.

At this time, he used this skill, "You each have a vine, and I will pull you up one by one." Qiu Li first grabbed the vine that was hanging on the child. There were some fine thorns on the vine. Fortunately, the child was light, so he would not pull his hands. But the next few people were adults with strong expressions. He spent a lot of effort to pull up a thin man, and his palm was also pricked with blood. It was so eager to save people, so he had to continue.

The thin man who had just come up took a break in place for a while and began to pull the vines with him to save people.

At this time, in the blacksmith shop, Qiu Yan saw Qiu Li going out to check the house. He had nothing to do and sat on the square table, picked up the paper and pen on the table to practice calligraphy. However, he was about to move the inkstone closer, but not only did not move according to his force, but instead turned.

"KaKaKaKa."

After a sound of the wall on the side of the bed, it moved up halfway and a hole for people to enter appeared.

"There is a secret passage here?"

Driven by curiosity, Qiu Yan went to the bed and turned sideways into the secret passage.

As soon as Qiu Yan entered, his body lost balance and rolled continuously until his eyes were filled with stars and a "boom" sound, it finally came to the end.

Qiu Yan's face turned pale, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a bright corridor, with some bloody fighting scenes on both sides, especially for the weapons on it, the carvings were particularly detailed.

He supported himself and looked behind him. Although the slope was steep, he could climb back slowly. He called Qiu Li twice, and found that no one responded. He also knew that Qiu Yan had not come back yet, or hadn't heard it at all. So he walked slowly along the corridor.

The murals on both sides gradually changed, from the scene of some fighting characters just now, they turned into weapons, including swords, swords, sticks, axes and hammers, and even some of them that he had never seen before. They had a very strange appearance, which should also be weapons. He recalled the unfinished drawings in the room, and after thinking about it, he smiled: "I'm afraid the owner of this blacksmith shop is still a masterpiece of the unborn person. The depiction on this wall is not something that ordinary people can do. Besides, those weapons are also masterpieces of that person."

Qiu Yan walked on the corridor for about a quarter of an hour. He was addicted to the murals along the way and did not notice any closed stone door in front of him. There was a light intertwined with red and blue in the crack. As soon as he approached, the light obviously disappeared and disappeared.

Qiu Yan took a lot of effort to push open the stone door, "Is anyone there?" The door was about ten meters wide, and there was a stove higher than a person in the middle of the stone chamber, which was somewhat similar to the iron-smelting stove outside the blacksmith shop, but it was obviously much more exquisite and much larger. And strangely, the stove did not have a bellows for burning fire, but the flames in the stove could burn by themselves. He reached out to open the metal gate on the stove, and the flame inside jumped three feet high, and suddenly turned blue and turned red, and instantly touched his hand that had not yet been able to retract.

He originally thought he was going to be injured by the flame this time, but he didn't expect that the flames of the tentacles did not show heat and felt a little cool. He thought he was wrong, and his hand did not retract, but slowly reached into the stove, and was stunned.

He encountered an object.

The moment he touched the object, a brilliant blue light burst out from the furnace. At that moment, he seemed to see a scene through the light and shadow.

Qingshan's figure held a sword in one hand and a pen in the other hand, Yang Sa was freely in the air, writing with a strong spirit. He recited: One thought of the world's virtues, two thoughts of the great righteousness, three thoughts of the sword pointing to the world, four thoughts of punishing evil and promoting good, five thoughts of the right path in the world, six thoughts of evil demons weeping blood, seven thoughts of the vicissitudes of the world, eight thoughts of the origin and fall of the cause, nine thoughts of all fate return to one.

Immediately afterwards, the blue color slowly disappeared, and then a strange plain came. The grass did not grow, the rivers were exhausted, and the people inside were no different from ordinary people, with their pupils either blue or red. They rushed into a group of people as if they were crazy, and suddenly they all arched their bodies, like a beast ready to go, attacking the crowd, and then pounced on people to eat flesh and blood. The scene suddenly became uncontrollable. They seemed to be aroused by blood and had a deeper desire, attacking and biting when they saw people, and their pupils became darker and darker.

The figure of Qingshan reappeared. He held the sword, his figure was unpredictable. He came out with a sword, as if thousands of swords were fired at the same time. His figure changed, as if millions of figures were activated at the same time. The huge pen waved in the air, stroked and stroked, as if a trace was carved into the sky. After writing it one by one, the word suddenly flew from the air like a soul, rushed into the group of strange people like wild beasts, and suddenly exploded. The font escaped into the foreheads of the strange people like dispersed green ink, causing them to stay in place.

The blue figure took advantage of this to kill all directions until the aliens were slaughtered.

But the dead aliens suddenly started to twitch after only a few breaths, opened their eyes again, struggled to stand up, and continued to attack the living people around them.

Suddenly, the east horizon was lingering with heat fog, and a trace of twist began to spread around from the middle.

A lacquer golden pagoda sent high into the clouds appeared out of thin air.

The pagoda is like a thing outside the world. It cannot see its full picture clearly, but it is suppressed by its power. A green light shot out from the pagoda and hit all the strange people. Suddenly, the strange people's body seemed to be broken and finally turned into a bubble.

The man in blue shirt stood with his back to the pagoda, unable to see his face and expression. However, the huge pen in the sky buzzed excitedly when the nine-story tower appeared. The man in blue shirt raised his hand and waved his pen, and the huge pen rushed into the ninth floor of the nine-story tower as if he had agreed, and disappeared.

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