Vol 9 Chapter 61: Demon Gathering

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"I recognize this relationship." Ye Qingxuan nodded with a smile, and then his heart suddenly flashed, asking: "So, under the auspices of your master and uncle Dingyi, Feng Yige intentionally regained his spirit and resumed his original life in Baekdo What's the status in China? "
"Can't you?" Wu Suya smiled. "It's a bit difficult, but as long as Fengyi Pavilion is good for the rivers and lakes, after a hundred years, it won't be difficult to gain respect from the rivers and lakes and reshape the status at that time ..."
"Well, this possibility is very large." Ye Qingxuan asked seriously: "Especially now ... if you can use a certain message to wipe out the remaining evil of Momen, it will undoubtedly be a huge reversal of Feng Yige's reputation ... "
Su Suya glanced brightly, then glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and said with a smile: "Brother Ye's words and words, it seems to imply that what happened here is Feng Yige's order?"
"Isn't it?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
Su Suya sneered, and said lightly: "It seems that Brother Ye's prejudice against Fengyi Pavilion is still the same. It should be noted that it is Zhuo Huifan who harmed the martial arts, but Fengyi Pavilion is only a victim of it. Soya can solemnly declare , Everything that happens here has nothing to do with Fengyi Pavilion. "
Ye Qingxuan frowned. Although she didn't speak, she felt that Su Suya was not telling lies.
Wu Suya then smiled, her eyes slyly said, "However, as Brother Ye reminded me, this time is not really an opportunity for me to Fengyi Pavilion. If I could get rid of the magic gate, wouldn't Fengyi Pavilion be able to obtain the rivers and lakes immediately? Agree? "
"The situation is chaotic. Does Feng Yige have another foot in it?" Ye Qingxuan sighed.
Wu Suya said coldly: "Anyway, upright people like Ye Ye are still skeptical of Fengyi Pavilion. Wouldn't it be stupid if Fengyi Pavilion didn't get any benefits?"
As Su Ya said, she paid a respectful gift, respectfully said: "Su Ya just don't stop there, I hope Brother Ye will not forget to promise Feng Yige's promise ..."
Ye Qingxuan reluctantly arched his hands. "Don't worry, as long as Zhuo Huifan's whereabouts, he will be the first to inform your gate."
Watching Su Su Ya Pian went away, Ye Qingxuan could not help but sigh.
It seems that these rivers and lakes are going to be in chaos again.
The night was dark.
Eighty miles outside Guangshou House, Meixiang Mountain.
The cold mist slowly rose from the mountain forest below the mountain stream, with a kind of plum fragrance unique to Jingnan, floating from the side of the mountain road, and the 30-foot lawn in the mountain stream was in the cold mist plum tree.
In the mist, a very strange sound slowly sounded.
It's like the rattlesnake of rattlesnake, hunger and silkworms are eating mulberries, chills are shaking feathers, horrible, gloomy, weird!
The sound was blown from a flute ...
The sound of flute doesn't live in change, and it composes a complete song.
It's just that this song is not pleasant, but it's like a moan of a ghost, a murmur of the devil, a whistling of a dying soul ...
Makes the night in this dense fog even more creepy.
Perhaps, only in the ghost ghost house, can there be such a tune. It is the ghost who plays the Xiao, and it is not the person who listens to the song.
As soon as the sound of the flute sounded, the surrounding atmosphere became weird. The huge lawn seemed to become a spooky horror, and the smoke floating around seemed to be a ghost in the dance.
The moonlight didn't know when to break through the dark clouds and sprinkle a silver glow.
That Yinhui made the cold mist more illusory, but the figure was still visible.
Silhouette of a man.
The man who played the flute was 40-50 years old, with a pale complexion, high cheekbones, fleshy cheeks, a dry face, deep sunken eyes, and a pair of eyes hidden in the eye sockets. The faint faint light seemed to be like two phosphorous fires in the dark night forest.
The blowman's body was also skinny. Although the black cloth gown was narrow, he still felt wide on him.
The sleeves are also very wide, with both hands outside the sleeves, and the back of the hands is full of green tendons, as if crawling on a strip of earthworms, but the fingers are like bird claws, thin and covered with scars.
Dongxiao grabbed between the fingers of each other, one foot in length, and the black hair was bright. I didn't know if it was iron or anything, it was not made of bamboo.
The bamboo flute must not make that sound.
The sound of flutes fluctuated, flying out of the lawn, outside the mountain, outside the forest.
The sound of flute doesn't live in change, but the human face has not changed at all. If the fingers were not shaking, if the mountain wind had blown the flute's clothes and buns, I would not have thought of him as a living person.
The mountain wind gradually rose, blowing the cold mist and blowing plumeria.
The moonlight is more charming.
Under the fascinating moonlight, within the weird flute, a ghostly white cloud wafted from the edge of the dense forest of Hessen.
The flute broke.
The ghost also stopped in an instant, and slowly fell in front of the blowman in the moonlight.
Bright moon obliquely.
A woman dressed plainly and elegantly, her face hidden deep in heavy yarn, was standing up against the wind, facing the flute-maker.
Her figure was slender and tall, and her head was high, even though she couldn't see her flowers, but she also felt the elegance of her impulse.
Just when Yingying stands, it has an endless style and full of mature temptation.
It is extremely difficult for a woman to have such a powerful charm without revealing her jade appearance.
The woman's gaze was always close to the face of the fluteist, and she stepped forward, sighing quietly, and said, "Brother Youxuan, a ghost ghost who hasn't asked Jianghu for a long time, was also invited by Yin Jiuyou to leave the mountain ... Ruoyan came Late, tired Brother waited a long time. "
Unexpectedly, this peerless beauty is actually Ji Ruoyan, the lord of the moon sect, "Yinhou".
"Ghost flute" You Xuan caressed the short flute in his hand slowly, and his deep voice said: "It is not that Ji Zongzhu is late, but I am here too early ... Seeing the thirty-six gates of the Holy Gate, he arrogantly defeated Luo. Then, they fell apart, and the Lord of the Nine Sects struck out because of the "Tianyu Demon Corps". As the Lord of the 36 Brahma Gates, how can he stay in the mountains for a long time and ignore it? "
"So, Brother Yu Xuan isn't Yin Jiu You's helper?" Ji Ruoyan asked with a smile ~ EbookFREE.me ~ guixiao "Yu Xuan smiled slightly, his face was faint, and his deep eyes burst into quiet fire, and he chuckled coldly. : "Yin Jiuyou invited me to be the host, and I invited all cases to solve the matter inside the door with my fairness. If I could be bought easily, how can you give me face to go to an appointment? "
Hahaha ...
As soon as this word came down, a burst of laughter came from the dense forest, and a fiery red man stepped out, which was Huozong Wulieyang.
"Brother You Xuan said so well, Yin Jiuyou can invite you out of the mountain, this hand is beautifully done, otherwise this matter can be started without any nonsense ..."
The fierce afternoon sun is naturally irritating to others.
Yin Jiu's cold voice came, saying: "I haven't seen him for a long time, and the noon brother is still so hot, but recently, I heard that you have turned to Li Daotian,‘ Tianzun ’, do n’t you still think you are my holy man?

Wu Lieyang's face suddenly coagulated, the flames burst into flames, and the surrounding trees were ravaged.
(= Remember in a second)