036 Magic Star

The sun in the west has slipped down the mountain. The deaf uncle's cloudy eyes looked at the stone steps all the way. The wrinkles on his face unfolded like **, and his turbid eyes were more confused in the afterglow of the day and didn't know what to think about.

Mountains are winding like snakes.

Yang Zifan picked up the stairs, turned a mountain pass, and saw a blue stone flat ground, which was square, not about 100 feet square, and overgrown with weeds. In the middle of the flat ground, there is a one-sized bronze tripod, and the simple pattern can be faintly seen under the rust color of the tripod. It must be a sword tripod cast into a yellow dragon sword.

Yang Zifan walked curiously to the bronze tripod and gently touched it with his hand. The cold tripod seemed to be talking about its loneliness. Looking at the dilapidated appearance around him, he was actually a little similar to himself. He couldn't help feeling pity and said to himself to the bronze tripod, "The world is desolate. It's really hard for you."

The tripod did not move. Yang Zifan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "Talking to a tripod is really..."

The deaf uncle in front of him seemed to turn his head and wave to Yang Zifan to keep up.

Looking up, there was a black stone door at the end of the flat ground. The stone door was closed, and the three big words in the floating cloud cave at the top were almost unrecognizable. The deaf uncle approached the door with a food box.

When he arrived at the front of the palace, two thunder lights suddenly flashed in the air, and then an axe-like weapon appeared out of thin air and blocked the way. However, the handle behind the axe was more than five feet long. The axe was shaped like a moon, the blade was sharp, and the lightning was like a snake, and it was invincible in front of the door.

Yang Zifan was shocked when he saw it. The name of this axe-like weapon was Yu, but he didn't know who it was. The momentum was so scary.

In front, the deaf uncle stopped when that Gu Yue appeared and raised his head slightly. Gu Yue trembled and floated up like a guard soldier standing on the side of the Black Stone Gate.

The deaf uncle turned around and waved to Yang Zifan again, and then pointed to the position beside him. Yang Zifan quickly walked over and stood side by side with him.

The ancient yu suddenly raised three feet, floated to Yang Zifan's side, and turned around his body. The light on his body moved slightly. Although the simple carvings were beautiful, they seemed to hide thousands of eyes, which overwhelmed him with thousands of pressures. Yang Zifan only felt that he was like a string at this moment. The sharp blade trembled in front of it.

"Kka." A dull sound.

But it seemed to cut the string in his heart. Gu Yu suddenly burst into lightning and flew up and was about to split it. Yang Zifan was shocked all over his body, and his body almost exploded, but he was pulled by a rough palm beside him.

A calm force slowly came from the palm of his hand to his body, comforting his trembling heart. Yang Zifan turned his head and saw that the deaf uncle's wrinkled face was slightly relaxed. A warmth surged to his heart, and Gu Yu, who was flying on his side, also calmed down and floated quietly in the air.

The black stone gate in front of him slowly opened, and the deaf uncle walked in, and Yang Zifan also followed.

Another muffled sound, the black stone gate slowly closed, and it gradually darkened. The sound of closing the door seemed to be a knock on his heart by small sticks. Yang Zifan looked back, and the white light outside the door disappeared little by little, and his heart was nervous for no reason.

After a moment, the last light also faded, leaving only the dark scene around him. He took a deep breath, turned his head and looked into the cave. The deaf uncle beside him had bowed and walked in.

The hole is not wide, and about three people can walk in parallel. With his night vision ability, he can't see the inside of the hole clearly, as if there is a black curtain in the depths of the hole covering all the bright things in the world.

Yang Zifan took a deep breath again, tried to relax his endless tension, and followed...

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There was a drop of water falling in an unknown direction in the dark.

"Tit, Ting!"

The voice is dull but powerful, with some strangeness in this dark scene. The bright moon stood in the darkness, and the only light in her eyes gradually faded away.

In the depths, there is a gasp.

Bloomingly.

very weak, very weak.

The bright moon looked in that direction, and there was no light in his eyes.

"You're still here after all."

In the dark, mixed with the sound of dripping water echoed in the air, and the sound was rough and dry.

Then, there was a trace of light, which seemed to be darker than the darkness. It lit up in the hole. It was a pair of eyes with few white eyelids and black eyes accounting for the vast majority. In such a dark environment, even the slight scarlet in these eyes could be seen clearly.

The bright moon took a step and hesitated.

The eyes saw it and closed.

A long silence.

No movement, no light, not even the sound of water droplets left.

This may be the bright moon hesitating, or the eyes in the dark waiting. But in the end, the patience of those eyes won.

The bright moon took a step and broke the silence.

The eyes opened again, and then there was a sound in the hole, which was the bright moon.

"You said, you will teach me something when I come back."

"Of course, what I say always counts." The dry voice behind the eyes is a little rapid.

Maybe he has been waiting for this moment for a long time and is a little excited.

"You also said that after teaching me something, I can defeat most of the masters in the world."

"Yes, that's it."

"But you killed my father." Mingyue's voice was a little stiff and a little angry.

He may be doubting why he came here and whether he came here right.

"Tit, Ting..."

The sound of water droplets in the hole echoed again.

"Then you go!"

The eyes were opened again and slowly.

"Open your eyes and don't pretend to be nothing. You have to teach me and teach me everything about you, and then I will let you go." Mingyue could no longer stand such a depressing atmosphere. He remembered Yang Zifan's face and Qinglin's cold eyes on him. It was a sharp sword inserted into the depths of his heart. He wanted to revenge, and he wanted to be strong.

The man didn't open his eyes in the dark, but said lightly, "But at that time, you will kill me. You are a cowardly and vicious guy."

Mingyue was stunned. He really thought so. The man's words broke all his fantasies and tore up the last little secret in his heart. He looked back with difficulty and looked at the rock wall when he came. The cold smell was suffocating.

"The cowardly and vicious guy..." His heart kept repeating this sentence, over and over again, like a magic spell, chattering, cursing his body and cursing his soul trembling in the night, but he could no longer look back.