Chapter 13 Mysterious Call

Night, silent night.

Zhang Ziguang held a long sword and stood proudly in the night sky. His eyebrows were murderous. Opposite him stood a man in white. His green eyes flashed with a strange light, and his snow-white clothes were stained dark red by accumulated blood.

Wave the sword, thunder and dance, and then wave the sword, the world is desolate.

Zhang Ziguang split countless swords with endless hatred, accompanied by bursts of swords, the space broke, and the fragments fell to the ground like broken glass.

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the time was still. On the fragments of the space, the broken arms and limbs were reflected, the flames were reflected, and the blood flow into the sea. Around those broken spaces, there were full of dying and heartbreaking shouts!

"Ah...!" Zhang Ziguang was shocked from his sleep. The pajamas were soaked in cold sweat. He sat up and gasped heavily. He settled down and looked out of the window. He saw a cold moon hanging in the cold sky, spreading all his thoughts...

"Ziguang donor, get up!" In the morning, a voice called Zhang Ziguang out of his sleep. Zhang Ziguang opened his eyes reluctantly and looked out of the window sleepily. He saw a kind-looking old monk smiling at him. It's the Zhikong Master who lives next door

Zhang Ziguang quickly put on his clothes and went out. He smiled at Master Zhikong and said, "Master Zhikong, it's so early today!"

The old monk smiled and looked straight at this purple light. Zhang Ziguang felt a numbness in his scalp, because he felt that there was always a conspiracy in Master Zhikong's smile.

Sure enough, Master Zhikong said, "The old monk is inevitably lonely when practicing here all year round. The main reason is that if there is nothing urgent, just stay here for another 15 days!"

When Zhang Ziguang heard the words, he fell to the ground early, put his hands together and prayed, "God, save Buddha!"

Master Zhikong said, "Since you are leaving, the temple will not leave you. Several disciples of your Jianfeng have come to the temple to find you. Please come back!"

Zhang Ziguang stood up with a carp, his eyes shining, and said, "Lord Buddha, is this old monk true?"

Master Zhikong laughed and said, "Your people are waiting for you at the temple gate. Please do it!"

Zhang Ziguang packed his luggage and rushed out of the temple without looking back. Behind him, many monks were secretly happy and felt relieved.

Zhang Ziguang came to the door and saw six young people waiting there without saying anything. In addition to Wu Zhilong, who was practicing in the Qingchan Temple with him, there were also one more male, two female disciples. The man's name was Zhao Xuewei. He stared at Zhang Ziguang angrily and scolded, "Brother Zhang is too slow!"

Zhang Ziguang glanced at him and ignored him. Instead, he raised a bad smile and said to the two female disciples, "The two uncles have not seen each other for a long time, and they are more like flowers and jade, as beautiful as immortals!"

The two women's faces were crimson, and both of them smiled. One of them smiled and said, "Master Zhang's nephew hasn't seen you for a few days. You are still romantic and smooth!"

The woman talking is called Chen Siya, and the woman standing beside him is her fellow sister, named Li Jing. Both of them came from Qingbi's real family. The female disciples of the Jianfeng School have practiced the truth since childhood. Their temperament and charm are by no means comparable to ordinary women in the world, so their smile can make countless passing men's hearts rippled.

Zhang Ziguang said slowly with a respectful face, "Although I am handsome, I am really dwarfed by the beauty of the two uncles' sinking fish and falling geese, the closed moon and shy flowers!"

The two female disciples were teased by Zhang Ziguang again, attracting a big ** in front of the gate of Qingchan Temple. Wu Zhilong came forward and patted Zhang Ziguang on the shoulder and said, "You go to Kunlun Mountain with several uncles. We are going back."

Zhang Ziguang restrained his smile, frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Go back? Kunlun Mountain? What are you talking about?"

Wu Zhilong said nostalgicly, "You teachers want us to go back quickly, so we won't explain much. You can talk to your brother later and say goodbye!"

"Farewell!" Liu Yuhong and Zheng Mei said in unison, and then went away with the sword.

Zhang Ziguang was confused and looked at Zhao Xuewei. Zhao Xuewei snorted coldly and turned around. He didn't look at him. Zhang Ziguang looked helplessly and looked at the two female disciples and said, "Two uncles..."

Li Jing smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, Brother Zhao is naturally taciturn and doesn't like to talk to people. This is because of his personality. You don't have to mind. In fact, we are going to the sword test conference this time!"

Zhang Ziguang was puzzled and said, "Sword testing conference? What is it? Li Jing saw Zhang Ziguang's confused appearance and wanted to laugh again. Chen Siya took over and said, "A few days ago, my master Qingbi Zhenren, the elder of Ziying School, and Yunkong of Shushan found a peerless magic soldier near the Biyun Mountains. This magic soldier is quite psychic and needs to find a host to exert the power of the magic soldier. Therefore, the three invited the air-level practitioners of various sects who have no divine soldiers to go to the Ziying School of Kunlun Mountain to find a host for this peerless divine soldier.

Zhang Ziguang nodded and said, "Most of the empty-level practitioners who do not have divine soldiers are the mesozoic generation of various sects, and most of your generation of empty-level practitioners are uncles. How can such a big thing let such a junior go!"

Li Jing said, "Although we are called uncle, we are not a few years older than you, but the generation is higher than you, and our cultivation is almost the same as yours. In addition, your master only has such a precious apprentice as you. Who will you choose?"

Zhang Ziguang smiled dryly and said, "Uncles, let's go!"

The four people's swords traveled into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

The person who cultivates the truth can travel thousands of miles a day, and its speed can be imagined. However, in half a day, the four people have traveled a quarter of the journey.

Four people fell in a small town. The town is called Osmanthus Town, which is a small town in the central part of the Central Plains. Every spring, the osmanthus flowers in the town will bloom and float thousands of miles, hence the name of Osmanthus Town.

This matter is in early spring, and the osmanthus flowers have not yet been fully opened, but this is enough to make the two female disciples indulge in the fragrance of flowers. The traffic goes back and forth. Zhang Ziguang shook his head helplessly, greeted the three uncles, and went to the inn by himself.

Zhang Ziguang stayed alone in the inn and felt tired. He was alone in the room and fell asleep. In his dream, he suddenly heard a voice, which was difficult to catch.

Zhang Ziguang was shocked and woke up from his dream. At this time, the bright moon was already hanging high, and the silver-white moonlight illuminated the courtyard of the inn. There is a faint sadness in the cold.

Zhang Ziguang felt dizzy, as if something was deeply summoning him. That feeling was indescribable, but very clear, not far away, as if there was a secret calling him.

Zhang Ziguang involuntarily got out of bed, his body was light, as if uncontrollab, walking aimlessly on the empty street. He felt that the call was getting stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be a voice shouting: "Come on, here!"

Before long, Zhang Ziguang stopped in front of the bay lake. The moonlight seemed to be gentle and sprinkled on the mirror-like lake. The silver lake was covered with sparkling microwaves, elegant and quiet.

Zhang Ziguang was sober. He was surprised to observe all the scenery around the lake and said to himself, "Strange, how could I come to this place?"

Zhang Ziguang circled around the lake and saw a two-foot-long stone tablet standing quietly by the lake. A few words were written on the tablet: Lake of the Sleepers.

Zhang Ziguang looked at the strange name of the lake and couldn't help smiling. All of a glance, he only saw that the back of the stone pillar was still strange.

He bent down and looked carefully and found that there was a palm print engraved on the stone tablet. Below the palm print was a wolf-shaped mark.

Zhang Ziguang said to himself, "This mark seems to be a little familiar. Where have you seen it?"

After thinking for a long time, he shook his head helplessly and reached out to touch the palm print.

At the moment when his palm touched the palm print, a sword light suddenly crossed the sky, and a huge wolf shadow appeared in the northern sky. The thunder exploded, and the lightning reflected the lake into a pale white.

With the light of lightning, Zhang Ziguang saw the lake churning, and the surface of the lake seemed to be boiling, bubbling.

The huge lake seems to have been cut by a sharp weapon, opening a gap in the center, which is getting bigger and bigger. After a while, the lake was separated in half,

Zhang Ziguang was stunned. In the middle of the lake, there was a narrow road. On both sides of the road were rolling lake water, but the road was very dry and not contaminated by water vapor at all. The road ahead is dark, and I don't know where to go.

Zhang Ziguang had a burst of fear in his heart and planned to call three uncles for a long time, but the mysterious call sounded at once: "Come in...come in...

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