Yaoyao Yuxian

"Come here, my boy."

The white mist in front of him suddenly dissipated, and a quaint small courtyard appeared in front of him, with antique wooden huts, low fences, and a towering tree in the middle of the courtyard.

Under the big tree is a wooden table, and a white-haired man is sitting beside the wooden table.

The white-haired man turned his back to Gu Yuli, he couldn't see his face, but his voice sounded hollow, not like a real person's voice.

Wing Bird struggled to stand up, and screamed at Gu Yuli, warning her not to approach this quaint little courtyard.

The white mist dissipated, and the undulating ground under my feet turned out to be pits of all sizes. These pits were all destroyed by some spell. White powder was scattered around the pits, and there were blue ghost lights floating around, like an ancient castle. On Qingshi Street, the one who once harassed Xuanyuanba was exactly the same.

The quaint little courtyard is completely different from the gloomy outside.

The white-haired man sat with his back facing the courtyard door, his figure was very thin.

"Why don't you come in?" The man spoke again, but never turned around: "I have anything you want here."

Gu Yuli was unmoved, she carefully observed the surrounding environment.

Where there seems to be no danger, there is often a huge crisis hidden.

The more this time comes, the more careful we should deal with it.

"Sister?" Talang's voice sounded in his mind.

Gu Yuli was overjoyed, and she sent a voice transmission: "Brother, are you alright?"

"En. It's almost done." The voice of Talang stopped for a while, and then sounded again: "The breath here is a bit familiar. Let me out first."

Talang had healed his wounds in the 'No-Self Virtual Source' for several months, and he had been sober for a short time. Gu Yuli told him about the situation he was in, and naturally did not hide anything from the 'No-Self Virtual Source'.

A burst of white light flashed, and Talang's figure gradually appeared in front of Gu Yuli's eyes.

The tall and straight young man had bright eyes, and the wound had healed. He looked at the quaint wooden courtyard in front of him, and the white-haired man sitting with his back facing them under the big tree.

This is the man.The breath on his body gave him a very strange feeling, with some kind of strange attraction, which made him want to get closer involuntarily.

"Sister, that man is a bit weird." Ta Lang said softly.

Gu Yuli nodded, able to appear in the depths of the ancient medicine garden with such a posture.It must be a little weird, and she even suspected that the small courtyard in front of her was just an illusion, and this white-haired man didn't really exist.

It's not impossible, there are some large formations where treasures are often buried.Most of these large formations are phantom formations plus other offensive formations.

"Since you don't come in, then I'll show up." The white-haired man seemed a little helpless in his tone.More popular.

The white-haired man stood up and turned around slowly.

This is an extremely handsome face, a little more sinister than Zhu Yan who I have seen before, and a little more handsome than Dejun's charming face, bright eyes, adding to the whole person the indifferent look of Wuchen temperament.

Contradictory temperaments appear in one person at the same time, causing a great visual impact.

Gu Yuli couldn't help but stare blankly.

Talang was also taken aback for a moment.

The white-haired man pursed his lips and smiled.It just floated towards them, yes.Not walking, but floating.

Gu Yuli noticed this difference, she blurted out; "You are not human."

"I'm really not human." The white-haired man let his white hair hang down, floated to the door of the small courtyard, looked at Gu Yuli and Ta Lang with a smile: "I've been dead for thousands of years, maybe longer, who knows !” The white-haired man laughed at himself.

After thousands of years of death, his spiritual consciousness can still be immortal, and it has long existed in the depths of this ancient medicine garden. How powerful was this white-haired man before he was alive.

The cultivators who entered the depths of the ancient medicine garden for hundreds of years all fell here. The white powder around the countless potholes outside the small courtyard is the bones left by these cultivators, and the blue will-o'-the-wisps are their unwilling resentment.

It is astonishing that a white-haired man who died thousands of years ago can suppress so many powerful people with a little bit of spiritual consciousness.

Who dares to underestimate such a touch of spiritual knowledge?

"Both little ones, I see you both want something."

The white-haired man looked at Gu Yuli: "Little girl, the Tianyuan Lingquan you want is on the wooden table over there. If you can pass through the purple stamen on the left, I will give it to you."

He raised his right hand, and one of the leaves from the big tree in the courtyard flew down, and on the left side of the courtyard gate, it turned into a purple crystal flower, shining brightly, with seven diamond-shaped petals, each of which was crystal clear. , people can't help but want to touch.

The seven petals open slowly, and the stamen in the center changes into the shape of an arched door.

Gu Yuli and Ta Lang looked at each other, knowing that each other had made a decision, no matter what was waiting for them in the road ahead, they had to give it a try.

All the way to practice is inherently difficult.

If you want to be stable in the first life, then you don't need to take the path of practice.

"Brother, be careful."

"Don't worry, your brother, I'm still waiting to marry a beautiful wife next year." Ta Lang handed Gu Yuli three tufts of white fox fur: "You put this thing away, and if you are in danger, use one. "

Gu Yuli hummed, and put away the three tufts of white fox fur properly. At this moment, if he said anything to give way, it would seem hypocritical.

She pursed her lips lightly, and walked into the purple stamen.

Talang watched Gu Yuli's figure disappear slowly, then turned his head to look at the white-haired man floating by the gate of the small courtyard: "You...are you also a demon spirit?"

The white-haired man frowned slightly: "Demon Spirit?" Immediately, he realized that the demon spirit the young man was talking about was probably what the outside world called them as a human being. Damn, they were actually compared to demons.

It's just a disgrace.

It is also sad to think that the human beings who have been extremely glorious in the past and have the blood of the ancient ancestors in their bodies have fallen to this point, and they also call themselves demon spirits.

That period of history may have been annihilated.

Ta Lang looked respectful: "Senior, do you know where the biography of the ancient ancestors is?" Since he is a senior demon spirit who died thousands of years ago, he may have heard of this biography.

"Why do you want this useless biography?" the white-haired man asked.

Ta Lang's eyes are serious, and he looks completely different from his previous frivolous appearance: "I want to get the secret method of the ancient ancestors, seek greater power, and protect my people from being bullied by outsiders."

"I have the secret method you need here. It is a practice method created by the ancient Nine-tailed Clan, but..." the white-haired man looked at Ta Lang: "The secret method in your mind may not be able to solve your problem."

A practice technique created by the ancient nine-tailed clan?

Talang's eyes lit up, and what he needed was such a secret method: "Senior, tell me, what should I do to satisfy your request?"

"It's very simple." The white-haired man pursed his lips and smiled: "As long as you pass the test I set and agree to do one thing for me at the same time, I will give you this secret method and other treasures. Gift. However, if you give one-third of your natal spirit to that girl, I am afraid you will be able to pass the test."

The three tufts of white fox fur are the result of Talang's natal spirit, and each tuft possesses the power of the ancient Nine Tails.

Ta Lang's hands hanging by his side clenched into fists: "No matter what, I will try."

"Even if you lose your life?" the white-haired man asked.

"That's right." Talang said these two words heavily.

An inexplicable light flashed across the eyes of the white-haired man: "I can bring back the three tufts of fox fur in that girl's hand now, do you need it?"

"No need." Talang couldn't wait any longer: "Tell me quickly, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"Don't worry, you pass my test first."

The white-haired man raised his right hand, and a leaf from the big tree in the middle of the yard flew down and landed outside the yard, just beside the purple stamen, forming a huge fire lion. The lion opened its mouth wide, and the whole body was burning with fire It was red, and it seemed to be able to feel the scorching temperature standing next to it.

Talang didn't wait for the white-haired man to speak, he jumped into the mouth of the fire lion with a fist, and disappeared into the mouth of the huge fire lion in the blink of an eye.

Small courtyard door.

"He's really impatient. It seems that he has suffered a lot." The white-haired man smiled slightly, swung his right hand, and the last leaf from the big tree flew down and landed on the top of the winged bird.

The winged bird was free again in a short time.

It spread its wings and flew around the white-haired man, screaming in dissatisfaction, asking him why he spent so little energy to give these two outsiders a chance.

To activate a trial secret realm, at least the wisp of consciousness of the white-haired man will be consumed, and it will stay here for ten years, which is 20 years for two people.

Wingbird only wants to be by the white-haired man's side for thousands of years. Under this special law of the cave, its cultivation has not improved at all, but has become weaker and weaker.

Even so, it only wants to stay here, to accompany the white-haired man, and never let those outsiders defile this quaint little courtyard.

This is the last residence where it lived with the white-haired man.

"Yi'er, you're messing around again."

"Hopefully, they won't disappoint me this time. Yi'er, you can't delay anymore, it's time to go out. If any of them succeed, you can let them go."

The winged bird shook its head vigorously, spread its wings, and hit the emerald wine glass on the wooden table.

"boom!"

A white light hit the winged bird's body, and the winged bird was thrown out, hit the big tree, and then fell to the ground, the winged bird sang sadly.

The white-haired man turned his back to it: "You should go." After speaking, he disappeared in front of the wooden table without a trace.

In a quaint small courtyard.

The white winged bird circled around the big tree alone, whining.

In the purple stamen, there is a trial illusion.

While Gu Yuli was walking, her feet were covered with purple stone bricks, paved into a bridge, extending far ahead, surrounded by white mist, she couldn't see what was there, only the road ahead was very clear. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)