Eternal Gate

"Ghost!"

The old Shroud screamed, turned his head and ran.

Zhao Yun was the most conscious, and just pressed it to him.

Eh?

When his eyes were clear, the old man in the shroud made a soft voice. He did not recognize the witty words or the eight-character Hu, but he recognized the popular face of Zhao Yun, as if he had taken this goods to the tomb of the Barbarian King.

But in his memory, this guy should have already died in the tomb. Why is it still alive, not only alive, but also this cultivation base, only half a year, has it been opened to the gods? Soaring from the true spiritual realm to the highest point of the Ksitigarbha?

Too many doubts made his mind a little dizzy.

"Senior, don't come unharmed." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Um... don't come here unharmed."

The Shroud Old Man took his hand and turned around Zhao Yun. Sometimes he stretched his hand and pinched Zhao Yun’s small arms and legs. It seemed that the old man should have been in the tomb for too long, and he only recognized Zhao Yun as an acquaintance. But I don't know that Ji Hen is the sacred son of Tianzong, and has long been famous.

If you know it, you will drop your jaw.

Zhao Yun ignored the goods and only watched the punch line.

The old Shroud Dao circled around him, and the punch line, like a little follower, followed closely behind the old Shroud Dao, looking at him with a confused head.

After a long time, the shroud veteran also noticed that it was wrong, so he looked up from Zhao Gongzi and focused on the punch line.

At this look, his old eyes squinted slightly, this is a dead man! Oh no, it should be a living dead. Unlike a puppet, this little girl can act on her own without being summoned.

Also, what kind of power is the wisps of haze wandering around on his body.

After a peek, I don't know why.

Such a weird existence, he still saw him for the first time.

"It's it."

Zhao Yun flicked his hand, and stole something from the shroud old man.

It's a piece of jade, green and translucent, isn't it just Qing Jue? It is also a broken piece.

He finally understood that it should be Qing Jue in the punch line, and he sensed this fragment and drove the punch line to come, which is why the punch line always follows the shroud.

"Wow, wipe! Someone who stole things." Shroud shouted aloud.

"This thing, where did you come from." Zhao Yun held Qing Jue and swept over and over again.

"An ancestral thing." The old shroud said meaningfully.

"Believe you a ghost, steal it from the tomb!"

The eight-character Hu curled his lips. Although he didn't recognize the fat old man, he had heard of his name.

Which one is better to rob tombs? Xiyue Hengchuan asked Xu Liang to talk about this old thing. He always likes to wear a shroud and stroll around the world. He has a soft spot for other people's ancestral graves.

"Don't say it's so ugly, it's called borrowing." The shroud was old-fashioned, stroking his beard, and his look was so heavy and hearty. Taking advantage of the dim moonlight, it was a kind of compelling, and it was getting better.

"It doesn't matter if you steal it or borrow it, this jade pendant is mine." Zhao Yun was still very conscious.

"Is it the old man who stayed in for a long time? Today's young people are so shameless?" The old shroud's face became dark, and I stole it out with all the hard work. It's yours.

Zhao Yun didn't say a word, so he stuffed a picture scroll in his hand.

Hmm...a good new year's goods.

Shroud sees it, his eyes are sharp.

"This... just like a human doing."

The servant said so deeply, he picked up the picture scroll, and didn't mention the jade pendant again.

Zhao Yun disagreed, and incorporated the broken Qing Jue into the punchline.

Suddenly, the punch line is full of brilliance, wisps of haze linger, and she is dreamlike.

Shroud looked surprised when he saw it.

Seeing the horoscope, he was full of curiosity.

"I said, where did this girl come from." The old shroud looked at the eight-character Hu.

"This kid's daughter-in-law, the kind of marriage." Hu said in a small voice.

Dark marriage?

The experience is as extensive as a shroud, and they are quite surprised.

"I still have it, or else." Ba Zi Hu poked the shroud, his sleeves were full of scrolls, not one or two, it was a big bundle, and this was just a small part of it.

"How embarrassing it is." The old shroud smiled and reached out to take it.

"I didn't say it was free, you have to buy it with money."

"Look at you junior, talking about how much money hurts feelings."

"Don't pull it down."

"I want it."

The two old men moved a little bit and whispered on top of their heads.

Bargaining is mainly bargaining.

Paying the money in one hand and delivering the goods in one hand, a transaction is so pleasantly concluded.

Compared with the two of them, Zhao Gongzi was still more serious, so he kept the punch line and melted another piece of Qing Jue. The punch line was changing, the power of the marriage is more refined, and the haze around him was more beautiful.

"interesting."

The old shroud has come back, sighing.

The world is big, and there are all kinds of strange things, such as this little living dead girl, is one of them.

Is it so magical to get married?

"Old way, whose tomb is down here." The eight-character tugged at the shroud.

"This... is a suspicion." The old Shouti took a deep breath.

"What is... Suspicious Mound?"

"The so-called suspicion mound is a pit."

Shouti Lao Dao swears, his old face is no longer black. After being trapped for more than half a year, he understands that it is Daoer who has a grave, and the pit is a tomb thief. If he hadn't been witty enough, he would have been buried in it. The person who made the suspicion grave is an individual talent. He has stolen the tombs for so many years, picking up the tombs for so many years, and suffered so much in the first time.

"If you have done too many things that damage your yin morality, you will get retribution sooner or later." Hu said deeply.

"The old man only takes the treasure and does not disturb the dead." The old shroud said solemnly. In the eyes of Ba Zi Hu, this is a nonsense. The burial objects are taken away, and they say not to disturb the dead? It's almost time to lift the coffin!

"Is Ruoshui taken away by you?" Zhao Yun asked with his eyes sideways.

"That girl is a cultivator. I found a good master for her." The old shroud stroked her beard.

"Thanks to you for taking her away." Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

"What do you mean?"

"That small village was ransacked by robbers, and there is no life left."

"Is there anything like this?" The old Shouti frowned, feeling very grateful. If Ruoshui was not taken away, the girl would also be killed, so there would be one less masterful wizard in this world.

The eight-character Hu is only a listener, and there are some things that he can make up for himself. At that time, Ji Hen went to kill the robbers, mostly to avenge the people in that village. If it weren't for this kind of thing, they would not get acquainted.

"She's in Tianyin Pavilion, take the time to visit her." Shouti said, and turned around, "I have something to do, go ahead."

"Go to the grave again?" Ba Zi Hu glanced at it.

"Grab your sister's grave, look for Qilin blood, if water waits for it to help?"

"Don't look for it, this one has it." Eight-character Hu stretched out his hand and pulled him back again.

Shroud raised his eyebrows and scanned Zhao Yun again, "Do you have... Qilin blood?"

"Yes." Zhao Yun smiled.

"You can't find a place to step through the iron shoes. It takes no effort to get there." The old shroud was in a daunting spirit, rubbing the old hand severely, his eyes gleaming, "Quick, let me see."

When the words fell, the little unicorn sprang out.

I fuck...!

Shouti Lao Dao's swearing, explosive domineering side leakage, how is this unicorn blood, this **** is a lively unicorn! After half a hundred lives, he still saw the unicorn holy beast for the first time.

"Where did it come from." The old shroud was extremely excited.

"I picked it up." Hu gave an accurate answer, and he was very understanding. He also added the old shroud lines by the way: the ones that are picked up are good, and the ones that are picked up don't need money.

Shroud's veteran slapped his tongue for a while, it's so amazing... I don't have such good luck!

These are not important at the moment.

The important thing is that this is really a unicorn.

"Come on, put some blood on the old man." The old shroud smiled.

Oooh!

Little Qilin hissed, his eyes fierce.

In this scene, the shroud who saw the old said that the corners of his mouth were straight. This will be a unicorn. It is like a little Erha. Don't look at the size and temper, so fierce, I am afraid that I will rush to bite him.

"If Shui is sick?" Zhao Yun asked.

"The disease is not mild." The old Shouti sighed, "For the bloodline, Qilin blood is needed for medicine."

"Bloodline?" Zhao Yun was stunned.

It's the martial art that he draws Ruo Shui Xiu, I haven't seen that little girl have blood!

Did he miss it?

Or to say, Ruoshui's bloodline is too deep.

While speaking, the transformation of the punchline was completed, accompanied by a ray of night breeze, fell into Zhao Yun's arms, saying that the transformation is complete, it is not exact, it is still undergoing transformation, and must continue in a deep sleep.

Quack!

Dapeng ascended to heaven again, and the group of two was replaced by three.

This night, the shroud was very dishonest, squeaking and crooked all the way, always wanting to worship the little unicorn.

When it was over, Xiao Qilin was bitten all over his body with injuries.

Seeing the eight-character Hu, his heart is extremely balanced. Does he still want to find a Qilin to worship? He was also cleaned up by this little thing.

The old man was overwhelmed.

The two old men joined together again, each holding a new year's gift, looking fascinated.

Zhao Gongzi glanced at the Lord of the Rings, and saw that the punch line did not move, and he also brought out a picture scroll to prevent the punch line from running out suddenly. He also imposed a ban on the Lord of the Rings. For this, he also found a good reason: Don't worry, change slowly, no one will bother you.

These three... funny!

Moon God glanced sideways, how comforting my heart is!

When the Dapeng fell again, it was already a mountain.

Like other hidden heritages, Tianyin Pavilion is also hidden deep in the mountains.

So here comes the question, why do I like to run into the mountains. Naturally, there are reasons for him. One is convenient to hide, and the other is to take advantage of the mountain. The third is indispensable, where there are deep mountains and old forests with lush vegetation, such a place. , Reiki is usually very abundant, whether it is for cultivation or for rejuvenation, it is an excellent place.

"That's it."

The old shroud raised his hand and pointed at one side.

There is no need for him to say, Zhao Yun and Ba Zi Hu have also seen them.

The depths of the mountains are hazy, and in the depths hidden by the clouds, there is a steep mountain, like a woman with a plain yarn covering her face, with a unique sense of mystery. If you smell it carefully, you can also smell a touch of feminine fragrance.

Anyone who has heard of Tianyin Pavilion knows that this line of inheritance never accepts male disciples, goes up to the pavilion master, down to disciples, all ladies.

"I don't know if I can reward me with a daughter-in-law." Bazi Hu moved his nose, sniffed and sniffed. After seeing the new year's goods all the way, his face was red and he smelled the fragrance of women, and he was poisoned. It's hard to think about it or not.

"That's a good idea." The old man in Shroud glanced at this product, ate the guts of the bear heart and leopard, and went to Tianyin Pavilion to find a wife, so he was not afraid of being castrated? Don't look at them, they are all female generations, are they fierce?

"Good place."

Zhao Yun raised his eyes in all directions, or he would say that it was Tianyin Pavilion, he would find a place to look at this mountain terrain, how domineering is so, the power of the formation can be imagined.

"gone."

The old shroud was the first to raise his foot and went down a trail.

Zhao Yun and the eight-character Hu Qiqi followed, walking all the way to see all the way, there are many restrictions and formations hidden in this dark place.

Look at the old shroud road. I used to come often. I was familiar with the road and took them to turn left and right. Without any restrictions, they arrived safely in front of the mountain gate of Tianyin Pavilion.

"Then who... open the door."

Shroud veteran hands on hips, howling domineering side leaks.

Embarrassingly, after a long time no one from the mountain responded, he was very shameless.

"How unwelcome you are." Hu sighed.

"Then who... open the door."

Shroud did not believe in evil, and once again wailed, his old face was so dark that it was rare to bring outsiders over, and he had to show face no matter what, but he couldn't embarrass the old man.

Of course, after a call, his old face was really lost.

No one responded.

No one answered him.

"Hey....."

The shroud quit, and he took out the guy to make some movement.

"Senior, Tianzong Ji Hen, please see me."

Zhao Gongzi stepped forward and bowed his hand.

Don't say it, it's so good.

Before the voice was over, he heard a gust of wind.

They are all the elders of Tianyin Pavilion, and there are dozens of them. The weakest cultivation bases are all the peaks of the Ksitigarbha. They are not coming to Tianzong, but to Ji Hen. Here, that kid is a cruel man. I don't know how many myths have been created. His fame has already spread throughout Daxia.

"This....."

Shroud saw him, his face was stunned. He has been trapped in the tomb for too long and missed a lot of major events? He yelled for a long time, no one answered him, this kid jumped out so many old guys at once.

Tianzong Jihen's name, so easy to use?

To sum up: there is no comparison, there is no harm to the fuck.

Not only him, the Eight Character Hu was also taken aback.

Shouti Lao Dao was trapped in a tomb for more than half a year, and he was the same. He hadn't been in Taoist temple for more than half a year, and he was not clear about world affairs.

Looking at it now, this kid Ji Hen is not bad! Just telling oneself the door, Tianyin Pavilion will give face like this.

The elders of Tianyinzhong have taken their bodies, and most of them have a portrait in their hands. Whose portrait is it? ...Tianzong Jihen's portrait, looking at the portrait, it is really Tianzong Jihen.

Look at the temperament, it shouldn't be fake.

Looking at the younger generation in the world, there is no one who has this kind of aura, who is forced to be so dazzling, and will never find a second one.

"The Saint Son of Tianzong is coming, and there is a loss to welcome."

Someone came out again, a woman in white, the pinnacle of a real quasi-tian, her age was similar to that of exquisiteness, she was not weak in terms of beauty, and she was bathed in the moonlight, and she had a dreamy mood. She was Tianyin Pavilion. The owner of the pavilion: Bi Xiao.

"No intention to disturb." Zhao Yun clasped his fists again.

"Holy Son, please." Bi Xiao whispered and smiled softly.

Zhao Yun is not welcome, and strode in.

Bazi Hu Ma slipped to keep up, but the shroud was old-fashioned, and his face was dark and translucent, "Bi Xiao, there is no such thing as you, but I found a good disciple for you, and you will not open the Bantianmen."

"Who are you!"

"I....."