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A great thing that fell from the sky!

Fang Shiyi was overjoyed, hooked Xiao Minghe's neck and walked out: "That's a good thing, let's go, we don't need to write papers anymore!"

Xiao Minghe took the first place in his homework, stared blankly at the dissipating golden mist, his chest was filled with the ecstasy of being valued by the master and the regret that he might not be able to get the first place in Mr. Yi's class because he was too late to write a thesis, and he forgot to hook himself for a while. The one on the neck is the most annoying Fang Shiyi, and after he walked out of the Fuyun Pavilion, he realized that he broke his hand in embarrassment: "Let me go!"

Fang Shiyi smiled: "Oh, brothers and friends are respectful, teachers are kind and sons are filial."

Xiao Minghe annoyed him to death, and pushed him away: "What did Master tell you?"

"Ah." Fang Shiyi rubbed his chin, "Only a few days ago, Master said that he had found an ominous omen from a place outside Shanhaimen, but he didn't say too much in a few words."

Xiao Minghe patted the place that Fang Shiyi touched, but didn't say anything.

After coming to Shanhaimen for more than ten years, Fang Shiyi has not left the mountain yet.

Fighting cocks and walking dogs, running wild all over the mountains, no matter how big the Shanhaimen Gate is, there will always be a day when you can visit it all.From spring to autumn, he has grown from a radish to a young man, and he has been plagued by disasters everywhere he can go, and he has long been eager to go down the mountain.

When drowsiness came, the master handed me a pillow, it was really my real master.

Xiao Minghe didn't like those blah-blah juniors, it was the first time for Fang Shiyi to go down the mountain, he didn't know the situation very well, and he didn't bring anyone with him.Master specially named him and Xiao Minghe, probably because he wanted them to go down the mountain to practice.

After Wen Xiuyue accepted his disciples, he set up another Lanyue Peak and took his disciples to live in the courtyard above.The third junior brother has been retreating in the courtyard for the past few days. Fang Shi left behind a sound transmission talisman to explain the situation, put all his belongings into a treasure bag, and brought a saber——Wen Xiuyue gave him this gift when he was [-] last year The sword was named "Wangshu".

Xiao Minghe put away his temper just now, when he saw the sword, his face turned ugly again.

Wang Shu was cast by Wen Xiuyue himself, and asked Bai Gui, a master swordsmith in the world, to forge it.

Little princess Xiao is really hard to coax.

Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows: "Junior brother, you have the divine sword Hansu, so don't covet mine."

"Don't put gold on your face." Xiao Minghe's family background is prominent, the sword is a family inheritance, and it is on the list of divine swords, Fang Suyi is really incomparable.The young boy raised his chin haughtily, "Is there something worth remembering about you?"

Young Master Xiao condescended to talk, no matter how lukewarm, Fang Suyi had long been used to it, and purely regarded it as food and ears, and smiled: "Let's go."

The place Wen Xiuyue pointed to is quite far away from Shanhaimen. After traveling hundreds of miles, crossing mountains and rivers, and then turning over a mountain, he could see a corner of that remote town behind a forest. no.

There are only a handful of people at this age who can control the sky with a sword, and both of them are outstanding among their peers, but no matter how talented they are, they are also limited by their age.Yu Jian's flight consumes spiritual energy, and two and a half teenagers can't reach it in one breath.

From the beginning of the descent, Xiao Minghe wanted to save face even more, even when he stopped to rest, he refused to speak first.

Fang Shiyi thought to himself that it would be bad for a rich man to have face, as if he were a bachelor.When he was on his way, he had to pay attention to Young Master Xiao's face from time to time, and when he saw that his face was pale and faltering, he said politely, "I'm tired, go down and have a rest, and I'm sorry to trouble my junior brother."

After rushing for a few days, the two finally crossed the mountain and arrived at the small town that was infested by evil spirits.

The towns under the Shanhai Gate are all protected, but this place is out of scope and unheard of.

The town is old and simple, the bluestone standing outside has been honed by wind and frost, the handwriting is mottled, and the word "green water" can be vaguely seen.

The moment he stepped into the town, Fang Shiyi's brows couldn't help but twitch.

Just after nightfall, the street was empty.

There was nothing around, and a gust of cold wind swept in from the corner of the street, rolling up dead leaves and paper money all over the sky, and sprinkled them down one after another.The Golden Crow gradually sank to the horizon, and the shadow stretched from a distance, covering the town.

In the evening, it was full of ghosts.

All the doors and windows of every house in the town are tightly closed, with a portrait of Zhong Xu pasted in front of the door, and hanging dog teeth.Except for the sound of the wind, there was only the footsteps of Fang Shiyi and Xiao Minghe, and there was a dead silence.

Disturbing.

Xiao Minghe's expression was unnatural for a moment, he glanced at Fang Suiyi, and then forced himself to calm down, looking for something to say: "No one."

Fang Shiyi didn't answer, and went to knock on the door door by door.As expected, no one opened the door.He was not in a hurry, and walked into the town while knocking on the door.Xiao Minghe frowned tightly, but he didn't dare to breathe too much, he followed him step by step, looking around.

The houses in the small town are all built on the low side, and the windows are also much lower. Every house is dark, and the sky has darkened, so it is hard to see what is going on inside.

Just as he was thinking, Xiao Minghe glanced at the window of a house on the corner of the street, and his scalp exploded: "...!"

A hole had been poked through the paper window, and a pair of cloudy eyes were staring at them without blinking.

Fang Shiyi noticed something was wrong, and turned his head to see that those eyes had disappeared from the window.

"What's wrong?" Fang Shiyi walked over and knocked on the door politely.There seemed to be someone inside, but the door was closed tightly and did not open.

Xiao Minghe's heart constricted, he took a long breath, and was filled with embarrassment: "What... Since he refused to open the door, then I broke in!"

The person inside seemed to be leaning against the door, and the door panel trembled slightly.

Just as Fang Shiyi was about to speak, there was a "dang" sound from a distance, and the clapper hammered the iron tree into his ear, which was comparable to the snare drum that Mr. Yi carried with him.Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of crying, whimpering and whimpering in the wind.Fang Shiyi was bold, looked in the direction of the sound, took out the broken fan he was carrying with him, moved towards the door in front of him, and walked towards the source of the sound.

Xiao Minghe wanted to break down the door violently, but when he saw Fang Shiyi left, he was taken aback, looked at the door in front of him, and then at Fang Shiyi's back, gritted his teeth, and followed: "Why are you running around like this? This town is weird!"

Fang Shiyi kept walking: "I want to see what's weird."

After a pause, he squinted at Xiao Minghe's blue face, and teasingly said, "Besides, if something happened, wouldn't there be a younger brother to cover it up?"

Xiao Minghe: "You!"

"Shh."

The sobbing sound was getting closer and closer, Fang Shiyi put his finger on his lips, walked around the corner in front of him, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

There was actually a small temple in front of it, and there were more than a hundred people kneeling in front of the temple, all dressed in white.There is a small coffin in front of the temple, covered with yellow talismans, and seven copper nails are deeply driven to the bottom.Paper money was burning in the brazier in front of the coffin, and the fire was shining so brightly into the sky. Dozens of women knelt down in front of them and covered their faces and wept. A Taoist man in gray sat next to him, holding an iron clapper, and there was another "dang" sound.

It was... a rather weird affair.

Fang Shiyi visually measured the size of the coffin, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

The coffin was only four feet long, so obviously it couldn't hold an adult, and there should be a child inside.

As a child, he still has to work. Most of the people in the town came here, and a dozen women screamed hoarsely in mourning?Even if a son of a wealthy family died, there would not be such a big battle.

What's more, the yellow talisman was pasted on the coffin, and all the coffin nails were nailed in.

This is not looking forward to the death of the dead, but cursing the soul of the deceased.

Although the scene ahead was a bit weird, it was still full of mortals.

Xiao Minghe suppressed his shock, and also realized that something was wrong, he frowned and looked at Fang Shiyi, then raised his chin with his arms folded, signaling Fang Shiyi to go into battle.

Seeing that this weird ceremony was going on forever, Fang Shiyi observed it for a while, then stepped forward silently, mixed into the last row of kneeling crowd, knelt down generously, and talked to the people next to him: " Sorry, I'm late, where did I go?"

The attitude is natural and frank.

Xiao Minghe hid behind, staring dumbfounded.

Beside him was an old man, the sky was hazy, his eyes seemed to be not working well, he gave him a hard look, and didn't notice anything wrong: "How dare you be late for such an important ceremony!"

Fang Shiyi's eyebrows twitched again.

Ritual?

He didn't express his doubts, but after thinking for a while, he said, "It's not that, I met an outsider on the way here."

The old man was stunned for a moment, his cloudy eyes suddenly shot out a look of joy and excitement: "Outsider? Where is it! Have you notified Mu Tianshi!"

Obviously, that gray-clothed Taoist is the so-called Mu Tianshi.

"Notified."

The old man's body was trembling, and following the sound of "Dang" again, he muttered something and kowtowed deeply.

The immortal cultivator had sharp eyes and ears, and Fang Suyi keenly grasped the words "sacrifice" and "confession". Looking at the old man's expression, he did not seem to be very pious, but the contradiction between fear and joy was even worse.His suspicions grew deeper, and he asked again, "Where will the coffin be buried?"

"Bury what?" The old man suppressed his joy, and turned his head strangely, "Isn't the coffin always kept in the temple... No, who are you!"

In the end, the sound was so loud that everyone around heard it and turned their heads to look at it.

It was only then that Fang Shiyi discovered that most of the people kneeling here were wearing white masks. In the night and in the firelight, hundreds of white masks were seen together. Behind the dark hole, the numb eyeballs appeared It's a bit gloomy.

Fang Shiyi's legs were almost weakened by fright. After a moment of silence, he steadied himself, stood up calmly, and smiled slightly at the eyes that were quietly looking at him: "Excuse me. You are all from Lushui Town. People, right? I and my younger brother came here under the order of our master to drive away evil spirits for everyone."

The gray-clothed Taoist priest sitting in the center of the circle and carrying the iron tree turned pale, and stood up abruptly: "Where is the yellow-haired boy, talking nonsense! Where is the evil spirit here?"

Fang Shiyi's words were sincere: "Forgive me, your actions are similar to those of ghosts."

The Taoist stood up together, and the rest of the people also got up one after another, and the scene was spectacular.Fang Shiyi was horrified to be stared at by these masks. With a light slap of the fan in his hand, the masks worn by the townspeople cracked and fell to the ground.

As soon as the supernatural power came out, the townspeople who had looked ferocious just now looked at the "Wu Tianshi" in bewilderment.

Xiao Minghe walked out from behind the shadow, and glanced at the oozing white mask on the ground with disgust.

Mu Tianshi looked at Fang Shiyi and Xiao Minghe in surprise.

The two were dressed in brocade and satin robes, their appearance was elegant, and they looked extraordinary, but they were only fifteen or sixteen years old, so young that they were almost immature.

——Which sect or aristocratic family is it a junior?

Xiao Minghe glanced at the Mu Tianshi, and saw that he didn't have the slightest spiritual power on him, so he knew he was a charlatan pretending to be a ghost, so he sneered: "Do you dare to be called a Tianshi?"

Fang Shiyi was thoughtful: "Junior brother, if senior brother can't make a living in the future, it seems not bad to be a celestial master with a flag."

Xiao Minghe said coolly: "Brother, you are joking, you are the next head of the Shanhai Sect, and you won't be able to eat until it's your turn."

Just as Mu Tianshi was about to say it, he was choked back by the word "Shanhaimen", and he couldn't help but choked hard.He trembled and took a closer look at Fang Sui's dusty satin robe. The moment he saw the flying star circled mountain logo on it clearly in the firelight, his heart suddenly beat rapidly, and he stayed there for a moment before losing his drum , staggeringly rushed over: "Shanhaimen...the two are the immortal masters of Shanhaimen!"

Fang Shiyi was quick-sighted, before Xiao Minghe kicked him flying, and supported him with a smile: "Hey, the heavenly masters are all in the same line, so you don't have to be so polite."

Mu Tianshi smiled dryly: "That is, that is."

Xiao Minghe was too lazy to talk nonsense, he glanced at the coffin over there: "Is it inside?"

Half a quarter of an hour ago, Mu Tianshi, who insisted that there was no evil here, nodded hurriedly, with snot and tears: "This town is far away, and I have been infested by evildoers, so I finally look forward to the immortal master, begging the immortal master to subdue this evildoer! "

The townspeople looked forward to Master Mu Tianshi's lead, without much hesitation, they all nodded and made way.

Fang Shiyi was not polite, strode forward, looked at the yellow talisman on the top, and said implicitly: "It looks like a ghost, it has a charm."

Xiao Minghe also looked at it, frowned, and commented: "That shit doesn't make sense!"

Master Mu: "..."

Fang Shiyi pretended not to hear, and drew his sword.The whole body of Wangshu sword is silvery white, and the clear light refracted is like moonlight, which is why it got this name.The point of the sword went over the seven coffin nails one by one, and the surrounding townspeople backed away like a tidal wave of fear. The faces of the people in the front row were ugly, and Ai Qiqi said: "Master Mu, do you really want to open the coffin?"

Mu Tianshi also retreated a few steps quietly, and glared at them, throwing a dark look at them, the townspeople looked at each other in blank dismay, and it was only after a while that they became quiet again.

During the delay, the spikes had been pulled out one by one.

Xiao Minghe took a deep breath, pulled out Hansu, his muscles tensed, and he began to recall the opening gesture of "Shan Hai Jian Jue".

Without blinking his eyes, Fang Shiyi raised his hand to open the coffin.

There was a dull "bang", and the coffin lid fell to the ground.

A faint smell of blood filled the air, and the coffin was empty.

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