Ning Chen

Song Ya's expression under the hat, but after getting along with him for a few days, he gradually became more and more able to figure out his tone, "...Brother Song, what is the relationship between you and Shi Shixian?"

Song Ya paused for a while, then said: "I am a close friend with him, didn't I tell you this long ago?"

Wen Bingyan joked, "Oh? Is it that simple?"

Song Ya coughed lightly, and said seriously, "Wen Bingyan, do you still want to find Shishixian?"

Wen Bingyan couldn't help being taken aback, this was the first time Song Ya called him by his full name, "I think, I think every day, Ah Xing is still waiting for me..."

Song Ya's face darkened when he heard about Bingyan, and he said hastily, "Don't worry, I will definitely help you find Shishixian."

Wen Bingyan immediately changed his face, and smiled nicely, "Thank you, Song Ya."

At this moment, the old man was sweeping fallen leaves in the courtyard, Wen Bingyan approached cautiously, and bowed deeply again, "Old sir?"

The old man said angrily, "Why are you here again!"

Wen Bingyan said in a soft voice: "Mister, this junior doesn't mean anything malicious, I just want to ask you a few questions..."

The old man said impatiently: "Mo Beichen is dead! You won't understand until I say it a few times!"

Wen Bingyan hurriedly said: "Old man, this junior is not here to ask about Mo Beichen, this junior just wants to know why you said that this place is no longer Beiyuan Academy."

The old man glanced at Wen Bingyan, his tone indifferent and sad, "Beiyuan is dead, why come to Beiyuan Academy..."

Song Ya stood aside without saying a word, and kept looking at the old man in front of him, "..."

Wen Bingyan said again: "Then you are the only one in this academy now?"

The old man said slowly: "...Only me."

Wen Bingyan continued: "Old man, can this junior pay homage to Mr. Mo?"

"..." The old man was taken aback.

Wen Bingyan said again: "Mr., my good friend is considered to have met Mr. Mo." After speaking, he winked at Wen Bingyan again, "Song Ya, come here."

Song Ya understood, and immediately answered, "Mr., I have met Mo Beiyuan several times before, and it can be regarded as a gentleman's friend."

Wen Bingyan echoed, "Yes, old sir, just let us offer incense sticks to Mr. Mo."

"..." The old man's eyes trembled, he coughed lightly, and said in a low voice, "Come with me."

Mo Beiyuan's body was buried in the backyard of the academy, in an earthen grave and an old wooden board, just like the academy's notation. Song Ya bowed towards the tombstone and said, "Brother Mo, Song Ya came to see you."

"..." Although Wen Bingyan didn't speak, he followed Song Ya and bowed.

Song Ya was chanting words silently, and he was holding a spell in his hand. Just as he was about to explore the tomb, the old man suddenly said, "Let's go quickly after reading."

Song Ya was in the middle of casting a spell when he was suddenly forcibly interrupted, and he couldn't help but be surprised, this old gentleman is indeed not an ordinary person.

Wen Bingyan saw that Song Ya was in a daze, and asked again: "Mr., can this junior ask you a question?" "

The old man said coldly: "What?"

Wen Bingyan pondered for a while before opening his mouth carefully, "How did Mo Beiyuan die?"

The old man seemed to have suddenly fallen into boundless contemplation, and kept muttering, "..."

Wen Bingyan called out, "Old sir?"

The old man's voice was extremely weak, and his expression was filled with sadness.

Wen Bingyan asked: "Mister, Mo Beiyuan..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man interrupted immediately, angrily said: "Go, you are not allowed to step into Beiyuan Academy!"

Song Ya suddenly said, "Old man, I have one last question. Do you know where the treasure on Mo Beiyuan's body is now?"

When the old man heard the word 'treasure', his face suddenly turned green and white, and he said angrily, "Get out! Get out!"

The old man picked up the broom and chased and beat him repeatedly. Wen Bingyan was in a hurry to hide, "Old sir, old mister."

Song Yafei pulled Wen Bingyan over, shook his head, and whispered, "Forget it, let's go."

The two of them returned angrily again, but Song Ya was even more convinced that the old man was extraordinary.

Wen Bingyan said helplessly, "Then why did the old gentleman react so strongly?"

Song Ya shook his head, and said seriously, "That man is probably hiding something."

Wen Bingyan asked, "How?"

Song Ya said slowly: "Wen Bingyan, you only see his skin and hair, but don't you see his eyes are like lightning and his voice is like a bell? Such a restrained person must not be an ordinary person."

Wen Bingyan rolled his eyes at Song Ya, and said in a choked voice, "You can notice, but I can't?"

Song Ya was taken aback for a while before he smiled and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I underestimated you."

Wen Bingyan waved his hands, and said, "What should we do next?"

Song Ya caught a glimpse of the sky getting darker, pointed to the sunset glow in the west, and said, "Look."

Wen Bingyan immediately understood, "You want to spy on Bichen Academy at night?"

Song Ya didn't speak, just nodded, Wen Bingyan thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, that's the only way to go."

It was night, and Song Ya and Wen Bingyan sneaked into Beiyuan Academy quietly. Song Ya thought that Beiyuan Academy at night would be different from that in daytime, but now looking around, it was the same as in daytime, without any difference, even Not even the slightest bit of mana or enchantment exists.

Wen Bingyan asked softly, "Song Ya, is there anything strange here?"

Song Ya shook his head, frowned and said, "There is no strange place, but the most strange place!"

Wen Bingyan asked, "Why?"

Song Ya said slowly: "I used my spiritual sense to spy on the details of the tomb during the day, but someone secretly interrupted my spell."

Wen Bingyan asked, "Do you suspect it's that old gentleman?"

Song Ya nodded and said, "There is no one else except him."

Wen Bingyan nodded and said, "Then let's take another look?"

Song Ya said, "Well, let's go."

As soon as the two arrived in front of the tomb, the old man stood there with his hands behind his back, "I knew you would definitely go and come back."

"..." Song Ya had already picked up the sword formula in his hand.

The old man let out a cold snort, and turned around, "You two yellow-mouthed boys dare to spy on Beiyuan."

Wen Bingyan waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Mister, we don't mean to offend..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man said angrily: "It's useless to talk too much, since you can get in, don't even think about getting out easily."

I saw a black judge's iron pen flying out of the old man's hand. The pen was seven inches long and full of mysterious light. When the pen and ink were swayed wantonly, the ground where the two of them stepped on instantly turned into a muddy black pool. The gravitational force of a thousand catties constantly pulled the two of them down, unable to move at all.

Wen Bingyan struggled for a long time, but despite his cultivation, he was completely unable to break free from this mire and black pool. He could only watch helplessly as he continued to sink, and when the black pool submerged up to his chest, he lifted it up violently with all his strength. After all, Song Ya was involved in this innocent disaster because he wanted to help him. Between life and death, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to keep Song Ya alive, "Song Ya, if you can get out, Leave me alone!"

"..." Song Ya was stunned. He never thought that Wen Bingyan could treat him like this after a few days of friendship, but even with Wen Bingyan's efforts to lift him up, Song Ya couldn't get rid of the mud under his feet. Shaking his head, he said with a smile: "It seems that I can't go out either, so let's go down with you."

Wen Bingyan simply laughed out loud after hearing this, "Hahahaha, okay, let's go down there and see if it's the [-]th floor of hell."

Song Ya also laughed heartily, "Okay, even if it's hell, let's go for it."

47. Black Water Snake

"Waist, my waist, Song Ya, my waist is about to break."

Wen Bingyan and Song Ya originally thought that what awaited them below would be a scene like hell, but now the place where the two of them landed is not a lava purgatory, a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, and the surrounding depression is faintly invisible.

"Waist, my waist, Song Ya, my waist is going to break." Only Bingyan could be heard yelling repeatedly.

At this moment, Song Ya's whole body was pressing firmly on Wen Bingyan's body, and Song Ya got up quickly, and said in embarrassment, "Hold me, I'm sorry."

"Hiss, it's okay." Wen Bingyan stood up in pain, rubbed his waist, looked around again, looked up at the place where he fell, "Song Ya, look!"

Song Ya followed the prestige, and above the heads of the two, there was a strange spectacle of heaven and earth hanging upside down, "Beiyuan Academy is above us?!"

Before the two could recover from the strange scene in front of them, suddenly, there were countless snake-like black smoke rushing towards the two, like ghosts and demons, whistling like wind.

The snake-like black smoke couldn't be broken even after it was chopped down. Wen Bingyan was forced to retreat steadily, "Song Ya, what the hell is this black smoke?"

Song Ya was also overwhelmed, "Wen Bingyan, don't touch those black smoke!"

As soon as Song Ya finished speaking, the countless snake-like black smoke instantly gathered into one body, heading straight towards Wen Bingyan. A black smoke that looked like a giant python rolled towards him, and he was so frightened that he even dropped the fairy sword in his hand to the ground.

Song Ya flew up to Wen Bingyan, stretched out his hand and grabbed Wen Bingyan's arm, "Be careful!"

I saw that Song Ya immediately built layers of barriers in front of the two of them, but the black smoke like a python attacked so fiercely that it broke through the barriers repeatedly. Song Ya took the blow from the black smoke and retreated suddenly After a few steps, even the clothes were torn apart.

Wen Bingyan saw that Song Ya's robe was torn and oozing blood, and hurriedly said, "Song Ya, leave me alone!"

But Song Ya was born to be a stubborn person, if he wanted to save someone, he would risk his life to save him, "No!"

Seeing the shattering of the barrier, Song Ya transformed into a green lotus petal from the palm of his hand.