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Thirteen didn't know what happened to the loud noise and vision.

He only knew that after that, the inner gate of Qingyang Mountain seemed to become tense.Some senior brothers and sisters who had never shown their faces in the past hurried to the direction of the meeting hall, and even some senior uncles who had been in seclusion broke through.

It seems that something big happened.

But Shisan knew that this had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care.

On the mountain, the gate of the meeting hall was closed tightly, and a group of people surrounded the hall, including the elders in charge, all the immortals, and everyone in the active inner sect except Shisan and the injured Zhou Wu.

In the center of the hall floats a picture-like thing with mountains and water on it, which is the topographical map of the current mainland.

Chong Hua stood at the front of the crowd. He raised his hand, and a light spot floated out from his fingertips, and it landed unsteadily on a valley at the southeast end of the picture.

The land of the Eastern Wasteland.

When that place lights up, everyone present is silent.

In the world of comprehension, if there is anything that monks scramble to snatch more than heaven-level magic tools or pills, there is only one thing——

Ancient ruins.

Whether it was in the ancient times when strange beasts were rampant, or later when a hundred schools of thought contended in the ancient repair world, as long as there were masters fighting each other, there would be ruins.

It is a hidden enchantment created by the strong man with his lifelong cultivation base before his death in order to protect the natural and earthly treasures on his body from being obtained by others.

There are always countless ancient secret treasures and rare books in these ruins, and whenever a vision falls from the sky, the spiritual consciousness to maintain the enchantment is exhausted, and the ruins appear in the world, it will cause a bloody storm.

After all, everyone wants to enter the ruins for a share.In the ruins, whoever the treasure belongs to depends entirely on the ability to speak.

Generally speaking, there will be records of ancient beasts or powerful battles. Whenever a relic appears in the world, future generations can also infer who the relic belongs to through the specific location, and then judge the degree of danger of the relic.

But now around this position, everyone is dignified.

Because the ruins are located in the Eastern Wasteland.

For tens of thousands of years from ancient times to the present, the only battle that has left traces in the Eastern Wasteland is Ying Long and Jin Yu.

"Hey, it's a bit difficult. Tell me, is the ruin left by Ying Long or Jin Ji?"

In one sentence, Wu Yan answered the questions of everyone present.

The temperament of the owner of the ruins will also directly affect the danger of the ruins to a certain extent.

For example, if the owner of the ruins is mild-tempered, the magic circles in the ruins are mostly based on assessment.Conversely, if the owner of the ruins had a violent temper, then the magic circle he set up would also be aimed at the life of the intruders.

And the two people whose bones are now buried in the ruins of the Eastern Desolation are obviously the extremes of these two possibilities.

But at the same time, what these two names represent is unimaginable wealth.

"It's okay to say that the owner of the ruins is Ying Long, but if it's Jin Ji... wouldn't that be death? Who knows what the hell will be inside."

Wu Yan stroked his beard, as if talking to himself.

The allure of exotic treasures is great, but the premise is that you have to enjoy them with your life.

"Who the hell is it? Don't you know after a while?"

An old monk with a long experience said:

"After all, I never thought that my old bones would one day witness the relics of the Eastern Wasteland. If you dare not go, I will go!"

"That's what you say, but you can't rush to die, right? In my opinion, we should first confirm who the owner of the ruins is, and then..."

"You, wait for you to confirm, people have emptied all the good things in it! How do you say that sentence, wealth and wealth are in danger!"

When there was a disagreement, the two old men quarreled.

"...Wait, can I say something?"

At this moment, Qi Huan who was waiting by the side suddenly raised his hand silently:

"Aren't the relics something that will be formed after death? But according to the legend, it was Yinglong who sealed Jin Jiao with his whole life and life. Death. In this way, isn't it obvious who the ruins belong to?"

Qi Huan's words woke up a group of people.

Yes, whether it is recorded in ancient books or legends, the content is that Ying Long sealed Jin Jie with his own life, and no version dares to insist that Jin Jie is dead.

Qi Huan's reminder seemed to give everyone a reassurance.

Although some people at the scene agreed to wait and see before taking action, most of them believed that they would go directly to the Eastern Wasteland to seize the opportunity.

Thus, a meeting was held from early morning to evening, and the final result of the discussion was that Chong Hua, who is now the highest cultivated in Qingyang Mountain, would personally lead the team, plus four senior elders, as well as eleven members selected by the inner sect. Disciples, set off for Qingyang Mountain together.

Qin Dongyi and Qi Huan were naturally among them.

The appearance of the ruins is considered a major event in the cultivation world, and within a few days, monks from other families came to ask about Qingyang Mountain's plans.

The mountain gate seems to be very busy, but the busyness has nothing to do with Thirteen.

Today was sunny and sunny, Shisan found a tree and climbed up, leaning against the branches, flipping through the painting book that Qin Dongyi brought to him last time.

He looked at the pictures from the beginning to the end, and flipped through them from the back to the front. Finally, he sighed and put the picture book on his face.

And under the pages of the book, his pair of eyes turned scarlet.

The pictures in his eyes are constantly switching, they are all looking down from a high place, as if he is looking for someone.

Qin Dongyi is very busy recently, he hasn't seen him for several days.

He misses him very much.

Thirteen almost searched all the birds on the entire mountain, and finally saw the slender figure in the smoky blue suit.

He looked at that person contentedly, and suddenly, he found himself holding a book in the picture.

Shisan was taken aback for a moment, then immediately closed his eyes, and took the book off his face.

At the same time, the branch he was on shook slightly, as if something had fallen on it.

Thirteen saw a few swaying clothes, and then saw the person he had read for several days looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Brother."

Thirteen habitually smiled at him, then sat up:

"Are you done?"

"Ah."

Qin Dongyi nodded.

He sat beside Shisan, looked up at him, and asked:

"doing what?"

Thirteen showed him the picture book in his hand: "I'm reading a book."

Afterwards, he hesitated to speak for a moment, and finally asked:

"What happened recently?"

Qin Dongyi lowered his eyes and replied:

"The ruins of the Eastern Wilderness are now alive, and we are currently making arrangements. Brother Seven and I will leave with the team in the future."

Hearing this, Shisan seemed a little disappointed, he squeezed the pages of the book slightly with his fingers: "Leave again?"

Qin Dongyi only said: "I will come back as soon as possible."

Thirteen nodded.

But despite hearing what Qin Dongyi said, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

He and Qin Dongyi often parted ways, and often sent Qin Dongyi to practice, but this was the first time he felt this way.

It seemed to be some kind of strong anxiety that made him not want to be separated from Qin Dongyi. If he had to describe it, it would be like saying goodbye this time, it would be forever.

He listened to Qin Dongyi briefly telling him about the Donghuang ruins.

But he didn't listen to it very much, but gradually squeezed the hand holding the page until the knuckles turned white.

In the end, Thirteen still looked up at Qin Dongyi and asked:

"Brother, can I go with you?"

Qin Dongyi was stunned for a moment.

Now there are 17 inner disciples in total, excluding those with insufficient cultivation and injuries and this special case, a total of 11 people were finally selected to go to the Eastern Wasteland Ruins.

This exploration of the ruins is different from the previous experience. Everything in the ruins is unknown and uncontrollable.

Qin Dongyi didn't want Shisan to follow him to take risks out of selfishness.

Thinking of this, Qin Dongyi was about to answer when he heard another voice from under the tree:

"It's good to go together. It just so happens that your master is leading the team this time, so just tell him. Let me tell you, it's fun in the secret realm. I'll take you there to find the treasure."

Qi Huan jumped up the tree while talking.

He sat on a branch slightly higher than those two and looked down at them.

Qin Dongyi frowned slightly, but objected:

"No, this trip is dangerous, you can't take him with you."

"Where can it be dangerous?" Qi Huan waved his hands, not paying much attention:

"Besides, it's not like you and I are still there. I, Qi Huan, have left the conversation today. If anyone wants to hurt our little Shisan, they should step over my dead body first!"

What Qi Huan said was wicked, and Shisan glanced at him with some distaste.

Then, he looked sideways again, and raised his hand to hold Qin Dongyi's wrist through his sleeve:

"Brother, let me go together."

Under the hard work of these two people, Qin Dongyi finally let go.

In fact, according to the cultivation base of Thirteen, he could pass the selection line this time.But because his mental condition is not very good, Qin Dongyi was afraid that there would be some accidents after entering the Donghuang ruins, so he suggested to the head that Thirteen should stay in Qingyang Mountain.

But since Shisan wanted to go, Qin Dongyi persuaded him a few words, and he no longer insisted.

He respects Thirteen's own wishes.

The team going to the Donghuang ruins set off the day after tomorrow. On the night before, Qin Dongyi was still reading medical books by lighting the lamp in Shutong courtyard.

He borrowed those books from Lian Yao.

He studied it by himself for a long time, and finally concluded that no matter which famous expert he is, the relief methods for such patients are similar.

That is companionship, trust and positive emotions.

Qin Dongyi has always been by Shisan's side.

He didn't like to talk much before, and he wasn't very good at dealing with people, but when he was around Shisan, he would often find ways to find something to say, and sometimes he was laughed at by Qi Huan because the topic was too blunt and clumsy.

Qin Dongyi didn't know how to like someone, and no one taught him, he would only leave all his tenderness to that person, and try his best to protect him and treat him well.

The candles in the house flickered.

Qin Dongyi turned another page of the book, and then heard someone knock on his door.

"Senior brother, it's me."

Thirteen's voice came from outside.

Qin Dongyi's eyes moved, and he went to open the door.

Shutongyuan is located in Qingyang Mountain, so it is not affected by the change of seasons, and it looks like spring and summer all year round.

In addition to the grass jelly planted randomly on one side of the courtyard, there is also a very tall sycamore tree.When Shisan first came to Qingyang Mountain and was still Lou Lou, he would often come to Shutong Courtyard to hang out.

At that time, the sycamore tree had lush branches and leaves, which was very beautiful.

But now it's a little different again.

The tall sycamore tree gave birth to a tree of pink and purple sycamore flowers, which were as brilliant as if they would never wither.

Occasionally, the wind blows, causing the petals to fall down one after another, as if there has been another heavy snowfall.

The moon is full today, and the moon is hanging among the treetops, accompanying those flowers, which has a special artistic conception.

And the young man stood under the moonlight, his deer eyes were clear and agile, and the gentle moonlight cast a light layer on his body.

Qin Dongyi was stunned for a moment.

he asks:

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Thirteen smiled at him:

"I just want to ask senior brother, can I live with you today?"

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