Lu Hao thought to himself: "You always feel weak when you hear about Master Wan, but you allow us disciples to be evil people. It's not like you don't know how domineering Master Wan Shao is. I dare to say so. You must not break a leg and throw it out." "Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. "What's your expression? Do you think I'm afraid of that boy from Wangui Xu? I've lived for more than ninety years and have eaten more salt than rice. I'm afraid of him?" The ancestor of Lingjiu seemed to be afraid of him. The cat whose tail was stepped on turned red and hurriedly made a decision, fearing that Lu Hao would think that he was afraid of Zhou Tiansheng, and he didn't know what he was doing. As a result, there would be no more than three hundred taels of silver in this place. Lu Hao didn't expect that with his head lowered, such a subtle change in his expression could be noticed by the ancestor of the spiritual eagle. Fortunately, the ancestor of the spiritual eagle has become more and more childlike in recent years. He has never cared about his superiority and superiority, and he has not been too worried, so Following the words, he said: "Yes, yes, yes, the ancestor's qualifications are indeed not comparable to those of the Master of the Ten Thousand Tribes. When the disciples go to the Juntian Tribe, they must bring the words with them." "Remember, you must have a harsher tone, a tougher tone, and ah "Hurry up and find me Yisan's flight path. I'm going to change the sky." He waved his sleeves, flapped his hands a few times, bent his knees and bounced his legs, and his whole body was like a vulture, soaring into the sky. Fly away. "Ancestor, do you want to ask for the medicine from the Wan Tribe Master? Just say that the Ancestor is very angry, the consequences will be serious, and the Wan Tribe Master must compensate?" Lu Hao shouted. The ancestor of the spirit vulture stiffened and almost fell from the sky. He said angrily: "Our Zhutian tribe is so poor that we even rely on intimidating the juniors for medicine?" After adjusting his body shape and flying up again, the ancestor of the spirit vulture muttered: "I have lived for nearly a hundred years. There should be nothing in this world that scares me anymore. But when I look at this boy Wan Guixu, I feel frightened, as if I have encountered some natural enemy. It's not right. It's not a feeling of fear. I don't know how young Wan has been in recent years. I don¡¯t know how to practice, but the aura of being is getting weaker and weaker, just like the messenger of the netherworld and the guide of the underworld. Alas, after living for such a long time, I am more and more afraid of death and love life, and I am instinctively afraid of such aura. In the dim cave, a ray of light came from nowhere, which prevented the entire cave from being blinded. With this ray of light, you can see that the cave is covered with a layer of blue ice, with thick strands. Ice bamboo shoots hung upside down from the dome. There were only two people in the cave, one sitting cross-legged and the other kneeling on one knee. "Young Master, the messenger's message has returned. The leader of the tribe went to see the palace master, not knowing when he would come back. Before leaving, he told him that when the Master Fu Shi's message comes back, if he is not here, he will directly pass it on to you. " Wan Xin slowly opened his one eye, and his white clothes shook, shaking away the ice chips all over his body. A month passed, Wan Xin didn't know what he had experienced, the arrogance and frivolity in his body disappeared, and his aura became even more weird and unpredictable He lowered his head and looked at his subordinates, and after a moment, he said slowly: "Aren't your knees cold? " "No, it's not cold" The subordinate shuddered. "Since it's not cold, then just kneel. " This subordinate knew that Wan Xin's temper had become very weird since he came back from the mountain. He did not dare to contradict him at all. He lowered his head deeply and could only raise the letterbox higher with both hands. "Zhou Tiansheng, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Sanfeng, haha" Wan Xin refused to answer the letter and slowly read these three names over and over again. Even though his face was turning blue from the cold, he did not dare to remind Wan Xin to accept the letter. He did not even dare to move for fear of being interrupted. Wan Xin's ravings. This month, three or four people were left in the ice cave by Wan Xin and froze to death for unknown reasons. He didn't want to make the same mistake again. After a long time, Wan Xin came back to his senses and took over. After passing the mailbox, he took out the letter, took a look at it, and said thoughtfully: "The Talisman is really getting more and more useless as he gets older. He can't do anything well, and he still has the nerve to make excuses for himself. However, if Zhou Tiansheng catches it, my instructions are completed. If Yin Liting cannot catch it, let the old man worry about it. " Wan Xin stretched out her hand and gently touched her right eye. Half of the right eye was missing. It looked ferocious and terrifying. With its narrow eyes, it gave off a sinister aura. " Zhou Tiansheng you cut it off. If I have half an eye, I'll replace it with your own. "Wan Xin said softly, "Okay, the news is pretty good, you should get up. "The subordinate was overjoyed and struggled to get up. However, he knelt for too long and the ground was too cold. He was numb below the knees. Instead of standing up, he fell down. His heart suddenly became cold. "This is the second floor of the ice cave. Even a stick of incense can't be tolerated for a while. Juntian Department's waste is really increasing. "Wan Xin glanced sideways at this subordinate, and swept out his long sleeves. There was a "bang". The man was hit three feet and flew out of the cave. His legs and feet became much more agile. He hurriedly covered his chest and ran away. , for fear of being stopped by Wan Xin again. ¡°After staying on the second floor of the ice cave for a month, the second floor of the ice cave is no longer a problem. It¡¯s time to go out and let the old man give guidance on the next step of practice. " Wan Xin shook his sleeves, covered his eyes with a cloth, and walked out of the cave by a familiar path. His eyes had been in darkness for a long time, and suddenly he saw the light., the damage was so huge that Wan Xin first covered his eyes with a cloth. ) This is an extremely simple stone room, but the space is extremely huge. Perhaps it would be more accurate to describe it as a stone palace. In the middle of the stone room, there are a stone table and two stone benches. A chessboard is painted on the stone table, and in the middle of the chessboard is engraved " "Chu River" and "Han Jie". At first glance, these four words look like graffiti by a naughty boy, but the more you look at them, the more interesting they become. It seems that you will be immersed in them and miss your childhood. "Master, if you don't want me to win, then I won't win. Why use these little tricks?" The voice was gentle, but there was no change in pitch. The voice paused and then said: "The words in the middle of the river, the one below It might be better if the crossbar is slightly curved." A slender finger gently swiped across the crossbar and then made another hook. When you lift your fingers off the table, you will see a horizontal opening in the "river" that is slightly concave downwards, like the curved corners of a child's mouth, full of smiles. He flicked his fingers a little and flicked away the stone chips that were caught when he changed the characters. He picked up a chess piece and placed it next to "Shuai". "I was forced to death by the pawn again. Guixu's chess skills are indeed extraordinary. I am willing to be defeated by my master. Look." You changed the word, but you still have the interest of your childhood, so why are you so stubborn?" The old voice sounded with a hint of indifference. "Disciples also grow up from children, and all the natural things from childhood still exist in their hearts. However, just as the master will grow old, the disciples will also grow up, so how can they always have the heart of a child?" "Write these words for the master. , I don¡¯t want you to have a childlike heart, I just want you to be more humane and lively. You were brought up by me, and I don¡¯t want to see you like this. " "Master, don¡¯t you hate me?" Suddenly silence