"This belongs to Xuening." The old woman opened the door next to Nie Fan.

Yang Xuening walked in directly without any hesitation.

"You guys take a rest here. The sacrifice has begun. I will take you there." The old woman looked at Yang Xuening who came in with a smile, then turned to look at Nie Fan and said.

Nie Fan did not hesitate to use his spiritual consciousness to explore Yang Xuening's room again. Looking at the old woman's back, he also walked in.

After closing the door, Nie Fan naturally looked at the ink paintings around him.

The Seven Evil Sword Techniques practiced by Nie Fan were for killing and domineering, but the sword techniques in these dozens of landscape paintings were full of "softness", as lingering as rain and as delicate as water.

If it was an ordinary swordsmanship, Nie Fan would naturally glance at it and not take it seriously. However, his heart was shaken ever since he first saw it. Now he is sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed with his eyes closed, and the black figure keeps flashing in his mind.

In Yang Xuening's room, there are also landscape paintings hanging all around. A woman in white is dancing a sword in the snow, her fairy posture is graceful and moving.

Yang Xuening was watching with the same fascination, her pretty face was calm, and countless white figures were flashing in her clear eyes.

The old woman walked downstairs, raised her head and glanced upstairs, with a smile on her face, and walked inside with a cane.

Walking to the wooden bed inside, the old woman pulled out a large iron box from the bottom of the bed with great effort. The iron box was covered with dust, and the locks around it were also rusty.

"Old man, you've always calculated everything in your life. You must have made a mistake this time." The old woman sat on the bed, with a happy and sad smile on her face.

As she spoke, she reached out and wiped off the dust on the iron box, and soon a huge white lotus flower was revealed.

The old woman took out a long key from her body, opened the iron box, looked at the old things inside that seemed to be dead, then reached out and took out a black iron-like token with the word "Lotus" engraved on it.

"Grandma." Just as the old woman was about to close the iron box, the sound of Li Xiaodie's footsteps and shouts came from the wooden ladder.

The old woman didn't agree, so she closed the iron box and pushed it in with difficulty.

"Grandma, brother, have they rested?" Li Xiaodie rushed in like a whirlwind, with a thin red snake wrapped around her white and tender arms.

"It's time to rest." The old woman turned around, leaned on her cane again, looked at her and said: "Don't disturb them before the sacrifice. By the way, go to your ninth grandfather's house and borrow the altar."

Li Xiaodie's eyes widened instantly, her little face stared at the old woman in disbelief and said, "Grandma, can you borrow the money from Laojiao?"

Li Xiaodie couldn't help but be surprised. This Laojiao was made by her Ninth Grandpa using various spiritual herbs and spiritual materials and buried under the ice for hundreds of years. There are only ten jars in total. It can detoxify all kinds of poisons and cure all diseases.

The treasure of the village, she has only had one small drink in all her life.

In the past, she had secretly robbed her and acted coquettishly. The Ninth Grandpa was always willing to give up. Now there are only three pots left, and her grandma now speaks one pot! She also knows clearly that as long as her grandma opens her mouth, the Ninth Grandpa will not do anything.

I have to give it to you if you are willing.

"Well," the old woman walked out on crutches, ignoring her surprise, and said: "Go to your Aunt Six and borrow two Jiuling Pills, and two bottles of Hachigong's Shijingye.

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Li Xiaodie couldn't help but open her eyes wide and open her mouth into a 'O' shape. These are the treasures of their village. They are usually hidden and tucked away. No matter how big the problem is, they are reluctant to take them out. Today, they took them all at once.

So much came out.

"Go if I tell you to." The old woman knocked on Li Xiaodie's forehead with one hand, missed her and walked out.

Li Xiaodie held her forehead, her little face became more and more weird, she raised her head and looked up, and whispered: "Grandma, what's going on?"

"Don't think that I can't hear you because I'm old. If I don't come back tonight, you can find something to eat by yourself." The old woman walked directly outside without turning around.

Li Xiaodie blinked her big eyes. She felt that something was wrong with her grandma today, but she couldn't say anything.

Upstairs, Nie Fan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a resolute face, a calm expression, and a motionless figure. At some point, the black rock sword came out of the body and danced silently around him. Sometimes it was like drizzle, dense and tangled.

Continuously, sometimes like the waves of water, gentle and gentle, continuous.

Next door to him, Yang Xuening's room was filled with frost and a vast expanse of white. She sat quietly, with her eyes open, the shadow of the sword in her eyes. The figure in white was neat and sharp, and her sword skills were sharp and decisive.

Both of them were immersed in this realization and no longer noticed the outside world.

While Nie Fan and Nie Fan were meditating quietly and deducing the sword skills in landscape paintings, outside, above the mountains thousands of miles away, an old man with white hair and beard, a hale face, and cold and majestic eyes was strolling as if leisurely in a courtyard.

Walk.

The heavy mountains fled under his feet, and his eyes looked as if a mountain was collapsing and the earth was cracking. He looked at a looming mountain in the distance with deep indifference.

"It's okay, I have to go anyway." Even if Zhoushan said to himself, he was still full of domineering and unquestionable determination.

After Zhoushan finished speaking, the figure had already walked over countless hills and headed straight for that high mountain.

Not long after he left, a wretched little old man quietly appeared where he originally stood, looking at Zhoushan's back with a faint green light in his eyes.

"The thief must touch something big this time!" The thief king looked wretched and excited. He touched the saliva from the corner of his mouth and disappeared silently, hanging behind Zhoushan.

In the largest wooden house in the village, there were six or seven old men sitting together. Each one was very old and had gray hair, but each one was full of energy and did not look like an elderly person at all.

"Grandma, is it really going to be so grand this time?" One of the old men looked hesitantly at the old woman sitting in the front and middle.

Several other people looked puzzled, and someone also asked, "Grandma, did something happen?"

These people are nearly a hundred years old, and they all live in this village, and they all know each other very well. From the old woman's words, they vaguely felt something.

The old woman nodded, looked at the people and said, "We may have to migrate."

"Migrate?" The old man with long hair and waist length who had been dozing to her right suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and turned to look at the old woman with startled eyes. This is the place where their ancestors have lived for nearly a thousand years, no?

The old woman would not say these two words unless absolutely necessary.

"Grandma, is it really that serious?" someone asked.

"Yes, if that doesn't work, we can also hide in the ancestral court and come out after the calm outside." Someone suggested. They really don't want to leave. They have lived here for too long and their feelings are too deep.

"It's because of the ancestral court." The old woman looked at the circle of people and said, "There is no way to avoid it. The ancestral court was reduced to ruins back then. Even if we hide in the ancestral court, there is no way for the clan members to be safe."

"Grandma, what happened? Could it be that the realm of cultivation has crossed over again?" Some people are anxious and really don't want to move.

"Almost," the old woman said with a hint of emotion on her face. She looked outside and said, "Some of the people who were suppressed back then are about to be born."

The faces of a group of old men suddenly changed after hearing this. They had lived for a hundred years, and the Barbarian Court was nearby. The ancient books had comprehensive records of the battle that year. They knew too many secrets and knew the horror of those who were suppressed.

Moreover, those who are able to survive to this day are even more terrifying. Not to mention them, even the ancient martial arts community may have to deal with it with all its strength, and it is difficult to be completely safe.

"Migrate!" The old man with white hair reaching his waist had a calm expression. He looked at the others majestically and said, "After the sacrifice, the whole clan will prepare."

"It's the clan leader!" A group of old men quickly bowed slightly.

"Get ready for the sacrifice. This may be the last time." The old woman stood up on crutches and walked outside.

None of the old people spoke. From the fact that they and Li Xiaodie called the old woman "grandma", they knew that the old woman was too senior and she never said anything inaccurate. They all believed her.

Downstairs where Nie Fan and Yang Xuening lived, Li Xiaodie looked at the three things on the table and felt like a cat was scratching her heart. She walked around the table. Her little face had been very expressionless since she borrowed it yesterday.

Tangled.

There are only two Jiuling pills and two bottles of Shijing liquid. There is nothing that can be done about it, but Laojiao is a big pot. It doesn't matter if she takes one or two sips, right?

But she thought of her grandma's warning, and she felt that she had never suffered so much pain.

"No matter what, the worst I can do is get beaten up by grandma!" After an unknown amount of time, Li Xiaodie finally made up her mind and didn't want to suffer like this anymore. She stretched out her two little hands and unsealed the old cellar.

The somewhat pungent, yet fragrant and rich aroma rushed out in an instant and rushed towards Li Xiaodie's little face. Li Xiaodie's eyes immediately brightened up and her face turned red. Without any scruples, she took the bowl and scooped out a large amount.

bowl.

Looking at the Laojiao wine, which was as clear as water with only three or two yellowish leaves sinking to the bottom of the bowl, she swallowed her saliva, quickly picked it up, and started drinking.

"Ah..." Li Xiaodie drank it all in one breath, raised her little face, and felt that her belly was swollen, and her whole body felt more comfortable than ever before.

When~

Just as Li Xiaodie was about to feel it for a while, her vision suddenly went dark, and she fell down as soon as the bowl was thrown away.

The old woman walking back looked up at the hut from a distance, with an angry and funny smile on her face, and said: "Let's see if you dare next time."

The old woman smiled and suddenly appeared on the small building while taking a walk. She looked at Li Xiaodie who was lying on the ground. She supported her with a hand and turned her to the bed in the back room. She turned her hand over and covered her with the quilt.

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The old woman put Li Xiaodie down, walked to the table, and sealed the old cellar. Just as she was about to sit down, she suddenly looked up with a strange look on her face.

At this moment, in Nie Fan and Yang Xuening's rooms upstairs, a transparent and almost invisible shadow the size of a water cup appeared almost at the same time. The shadow in Nie Fan's room was holding a black sword, like a figure in a painting, constantly turning its position.

A black sword is airtight and lingering.

In Yang Xuening's room, a woman dressed in white, holding an ice sword, was also dancing with the sword, up and down, left and right, her sword skills were crisp and clean, slashing in the sky, faintly opposite to Nie Fan's sword skills.

And complement each other.

Both of them sat motionless on the bed, with calm expressions on their faces, as if they were completely unaware that there was a shadow dancing a sword in their room.
Chapter completed!