Crazy beauty never salty fish

"Little uncle, you have a lot of adults, let us little ones go..." The boy still didn't have the courage to look up, his legs were weak, and he wanted to beg for mercy.

"What did you say?" Xun Xiaotian was puzzled.

"It's over, uncle, don't you want to eat me?" The child was afraid.

Hearing that the child's words became more and more outrageous, Xun Xiaotian snapped his fingers, and a ball of light burst out from the palm of his hand.

"I'm alive." He knelt down and stretched out his hand to the child, "If you don't believe me, feel it."

The little boy stared at his face, there was no blood that would suddenly spurt out as he imagined, but his hair was loose, which was not as scary as he thought.

Besides, ghosts shouldn't be able to squat down, right?

He stretched out his hand and touched his palm, it felt warm, "It's alive..."

He turned to the girl behind him, "Would you like to come over and touch her?"

The little girl stepped forward tremblingly, squeezed his hand, "Are you really the little uncle?"

"I'll find out tomorrow, let's go back to sleep." Xun Xiaotian patted their shoulders.

The little girl nodded and took the little boy away.

It seems that what the brothers and sisters said about the scary little uncle is just a rumor.

After the two children left, the lights in the room came on.

"Did someone come here just now?" Guan Yunhong walked into the hall.

He turned his head and explained slowly, "Two children, they seem to regard me as a ghost."

"To be precise, a few young disciples who don't know the truth feel that this place has been empty all this time, and they haven't seen anyone. They just have a little scary imagination about you." Guan Yunhong walked over.

She was a little confused about where the lighting center of this house was, and she struggled for a while when turning on the light.

It seems that an interesting episode was missed.

"It's kind of sad and funny." He walked to her side, "Let's go down the mountain for a stroll."

"it is good."

At this time, it was almost two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, and most of the shops at the foot of the mountain were closed, except for a small and inconspicuous bar that was still open.

"can you drink alcohol?"

"I... haven't felt drunk since I became a 'Pojun', so I should be able to send you back."

"Let's go." Guan Yunhong took his hand and walked in.

The two sat down at the bar counter, waiting for the waiter to serve the wine.

"It's a pity that the night market is closed now, otherwise I can take you to have some barbecue." Guan Yunhong planned.

It's hard to have a body, of course you have to enjoy life.

"There will always be opportunities in the future."

"Yeah..." she laughed.

Xun Xiaotian picked up the cup and took a sip, feeling dizzy.

He hadn't felt this drunk for a long time.

When Xiao Zhu handed him the wine for the first time, he knew how much he could drink—one glass was dizzy, and two glasses fell down.

But after becoming a "Pojun", he bought several jars and drank alone for a day without feeling drunk at all, sober sober made him feel extremely tormented.

"Strange, I'm starting to get drunk?" He touched his face, a little red.

Guan Yunhong poked his face, and under the influence of alcohol, his face was red, a little cute.

"Are you drunk? Is that how much you drink?" She mocked him with a smile.

Xun Xiaotian lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder, "It's a bit strange, I should be awake..."

Why is he actually drunk?

"Okay, okay, stop drinking, let's go out for a walk." She pulled him out of the bar to blow some air.

On the way back to the mountain, Guan Yunhong finally understood why Xun Xiaotian asked her to cover her with the quilt properly.

On a summer night that should have been scorching hot, the mountain wind blew in, as if the air conditioner had been turned on to [-] degrees, and it was so cold that I got goosebumps.

As the cold wind blew, Xun Xiaotian's mind cleared up a lot, "I seem to know why I'm drunk."

The connection between him as a "Pojun" and other people disappeared. To be precise, someone canceled the authority he was given.

"You are not 'Pojun' anymore, then I..." Guan Yunhong tried to confirm the connection between himself and "Tianlang", but he didn't feel it.

"Go back to bed and report to senior brother immediately when you get up in the morning." Xun Xiaotian dragged her back to sleep.

Guan Yunhong nodded.

The next morning the sun shone through the window, Guan Yunhong got up and received a glass of warm water.

"Drink some." Xun Xiaotian handed her the cup.

Get up in the morning and drink a glass of warm water to keep healthy.

Guan Yunhong stared at him for a while, only to realize that he had cut his hair short, and matched it with a clean face, which gave him a refreshing feeling.

"Junior Sister cut it for me. I talked to her about what happened last night... Probably someone transferred the power of 'Pojun' to someone else."

"This way..." Guan Yunhong felt that things were getting tricky.

Losing the power of "Breaking the Army" meant that they lost a channel to communicate with Starfall Valley.

Xun Xiaotian was not in a hurry, "I can't find anyone for the time being. If you have anything to do, I'll go with you."

He will not be anxious because of this, and what those people want to do will always need to be brewed for a while.

"Do you know the old royal city?" she asked.

"The old royal city... is not very clear, do you have any hints?"

"That is, before Chang Ye died, he told me to find the way to the old city, and what language did he speak..." She had no idea.

"Is it an inscription?" Xun Xiaotian patted her on the head.

For an ancient existence like Chang Yan who has lived for a long time, the language connected with him should be as old as him.

"The inscription... is also correct." Guan Yunhong was thoughtful.

She remembered the stories recorded in the dragon bones that Xun Xiaotian helped her translate.

Two tribes facing each other across the river fought and finally merged into one family...

Guan Yunhong rubbed his chin, "I remember you said at that time that there are rubbings in the Siguo Cliff on your mountain..."

"Well, let's go." He stretched out his hand, led her, and walked towards Siguoya.

The two took a map as a reference for reasoning about the location.

On the way, the two ran into the two children who ran in last night. They yawned and followed the two holding hands.

"that

Is it the little uncle you saw yesterday? "The girl still has some impressions of Xun Xiaotian's face.

The boy touched his chin, "It's really not a ghost."

"It can't be a ghost that looks so handsome!"

"Don't be an idiot, the morning work is about to start, you will be scolded if you are slow." The boy grabbed her and walked down the mountain.

Think about the cliff.

Built on a steep mountain wall in the sect, unless the cultivation base is strong enough, ordinary disciples can only stay here to meditate on their past until the end.

There was a plaque at the entrance of the cave that read "Meditate on Yourself". Xun Xiaotian turned on the flashlight and walked ahead to lead the way.

"Master used to be caught here by the uncle in charge. She often bragged to me that she had a hundred ways to climb down. Her." Xun Xiaotian talked about the past. (end of this chapter)