[King Shen] Please enter the urn

The cliff is extremely dangerous and steep, surrounded by clouds and waves.

The flowing clouds rush, the mountains float, and the rolling clouds and waves travel across the peaks and ridges, just like a silent giant waterfall, majestic and misty, rushing straight down into the deep valley.

Zhao Biqiong stood lingfeng on the edge of the cliff, with most of her feet sticking out of the cliff, as if she could step on the sky with half a step.

Mingrui's eyes fell on the bottom of the cliff, and there was nothing but floating clouds.

The bare/exposed stone walls outside the cliff are unusually round and smooth, and they should look like they have been polished and carved.

However, the outline of the stone sculpture is too large, and you can only see a slightly curved arc when you swim across the entire cliff. It is really difficult for Zhao Biqiong, who is on top of the stone sculpture and as small as an ant, to recognize his face .

On this cliff, apart from the surging sea of ​​clouds, there is only a stone tablet made of a round stone with the height of a person standing next to the cliff.

The color of the stone is bright and colorful, and the stone surface has been polished by wind, frost, rain and snow, and the three characters "Fengbo Pavilion" are engraved on it.

However, the surrounding area was empty and desolate, with only a layer of snow piled up under the stone tablet and the stone wall, and some yellow and dry vegetation, not even broken stones or tiles, and there was no sign of a pavilion.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Zhao Biqiong stared into the distance for a while, until the cold wind froze him until he coughed a little, and then turned his eyes away from the vast clouds outside the cliff.

While coughing lightly, he said to Ye Jiuqiu, "Little Po Dao, why did you bring me here?"

"What's the relationship between this place and Dry Rong Valley?"

"You said this is the Fengbo Pavilion, but why is there only a stone tablet of 'Storm Pavilion', but no pavilion?"

As soon as the words fell, a voice said: "I brought you here because we want to see you."

The person who spoke was probably withdrawn and cold, a plain word without malice was actually more cold and solemn than the sound of the cold wind beating on the rock wall outside the cliff.

Then, a light, graceful, soft and elegant voice said: "This is the passage leading to the Valley of Dry Prosperity."

Then, a hoarse voice said: "As for the last question... If you can understand the secret of the Storm Pavilion, the Valley of Dry Glory will be close at hand."

Three voices answered Zhao Biqiong's three questions.

The last person had no questions to answer, she muttered and complained: "You are all rushing to finish talking, what do you want me to say?"

Zhao Biqiong followed the prestige, and saw four uneven figures walking from the shadow of the grotto behind him.

The tall and tall one is Wuxin sweetheart, the tall and thin one is Nie Qiaoqiao, the exquisite and well-fitting one is Lin Suxian, and the round, short and fat one is the sick old man.

The person who complained just now was Nie Qiaoqiao.

Among the four, she was the youngest and lively. She leaped in front of Zhao Biqiong with a big stride, raised her hand and untied the wine bag from her waist and threw it to him.

Zhao Biqiong waved his long sleeves, took the wine bag into his hand, and stared at her calmly.

Nie Qiaoqiao smiled and said: "I wanted to take over Zhao's head, but this place is very simple, there are no tables for banquets, and no benches to rest, so I stole some wine."

"If Head Zhao doesn't dislike it, here's a bag of wine to congratulate you for successfully surviving the midnight killing at Thousand Buddha Temple!"

The sick old man who came here leisurely with his hands behind his back, when he heard this, he took two steps in surprise, like a whirlwind, and flew in front of the two of them.

The sick old man said angrily: "You girl, you dare to persuade the old man and the sick to drink, what kind of mind do you have?"

Nie Qiaoqiao put her hands in her sleeves and said with a smile, "Whether to toast or not is my business. Whether your patients drink or not is his business."

"I sent my heart to you first. As for whether to accept it or not, let head Zhao decide for himself."

Very ill-intentioned and threw this dilemma to Zhao Biqiong.

Seeing that he couldn't beat this girl, the sick old man stomped his feet angrily, turned his head and said to Zhao Biqiong, "You are not allowed to drink..."

But Zhao Biqiong smiled heartily, unplugged the pouch, raised his head and drank.

However, before the wine was poured out, the wine bag was snatched away by another hand.

Ye Jiuqiu snatched the wine bag, raised his neck, and Bicui's wine flowed down his throat.

Nie Qiaoqiao jumped up and yelled, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Before she could finish her sentence, Ye Jiuqiu had already drank it all.

He wiped off the wine stains on his lips with his arm crossed, threw the empty wine bag back to Nie Qiaoqiao, and said, "I have nothing to share with him except my wife. If I drink this wine, it means that he has drunk the wine." Same."

The sick old man glanced sideways at Zhao Biqiong, and hummed, "Fortunately, your friend helped you drink."

"If you really drink it, even if you bring your Tishman Men to kneel in front of me for three days and three nights, I won't cure your disease!"

Lin Suxian covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Oh, it's obvious that you are giving a toast with good intentions. But you guys didn't finish a word, didn't finish a sip of wine, and complained all over instead."

"Are you here to toast, or to provoke trouble?"

Nie Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "It's here to provoke trouble."

"Sister Bingxue is really smart, she can even see this."

With a sound of "Ouch", Lin Suxian poked her finger hard on the forehead.

She laughed and cursed: "You silly girl!"

Only Wuxin's sweetheart didn't say a word, just watched from the side, but didn't interrupt their gag.

Among these five people, Ye Jiuqiu is Zhao Biqiong's old friend, and the sick old man is his old friend.However, Nie Qiaoqiao, Lin Suxian and Wuxin's sweetheart are just a one-time relationship for him, and their friendship is only shallow.

However, this natural and unfailing gag made Zhao Biqiong feel close, the gloom of many days dissipated, and even Wuxin's sweetheart's coffin-like face gave birth to a tinge of affinity.

After Zhao Biqiong greeted everyone, he smiled and said: "I saw you yesterday, and we are indifferent to each other, and the differences are clear."

"I never thought that I was so familiar in private, which really surprised me."

Nie Qiaoqiao rolled her eyeballs, showing a shy expression.

"For the past half a month, we have been tired of being together almost every night, meeting in the middle of the night, sharing a good time, how can we not be familiar with each other?"

This made everyone startled slightly.

Ye Jiuqiu, who was the first to react, couldn't help but lowered his head and coughed a few times.

Lin Suxian covered her mouth with her sleeves, laughing wildly,

The sick old man's face was blue and white, and he laughed and cursed fiercely: "Bah! The old man is blind, so I have a tryst with you, a guy who is neither male nor female, in the middle of the night!"

Even sweetheart Wuxin's cold face showed a slight smile, like throwing a stone into a lake, causing ripples.

It can be seen that the five people have formed a deep friendship.

Sweetheart Wu Xin gradually suppressed her smile, and said lightly, "Okay, stop messing around."

"If this continues, when will we finish the business?"

Nie Qiaoqiao and the others were obviously very convinced of Wu Xin's sweetheart, as soon as he spoke, the four of them turned serious.

Master Wuxin caressed Fuchen lightly, and said to Zhao Biqiong, "This time, Sect Leader Zhao is invited to come here because Sect Leader Zhao successfully broke through the midnight killing situation at Thousand Buddha Temple last night."

"Sect Leader Zhao is such a hero, he is exactly what we are looking for to join forces with."

Zhao Biqiong's eyes swept over Nie Qiaoqiao and the others one by one, and said, "So, all of you are the ones who broke through the middle of the night?"

Wuxin Shangren said: "Not bad."

Zhao Biqiong then asked: "So, have you ever encountered a sneak attack by a 'dead man'?"

The sick old man said: "You mean 'corpse killer'?"

He snorted coldly: "You, Miss Lin, Boy Ye, and Wuxin..."

There was a slight pause in the words, and the word "Taoist" was added without any trace.Even though his seniority is very high, he dare not rely on his old age in front of a cold-faced and ruthless master like Wuxin.

"You guys are lucky, you encountered a few corpses that were manipulated."

"However, girl Nie and I met a 'human skin girl'."

He widened his eyes, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: "In her hands, it is really close to death!"

As he spoke, he picked up the hem of his jacket, revealing a huge dark red scar on his waist and abdomen, which almost covered his entire belly.

He said in a trembling voice: "That night, I fell into her hands, and almost half of my skin was peeled off. I gritted my teeth and waited until dawn. When the human skin girl heard the cock crow, she left by herself. I just escaped with my life."

"You heard Gui Laojiu's screams last night, right? He died at the hands of a human-skinned woman..."

As if recalling the experience of being hung from a tree and skinned alive, the sick old man let out a soft "ah" and said nothing more.

On the side, Nie Qiaoqiao's face was also livid, with lingering fears in her heart.

Hearing this, Zhao Biqiong frowned and said, "Since you have already gathered five masters, and there are peerless swordsmen like Daoist Wuxin in the formation. Why don't you join forces and catch the corpse killer or the human skin girl? The secret of the Buddhist temple?"

Ye Jiuqiu sighed softly and said, "Why haven't we tried?"

"But the corpse killer is cunning, like a slippery fish. Whenever we set up an ambush, he escaped in time like a prophet."

"One time, we lured him to manipulate the corpse and fight us. At the same time, we sent people to follow the thin thread on the corpse to find it. Guess what we saw?"

Zhao Biqiong said, "What?"

Ye Jiuqiu said, "The thin thread is actually tied to two branches."

"And the branch swayed left and right under the night wind, manipulating the corpse to swing and block."

"I really don't know how the corpse killer used this branch to manipulate the corpse and fight with us!"

Zhao Biqiong frowned, such a method is really shocking.

He asked again: "What about the human skin girl?"