Xuanxiu bowed to remind Xia Jiulong, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.


    For ye QingHan, Xia Jiulong doesn''t want him to live all day. Perhaps it''s the vigilance from the bottom of his heart that he is a danger and can even threaten his future luck and opportunities.


    Xia Jiulong squinted and said to himself, "dark walker, he hasn''t appeared for many years, and the Emperor may not be able to find him. I''ll do it first tomorrow night. If I can''t, I''ll find him. Ye QingHan can''t stay long. It''s a disaster sooner or later."


    "Congratulations on getting off the horse to the success of the temple first." xuanxiu bowed and said.


    Chant——————


    Xia Jiulong slowly pulled the dagger out of the stone table. His eyes were murderous and whispered, "you''re just a waste without Sanskrit covering you. It''s glorious for you to die if you can let the emperor do it himself."


    The originally peaceful atmosphere stirred the undercurrent, but the hidden killing opportunity was dissipated by the joy, which was more difficult to figure out.


    ……


    That night, ye QingHan closed his eyes and refreshed himself. Until dawn, he played the flute again and controlled the melodious sound of the flute, sometimes killing and sometimes pleasing to the ear. At this time, people in the valley no longer think that ye QingHan is abusing other people''s ears, but the sound of the flute containing mysterious rules.


    The sun shines on the lake. The fish are very spiritual. They rush out of the water with the sound of the flute and slide into a perfect arc.


    Ye QingHan walked out of the cave and tried to control all things with the sound of flute, including all spiritual materials. The ancient trees swayed with the wind, the dead branches trembled, and the old roots almost rose.


    Whew, whew, whew——————


    Wow, wow!!


    The sound of the flute is high, and the big fish at the bottom of the lake rush into the sky to compete with the sky.


    Chant——————


    The sound of the flute swings into the bottom of the lake with the murderous spirit. The fish in the water fight each other, and the more they kill, the more ferocious they become. The murderous spirit in the sound of the flute is like the murmuring cold wind, which makes people creepy.


    The lake was red with blood, and the sound of the flute suddenly stopped. Then the sound of the flute suddenly changed again. It was like a spring breeze. The fish at the bottom of the lake no longer killed, but licked each other''s wounds and became particularly harmonious.


    In the valley, the eyes of more than 20 people were red and almost wanted to fight, but the breath calmed down after hearing the sound of the flute. Fortunately, ye QingHan was not targeting them, but experimenting with fish in the lake, otherwise these people would definitely kill.


    "The flute can control the soul... The weaker the enemy''s soul is, the easier it is to be controlled." ye QingHan put away the flute and thought secretly.


    This is a spirit tool that belongs to the eternal and has been worshipped by the soul for countless years. Its power must be more than that. If you want to give full play to its strongest power, you must accumulate and explore all year round. It may take thirty or fifty years, three or five hundred years, or even a thousand years.


    Ye QingHan was not in a hurry. He took away the green bamboo flute and prepared to return to the valley, but the little girl ran over to pick up the dead fish.


    "Don''t eat these dead fish. They are too violent before they die, full of killing smell and lack of spirit. Eating them won''t do you any good." ye QingHan gently reminded.


    The little girl skimmed her mouth, took back her little hand, made a face with ye QingHan, and then ran back to the valley.


    Ye QingHan smiled and followed up in the valley.


    "Let''s eat in the city and buy some pills by the way. I don''t have any pills on me now." ye QingHan said, looking at Gu Qingyu and others.


    "Let''s go. I''ll be the host. No one is more familiar with the holy city than me." Jian 13 smiled.


    Ye QingHan said with a smile, "then thank you, brother thirteen."


    The five quickly set up an array in the cave and then galloped towards the city.


    The city is now a sea of people. There are people everywhere. Most of them come to make pilgrimages. They hope to be stained with luck. They smile all over their faces and are unprepared. It''s not like wandering the Jianghu, but more like visiting treasures.


    As we all know, now is a great event in the eternal holy land of kendo. Who dares to do it here, even the Holy Son can be pulled down!


    Jian 13 took ye QingHan and others to walk in the crowd, but he walked through more than ten restaurants. He just didn''t squeeze in. The team lined up at the gate.


    "It seems that you have no luck." Jian 13 shrugged and laughed at himself.


    Ye QingHan didn''t care. He found a snack bar outside and casually ate some secular things. It had a different flavor.


    While the five people were eating and chatting, a cold wind suddenly appeared behind them. The murderous gas condensed into essence. This breath only appeared on yanyunbei, but now the intensity of this breath is obviously stronger than that of yanyunbei.


    Ye QingHan immediately turned his head and looked behind him. He saw a man wearing black clothes and black cloth. He was about 1.78 meters tall. He was thin and could not even distinguish between men and women. His whole body was wrapped like a shroud, which gave him a fatal threat.


    Ye QingHan couldn''t help holding his fist and didn''t dare to relax.


    "Who is he?" ye QingHan looked at Jian 13 and whispered.


    There was a doubt in Jian 13''s eyes and whispered, "it may be a dark walker, but this man never walks in the daytime. No one knows his true face, so I''m not sure."


    "Which force? Not Xia Jiulong''s men too?" ye QingHan asked with a frown.


    Sword thirteen immediately replied, "don''t worry, the dark walker is a lone walker. I don''t know, but he is definitely not the prince of Kowloon."


    Ye QingHan breathed a sigh of relief. If he was stared at by such a person, it would be difficult to sleep and eat.


    Only the master noticed the man in black. Others walked past him as if nothing had happened, without feeling at all.


    The man in black calmly passed by the five people. He just glanced at ye QingHan and others, and then walked quickly to the depths. It seemed that he was walking slowly, but in fact, he appeared 100 meters away after three breaths.


    "He''s going to the Kendo sect." Jian 13 hesitated.


    Ye QingHan suddenly remembered the words passed to him by Shengqi Zun, threw the things in his hand on the table and said, "pay the bill."


    After settling the account, ye QingHan quickly followed him and said to Jian 13, "let''s go to the Kendo sect. I want to visit the master of holy chess."


    Jian 13 hurriedly reminded, "brother, it''s not that I don''t take you, but that uncle Shengqi has closed the door. I don''t see anyone. If I want to see him, I''m estimated to be at the grand ceremony."


    Ye QingHan smiled, "I didn''t mean to see him, but I went to see him at his old man''s order."


    Jianshisan rushed to the Kendo sect with four people.


    Half a day later, Kendo was at the foot of the mountain. The five reduced their speed and made a pilgrimage to Qifeng on foot.


    Shengqi peak is peaceful. Up to now, it has been bathed in the holy light. The avenue is mysterious and shrouded. At the foot of the mountain, there are many young talents who are understanding the avenue. Even Xia Jiulong sits in the distance to feel the supreme Dharma in the world.


    Ye QingHan was ordered to come to the audience, and no one stopped him. He climbed all the way to the top of Shengqi peak. The whole mountain was cut off, and a huge temple sat horizontally on the mountain.