Archive of Fate’s End Chapter 50: Broken down gate

Shi Xuan picked up the ink-colored porcelain cup and took a slow sip, only to feel that a breath of cold penetrated directly from his throat to his abdomen, and then spread to the whole body. The whole person felt refreshed. After a while, I praised: "Good tea, really good tea!"

　　 Han Shijin was a little proud, but after seeing the ink porcelain teacup in Shi Xuan’s hand, he said: “Unfortunately, this good tea is not matched with a good teacup, and several sets of porcelain at home are not suitable for this tea Only this ink porcelain is better. It’s a pity, it’s a pity.” It’s really a pity to look at him.

　　 "Why don't Han Weng let children and grandchildren provide more sets?" Shi Xuan was puzzled.

　　"How can it be so easy, we can’t live without this one, only three times a year in the ancestral hall of the ancestral hall, you can go home by hooking with the card, but that is in the early morning, separated by Yin and Yang, close to the horizon, unable to In words, I can’t stay in the night and dream of them.” Han Shijin rarely encountered strangers and could not help nagging.

　　Shixuan thought of Fang: "But Han Weng, you should have some skills in these years?"

　　 Han Shijin waved his hand: "We are no better than those evil spirits who rely on yin to obsess about existence. After so many years, we can drive the paper people who drive down and float these tea trays and teacups. Speaking of it, if If you really want to go out, you can still force your dream blood relationship here, but it will consume a lot of sources, and it will be worth more than it is worth."

　　Shixuan just read some of the predecessors’ Daomen’s notes, which can only be regarded as a superficial understanding. At this time, when listening to Han Shijin, he heard it with great interest. The Chu Waner around him was eating fruit constantly. , But still had some thoughts to listen to the master talking to grandpa, just like listening to those ghost stories.

　　 "Oh, how does Han Weng know that it is not worth the loss?"

　　 "My father had dreamed of the old age warning, he consumed the source, and when he became old, his father completely dissipated within a few years. It is not as good as the mother. The mother died before the father, but after the old age, 30 It took many years to dissipate. So I have to say this." Han Shijin explained.

　　 Although Han Jing has passed away for many years, after all, he was young at the time of his death. After so many years, he stayed in a dark house and could not go out. He only grew his mind a few years old. Eating fruit and laughing, curiosity in my heart, quietly slipped from the mother's Webster's arms and floated in front of Chu Wan'er.

　　Chu Wan'er was about to grab another fruit, but suddenly a small white transparent tender hand stretched out next to her, and he grabbed the fruit in front of her. Wan Er looked at it, but the one with the braid The child, daring to lose his politeness, secretly attacked him with his eyes.

　　 Han Jing is completely immune to eye attacks, but he is not very smart, and his ghost age is short, so he can’t drive the fruit, so the white chubby hand can’t be picked up through the middle of the fruit. So, could not help crying.

　　Shixuan and Han's family actually noticed what Chu Wan'er and Han Jing did, but they were all children, so they played around and continued talking with each other. Several female relatives sat quietly beside them, daring not to intervene, but they always looked at the living people who had not communicated for so many years with curious eyes.

　　 "So, yes, Han Weng, as you said, there are only three or four trails on Meng Mountain. I don't know the details?" After the greeting, Shi Xuan cut to the point.

　　 Chu Wan'er saw that Han Jing was about to cry, and quickly picked up the fruit to coax him. Who knows that the fruit actually passed through Han Jing's face and stretched out from behind his head, scaring Chu Wan'er Jumping, leaning back to hold Shi Xuan's sleeves, in Shi Xuan's soothing gaze, he was curious again, poked around Han Jing with fruit, watching his hand pass through Han Jing's The body, with excited eyes shining.

　　 Han Shijin squinted his eyes and touched his beard to recall: "There have been nearly fifty years of old death. At that time, there was also a large Taoist gate on the Mangshan Mountain, called the Gui Guizong. There were hundreds of people on the gate. Ten years ago, I fell down somehow, and now there are only five or six people serving the ghost sect, and they are often bullied by the other two small sects, the white bone sect and the refining ghost sect."

　　Shixuan heard of the Yuguizong, and he remembered the "Yigui Dafa" and the mysterious streamer that used to be called the "Bone Bronze Soul Streamer". Is it because the old way died on Tongxuan Mountain? Zong's defeat, but looking at Han Shijin's appearance, he had to ask others: "How about Baiguzong and the refining ghost gate?"

　　"Silver Master, think about it, this battle has only five or six people, and it is also suppressed by their two sects. It can still exist in Mangshan, and the strength of these two sects can be imagined. Know, this is not the Taoist gate you are looking for." Han Shijin said half-jokingly.

　　Shixuan’s thoughts are indeed the same: "Then on the Meng Mountain, can there be other strange things?"

　　 "No, no, this mountain is so high, so big, the number of people who go to worship every year on the mountain is innumerable. If there is something really wrong, it has been discovered long ago." Han Shijin shook his head.

　　The two sides chatted for a while, until Chu Wan'er got bored, Shi Xuan pulled her up and said goodbye to the Han family. Han Shijin took his family to the door of the Yin Mansion, and Chu Wan'er was stuffed with a bag of various fruits in his arms.

　　 "Han Weng stopped, just send it here." Shi Xuan turned to Han Shijin at the door to say goodbye again.

　　 Han Shijin sighed and said: "In the past 50 years, Shi Daochang was the first living person to be a guest in Shangfu, and it also made the old and his family feel the connection with Yangshi. They were happy in their hearts. See you again, I am afraid that the old is no longer in this world at that time, dissipated between the world and the world."

　　 "Han Weng, how do you say this?"

　　 "In the past few years, I have felt that my body has slowly disappeared. I think it was because I had exhausted my thoughts in my life and hurt the source. It is not as good as others. I am afraid that it will be in these two years." Han Shijin has some Lamented sadly.

　　 "Dad!" "Grandfather!" "Grandfather!" "Great ancestor!"... Everyone else in the Han family except Han Jing shouted Han Shijin in sorrow, but they were all helpless.

　　Shi Xuan could only comfortably speak a few words of relief, resignation, and then dragged the impatient Chu Wan'er waiting next to Han Jiayi Yixi farewell.

　　 Just walked a few steps, I heard Han Shijin shouting: "Shi Dao, the old man remembers something. If you want to find a fairy to visit the road, you can go to Luojing Huilong Temple to try it. It's where the fairy is."

　　Shixuan accidentally got this news, and he was overjoyed, and turned around and gave a respectful salute: "Thank you Han Weng! I am very grateful."

　　Farewell to the Han family ghosts, Shi Xuan and Chu Wan'er continued to walk into the mountains. Although he knew from Han Shijin that there were only two or three trails and no search value, but Shi Xuan was not a child, he said that I believe that I have to survey one or two before I can go back.

　　 "Master, those are not like ghosts!" Chu Wan'er asked Shi Xuan by the hand.

　　 "Oh, Waner, you're not..." Shi Xuan made a movement to and fro.

　　 Chu Wan'er rolled his eyes: "At that time, people believed that those were ghosts, and they were floating, but they were different from what Wan Er used to know. They have a home, and they eat and drink. , Speaking of communication... That thing is not fierce at all, it really is not like it!"

　　Shi Xuan smiled: "What do you think the ghost should be like?"

　　 "Well, green faced fangs, headless, bodyless, headless, eyeless, mouthless, nasal, and intestinal rotten, so it looks like this." Chu Wan'er said so much in one breath. It's quite different from what I just wanted to say when Wen Binbin couldn't think of it, I don't know where I heard it from.

　　 "Where did you hear this from?" Shi Xuan began to tell Chu Waner some ghost things, the difference between ordinary ghosts and evil ghosts.

　　 Chu Wan'er murmured while listening: "Everyone else says so."

　　 They walked and talked, they met two evil spirits on the road, but unfortunately they were all superficial, and even those who had not recovered their spirit and wisdom, they were solved by a golden blade Kamikaze of Shi Xuan. After knowing Chu Wan'er's curiosity, I finally saw the evil ghost with green-faced fangs and the evil ghost with intestinal rot. If you don't want to sleep so late and beautiful, follow the master on this cold and windy mountain. Well, although there are also good Eat fruit.

　　 When I walked to a secret place~IndoMTL.com~ Shi Xuan saw a building complex built there, with many houses and luxurious appearance, with some evil spirits carved on it, it looks a little bit Eerie, but unfortunately dilapidated, like no one repaired for a long time.

　　 walked to the main entrance, with a slanted plaque hanging on it, with the seal of "Yi Guizong" written on it, Shi Xuan chuckled, and came across this sect so quickly, let's go in and see.

　　 hugs Chu Wan'er. In her curious eyes, she cast an invisible gas curse. The two slowly faded into the air until they were completely invisible. Chu Wan'er's crisp voice sounded on the spot: "Master , Master! Is this stealth?! Have fun! Waner wants to learn!"

　　Shi Xuan hurriedly shut her up, and then performed a wall-penetrating technique. The two penetrated the blue stone wall and entered the Yuguizong. Chu Wan'er tightly covered his mouth with small hands, afraid to be too excited to speak out accidentally, Xian Fa is really amazing! so fun!

　　Shixuan took Chu Wan'er through several courtyards, walked toward the house with the light on, and poked a small hole to see what the people were doing.

　　 Inside are two middle-aged men dressed as priests. They all pay attention to their appearance. They have a somewhat scent-like taste. One of the white-faced priests sighed at the other person, "Brother Master, are you still Follow me down the mountain. This ghost sect has long been over. Instead of looking for some dignitaries and wealthy merchants in the mountains below, by our means, we are still afraid that we will not be rich and prosperous. It is not better than in this ruined sect!"

　　 "Hey, Brother, Brother knows that this is a good strategy for you, but Brother was brought up by the master from an early age. Before he died, he promised to take over the door. How can he leave his ancestry down the mountain." The Taoist Taoist sighed and replied.

　　————Today I advanced two, eighteen, thank you, and there is not much difference from the previous four, continue to seek support