"What happened later?"

Wang Le asked Qingyangzi because the story was far from over.

Qing Yangzi looked up at the stars in the sky, and his thoughts seemed to be dragged into the long river of time. He narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Xuan Xuzi and the demon girl were finally surrounded and blocked by a group of experts from the martial arts alliance at the foot of Yangguan Mountain this time. They both burned themselves and died, becoming desperate mandarin ducks."

"When Master Xuan Xuzi led the Zhongtian master to come, he was already one step late."

Speaking of this, Qingyangzi couldn't help but sigh: "At that time, the disciples of Yangguan died with Xuan Xuzi and the demon girl, and no one escaped in the battle!"

After a pause, Qingyangzi pointed to Mrs. Old Yang and said to Wang Le: "Yunshan is the descendant of one of the disciples in that battle back then."

Only then did Wang Le know the name of Mrs. Yang. The other party took the conversation quietly and said, "My ancestor of Tian family is the son of Lord Xuan Xuzi. He has received his favor for generations. How could he abandon the master and escape his life?"

As a top socialist student who grew up under the Red Banner, Wang Dashao certainly knew that the term "home to have a son" was a product of the feudal era.

During the feudal dynasty, the children born to slaves in the master's family, that is, the children of slaves, were slaves for generations and were often the most trusted by the master's family.

Wang Le looked at the three people in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, thinking about the relationship between Lao Yang and Qing Yangzi, which may be the relationship between the master and the family having children.

Qingyangzi saw Wang Le's eyes swept his and Lao Yang and his wife, and vaguely guessed what the kid was thinking, so he spoke: "When I was young, I went to Guixu Temple to practice martial arts. Lao Yang, as a family, went to the temple together."

Wang Le couldn't help but think to himself: "It seems that the social model of this martial arts world is the same as that of the secular feudal dynasty, and there is no change. It is believed that the family background of senior Qingyangzi's senior is not simple."

This is why Wang Le entered the martial arts world for too short time and was always in a dangerous situation that he could not understand the customs and customs of this world.

Now we can only use our carefulness and keenness to reason and speculate from the news revealed in the words and discussions of the people.

Just when Wang Lexin was thinking about it, Qingyangzi didn't have the intention to continue talking about the topic of having a child at home. He took the initiative to change the subject and said: "After Xuan Xuzi and the demon girl were burned and died, Yangguan was not immediately abandoned. Guixuguan sent a new disciple sect to settle in. After all, Bai Yujing is the most important city in the central area of ​​the martial arts world!"

Hearing this, Wang Le couldn't help but sigh, and said in his heart: "The love stories of men and women in life are always more heroic and exciting than the bloody love dramas on TV screens!"

While thinking in his heart, Wang Le's brows frowned slightly, his face no longer relaxed, and he became serious and serious.

Because he knew that the evil fate between Xuan Xuzi and the demon girl in Qingyangzi's mouth was far from over. Otherwise, how could the weird saying of Yangguan's ghosts and gods begin?

Sure enough, Qingyangzi continued to say: "When everything back to normal and the scars of the past have been smoothed out, a strange thing happened."

Wang Le was not busy asking questions, and waited calmly for Qingyangzi to continue talking. At this time, the old Yang and his wife standing next to him also became a little strange.

Obviously, what Qingyangzi is going to say next is not a secret in Guixu Temple, only Wang Le, an outsider, does not know it.

Qing Yangzi avoided Wang Le's gaze, and the light in his eyes flashed and said quietly: "Whenever the moon is full, lightning and thunder are roaring, this time Yangguan will be broken, fresh human skins with undry blood are dancing in the wind on a rainy night..."

"Ah!" Wang Le's face changed drastically and spoke out in shock, intending to continue Qingyangzi.

When Qingyangzi saw Wang Le's terrifying face, he couldn't help but feel a little strange. He felt that this kid had always killed people without blinking, so why was he scared?

But he didn't care too much and continued: "There are always disciples in the temple. No matter how strong or weak the martial arts cultivation is, once they are touched by this broken human skin, they will all be wiped out without exception."

Although Wang Le quickly returned to peace, the storm waves that stirred up in his heart never stopped and could not be forced to suppress them.

In the underground tomb of Genghis Khan, the tomb of his mother Wang Xiaodie, there were bleeding fresh human skins appear one after another. Wang Le did not expect that this time he had also appeared in Yangguan.

The only difference is that the fresh human skin that appears in this Huiyangguan is not a complete piece, but is broken and scattered.

After shaking his muddy head, Wang Le couldn't figure out what was going on.

After thinking about it, Wang Le asked Qingyangzi, who was about to continue talking, "Is Huiyangguan abandoned because of this? But what can the broken fresh human skin have to do with the dead Xuan Xuzi and the witch?"

Qingyangzi took a deep breath and responded in a deep voice: "After hearing about this, Master Xuan Xuzi specially moved to Baiyu Capital for nearly a year. Finally, he guarded the full moon night, and the moment of lightning and thunder, he explored the night of Yang Temple to return to Yang Temple at night!

Speaking of this, Qingyangzi suddenly looked at Wang Le and asked, "What level do you think Xuan Xuzi's master, the ancestor of my lineage, should his martial arts cultivation be?"

Wang Le replied without hesitation: "It is still the realm of the martial arts heavenly level. Even if it is not the peak of the martial arts heavenly level, it should be not far away."

Qing Yangzi nodded and said, "The ancestor has indeed reached the peak of martial arts. He was the number one master of Guixu Temple at that time. Looking at the martial arts world, those who can match him are only five fingers."

After a pause, Qingyangzi murmured softly: "But he died like that."

"Uh!" Wang Le was stunned for a moment and thought to himself why he died? That was the peak of martial arts, and he was the real hero of the human race, and he was invincible to thousands of men!

Qingyangzi didn't see Wang Le in shock, but continued to say to himself: "The ancestor returned to the temple from Bai Yujing, and only said that the broken fresh human skin was left by the witch. She wanted to lead to reincarnation, return to her hometown, and then she turned into a Taoist path."

Wang Le, whose eyebrows were frowning together and could not be separated, walked out of the endless shock and asked directly: "I only leave this sentence, did I not say anything about the process?"

Qing Yangzi shook his head and replied: "There is no need for me to hide it. The process in this process is a mystery from beginning to end, and no one can know it."

Wang Le patted his forehead, and a look of pain appeared on his face, and his brows became deeper and deeper.
Chapter completed!