Chapter 649： (1/2)

Wen Qiao followed the man into the house.

Entering the door is an empty courtyard, with no grass growing, apparently barren for a long time.

Passing through the courtyard, first is a huge hall with several wing rooms on each side, which can be seen at a glance, and there is nothing surprising.

Wen Qiao glanced casually, then retracted his gaze, and looked at the man leading the way.

The man’s body is tall and straight, and every move is the familiar appearance in her memory. Perhaps the only thing that is unfamiliar is the prestige that seems like nothing on him. She can’t tell what this prestige is, but she feels it. It fits very well.

If it weren't for her spiritual platform to be extremely sober, one would think that the man in front of her was actually Ning Yuzhou.

Xu was aware of her focused gaze, and the man asked her with a smile: "Ah, do you want to rest for a while?"

Wen Qiao shook his head, how could he rest at this time?

The man didn't force it, and took her around the house.

He pushed aside the left side room, and said warmly: "This is the rest room. If you are tired, you can rest here. This is a study room, which contains a lot of exercises and miscellaneous records. If you are interested, you can also look through it; this This is a collection room, can I go in and have a look?"

Wen Qiao stood at the door of the treasure collection and looked inside. The light in the room was dim and dim, and only the outline of some magic treasures could be vaguely seen.

The eyesight of the cultivator is very good, and there is no situation where the light is too dark to see clearly. It can only show that something in the room affects the visual exploration, or that the owner of the room deliberately does not want people to see clearly.

Recalling what the man had seen and heard, Wen Qiao found that some rooms could be seen clearly, and some could not be seen clearly.

In this regard, she did not make any comments.

After all, this is not her place, and the master doesn't want her to see too clearly.

The house is not big, but after shopping in a while, Wen Qiao and the man came to the hall.

Wen Qiao looked at the hall for a moment, then turned to Shi Shiran who was sitting on the opposite side of the man who was making tea again, and finally couldn't help but say, "Who are you?"

The man looked at her with a smile, and said warmly: "I am a ray of obsession that was left behind."

Rao Wenqiao had guessed long ago, but she was still a little dazed. She thought that the man transformed by obsession would not answer her, or that he was concerned about him, but she didn't expect him to be more honest than she thought.

This made her hesitate.

"Whose obsession are you? Why are you here?"

The man smiled without saying a word, just stared at her with those moist and soft eyes, and gradually the dazzling color in his eyes disappeared, leaving only the boundless darkness, making him look like a different appearance, extremely dangerous.

Wen Qiao was subconsciously prepared.

"I have been here, waiting for you to come here." The man said softly, "I finally waited for you before I disappeared."

Wen Qiao said in a daze, "Wait for me? Why wait for me?"

The man laughed again without saying a word. He poured a cup of tea for her, and said warmly, "Sit with me for a while, okay?"

Facing the dull black eyes, a sad emotion arose in her heart for some reason, she nodded silently without saying anything.

The fragrance of tea lingered, the light on the top of the mountain turned from day to dim, and a few candles suddenly lit up in the room.

Wen Qiao looked at the lights, and wondered in his heart that this obsession of an unidentified fairy, acting more and more like her husband, was a little doubtful whether it was because she found out what she thought and thought. The hallucinations presented directly.

From dawn to dark, from dark to dawn, there is always the fragrance of tea.

Wen Qiao didn't know how long he had been sitting here with him until he took out a red bead with the size of a baby's fist and handed it to her.

"What is this?" Wen Qiao asked curiously.

The man still laughed without saying a word, but handed it forward, beckoning her to accept it.

Wen Qiao stared at him for a long while, and slowly stretched out his hand to take the bead.

The moment it started, a majestic force poured in. If she hadn't cut the connection with the red bead in time, Wen Qiao felt that she might be bursting with the power in the bead.

There is a very powerful power in this bead, and this power inexplicably makes her feel very kind.

She looked at the man opposite in astonishment.

The man said softly: "Ahu, I'm glad to see you here again..."

As the man's words fell, the surrounding space began to collapse. The man sitting there was still looking at her with a smile, and along with the collapsed space, it turned into tens of thousands of fragments and dissipated between the heavens and the earth.

Wen Qiao grasped the red bead and watched him disappear without blinking, a sorrow and melancholy surged in his heart.

**

"Sister Aqiao, are you okay?"

The teacher's lifeless voice sounded, awakening Wen Qiao who was immersed in consciousness.

She looked up blankly, and the first thing she saw was the endless plain. The barren mountain that appeared abruptly on the plain has disappeared. There were still many people around, the cultivators who had just climbed to the top of the mountain together.

This group of cultivators are all a dazed look, as if they have not recovered from a certain consciousness.

Wen Qiao's gaze fell on Shi Wuming, and he was very clear-headed compared to those cultivators who were not spiritual.

Feeling the red bead tugged in the palm of my hand, Wen Qiao paused, put it into the storage bag before no one noticed it, and then asked the teacher lifeless: "Brother Shi, you saw it on the top of the mountain just now what?"

Shi Wuming sighed: "There is only one broken house and nothing."

Wen Qiao turned to ask the others.

Xu Zhaozhao said, "There are many magic weapons in the house, but only one person is allowed to take one."

"There are also many exercises in it, and only one type is allowed."

"I saw a lot of fairy grass planted in the yard of the house on the top of the mountain, but unfortunately only one plant was dug."

"and also……"

A group of people talked about it, and they quickly confirmed that there were treasures on the top of the barren mountain just now. Although there were restrictions on the number, the number of people here was quite large. It was obvious that there were a lot of treasures in the houses on the top of the mountain.

After confirming this, they all felt a little bit awkward.

"Obviously, there are so many treasures, but only one can be taken. It is a pity! By the way, I don't know if there is a heritage on the top of the mountain. Who of you has inherited?"

As soon as these words came out, the cultivators present looked at each other.

Wen Qiao's little brothers were very familiar with each other, and when they slid over and found that no one's cultivation level had improved, they looked at the group of cultivators who came back. The memories of the cultivators are very good. They remember the cultivation base of this group of people when they climbed the mountain. Looking at it now, they haven't made a breakthrough either.

"It seems that the barren mountain should have no inheritance."

"Could it be that which fairy went out to place all kinds of treasures of heaven and earth?"

"This is too intimate, isn't it? It's not like the style of a fairy tomb."

"indeed!"

…………

After a group of cultivators guessed for a while, they all felt that the barren mountain should not be inherited, so they didn't pay attention to it anymore.

This barren mountain suddenly appeared and disappeared. Although it is impossible to understand what it is, many things in the tomb of the immortal are unsolvable, and it is no longer difficult for oneself to find the root.

The group of cultivators from other spirit islands left soon.

Wen Qiao also left with the group of younger brothers.