It is the windy season, and there is a surge of air between the two peaks, bringing with it a cloud of mist and a gloomy wind.

Qi Lechuan touched the stone wall on the side, raised his eyes and looked forward. The canyon was very long, and he didn't know where the end was.

Qi Jiujiu turned over in the blood jade, and a faint voice came from inside, "I overheard a local old man talking about the origin of Jiazigou."

Qi Lechuan continued to walk forward with steady steps, "What story?"

"Back then, an army from the Northern Wei Dynasty passed through here. It was rumored that when passing through the canyon, it was caught in the middle of the mountain peaks and no one survived. It was also said that there was a yellow spring in Jiazigou that connected the underworld. Every early autumn, the underworld soldiers entered and exited the two realms through the underworld waterfall.

The Northern Wei army who was imprisoned in the mountains were the ghost soldiers who returned to the underworld."

Just finished speaking.

The fog obscured the scene in front of him. Qi Lechuan squinted and could barely see the scene five meters in front of him, when a huge shadow suddenly appeared.

She paused for a moment, then continued walking forward without changing her expression, "You mean, this is the Yinbing Inn?"

Qi Jiujiu hummed and stopped staying in the blood jade. He floated above and saw the whole picture clearly. He lowered his eyes and looked down and said, "There are stone statues in front of you."

Qi Lechuan didn't seem to care. At this time, the fog dispersed and the stone statue in front of him became clearer.

She raised her foot and touched the lines on it, then raised her eyes and looked up, "It's a stone statue that rolled down from above. It should be a tomb above."

"Want to go up? The end of the canyon is a bit far away." Qi Jiujiu looked into the distance and replied.

Qi Lechuan moved his muscles slightly and said, "Go up and take a look."

While she was climbing, a dark wind blew in the canyon again, and the wind made a whistle, which was indeed scary at first glance.

Qi Jiujiu glanced down and chatted with her, "On the way you said they would track your whereabouts, but I never understood why they wanted to know where you were going?"

Qi Jiujiu's life is too simple. He likes to put things in plain sight and never scheming with others. If he gets angry, he will be slapped to death, which saves worry and trouble.

But following Qi Lechuan, he has always been curious about the way she does things, and how deep the human mind is.

She raised her foot and stepped on the groove, reached up with her hand, and touched a raised stone. She tightened her grip, moved her body upward, and pursed her lips slightly, saying, "Jie Yuhua's purpose is simple. He wants to use me to find out about Third Uncle."

.And that third uncle, he is an old fox. He has the whereabouts of everyone in the Nine Sects under his control, and I am just one of them. There is another person..."

She never hides anything from Qi Jiujiu. For her, it is not a good habit to keep your thoughts on your face. As long as he asks, she will explain carefully.

Those who achieve great things must have both political integrity and talent, and can only be successful if they are able to be both literary and military.

"Who?" The kid tilted his head and wondered.

Qi Lechuan stepped on the rocks hard and used his strength to climb, "Grandpa Rishan, he wants to control my whereabouts, but it is because he wants to protect me, which is understandable."

She took advantage of the force and landed firmly on the flat ground above.

She took a breath, with a smile on her face, "There is another smart one behind us."

Qi Jiujiu used pressure to test, but there was no one around for several kilometers.

He frowned, with confusion on his face, "How do you know?"

She raised her eyebrows and said, "I guess."

Qi Lechuan has almond-shaped eyes, his hair is messed up by the wind, his skin is fair, and when he raises his eyebrows he is too frivolous, and he looks a bit like the strategist of the ancients playing chess.

Qi Jiujiu held a talisman between his right two fingers. He pinched his fingers with his left hand to calculate a hexagram. After finishing the hexagram, the talisman in his right hand burned. The corners of the young boy's mouth raised. He let go of the talisman. It turned into ashes in mid-air and was blown away by the wind.

Blow away.

Qi Lechuan saw that he had made a special hexagram and chuckled, "Just guess, why bother to make a hexagram?"

Qi Jiujiu crossed her chest proudly, "You can guess if you are smart, but I can't. I like to skip the steps and see the answer directly."

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, "You brat, you just don't want to use your brain. Be careful if you don't use it for a thousand years, it will turn into Alzheimer's disease."

Qi Jiujiu turned his head away and said fiercely, "I want you to take care of it."

Qi Lechuan said "tsk" and looked back to the front. There was a broken Buddha's hand on the rubble. The five fingers and the ring finger of the Buddha's hand were broken, and there were some symbols carved on the palm of the hand.

She raised her eyes and looked at it for a while, feeling that it looked familiar. She seemed to have seen this kind of mark somewhere.

Unable to remember it for the moment, she moved her eyes and looked at the cave. A knowledgeable person could tell at a glance that it was a robbery cave.

Just as she was about to say something, she saw Qi Jiujiu making divinations again. She frowned and said, "What are you thinking about again?"

Qi Jiujiu looked arrogant, "Calculating this mark, I just used the Plum Blossom Qi Gua, and now I use the Qimen..." As he said this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Normally, only one hexagram can be made in an hour. However, I am an all-around player and I have learned several ways to start a hexagram.

Some people's fortunes cannot be calculated, but their whereabouts can barely be measured.

He bared his white teeth and said with a smile, "It's the mark of the boss."

Qi Lechuan raised his eyes again and suddenly remembered that the last time he went to the Xisha Undersea Tomb, there was his brother's mark there, which was indeed the same as the one on the Buddha's hand.

She pondered, "My brother usually leaves marks in dangerous places. Is it to warn people behind that there is danger?"

"Which tomb is not dangerous?" Qi Jiujiu complained. Watching her turn around and go down again, he hurriedly followed, "Why are you going?"

Qi Lechuan imitated his grin, showing his dimples when he smiled, "Listen to my brother and go another way."

Qi Jiujiu was speechless and followed behind, nagging, "I won't listen to anyone but your brother, right? Zhang Rishan has been saying every day not to let you run around, but luckily you ran to Qinling Mountains. Your brother is a mark."

You are taking detours, you are really a white-eyed wolf."

Qi Lechuan ignored it and continued down into the canyon.

"Then what if the big boss enters through here and warns future generations that there is danger inside?" he guessed.

Qi Lechuan landed safely, with one hand behind his back, and his voice was a little firm, "Let's go another way. My brother naturally has his own reasons for doing things. This road is dangerous, so just open another way out."

Qi Jiujiu's face was filled with confusion.

She smiled and said, "If the person who comes in now is innocent, he will go in. Do you know why?"

Qi Jiujiu shook his head.

She continued, "Where there are marks, it means that someone has walked it. He would like to walk this kind of road himself."

The canyon is still windy.

Her words are scattered in the autumn wind.

The gap in the canyon was narrow, allowing only two people to pass through. One person and one ghost walked side by side. At some point, the little ghost was already half a head taller than her.

In the gloomy canyon, it also feels a bit more like a knight.

After walking for nearly two hours, we reached the exit of the canyon.
Chapter completed!