Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

"what's the situation?"

When the three people came out of the main tomb chamber, Youhuang asked lazily.

Geng Xiaofeng saw You Huang outside and said with surprise, "Aunt, you finally came out. When I was breaking the formation, I was still wondering whether I should wait for you."

"I don't need you to wait." You Huang poured a cup of tea for Geng Xiaofeng and said, "With the cultivation level of you and my fourth uncle, how did you get into the depths of the wilderness? Could it be that Broken Mirror Yinhua caused trouble and had to bring you in for refuge?"

"Auntie, you are so accurate in your calculations."

Geng Xiaofeng talked about the small competition in the Sword Sect: "Those people are eyeing the magic mirror, I'm afraid it will embarrass your fourth uncle, why not let him join the Xuexuan Sect as well."

"Senior Jianfeng said before he left that my fourth uncle would go to Shengjian Peak first after he returned. He intended to accept my fourth uncle as his disciple, but..." Youhuang thought for a moment and said, "I still have to listen to my fourth uncle's opinion first. I respect his choice. Besides, Senior Jun Buyan is a good person."

"You killed a person at the Spirit Transformation Realm with a snap of your fingers, and then called Jun Buyan of the Sword Sect "Senior!" Geng Xun looked at You Huang in disbelief. What was the origin of this girl?

"Old Patriarch, she is only thirty..."

"Nonsense, she's only 29 years old."

Before Geng Xiaofeng could finish his words, he was interrupted angrily by You Huang.

"You... why bother about a few months." Geng Xiaofeng couldn't understand women. Because of his age, he was often beaten by his senior sisters.

I thought Youhuang was different, but he still behaved like that. He got mad when his age was mentioned. I couldn't help but say, "As the youngest disciple of Xuexuan Sect, you really don't have to care about your age. You were already at the peak of the Nascent Soul at the age of 18."

"Is this girl a disciple of Xuexuan Sect?"

Zhou Minghe suddenly understood why others let him go. It turned out that it was because of his last name, Zhou.

Geng Xiaofeng first glanced at You Huang, and seeing that You Huang did not stop him, he said, "Senior Sister You Huang is the true disciple of Xue Zun of Jueqing Peak, and Xuexuan Sect even held a special banquet for her to become a disciple."

"Oh, I remember that this happened. I felt sorry that the disciples of the Geng family were not selected. I didn't expect that you would be selected." No matter who was selected into Xuanzong, Geng Xun would be happy as long as they were from the Geng family.

"I benefited from Senior Sister Youhuang's help." Geng Xiaofeng briefly recounted what happened in the Death Swamp.

"You just became an inner disciple of Xuexuan Sect." Geng Xun asked in disbelief.

Geng Xiaofeng was a down-to-earth person, and he immediately explained, "Is it because Jueqing Peak needs someone to pass on the message?"

You Huang disagreed upon hearing this: "Don't you realize that's an excuse? The head master never accepts disciples easily. The fact that he accepted you as a nominal disciple shows that you are good enough. The people of Xuexuan Sect don't make exceptions for mediocre people."

"I feel embarrassed when you say that."

Geng Xiaofeng scratched his head awkwardly, realizing that Youhuang was helping him.

Even if his cultivation level is not particularly high, as long as he is in Xuexuan Sect, his grandfather will not be bullied in his hometown.

"Just focus on your training in Xuexuan Sect. I'll have someone keep an eye on your grandfather." Geng Xun has been the head of the family for nearly a thousand years and knows all about the family's affairs. Some people can't stand others having a good life and always do bad things in secret.

"With the old patriarch's words, Xiaofeng will definitely practice hard and never bring shame to the Geng family."

The person Geng Xiaofeng couldn't let go of the most in Xuexuan Sect was his grandfather. He knew too well the faces of the people in the clan who flattered the powerful and looked down on the weak. Only after the old patriarch said this did he feel relieved.

"Are you two in a hurry to go home and announce the good news, or are you waiting for everyone to come out of seclusion and leave together?" You Huang didn't beat around the bush. Geng Xun and Zhou Minghe looked at each other and said, "We just made a breakthrough and wanted to look around in the tomb to pick some spiritual herbs, fruits, and elixirs to consolidate our foundation."

"That makes sense. Please be safe, both of you."

Youhuang had the nerve to remind you that the tomb owner did not specify that one person could only break in for a while.

After the two of them walked away, You Huang said to Geng Xiaofeng, "You stay here and take a look. I'm going to the main tomb chamber and will be back soon."

"Don't worry, Senior Sister Youhuang, Xiaofeng will definitely take good care of you all." Geng Xiaofeng immediately patted his chest. Youhuang smiled and stood up, walked into the main tomb chamber, closed the door, and sat back in front of the guqin.

"If you want to satisfy the tomb owner, you should play your best song..." Knowing the tomb owner's character well, Youhuang thought carefully before putting his hands on the piano, and started playing only after he became familiar with the tightness of the strings.

Youhuang didn't know that when the sound of the piano sounded, everyone in the ancient tomb could hear it. It was like a dialogue with history, lamenting the rapid passage of time.

But in the sound of the piano among the bamboos, countless stories are told one by one. Watching the fleeting moments of the world is like walking through the long river of history again. Time passes quickly and this fleeting guest in the world.

The people in the ancient tomb gradually calmed down. Even Geng Xun and Zhou Minghe, who were looking for treasure, stopped and closed their eyes to listen.

When the last note fell, the two felt that their hearts seemed to be much lighter, as if all the dust had been washed away, and their cultivation became more solid. It was more effective than any spiritual herbs or elixirs. They silently saluted in the direction where the sound of the piano came from.

You Huang pressed the strings of the zither with both hands and stared at the environment in front of him.

Suddenly, something rustled down. Youhuang looked up and found that he was sitting under a peach tree that was full of pink flowers.

Petals were flying everywhere, but there was no scent of plants. It was obvious that everything in front of him was an illusion. You Huang stretched out his hand and tried to hold the petals, but the petals disappeared as soon as they fell into his palm.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Youhuang stood up, took out his sword, and slashed into the air.

Everything in front of me disappeared in an instant, finally revealing the unique gray dome of the mausoleum. The peach tree was still there, but the coffin was stuffed into its thick roots.

The guqin was placed right in front of the coffin. Every person who played the guqin knelt in front of the guqin, which was equivalent to paying respect to the tomb owner. They really took advantage of the monks. If they wanted to get the treasures to be buried with the tomb, they had to kneel down first.

Most of the objects buried with Le Xiu were musical instruments, but if any of them were placed outside, they would attract the attention of other Le Xiu.

Youhuang had the Shenjiqin, but he was not very interested in the instrument. Instead, he carefully read the music score engraved on the wall, wrote down the original score first, and then re-translated it into simplified notation.

For fear of missing any details, Youhuang used his spiritual sense to scan the main tomb chamber. He set up so many illusion arrays, but few of them were useful. It would be better to give me a pile of spirit stones. He turned around and planned to leave the main tomb chamber.

"Chu Youhuang, wait..."

Qingxuan's voice suddenly sounded, and he stood in front of a pile of musical instruments.

You Huang retracted his steps and said helplessly: "Senior, every time you speak, you are always startled. Can you speak earlier next time?"

"This place is not simple." Qing Xuan looked around and said, "Chu Youhuang, the peach tree is the center of the formation. Quickly inject a ray of immortal power into the peach tree. There will definitely be unexpected effects."

"The peach tree is the core of the formation..." Youhuang's eyes fell on the peach tree again, and Qingxuan said slowly: "The tomb owner has been gone for too long, his spiritual power has been depleted, and the peach flowers have withered and fallen, so many formations can't work."

"What do you mean?" You Huang was even more confused.

"One flower, one world." Qingxuan slowly gave the answer.