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Interrupted by Feng Jiujiu, Duan Lang was no longer in the mood to appreciate his own beauty.

He turned the mirror over and casually touched the picture of birds and phoenixes on it with his fingers, injecting a trace of aura into it.

Like a stone sinking into the sea, after the spiritual energy was input, the mirror did not respond at all.

Duan Lang frowned strangely.

In this world of comprehension, as long as it is a magic weapon that has been refined, it can be activated after inputting spiritual energy.If you probe in with your spiritual sense, you can know its attributes.

Why is this mirror so strange, it doesn't play cards according to common sense at all.And the most important thing is that it obviously has aura fluctuations, and it is not a dead thing in the world.

Unable to understand, Duan Lang didn't dare to probe it casually with his spiritual sense. He originally wanted to take back the storage bag, but he was unwilling, so he asked the treasure hunting mouse, "Is there anything else under the tree hole?"

Treasure Hunter shook his head blankly, "It's the same as before, with only one hole."

Duan Lang thought about it, and decided to wait until evening to have a look.

After a while, Lao Yin knocked on the door and asked Duan Lang to go out for dinner.

Duan Lang left Feng Jiujiu and the three in the house, ordered them not to make trouble, and then went out.

There are only three people in Lao Yin's family. In addition to Lao Yin's wife, there is also a son, who is 15 years old this year.

Duan Lang followed Lao Yin into the main room, and immediately saw the frail young man sitting at the table.

Hearing someone coming in, the boy fumbled to stand up, his eyes were as beautiful as stars, but they were out of focus.

He turned out to be blind.

Duan Lang couldn't help being taken aback.

Lao Yin noticed Duan Lang's expression, rubbed his hands together, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Brother Duan, this is my son Yin Yang, who was born with eye disease and couldn't see anything. You are laughing at me."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yin Yang who was standing by the table, his eyes flashed with distress.

Duan Lang said with a smile: "Being sick is a very normal thing, so why would I laugh at it?"

Lao Yin smiled gratefully, his eyes were slightly hot, and he made a gesture of invitation, "Brother Duan, sit down quickly, the food will be ready soon."

His son has been unable to see since he was born, because this matter has received ridicule or sympathy from many people in the village.It was the first time he had seen Duan Lang who did not show the slightest abnormality and had such an indifferent attitude.

Duan Lang and Old Yin Qian gave way and sat next to Yin Yang.

Lao Yin went to serve the dishes in the kitchen, and he and Yin Yang were the only ones left in the main room.

Yin Yang fumbled to lift the teapot to pour tea for Duan Lang.

Duan Lang took the pot out of his hand and said with a smile, "I'll do it myself."

Yin Yang's expression was gloomy for a moment, but he soon returned to normal, and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Brother Duan, I have caused you trouble."

Duan Lang smiled and said, "I should be the one to say I'm sorry, and I took the liberty to bother you at your house."

Yin Yang blushed and smiled shyly, as if he didn't know what to say.After a while, he asked eagerly, "Brother Duan, my father said that you came from somewhere else. Did you travel to many places like the swordsman in the storybook? Does it look good outside?"

He was born with eye disease, since he was born, not only has he never left the Yin family town, he has rarely even stepped out of the house.Ever since he heard the old man tell the story of the swordsman, he was very eager to go out and have a look.

But no one in the village knew Jianghu except the old man who could read, so he couldn't help but ask Duan Lang.

Duan Lang paused while drinking tea, looked up at Yin Yang, saw his longing face, smiled and said: "It's okay."

To be honest, Yin Yang has never seen Jiang Hu, and neither has he.After all, he is a suffering person who was tied by Mo Yuan and abused.

wrong!Why did he think of Mo Yuan again?This guy really lingered in his mind.

As expected, the dinner was stewed chicken with mushrooms. It was so delicious that Duan Lang almost swallowed his tongue.

After eating, Duan Lang went back to the house.

The room was restricted by him, and the three little ones couldn't get out, so they lay down in the room and played around.

The phoenix chirps and the treasure hunting mouse makes trouble.Xiao Hei was in charge of following Feng Jiujiu and staring at him eagerly.

Duan Lang couldn't bear to look directly at the little black licking dog, and didn't know how to educate it, so he just sat on the bed and began to meditate.

The aura here is very thin, almost equal to nothing, but a little bit is better than nothing.

In the middle of the night, after realizing that everyone in the village was asleep, Duan Lang opened his eyes, woke up the other three little ones, and said to them: "Go, go to the tree hole and have a look."

Feng Jiujiu rolled her eyes, "Didn't you say that there is nothing? What else are you looking at?"

Duan Lang clicked his tongue, "Then you sleep, I'll take Treasure Mouse and Xiao Hei there."

He always felt that the mirror was weird, and he didn't feel at ease if he didn't go in for a while.

Feng Jiujiu howled in dissatisfaction, and flew to Duan Lang's shoulder with a flutter of wings, "Let's go."

Xiao Hei, who was originally wrapped around Duan Lang's arm, immediately crawled over and wrapped around Feng Jiujiu's paw.

Feng Jiujiu patted it with her paw unhappily, "Stupid, don't pester me."

Xiao Hei felt aggrieved and pulled his head down.

Feng Jiujiu: "..."

At this time, everything is silent, the people in the whole village have fallen asleep, and the moonlight has set, covering it with a layer of silver veil.

Duan Lang quickly came to the crooked willow tree at the entrance of the village, and looked at the hole in the tree with his head.

It is only as big as the body of a treasure hunting mouse. With his physique, if he wants to get in, he has to cut half of his body.

It cannot be cut, and it is impossible to cut it in a lifetime.

Feng Jiujiu flew around the tree, and said mockingly, "Haha, are you dumbfounded? I told you I wouldn't let you come."

Duan Lang felt that this guy was the most annoying bird he had ever met besides Mo Yuan.

He looked around the tree and asked the treasure hunter, "Where is the hole under the tree?"

The treasure hunting mouse jumped to a place about two steps away from the tree, pointed with its paw, "here."

Duan Lang rubbed his hands together, took out the Xingling Sword, and signaled the Treasure Hunting Mouse to get out of the way, then a beam of sword light swung over.

With two bangs, a hole that could hold a person was instantly blasted out of the empty ground.

Feng Jiujiu was speechless, "This is fine!"

Duan Lang snorted, "Why not?"

If there is no hole, just dig it out, and then fill it with soil.

Worried about alarming the people in the village, when Duan Lang blew up the hole, he deliberately placed restrictions on the surrounding area. After the hole was blown up, he didn't untie it.

The original master majored in swordsmanship, and other than that, he only had a superficial understanding of alchemy and weapon formations, otherwise it would be very convenient to get a formation.

With the three little ones, Duan Lang went down from the hole, almost suffocated by the cramped space inside.

He thought that the hole should be very big, but he didn't expect that not only was he half as tall as a man, but he was also very short, so he had to bend over to avoid bumping his head.

Feng Jiujiu looked at Duan Lang's embarrassing appearance, gloated and said: "I just said not to come, if I don't listen to my young master, I will suffer in front of my eyes."

Duan Lang flicked his finger, and a stream of light hit Feng Jiujiu's beak, and said angrily: "You can shut up, you. What can you do, laugh at others and you are number one."

There is really nothing to see in this hole, not to mention the extremely small space, up and down, left and right, except for the mud and the roots of the crooked willow tree.

Duan Lang looked around, and suddenly saw a hole the size of an adult's fist on the wall between the tree roots and the soil.

He asked strangely: "What is it?"

Feng Jiujiu followed his gaze, "I don't know, it might be a hole made by a mouse, or an ugly hole."

When it said the last sentence, it took a special look at Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei was so wronged that he coiled himself into a circle of mosquito coils.

Duan Lang walked over, leaned closer and took a look inside, but it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly.

He took out a light source bead and threw it in, and found that the hole was extremely deep, extending all the way into it, and he didn't know where it went.

It is indeed a bit like the mouse hole that Feng Jiujiu said.

After thinking about it, he took back the light source bead, took out the mirror, and threw it on the ground casually.

"Let's go."

Feng Jiujiu said strangely: "Aren't you going to have a look?"

Duan Lang looked at it again with the eyes of a fool, "Curiosity killed the cat, haven't you heard of it?"

Who knows what's in that hole, what if a beast is dug out and swallows him?

Although there is no aura here, the possibility of a fierce beast is very small, but if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of just in case.

Feng Jiujiu was speechless, "Then what are you doing throwing the mirror here?"

Although I don't know what this mirror is for, it is still a magic weapon with aura, so it would be a pity to throw it away.

Duan Lang was actually debating whether to throw it away, but he always felt that the mirror was weird and he didn't want to keep it.

Before in the realm of delusions, when he probed his consciousness into the mirror, in addition to the strange fluctuations in the space, there was also a strong suction force from the mirror, trying to suck him in.

If Rong Zhi hadn't called him, and he had withdrawn his consciousness in time, he might have been sucked in.

Such a feeling led him to dislike the mirror very much, and the hole in the wall, if one looked carefully, matched the size of the mirror.

Maybe the mirror became a spirit, crawled out from somewhere, and then disguised it as a magic weapon, just to trick the monks into it with their spiritual sense, so that it could be swallowed.

It's a pity that Rong Zhi and Mo Yuan are not here, maybe they will know.

Feng Jiujiu's hair stood on end, and he rushed towards the entrance of the cave like a cannonball, "Then let's go quickly, and you will bury this cave in a while, and bury it tightly."

Its father said that the evil spirits like to devour precious birds like it, so it must be careful.

Duan Lang shook his head speechlessly, and when he returned to the ground, he said to the treasure hunter, "I warn you, don't dig that mirror out again, do you understand?"

Treasure Hunter rolled his eyes, "Okay."

Duan Lang's voice was a little harsh, "If you don't listen, I'll let your master suck you up, understand?"

Treasure Mouse trembled in fright, nodded hastily, "Got it."

Only then was Duan Lang satisfied, and after restoring the ground to its original state with spells, he found soil to fill in the tree holes, and returned to Lao Yin's house satisfied.None of them noticed that after they left, a scarlet light flashed on the surface of the mirror buried in the ground, and then disappeared.At the same time, in the dense forest hundreds of miles away from Yin's Town, Mo Yuan, who was dressed in black, closed his eyes, and his consciousness stretched out densely like a net.When the extension reached Yinjia Town, he slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his black pupils.