"Strangely, there is no breath of the Black Wind."

Zuo Meng did not hide at all, and he fell to the highest building in Black Wind Castle in a righteous and open manner. With his current cultivation level, several disciples of Black Wind were no match for the boatman and that woman would not be his one-to-one enemy. On the entire mountain, he was fearless except for Black Wind.

"During the day, I clearly watched him go up the mountain, and no one went down after that."

Zuo Meng felt more and more that Venerable Black Wind was not simple. After obtaining the rules, he increased his internal strength by two hundred years. As long as someone went down the mountain, he could sense it. But the key problem was that such a big man disappeared out of thin air, which calmed down Zuo Meng's just expanded mentality.

This world is not simple either.

"Go to the house first."

After turning over, Zuo Meng fell into a room on the upper floor of the Black Wind Fort. During the day, the boatman returned to report here, which means that this should be the residence of the Black Wind.

After sneaking into the house, Zuo Meng looked around and found that the room was very quiet. The wooden floor was covered with fine dust. There were several bookshelves in front, with bundles of books on it, and some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls around. There were a few futons and beds farther away, which looked very ordinary and there were nothing abnormal.

"It's not normal. The house is empty and doesn't look like it's inhabited."

Thinking back to the venerable who took him up the mountain before, Zuo Meng felt something was wrong.

"Ordinary copybook?"

Zuo Meng picked up a roll of bamboo slips and looked through them. He found that it was just the most ordinary copybook.

Putting down the bamboo slips, Zuo Meng went back and walked around again. In the wing room behind, he found some scattered bamboo sticks and a few strange puppets. Zuo Meng checked the puppets and found no abnormalities. Without finding clues, Zuo Meng returned to the original room and looked at the ink paintings hanging on the wall.

The painting is very ordinary, not a work by a famous artist, but probably it was painted by Venerable Black Wind himself.

The content includes landscapes, flowers, plants, trees, animals, fish and shrimps. What surprised Zuo Meng the most was that there were some figure paintings hanging in the room. These figure paintings were all weird, without a single frontal look, and all the portraits were backs, as if they were looking into the distance. Judging from their clothing and hairstyles, these people were old, young, monks and Taoists.

Zuo Meng looked at several pairs carefully, but he didn't notice the abnormality, but he just felt it was a little strange.

Um?

When I saw the third painting by the window, Zuo Meng paused his hand and then gently lifted it up, and found that the back of the painting was actually empty.

"stairs?"

When Zuo Meng opened the painting, he found that there was a staircase behind him, an upward step. But it was clearly the top floor. Zuo Meng had dived into the roof before. If there was a layer above, where would it lead? If it were Zuo Meng, he would definitely retreat, but now he has been able to improve his skills for two hundred years, and even if he meets the Black Wind Venerable, he is not afraid, so he only paused for a moment and then walked up.

The moment I stepped on the stairs, the world suddenly became quiet, and a strange feeling came to my heart.

People are like walking out of the world.

It was a little scary. Even though my feet were stepping on the stairs, there was no sound coming out.

"There is no law of sound?"

In terms of familiarity with the laws, Zuo Meng surpassed everyone in this world. In just one step, Zuo Meng noticed the missing laws here.

"Not only sound, but other missing things. Is this the power that the venerable Black Wind truly mastered?"

The loophole of the law!

At first, Zuo Meng guessed what the so-called three great masters were, the explorer of the loopholes in the law or the remnants of the power of the last era. At present, this human master should be the explorer of the loopholes in the law. If nothing unexpected happens, the power mastered by the human master should be related to the sound. The missing law here is the extraordinary power mastered by this person.

There are twenty-one steps in total, and Zuo Meng walked to the top step by step.

This is a pavilion.

After Zuo Meng walked up, he still didn't see anyone.

This place is simpler than the room below, and there is no place to sit, only a table and a mirror. Zuo Meng originally planned to walk over and take a closer look at these two things, but he was forced to stop as soon as he moved.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

"Mirror!?"

Zuo Meng sensed the source of danger at a glance. He stared at the mirror in the middle of the room and found that there was a person standing in the bronze mirror that looked a little blurry. The man was looking at him, with a strange expression. Zuo Meng did not move forward anymore. His intuition told him that as long as he went further, something would touch, and then the "people" in the mirror could come out. Once the "people" came out, it would definitely bring him a fatal danger.

"What exactly is it, why does it feel like this?"

Zuo Meng has had internal strength for two hundred years. Even if he is not a venerable opponent, he can fight for more than a hundred times, and he will be in a state of retreat without any pressure. However, after reaching this level, he discovered that there is a higher level of power in the world. The existence in the mirror is the representative of this power. Venerable Black Wind should be the legend of the Venerable who has realized the power on the mirror.

"The law still needs to be deepened, and we must find a way to analyze this power."

"The dream world still needs to be deduced."

Zuo Meng took a deep breath and suppressed the fluctuating emotions. His current strength was not enough to comprehend the secret of the mirror, so he decisively restrained his inner greed and did not look at the mirror again, but retreated along the same path.

After going downstairs, Zuo Meng returned to the house.

There was still no one inside. This time Zuo Meng did not search everywhere, but opened the window, turned over and flew out, and several ups and downs disappeared into the darkness.

Not long after Zuo Meng disappeared, he entered the secret room before.

The bronze mirror trembled strangely, and then a pale palm stretched out from the mirror. The moment the palm pressed on the ground, the black gas instantly spread. The wooden table that originally supported the mirror was directly corroded into ashes, like sand, dissipated. In the thick black fog, a figure walked out of the mirror.

"I actually restrained my inner greed. I deserve to be the one who killed me, and I don't want to accept him as my disciple."

The hoarse voice echoed in the secret room without sound laws, strange and inexplicable.

The figure walked through the stairs and appeared in the room where Zuo Meng first entered.

After leaving the secret room, the black mist on the figure slowly dissipated, and when it completely disappeared, it revealed his original appearance.

This person is the owner of Black Wind Castle - Man respects Black Wind!

"Calculate the time. It's almost time for the disciples I've taken in this time. If nothing unexpected happens, there should be a few more paintings here in a while." The Black Wind Master walked to the window, looked at the dark night view outside, and said to himself.

"You said yes? Dao Zuo."

As the sound fell, a puppet walked out of the wing next to it.
Chapter completed!