Stuart and Preston are missing again, and the priest is missing.

Song Yuan sat cross-legged on the mat of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, looking at the neatly arranged thread-bound ancient books on the bookshelf, completely dumbfounded.

There will always be a martial arts dream in everyone's heart, dreaming that one day he will be as happy as those drunken heroes in martial arts novels, Song Yuan is of course no exception, he still remembers that when he was in high school, he dreamed of a hero wearing a night suit and covering his face to pass on his skills, and just when the transmission was about to be completed, reality gave him a ruthless blackboard eraser.

In the disdainful gaze of the head teacher and the ridicule of the surrounding classmates, Song Yuan listened to the lesson that day by squatting outside the classroom with his head on his head and his desk.

After seeing Inas's vigorous figure in the bomb shelter, this daydream abandoned by Song Yuan in the corner suddenly revived, so that as soon as he got up from the bed, he rushed to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

However, this scripture pavilion does not have the martial arts secrets that countless people dream of like in the movie.

Judging from the catalogue search posted on the bookcase, there are nearly 1,000 volumes of ancient books in this scripture pavilion. And among these nearly 1,000 volumes of ancient books, except for dozens of Sanskrit scriptures that Song Yuan couldn't understand at all and some records about Long Yuan, all the other ancient books can be summarized as one, the Qianlong Imperial Commentary.

Song Yuan felt that he had probably entered Qianlong's study, and opened an ancient book casually, and the header and footer were full of the imperial comments of this Qianlong classmate who loved to send barrages, and there were even a few limerick poems attached in some blank spaces......

"What are you doing here early in the morning?" Inas's voice came from outside the pavilion.

Song Yuan turned his head and was slightly stunned, "You are dressed like a nun in a nunnery." ”

Inas's original clothes were torn out a lot of holes by the claws of the red ghost worm corpse in the bomb shelter, so she found a blue and black magnolia robe in the layman forest and put it on her body, but obviously this robe did not fit, so Inas found a belt to tie around her waist.

"Are you trying to find clues about the burial place of the gods from Long Yuan's records?" Inas asked, glancing at the "Strange Chronicles of Long Yuan" in Song Yuan's hand.

"I originally wanted to come here to see if there are any martial arts cheats that can be practiced quickly...... Song Yuan scratched his head and explained a little embarrassed, "But it seems that there is no martial arts cheats here, and there are a lot of chic hobbies of an unscrupulous emperor." ”

Inas kicked Song Yuan angrily, why didn't this guy do anything serious?

"Remember when I told you that the Huguang Guild Hall is one of your liaison stations in Longyuan?" Inas leaned against the bookshelf, her hands in her arms.

"I suddenly have a stomachache......" Song Yuan hurriedly waved his hand.

Just kidding, the last time I went out with Inas, I was pitted into the bomb shelter by Zhou Jinyu, if it weren't for the Zen master Pudu's desperate life, it is estimated that he would have become a meal on the plate of those red ghost wormed corpses by now, who knows if there will be more dangerous traps waiting for him to jump down?

Song Yuan didn't want to suffer such a fright again.

"Pick up your rabbit guts!" Inas grabbed Song Yuan's collar, "You're a man!

"Do you think I look like a big husband?" Song Yuan pointed to his face and said miserably, "The rich and the rich can't be lewd, the poor and the lowly can't be moved, and the mighty can't be bent, which of these three standards for a manly husband do you think I meet?"

"Are you going or not going?" Inas waved her fist and threatened, as long as Song Yuan didn't agree, he would be beaten fatly.

"Can't I go with you!" Song Yuan broke free of Inas's hand, straightened his clothes and raised his hands in surrender, "But let's just say that we are not allowed to talk to anyone this time, even if others talk to us, we are not allowed to pay attention, and we are not allowed to go to the snack street......"

Inas ignored Song Yuan, turned around and left.

"Okay, say hello to Zen Master Pudu and then go......" Song Yuan hurriedly chased after him.

At the corner of the Scripture Pavilion behind him, Zen Master Pudu paced out, not knowing what he was thinking.

Out of the courtyard wall of Fuyou Temple, Song Yuan stopped Inas, "I think it's necessary to think about it again, we're penniless now, are you going to walk over?"

Inas stopped in front of the container at the entrance of Fuyou Temple and took out the remote control, the container slowly opened, and the glossy black off-road vehicle was exposed in front of Song Yuan, "Raptor Special Edition F750-S1, I asked for the car keys from Stuart." ”

"Mom, if we drive this thing on the street, we will be treated as terrorists......" Song Yuan couldn't cry or laugh, Preston drove this car when he picked him up, but he remembered very well what was in this car.

"Stuart has removed the weapons system inside, so the car is just a scooter. Inas shrugged and threw the key to Song Yuan, and sat in the passenger seat.

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, Inas obviously meant to let Song Yuan drive, this Song Yuan didn't know anything about driving, he could only passively sit in the car, hold the steering wheel, and remain motionless.

After a long time, Song Yuan took a deep breath, "When you say it, do you step on the accelerator first or hang the gear first......

The on-board display lights up with a blue light, "Welcome to the Raptor F350-S1, identity confirmation...... The identity has been confirmed, Song Yuan, a member of the Hidden Mist, and the permissions are unlocked...... Reminder, since the system did not detect that Song Yuan had a driver's license, the system was simulating data to plan the route......"

In between the systematic route planning, a "Motor Vehicle Driving Guide" was posted on the display, which introduced how to drive the Raptor and related precautions.

"Is it so intimate?" Song Yuan was stunned, this feeling is like when you are hungry, someone will bring a hot meal to your mouth, and when you are sleepy, someone will bring you a pillow and blanket and remind you to be careful of catching a cold when the weather is cold.

Song Yuan twisted the key, and there was a rumbling sound from the engine, like a tiger looking at its prey, ready to attack.

"Haven't you learned to drive?" asked Inas.

"I've learned a little, but it's the first time I've driven this kind of car. ”

Song Yuan had learned some driving skills under the guidance of the priest, but this was only limited to him driving the Jetta in his unknown number of hands around the playground of the school in front of the building.

Inas silently twisted her head out the window, her face expressionless.

"The route planning is complete, please drive according to the current road, and the car navigation is always at your service. ”

Song Yuan looked left and right, slowly started the Raptor and drove out of the container, and followed the navigation onto the road.

In this era, the Raptor driven by Song Yuan is definitely the most conspicuous presence on the road, especially since this Raptor is still driving in the slow lane on the far right of the road.

A mountain motocross bike flew in front of Song Yuan, slowing down not far from him, and Song Yuan saw the person on the motorcycle extend his thumb and then point down.

Faced with the ridicule of the motorcycle owner in front of him, Song Yuan chose to ignore it.

Although he had an unruly wild horse in his heart throwing joy everywhere, he kept the speed of the car and drove slowly out of reason.

"I suddenly felt like it was a very wrong decision to let you drive......" Inas covered her face.

"There are thousands of roads, and safety is the first...... We're at least a lot faster than our bikes......" Song Yuan held the steering wheel tightly, nervous as hell as he had driven on the road for the first time.

Although the process was a little difficult, Song Yuan still parked the raptor in front of the Huguang Guild Hall.

It used to be mainly used to entertain people from the two lakes to enter Beijing to participate in the examination, but it was gradually changed into a museum.

However, this is not a tourist attraction, there are no people in it at all.

Song Yuan and Inas walked into the Huguang Guild Hall, and a woman about thirty years old came out of the side door with a tired face, she held up a smile and said apologetically: "But meaning, the Huguang Guild Hall has not accepted tourists for the time being these days. ”

"We're not tourists," Inas nodded, and said inexplicably, "The dragon is in the abyss." ”

The woman obviously paused for a moment, and then replied, "Tengbi Nine Days...... Who are you?"

"Inas, Hidden Mist. Inas looked at the woman word by word, "We couldn't contact Lu Ye, so we came over." ”

"My name is Lian Qiulan, come here. Lian Qiulan introduced herself and beckoned Inas and Song Yuan into the side room.

There was a single bed in the small room of the side room, and on the opposite side of the single bed was a whiteboard, on which a series of formulas and numbers were densely written with a black whiteboard marker, Lian Qiulan cleaned up the messy tabletop and pointed to the single bed, "I have a little simplicity here, and there is no bench, you just sit on the bed." ”

"Can you get in touch with Lu Ye?" Inas went straight to the point.

Lian Qiulan shook her head and smiled bitterly, "A few days ago, I followed them to the Shixia Forest Scenic Area and found the entrance to the suspected ruins, and they haven't contacted me since they went down, so I guess they should still be in the underground ruins of the Shixia Forest now." ”

"Why don't you contact the others in Longyuan," Inas asked with a frown, "Your leader in Longyuan, Zen Master Pudu, lives in Fuyou Temple, why don't you contact him if something happens?"

"Zen Master Pudu?" Lian Qiulan's tone was full of doubts, "Isn't the leader of our Longyuan Lu Ye?"

Inas and Song Yuan were stunned at the same time.

"You really don't know?" Song Yuan couldn't help but ask, it seemed that Long Yuan was really in decline, and the members of his own organization didn't even know who the leader of the organization was.

"How would I know, it's only been ......three months since I joined Long Yuan," Lian Qiulan suddenly remembered something, "I remember that Song Tianlin of your Hidden Mist seemed to mention this name a few days ago, and Brother Lu didn't tell me about it, so I didn't care about it......"