Tu Yuan's heart moved slightly, but he didn't show his face.

When he looked back, many disciples of Qingmei Mountain behind him were also looking at him, and several of them were calm and breathing

Their eyes were complicated, and Tu Yuan saw that there was both hatred and a hint of dodging in their eyes.

Tu Yuan's gaze didn't linger on them for long, for him, the Nine Layers of the Yuan Shen was just a wishful thing, and only the heavens and men could sit and talk in front of him.

His gaze swept across the branches and leaves of the trees in the mountains, and in his eyes it was a sword, and the sharp tips of the leaves, although verdant, were full of sword intent.

Every leaf and grass here can be turned into a sword, and this Qingmei Mountain is a huge sword mountain.

The old man took Tu Yuan in front of him and entered the Scripture Pavilion.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is built in the mountain, and now there are stone walls on the side, and there are all kinds of sword patterns on the stone walls, and all kinds of flying swords take off, even Tu Yuan feels that the sword qi is vertical and horizontal in it.

Until you enter a huge place, where there are bookshelves full of books.

And the old man took out a book with a thick black and gold cover.

In and out of the heavy, this book is equivalent to a magic weapon.

Tu Yuan was already able to understand the words on this land, the records of the Qingmei Mountain Sect were very detailed, Tu Yuan browsed quickly, and then flipped through them, turning to the place where they were recorded five hundred years ago.

There was a blank space, where it looked like there should be words, but it was already blank.

The fonts in this book are all sword intent forests, but these blank pieces of paper are really blank sheets.

Tu Yuan closed his eyes and reached out to slowly stroke the blank paper.

In his thoughts, it was as if he saw a hand that seemed to be nothing, caressing it gently, and then the words on it disappeared.

It was a hand that could erase all dharma.

looming, Tu Yuan was not sure, and he didn't know if the other party deliberately let him see that hand.

The old man looked at the pages that had turned into white paper, but lowered his head, he seemed to know it for a long time.

"You know it's just a blank slate. Tu Yuan asked.

The old man bowed his head and said no: "There are very few records of that incident five hundred years ago. ”

"There are very few records, that is, there are still some sects that can be recorded?" Tu Yuan asked.

"Perhaps, there will be some families with a 10,000-year-old inheritance, maybe there will be some royal families, but Qingmei Mountain does not. The old man said.

Tu Yuan walked around the Scripture Pavilion with his hands behind his back, and he just seemed to peek at that terrible hand.

That hand plucked the yin and yang, cutting off time.

"Why did you send people to guard the Shangqing Temple?" Tu Yuan asked suddenly.

The old man bowed his face, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes, but soon panic piled up on his face.

When he looked up at Tu Yuan, Tu Yuan's serious eyes made him even more frightened.

"What did you think of?" Tu Yuan asked.

"I, I, don't know anything?"

"Don't you want Qingmei Mountain to be safe?" Tu Yuan asked coldly.

"I, I. The old man seemed to have thought of something, and he was very afraid of Tu Yuan.

"You, you, I know, you, you did. Horror suddenly appeared in the old man's eyes, his gaze seemed to pass through Tu Yuan, looking at the void behind Tu Yuan, and it seemed that there was nothing.

Tu Yuan frowned, looked back in shock, and saw nothing.

When he turned back again, the old man who had been standing in front of him was dead and unconscious, and fell to the ground. The moment he fell to the ground, his whole body shattered into a cloud of dust.

Tu Yuan turned his head again, looked at the void, and looked at the entire Scripture Pavilion.

But he didn't see anything, and even just now, he only felt as if there was a hint of a breeze.

In his perception just now, the heaven and earth were a pool of autumn water that suddenly slightened, but soon calmed down again.

But this man really died in front of him.

……

The people of Qingmei Mountain waited for a long time, and they didn't see the Great Elder come out, and finally someone couldn't help but enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and then didn't see anything, not only the murderer who broke Qingmei Mountain was gone, but even the Great Elder disappeared, but soon someone was sure that the Great Elder was dead.

He was beaten to ashes by the murderer.

……

"Have you heard, the blue eyebrows are broken. ”

"What, the blue eyebrows are broken?"

"The mountain gate was broken by the fierce demons outside the sky, and Qingmei Peak collapsed. ”

"I heard that even the Qingmei Ancestor died in battle. ”

"Nonsense, I heard that the Qingmei Ancestor was only seriously injured. ”

"However, the Great Elder of Qingmei Mountain was beaten to ashes, and the second uncle of a friend of mine was an inner disciple of Qingmei Mountain, and he saw it with his own eyes. ”

……

Tong Meiyu was following her mother to pick blue cinders, and she was carrying a silver cloth bag, and the head of a small dragon poked out of the cloth bag.

But it had just poked its head out when it was pressed back into the bag by a small hand.

"You can't come out, your body is still weak and you can't blow the wind. Miyu shoved the little fire dragon's head back into the silver silk bag and admonished.

The beauty of the Tong family is the first in the world, and its beauty comes mostly from the flowers, the Tong family feeds on flowers and fruits, and sells a lot of flowers every year, or makes tea, or makes wine of flowers and fruits.

The blue cinnacle picked by Tongmei pomelo can be made into tea, and Tongmei's mother has a very good tea-making skill.

"Meiyu, go faster, when the sunflower is in full bloom, the blue flower will be gone. ”

Kirimi Yuzu hurried a few steps quickly, and she was also carrying a lantern in her hand, and among the lanterns were fireflies, each of which glowed with transparent green light.

In the mist, Kirami Yuzu wears a small cape, and under the cloak is a small silver bag.

Her mother, carrying a larger lantern in her hand, walked through the mist.

After a while, they turned and walked up a hill. At this time, on this hillside, there are clusters of blue flowers, the flowers grow on the blue thorns, and the small blue flowers emit light in the mist.

"The blue ash only blooms for an hour, we need to hurry. Yun Niang said, she was already picking as she spoke.

Tong Meiyu has followed her mother to learn the craft of making tea, of course, she has to pick it, but the little fire dragon in the silver wire bag always pokes her head out, and Tong Meiyu little girl no matter what she is doing, she is very concerned about her silver silk bag, as soon as the little fire dragon poked her head out, she pressed it back.

In the blink of an eye, the clouds passed in an hour, and a golden vine not far away grew rapidly, climbed the big tree, and bloomed one after another huge sunflowers.

The light emitted by the sunflower dispelled the mist, and the blue ash quickly disappeared under the light of the sunflower.