To be able to see the little girl here today, and to hear her talk about her old friend, is also a wish of mine. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info In his life, he has never cared about anyone, but Gu Zhenren is an exception.

Now I heard that her soul has returned to heaven, and I will follow her. It's just that the little girl in front of her is a little interesting, since she is the person who is favored by her old friend, it is better to help this little girl herself, and she may be able to become a strong talent in the fertile land in the future.

The middle-aged man beckoned and shouted, "Little girl, come here, these jade slips, you don't have to finish reading them all!"

Although I don't know what she means, Qingli can feel it, she has no malicious intent, she stepped forward, picked up the jade slip and looked at it, although the words on it are obscure, but Qingli's unforgettable memory will benefit her.

There are five volumes of Jade Jane, and after a while, Qingli finished reading them all. The middle-aged man glanced at her and said, "Remember?"

Qingli nodded and agreed. The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Do you know what is written on this?"

Qingli shook his head and said, "I don't know about my late life, and I forgot the teachings of my predecessors!"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "This jade brief is the second to sixth volumes of the twelve volumes of the Book of Heaven, you have to keep it in mind!"

Qing Li responded, and said with some doubts: "I remember it, but I don't understand the meaning of it!"

The middle-aged man said: "It's okay, when the time comes, you will naturally understand! Also, remember, don't rush to success, otherwise, you may go crazy!"

Qing Li kept his words in mind, it seems that this middle-aged man is really a good person, he actually passed on the golden book and jade seal that everyone wanted to get to himself. However, the twelve volumes of the Book of Heaven are now scattered in all directions, and it is even more difficult to find them than to ascend to the sky.

After a long silence, the middle-aged man broke the silence and said, "Little girl, do you know what the hundred-foot rod in your hand is?"

Qingli shook his head, not to mention that he didn't know, even many knowledgeable people didn't know what it was.

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "This is the Flame Divine Weapon used by the ancient real people back then, and now that it is in your hands, you must make good use of it, you know?"

As soon as he heard this, Qingli was a little stunned, could it be that the old man he saw under the cliff of Wumeng Mountain was her? Sui Gu Zhenren was a hero of Taihua Mountain, and he often heard people in his division talk about him, but why did no one know about the magic weapons used by Sui Gu Zhenren?

In the dark, all this seems to be doomed, he got the Biluo Immortal Sword, and met the ancient predecessors at the foot of the Wumeng Mountain.

But he is just an ordinary person, there are so many elite disciples in Taihua Mountain, why did Gu Zhenren want to pass on the Flame Divine Weapon to himself, instead of entrusting himself to return it to Taihua Mountain?

Since this middle-aged man knows Sui Gu Zhenren, he is definitely not an ordinary person, so who is he? Qingli was about to ask him, but the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, anyway, I'm about to leave soon, and after staying in this waterless secret room for so long, there's nothing to be nostalgic for! I'm going to go with my old friend, maybe she's waiting for me somewhere in the reincarnation!"

From this, it sounds like he should be a close friend of Suigu Zhenren, but he has never heard of who Suigu Zhenren is particularly close to. However, the reputation of Sui Gu Zhenren is so loud, he should know a lot of people.

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man moved with both hands, and two energetic qi surged out, hitting Qingli's chest hard. Qing Li only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he felt very comfortable, and the breath in his body seemed to be condensed, all fused together, and he traveled all over his body, which was a hearty feeling that he had never felt before.

Between the hairs, wisps of black air rise, and dirt is constantly oozing from the skin. Qingli realized that he was helping himself, and he used to feel inexplicably uncomfortable, but now he is much better.

"Alright, you go outside, wash your body, I have something to tell you later!" said the middle-aged man.

Qingli went to the secret room to wash the dust according to what he said, and when he returned to the waterless secret room again, the middle-aged man stood there, smiled slightly, and said, "Little girl, take off all your clothes."

Hearing this, Qingli was a little puzzled, scratched his head and asked, "Why?"

"Just do as I say!" replied the middle-aged man very seriously.

"This ...... I ......" Qingli was a little at a loss, what did he want to do, why did he take off his clothes by himself?

The middle-aged man saw her squirming and squirmed, and said solemnly: "What, do you still have any concerns?"

Without saying a word, the middle-aged man forcibly instigated mana and stripped off all the clothes on Qingli's body, and he himself retreated.

"Big ...... Uncle...... What are you going to do?" asked Qing Centrifugal with some trepidation.

The middle-aged man didn't look at her, and said, "Close your eyes, don't think crookedly, I'm just teaching you the secret skills of the Kongsang Sect, and I won't do anything to you!"

"But......" She wanted to say more, but she didn't say anything, is there such a way to teach secret techniques?, but maybe he thinks too much, as he said, he doesn't do anything about himself, but it always feels strange to let himself appear naked in front of others.

The true and strong internal force, the mental formula of the Fantasy Technique, under the action of powerful mental power, constantly teleported from the middle-aged man to Qingli's body.

The streamer enveloped them, and Qingli's thoughts drifted to a very clear place.

A moment later, the middle-aged man's body shook and fell on Qingli's body. Seeing that his eyes were slightly closed, but the corners of his mouth showed a shallow smile, Qingli shouted loudly: "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

His voice was never heard again, and his smile was never seen again. At this moment, there was silence in the waterless secret room, and the illusion of the middle-aged man began to evaporate rapidly, and in an instant, it dissipated without a trace.

The middle-aged man is gone, maybe it's really as he said, he went to find his old friend in reincarnation.

It's over, he's gone, and he's never going to come back, so how can he get out? Qingli stretched out his hand and scratched his head, just while he was still there, he didn't have time to ask him, it was too late now.

Qingli picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on his body, and tidied them up.

There was nothing left in the waterless secret room except for the stone table and wooden box.

What the hell is this place, and how can I get out?

The hundred-foot pole was still glowing with a dignified blue light, illuminating the cave brightly, and she looked at the four walls of the secret room, thinking that there must be a place to go out, but she didn't know where the mechanism was.