The resentment that recorded Zhuxing's long cry was gradually extinguished in front of Ling Xuanluo's eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info What kind of secrets have happened to his uncle, has begun to surface little by little. But there are many doubts in this, and his mind is chaotic and abnormal, and it is really difficult to sort it out at once.

"Uncle Shi, what kind of experience did you have in Yunnan? Why did you have to go through Yunqing to meet me? Are these all the ideas that the Lancang God gave you? What important information have you collected for the Immortal Clan? How can I ask you for the information?"

He had forgotten that he was being watched by the three Gu Carving Beasts, lying on his back in despair, crying and beating his chest, and couldn't help complaining to himself: "It turns out that you are really crazy, Xuanluo is wrong to blame you! No, I want to go to you to ask clearly, I can't just watch you die of old age without knowing it, but I can't do anything!"

Having made up his mind, he rolled over and got up from the ground, said goodbye to the three Gu Eagle Beasts, and saw that they were all submerged in the Falling Thoughts Valley, and hurried to the Hall of Solitude. He was walking halfway when he saw a herald and ran towards him in a panic.

"Lingshuai, it's not good!" the herald ran towards him, sweating profusely.

"What's the matter!" Ling Xuanluo had a premonition that something big was happening, and he "chuckled" in his heart.

The herald knelt down and said, "Yu Lingshuai, the immortals and immortals who evacuated Jiluo Mountain were discovered by the demon soldiers halfway and intercepted. The Jiangnan Military Division didn't have time to inform you, so he took two thousand spirit boy soldiers alone and rode the Mangtou Eagle to support General Zhenshan!"

"What? how could this be!" he stomped his foot in a hurry when he heard this, pulled out the Jiaoqiu sword from his waist, threw it into the air, and quickly stepped on the sword. The herald had not finished his sentence, but he was chasing after him, but he could no longer hear it.

Besides, Jiang Nanjun, that day in the Luoyin Palace, he tried his best to persuade a group of immortals to evacuate, and when they finally all nodded and went back to pack up in tears, he said goodbye to Ling Xuanluo and the generals and returned to the Hall of Solitude.

As soon as I entered the backyard, I saw Zhuxing sitting alone in the shade of a tree in a mournful manner. He was accustomed to his strange quietness, so he was not surprised, but walked casually over and spoke to him.

Since Zhuxing returned to Jiluo Mountain and was sent to the Hall of Solitude, his temperament has changed greatly. He swept away the joyful childishness of the past, and his gestures revealed the twilight of the old man.

For a few days in a row, Jiang Nanjun has been quietly observing him, and secretly wondering what kind of truth is hidden behind his stupidity.

He had many questions that he hoped would be answered through this observation, such as where he had gone since leaving the Netherworld, and what had happened to cause him to become what he was.

Although he didn't get any big gains from observing all the way, he discovered a quirk of Zhuxing: as long as he saw someone, he was silent. But when there was no one around, he would take a branch or a paintbrush, grab something that could be used as a drawing board, and scribble.

After discovering that Zhuxing had this hobby, Jiang Nanjun was secretly happy. He never deliberately disturbed him, just prepared a stack of drawing paper, pretended to be inadvertent, and placed it within his reach. He painted, and he quietly walked up to him and watched without a word.

At the beginning, as long as Jiang Nanjun appeared next to him, Zhuxing did not move. After a long time, Jiang Nanjun tried to praise his paintings, and encouraged him to continue, which made him very happy, and gradually, he no longer rejected this kind person.

After Zhu Xing finished painting, he never collected it, but directly discarded the painting paper on the ground, and ignored these painted things.

(To be continued.) )