Bai Yan picked up the old account book and turned the first page, which was the warehousing registration of a batch of incense materials six years ago. It's just that the bookkeeping on this is very brief, and each incense material only indicates the origin and weight, and there is no person who handles it, and there is no necessary details such as quality distinction.

This is obviously not a regular account book, and this account book has not been used up, only the first few pages are written, more than 20 kinds of incense materials are recorded, and the back is all blank.

He was about to close the cover when a detached album fell out of it and fell to the ground.

He picked it up and looked at it, and there was a sentence written on it: The soul of the mountain can be quenched to conquer the heavens and the earth and destroy the altar.

He frowned slightly, looked at this sentence and was silent for a long time, and put the paper back in the account book.

Mountain Soul!?

Is this account book Bai Guanghan's private possession?

Lu Yu didn't say where this account book came from just now, only that it was something left by Bai Guanghan, but there was no signature on this account book.

He wasn't sure if what Lu Yu said was true, but he was extremely surprised by the mention of mountain spirits. If this account book was really left by Bai Guanghan, then as early as six years ago, Bai Guanghan already knew about the existence of the mountain soul, but why...... Mr. Ann doesn't know anything about it?

On the contrary, the people of southern Xinjiang know the existence of the mountain soul.

Bai Yan thought for a long time, then opened the account book in his hand and looked at the origin of the incense materials on it. They were all very unfamiliar places, but there were still a few place names that he vaguely felt familiar. He then went to the bookshelf, found a few geographical chronicles, searched carefully, and finally determined that those places belonged to southern Xinjiang.

He then checked all the origins mentioned in the account books, and found that fourteen of the sixteen origins involved were in southern Xinjiang, and the other two were on the southern border.

Bai Yan took out the off-page paper alone, then walked out of the study, called his coachman, and handed the account book in his hand to the coachman: "Take a look, is it Bai Guanghan's handwriting?"

The coachman respectfully took it, looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded: "It is indeed Mr. Guanghan's note." ”

Bai Yan asked, "Am you right?"

The coachman handed the account book back: "The little one has been with Mr. Guanghan for more than ten years, and he will not be mistaken. ”

Bai Yan put the account book back into his arms, and the coachman didn't ask anything, and quietly bowed down.

After a while, Bai Yan walked out of the Cloud Hidden Tower.

When he walked to the Fengzhu Palace, An Lan had not come back yet, and Lu Yu was not there, Lu Yuan asked him to wait in the outer hall first, but he went directly to the inner hall.

Lu Yuan stopped him: "Mr. is not here, I can't let anyone in, and I hope that Zhenxiang will understand." ”

Bai Yan didn't say anything, just took out the incense order and faced Lu Yuan.

The incense order has direct access to the inner sanctum.

Lu Yuan paused, took two steps back, and silently stepped out of the way.

Bai Yan walked into An Lan's dormitory and waited inside for nearly an hour, but she hadn't come back yet. Feeling a little tired, he sat down on the long window slump, and after a moment leaned back and closed his eyes for a nap.

It's just that this room is full of her smell, and not long after he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of the scene in the snow just now, that cold and soft hand, like a poisonous ......

The soft, satin-like touch, with the allure of ill intentions, wandered over him.

I don't know how long it took for him to hear footsteps, softly, like feathers, with a wisp of snow.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the face of ice and snow.

When An Lan came back, she was also a little surprised to hear that he was there.

"Sir is back. He looked at her, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "Why did Mr. just now suddenly leave him down?" ”

At this time, he was lying on his side on her couch, and she was standing beside her.

He looked at her expression as she spoke, as if it was a little ambiguous, and it seemed to be a little alienated.

This face, this scene, made her stunned.

Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, she looked at him, Bai Yan couldn't help laughing, and was about to sit up, not wanting him to just move, she suddenly stepped forward and held him: "Don't move!"

Bai Yan's eyes were slightly different, but when she was about to come up, he suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed her, took her to the couch, sat up at the same time, and let her lie on the couch. He pressed her shoulders with one hand, and held her waist with his hand, looking down at her: "This time, it's not Xiangjing." ”

She didn't speak, looked at him for a moment, raised her hand to touch his face, then put her index finger on his lips, slowly slid down his chin, stroked his Adam's apple, and probed into the hem of his shirt little by little.

He moved his throat, and finally took her restless hand with a free hand, pressed it to the side, and then leaned down and kissed it.

His kiss was tentative at first, but as she responded, he kissed deeper and deeper, and ended with almost a little punitive heaviness. She began to breathe poorly, her body writhing under him, and he hurried to end the kiss, watching her gasp heavily, her lower body pressing her tightly, and pressing hard against her.

Her eyes were damp, as if they had been moistened, and they were amazingly bright, and her lips were a little swollen from his wreath, and her chest was heaving violently.

He let go of her and moved aside, and after a long moment it was only then that he smiled lowly and sighed.

She waited until her breathing was smooth before she sat up and looked at his side face: "You're here to get back to the field?"

Bai Yan smiled again and turned his head to look at her: "What field?"

An Lan pursed her lips and didn't speak, at this time her two lips were still slightly swollen and red with blood. His eyes darkened, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "It's a serious matter." ”

An Lan gathered her slightly loose hair, stood up, bypassed the screen, walked to the vanity mirror and sat down: "What's the matter?"

Bai Yan also straightened his clothes, took out the account book and walked to her and handed it to her: "Look at this, is it Bai Guanghan's handwriting?"

An Lan glanced at him from the mirror, then turned around to take it, but after opening the cover, her eyes showed a little surprise, and after a while, she raised her face: "This account book...... Where did you come from?"

Bai Yan asked, "Is it Bai Guanghan's handwriting?"

An Lan nodded: "It's Mr. Guanghan's words, you ...... Where did it come from?"

"Look at this again. Bai Yan didn't answer, and took out the piece of paper that had just fallen off from his sleeve and handed it to her.

An Lan took it, looked at the above sentence, and the surprise in her eyes became a little heavier: "This!?"

Only then did Bai Yan say, "Lu Yu brought it to me." ”

An Lan was slightly stunned and looked at him: "Luyu, when?"

Bai Yan said: "Just now." ”

An Lan didn't continue to ask, lowered her eyes and muttered for a while before she said, "Before she went to Jiangnan, I asked her to clean up some old things, and this booklet may have been hidden in it and found by her." ”

So, Lu Yu quietly put it away at that time, but why did she give it to Bai Yan today? )