It's night.

Lu Wu hastily had dinner, and returned to his bedroom alone under the complicated eyes of everyone.

He sat at the desk in a daze, looking dazed, and for a moment he was frozen there, not knowing what he was thinking.

Liu Yunli left at noon, and it was only later that he learned that the middle-aged scribe he had seen in the family clan was the guide of an unknowable place in this earthly world.

As for the specific content, he didn't know, but he knew that the mountain gate was definitely stronger than the sect where Liu Zhan was located.

In this way, he felt relieved and satisfied for Liu Yunli from the bottom of his heart.

Finally, Liu Yunli also touched an unknown place with her peerless talent, and was personally led away by the guide.

But even so, Lu Wu's heart was still a little inexplicably emotional, and he only felt that this sudden departure had made his heart unprecedentedly blank.

Lu Wu originally had a lot of words that he wanted to tell Liu Yunli, but when it came to the end, he just said a cherished sentence, and now that he thinks about it, some words are like a fish in his throat at the moment, and he is really uncomfortable.

At dinner today, Zhou Fu and the others were all aware of Lu Wu's emotional abnormality, but they all had a tacit understanding and did not say much.

Even at this moment, no one came to disturb Lu Wu, only Lu Wu stayed quietly in the bedroom.

Lu Wu sighed, slowly got up and walked to the side of the bed, relaxed his body and fell on the bed, his heart was inexplicably difficult, tossing and turning, and finally sat up, closed his eyes and vomited.

Time flows quietly, passing by the flickering candle flames.

After the time of a stick of incense passed, Lu Wu opened his eyes, picked up the spear from the side, walked to the courtyard, and practiced the "Four Seas Returning to the Yuan Gun" alone.

Today, he practiced this martial art again, but for some reason he couldn't calm down, and the guns were scattered and disorganized.

Lu Wu's mind was disturbed, and the shadow of the gun in his hand was also muddy and watery, and it was no longer as good as yesterday.

Lu Wu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced his thoughts to devote himself to this marksmanship drill, but the more he was like this, the more clear Liu Yunli's delicate and lovely appearance became in his memory.

All kinds of the past came like a tide, and the girl's voice and appearance continued to linger in his mind, and Lu Wu remembered the hesitation of the girl when she left today, as if hoping that he could say something.

At the last moment, I finally resisted the impulse in my heart.

But he only said goodbye.

Thinking of this, Lu Wu suddenly felt upset, and the gun in his hand suddenly became chaotic for a moment, and the qi and blood around his body were also suddenly chaotic.

Burst!

Lu Wu suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and his aura around him was chaotic.

In just a moment, he was actually distracted and disrupted his internal breath, causing the qi and blood in his body to go retrograde and his internal organs to be turbulent.

He closed his eyes slightly and breathed for a moment, then took a deep breath and mocked his face.

Martial arts practice requires gods and forms, but today it is a taboo in practice!

It seems that tonight, I'm afraid that this "Four Seas Return to the Yuan Robber" will not be able to be practiced.

The young man drooped his head and dragged the spear back to the bedroom, revealing a deep loneliness and loneliness in his back.

on the other side of the side chamber.

Zhou Fu leaned against the wall, looking at the young man's actions in the courtyard outside the door through the window, and sighed slightly.

From ancient times to the present, the word love has plagued countless boys and girls, and a group of people have been worried about it.

Lu Wu may be a fan of the authorities, and he can't face his own heart very intuitively, but he has seen it very clearly as a bystander over the years.

The old man gently lowered the curtains, sighed deeply, and only said "idiot".

Relax in the corridor on the other side.

Li Ling leaned on the window under the eaves, gently holding his chin with both hands, his eyebrows slightly pursed, looking at the departing Lu Wu, his face full of distress.

For some reason, she saw the helplessness and worries that she had never seen in the past from the body of these four young masters today, but it made her heart feel slightly painful.

It seems that he is sad for this approachable and modest son, and it seems that he is secretly playing tricks in some inexplicable mood.

The girl also sighed slightly, looked deeply at Lu Wu's bedroom, her expression moved, and she wanted to walk over and say something, but after several hesitations, she finally didn't take a step.

......

Lu Wu walked into the bedroom, stood the spear in his hand aside, and looked at the desk aimlessly.

He looked at the paperweight on the desk, which was the "Daozang" brought out from the Scripture Pavilion that day.

Lu Wu took it casually, and he was bored and contemplated.

Since he got this "Daozang" in his hands, he hasn't started to investigate yet, but under this investigation, Lu Wu suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise.

In his own perception, there is no strangeness in this "Daozang", and there is no longer even the atmosphere in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that day, just lying quietly in Lu Wu's hands, like an ordinary paperweight.

Lu Wu frowned slightly, thought about it carefully, and then put this "Daozang" on his knees, sat cross-legged, his eyes drooped slightly, and his mind instantly sank into the sea of dantian qi.

His mind moved, and he used the power of qi and blood to secretly attract the sword light hidden in his abdomen, merge it into his left finger, and then gently touch the surface of the "Dao Zang".

Wow –

A glimmer of light suddenly rippled from the surface of the paperweight for a moment, but it dimmed for an instant, still failing to show the slightest strangeness.

Lu Wu's face froze, and he had no choice at all.

I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to practice "Returning to the Yuan from the Four Seas" today, and I thought that the artistic conception martial arts "Daozang" that I had worked hard to get would be my reliance for a long time in the future, but I didn't even find the trick to open the inheritance.

Lu Wu completely lost his temper at this time, and put the paperweight back, feeling depressed.

He looked at the rice paper on the table and the brush on the side of the table, but suddenly his mind moved.

Lu Wu silently stepped forward, picked up an ink strip and gently grinded it, soaked the brush, absorbed the ink on the inkstone on the side, and pressed the "Daozang" as a paperweight on the rice paper, and the tip of the pen gently fell on the surface of the rice paper, pulling out a black ink mark.

What he did was not copying the "Secret Record of the Void", but making the first painting in his life.

The tip of the pen is lightly hooked, and there are familiar lines jumping on the paper.

Although Lu Wu is not a veteran of painting like Wang Zhi'an, according to what he thinks, he is still trying his best to outline those graceful and moving lines.

Lu Wu frowned, carefully recalling the green shadow that lingered in his heart tonight, and tried his best to restore the emotions in his heart through the brushstrokes of his hands.

The person in his eyes has left, but the afterimage in his heart remains, but the trip of his subordinates cannot fully reveal the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and the green shadow in his heart is not as beautiful and moving as he sees in his eyes every day.

But Rao is like this, but Lu Wu still did not stop the brushstrokes in his hand, only focusing on the gestures on the rice paper, depicting carefully.

Before he knew it, the paperweight quietly rippled out a strange ripple, enveloping the entire room.

On both sides of the paperweight, the words "Dao" and "Zang" trembled gently, as if they had evoked some kind of hidden and mysterious power, and blessed Lu Wu's body in the dark, moisturizing things silently.

With the passage of time, Lu Wu's forehead and eyebrows, which were struggling to write, also emitted a slight fluorescence at this moment.

The glimmer of light seemed so small against the background of the candlelight in the room, but it revealed an unshakable calm atmosphere, like the domination of a small world, inviolable.

Lu Wu was fully engaged in the painting at the moment, but he unconsciously fell into a certain mysterious situation.

The mystical fluctuations continued to center on him, rippling in all directions, and the tip of his pen touched the rice paper, pulling out long ink marks, but it also seemed to be depicted in his viscera, so that he wanted to deeply imprint this memory in the depths of his soul.

An hour passed, and the candle that had never been replaced was almost burned to the end, and the candlelight flickered slightly, revealing a little powerlessness.

Lu Wu slowly straightened up at this time, and finally clicked on the last two strokes.

He looked at the figure on the scroll in front of him with satisfaction, nodded slightly, and smiled slightly.

Although the painting is clumsy, it is still a little awkward.

Seeing the person in this painting at this moment is like seeing the green shadow on weekdays.

Lu Wu gently put down the brush in his hand, and a feeling of dizziness suddenly hit without warning, Lu Wu only felt that the sky was spinning, and there was a blackness in front of him.

Lu Wu had just devoted himself to the drawing, and this time it was finally completed, but he came back to his senses, only to feel that his mind was empty, his eyes were black, and a deep feeling of exhaustion and emptiness came from the depths of his soul.

Lu Wu's figure shook slightly, and he hurriedly held on to the edge of the desk, so that he did not fall.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Wu secretly breathed and breathed, the emptiness in his mind was only slightly better, Lu Wu slowly opened his eyes, and his face showed a different color.

This feeling was familiar to him, and it was a manifestation of the extreme lack of mental strength.

Whenever he used the power of qi and blood in his body to attract the power of heaven and earth and the power of weak laws to engrave the first stroke of the "Secret Record of the Void" in the void, he would always have this feeling of powerless emptiness.

But tonight he only painted a portrait of Liu Yunli, and it was really strange that he also had such a feeling of mental exhaustion.

His gaze slowly slid down, and finally landed on the paperweight placed on the desk, and the ghost in his mind remembered the words of the gray-clothed old man when he left the Scripture Pavilion, and there was a little guess in his heart.

Could it be ......

Before he could think about it, a thick wave of emptiness and powerlessness came through his mind like a tide.

Lu Wu moved his body with difficulty, and finally moved to the side of the bed at the last moment, his body was weak, and he collapsed weakly.

Almost at the same time, a loud snoring sounded from inside the room, as if the boy had been through too much fatigue today.

The night was dark, and the whole idle house was quiet, and from time to time there was one or two solitary birds' night cries, but they were fleeting.

In the bedroom where he lived in peace, Lu Wu was lying on the bed crookedly, shouting loudly, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was full of joy in a dream.

The boy seems to have the most beautiful dream in his life.

In that dream, he seemed to see the green shadow in the mountains behind the family in early spring again.

The one that is accompanied by the full spring color, the woman is stunning.