Sun Su took his gaze away from Nian Cao without a trace, as if it was just an aimless random glance just now.

He feigned dizziness and took two steps while quietly moving his gaze, and once he had a certain goal, he quickly found more traces left by Alice.

Sun Suhe's brain spun sharply, thinking about how he should cooperate with Alice's actions. Fighting or escaping, you basically don't have to think about it, with the ability of a layman like yourself, it will only be self-defeating, but it will hold Alice back.

However, even as a layman, he has a weapon that can fight against any master, and that is words.

Sun Suhe raised his eyes from time to time to observe the old man in front of him. Perhaps because of the strong contrast between the enormity of the space and the insignificance of the individual, or perhaps because the cold light can always cause people to think, Sun Suhe looked at the back of the old man, only feeling thin and slender, like a soulful and melancholy bitter poet, full of an indescribable loneliness.

What kind of character is this far-reaching and ruthless conspirator, a great master of profound Taoism and domineering, and a melancholy and confused lakeside poet? Sun Suhe couldn't see through this person at all, and he couldn't help but feel secretly worried in his heart, could he just take out useful information from him by words?

Tan Xuan's wheelchair stopped one step behind the old man as a sign of respect. In the palm of his hand, the blood lotus that had sacrificed the lives of his four children was stirring.

Tan Xuan could clearly feel that there was an extremely strong induction between the blood lotus in his palm and something on the altar in the center of the lake, the blood lotus was tumbling and surging like a flower, if it weren't for the countless tiny runes that restrained it, he was afraid that it would have exploded and rushed towards the center of the lake.

A strong sense of excitement enveloped Tan Xuan, making his mouth dry and his blood burning like fire. He looked back dissatisfiedly at Sun Suhe and Cai Xunru, who were struggling behind, this was the seventh time he had turned back.

"Old man, do you want me to urge them?"

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the middle of the lake, as if he had not heard of it.

Tan Xuan frowned slightly, since the old man entered here, he didn't know what memories he had touched or what, he had been standing silently by the lake, like a sad poet. But he didn't dare to urge the old man, he could only comfort himself, forget it, he had been waiting for so long, and he didn't care about this moment and a half.

Although Sun Suhe and Cai Xunru walked slowly, they still rubbed to the lake after all.

The old man didn't react to this, still immersed in his own world. Of course, Sun Suhe was happy to do this, but Tan Xuan and Cai Xunru did not dare to urge. After a while, the old man seemed to have finally collected his mood and suddenly regained his sculptural state.

Sun Suhe chuckled in his heart and came.

"Mr. Su He, can you see the hut in the center of the lake?" The old man's voice was cold, although it was good, but it was full of an emotionless cold chill.

Sun Suhe looked closely, still vague, the black building on the altar in the middle of the lake did not look like a real thatched house, but like an ink painting, as if someone was holding a large pen like a rafter, drawing a freehand ink thatched hut in the air.

Although he couldn't see clearly, although he was separated by half a lake, Sun Suhe could feel a strong and crazy emotion from that direction, this feeling, he had just experienced, how could he forget it?

"You mean that black building? Is that a hut? This thatch is too moldy. Sun Suhe cautiously probed.

"That is the embodied poetic talent, it is "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind". I said I had something important to ask you for, and it was simple, please open that hut for me. The old man said straight to the point.

I see, is this what she is for? Sun Suhe continued to ask tentatively: "Old man, it's not that I don't help you, and I don't have a key, how can I open the door? And why do you have to let me go, can't you go yourself?"

"No, you have to. You need two keys to open the hut, one of which is on you. ”

"Resentment?"

The old man looked at Sun Suhe, as if admiring a work of art that he had carefully made, "You also know a little bit." But it's not accurate, it's an introduction, in the form of resentment, constantly devouring the way of heaven and maturing the introduction. ”

Sun Suhe took a deep breath and asked, "I don't understand these, I want to know, will I die?"

"Not necessarily, but it's a high probability event. ”

Sun Suhe smiled bitterly, "Ha, you are telling the truth." ”

"I don't want to force you, and I'm not interested in coaxing you. Now that you've guessed the risks, let's talk about the rewards I promised. If you don't die, you will have everything that the laity can only dream of, worldly power, inexhaustible wealth spent in your life, and even, a longer life. Even if you die, these things can be given to your designated relatives and friends, such as your parents, your lover, and your friends. Make your choice. ”

Sun Su was silent when he was united, secretly thinking about how to answer.

"If you're not satisfied, tell me what you want? As long as you do it for me, I can help you fulfill any wish, you are very smart, you should be able to see that this is not a lie to me. ”

Sun Suhe didn't answer, he changed his tone and asked, "What is hidden in that hut? With poetic talent as a seal, I wonder what kind of treasure is that?"

The old man said coldly: "You only need to make a choice. ”

Tsk, this old fox, Sun Suhe scolded secretly in his heart, it seems that there is no way to get more information.

Since there was nothing he could do, Sun Suhe was relieved, and he said with a smile: "It's okay to die at night. I don't have much to hear, but if I have to die, I at least hope to be able to die. Who are you? What is the origin of this ruin? What is the thing in the hut? What is that gelatinous substance? Are they alive? What do those machines do......

The old man glanced at Sun Suhe deeply. "Mr. Su He, you are indeed a very interesting person, and even after the defeat of Huang Zhicheng, you still consistently showed amazing courage and composure, which I cannot but admire. There are so many questions that I can answer you, I can't, and I don't know the answers. But I'd love to ask you to clear my mind. Where does your confidence come from? I can give you a little time. If there's anything else you'd like to show me, this is your last chance. ”

"To tell you the truth, I don't know if it is spiritual. Do you still remember what Huang Zhicheng brought me? Qingqiu Yanzi, a classmate and a young man. Sun Suhe said as he walked leisurely along the shore of the lake. He seems to be relaxed, but in fact, his chest is pounding, in case the old man suddenly attacks before the distance, I really don't know if Alice will have time to make a move.

"Oh, what does that mean?" The old man looked at Sun Suhe coldly, and didn't make a move, this is absolute confidence, and it is also the spare time of cat and mouse, she really can't think of anything else that Sun Suhe can rely on when she comes to this place.

"Qingqiu Yanzi, a classmate and a young man, this is from Du Gongbu's "Eight Songs of Autumn Xing". Do you know what is in the middle of these two sentences?" asked Sun Suhe with a smile.

When Sun Suhe transmitted information to Alice through Weibo before, he skillfully used Du Fu's five-character ancient poem "Tongyuan Envoy Jun Lingxing" to make a fuss.

And Alice's reply under that Weibo was "Qingqiu Yanzi, classmate boy", at that time, Sun Suyi knew that Alice had completely understood what she meant.

Because this reply actually hides a meaning of "chiseling the wall and stealing the light". The trick in this is naturally found in Du Shi.

The third full poem of Lao Du's famous "Eight Songs of Autumn Xing" is as follows:

Qianjia Mountain Guo Jing Zhaohui, Riri Jianglou sits on Cuiwei.

The fishermen of Xinsu are also general, and the swallows fly in the early autumn.

Kuang Heng's anti-sparse reputation is thin, and Liu Xiang's heart is against it.

Many of the classmates are not cheap, and Wuling Qiu Ma is light and fat.

Between the "Qingqiu Swallow" and the "Classmate Boy" is "Kuang Heng's anti-sparse reputation is thin, and Liu Xiang's heart is against it." "One sentence.

So the riddle is very simple, it is still Kuang Heng, and it is still about chiseling the wall to steal the light.

"Eight Songs of Autumn Xing"? Is it poetic talent?" The old man smiled disdainfully, "It turns out that this is what you rely on, but you are just a layman, can you use poetic talent?"

"Probably not. You're thinking wrong, though. I'm talking about cutting into the wall and stealing the light!" Sun Suhe did not back down, his eyes burned at the old man, and he raised his hand at the wall. "Hey, hero! ”

In the direction Sun Suhe pointed, huge stones were built, and a man-high gelatinous mass instantly appeared on the wall without any gaps. Then, the gelatinous mass opened up like a flower, and Alice smiled at it.

Heroes are here!