The man leaped through the air and landed lightly on a plaque, where he squatted and supported himself with his hands, bending down to read the words on the plaque. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The plaque stands in front of a two-storey house, with the upper end exactly the width of a person and the lower end a figure kneeling on one knee.

It rested one hand behind its back and raised the other above its head, and the whole stone plaque was held up in the palm of its hand, like a book.

The man hung upside down on it, looking at the three big characters "Reading Hall" written on the tablet.

He muttered along, then said, "It seems to be here." ”

Then he stood up and began to look back and forth with his hand in front of him.

A man appeared next to the statue and nodded at him, and then the man jumped down with both feet, landing right in front of the man.

"Just ...... time"

The man shook his legs and feet and followed the man towards the house.

The guide was a middle-aged man with a sturdy upper body, who walked in front of him, with a totem resembling a fishhook on the back of his neck.

The man leaned forward and looked at it carefully: "It turns out that you are an offeror." ”

"That's right......" his voice was surprisingly hoarse, and he made a dull voice by the sliding of his throat, "this way!" ”

The door of the study hall lay neatly on the ground, and the two men stepped over the door, and as soon as they entered the foyer, the thick scrolls spilled all over the floor, and it was almost impossible to hear the movement when they stepped on it.

To the right is a long corridor with a twisted wooden stake at the end.

The worshipper who led the way stopped, reached out and knocked on the piece of wood somewhere, and suddenly a fire suddenly lit up at the top of the entire corridor, burning the oil thread hidden in the beams of the house, illuminating the path under his feet.

The end of the hallway was originally a dead end, and the line of fire ran through both ends, outlining the shape of a door at the end.

The worshipper turned and glanced at the man beside him, tilting his head towards the door.

"I'm going to go by myself?"

"If you want me to kick you over, it's okay."

"Wait!" He waved his hand, then poked the worshipper on the shoulder fiercely, "How do you know who I am?" In case I'm not the one you're waiting for......"

"Why, there is still no one who knows you? Besides, what madman can climb so high in the middle of the night? ”

The man sneered, agreeing with what he said.

Then he staggered to the door alone, lowered his voice and continued: "I really don't know who taught it, it's so unruly!" ”

"Next time, don't choose someone else's time to sleep!" The worshipper watched him enter the hallway, and shouted behind him with a loud voice, "It's easy to find the person above me, he's waiting for you behind the door!" ”

When the man stepped in front of the door, he drew back and forth on the lock.

The stone wall fell back quickly, and the worshipper immediately cut off the lamp behind him, and couldn't help but curse again: "...... in the middle of the night." Neuropathy! No one has to sleep! ”

Behind the stone wall it was as dark as the sky outside, and there was already a man on the edge of the doorway, barely up to the man's chest.

The little man pounced on him and bent down enthusiastically, his beard dragging to the ground: "My lord, you are finally here......"

The visiting man didn't wait for him to finish, raised his hand and pressed his head, and pushed it back.

The man "rumbled" and fell to the ground, and the man entered the house just in the position he had given way to.

The whole room was circular, without a roof, and it grew smaller and smaller, and vines hung from the sky and hung on the walls around it.

There were a few rocks in the middle of the room, and the man walked over and picked one and lay down directly.

The little man got up from the ground and bounced to him: "My lord, you come so late, what is the important matter?" ”

"I made an appointment to borrow your place for ......"

"Then I'll have someone pick it up outside the door?"

"No!" The man looked outside, "Get out ......"

The little man's eyes widened blankly, and his beard twitched gently around his lips.

"What? Don't get it? ”

He asked again with a frown.

The little man didn't dare to disobey the man, and hurriedly took two steps back.

"Bring me the door, and! That idiot from the temple, go tell him to get the fuck out of here! ”

The little man bent down again, and stepped back behind the door with his beard in both hands, stumbling in the process, looking puzzled.

When the door was closed, the man stood up, shook the fog on his shoulders, smoothed his hair again, and had a calm expression on his face.

He looked into the corner, stretched out his arm and made a circle around him: "Come and sit!" ”

In the darkness, a woman walked out slowly, her hood gently removed, her face still white in the skylight.

The man looked at her and smiled softly, "Finally seeing you again." ”

The woman stroked the long hair on her forehead behind her ears, and her eyes stayed on the man's face.

Those eyes may be the reason for the fascination, as long as you look at it, you will sink into it deeply, and you can no longer extricate yourself.

"What tricks?"

"If it weren't for such a big move, would you come out to see me?" He stepped forward and grabbed the woman's cuffs with a dead face, "Sister Shuqing, it's so difficult to see you, otherwise, you should follow me!" ”

Shuqing was only at the position of his shoulder, and although it was already such a close distance, she still looked directly into the man's eyes and did not take a step or two back.

When the man saw her like this, he couldn't help but bury his head anymore, sniffed behind her ear, and then said softly in a deep voice: "This is the smell, although you refuse to show up, I also know that you are here." ”

Shuqing slowly pulled out his sleeve from his hand, and his gray pupils instantly had a hint of murderous intent.

The man was not afraid of her, but he still obediently retreated to his position, and crooked his mouth like a scoundrel: "As soon as I knew that Fang Ruoli was not following you, I immediately rushed over, and I was finally able to talk to you alone......

"You know that."

"Of course!" When he said this, he restrained the smile on his face, and his serious eyes began to fall like a knife, which made people's hearts hurt, "You refuse to appear, it has become easy to grasp the whereabouts of that kid!" ”

The previous playful appearance was gone, and he suddenly had a bit of majesty.

Shu Qingben is a person who can easily see through other people's minds, knowing that this man is just laughing casually, and there are more important things at the moment.