Xiu Chen's long body leaned against the door, holding his arms, burying his head, and closing his eyes slightly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Hearing the footsteps of the cold fall, he quickly put away his lazy appearance, and a pair of eyes looked at the face of the cold fall, and saw that his reddish eyes looked a little solemn. He frowned, his mouth open to say something comforting, but he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to say: Hanluo, don't worry, I will always be there for you.

The cold fall can't care about being sad anymore, because they still have a huge hidden danger that has not been removed, and the Jizo Sand Ghost may wake up in time, as long as it moves, it will float millions of corpses, and the mountains and rivers will be shattered. There are 10,000 volumes of books in the bookstore pavilion of the purple bamboo forest, and he remembers that there are records about the ancient books on it, but he didn't know the ancient characters at that time, so he didn't pay too much attention to it, but just flipped through it at random.

The Shufang Pavilion is a two-storey circular attic that is quite old, and the copper bells on the eaves make a crisp sound. Pushing open the old wooden door, there was a smell of yuba inside, and dust was wafting inside.

"It looks like no one has been here for a long time?" Xiu Chenyan touched the dust on the bookshelf everywhere and was a little surprised, it stands to reason that this is the library of the Zizhu Forest, how can no one clean it.

"Not all disciples here can come and go at will, Yun'er is usually in charge of cleaning, so it seems that the master has been missing for a long time."

"But Zu Li's predecessors are strong in martial arts, who can hurt him?"

Stygian Hanluo glanced back at Xiu Chen, and ascended the wooden staircase to the second floor.

"My master doesn't know martial arts." Xiu Chen's mind was stunned for a moment.

"Hanluo, are you serious? Ancestors don't know martial arts? Stygian Hanluo nodded solemnly. Xiu Chenyan this time he saw a rumor in the rivers and lakes that he couldn't believe what was going on, and the feeling was that Zu Li's predecessors had never fought head-on, making the world think that he had never been defeated, this misunderstanding was really big. Xiu Chen swallowed his saliva and followed.

"Your master doesn't know martial arts, so who did you learn martial arts from?"

"Yun'er's martial arts were taught by me, and my martial arts were taught by my father."

"Then what are you doing in the Purple Bamboo Forest?" Xiu Chenyan asked the doubts in his heart.

"I came to Zizhulin to recuperate, since I was diagnosed with heart disease, my father never let me practice martial arts, and my body is no longer suitable for martial arts. As he spoke, he flew up to the top of the attic and picked up a square box, lit the oil lamp in the pavilion, cut the wick, and lit the flame.

The books in the box exuded a musty smell, and even the cold fell couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, and Xiu Chenyan covered his nose and tilted his head to the side in disgust. "Hanluo, what are you looking for?"

Stygian Hanlu took out the contents of the box, which was a stack of parchment rolls with some ancient totems on it, which did not look like something from the Central Plains. Shen Hanluo carefully observed the patterns on the box, which was similar to the patterns on the Fengming sword on the top of the phoenix.

Xiu Chenyan didn't get an answer from Shen Hanluo, but seeing that he was thinking about the problem seriously, Xiu Chenyan couldn't continue to ask questions so as not to disturb his thoughts, so he also quieted down and looked around in the library.

The cold fell and opened the layers of scrolls, and the scrolls showed golden words, one stroke at a time, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, which was natural. I don't know when Xiu Chenluo has walked behind the cold fall, looking at the scroll in his hand with words written on it that he doesn't know, but it looks like the strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the person who wrote this text must be a master.

"Cold Falling ......"

Xiu Chen's loud call summoned the cold divine consciousness back, and he hurriedly put away the scroll in his hand, looking a little afraid that he would see the contents inside.

Xiuchen couldn't help but feel happy when he saw him so guarded. "I don't know this kind of writing, you don't have to guard against me."

Only then did he realize that he had overreacted, this is an ancient script that has been lost, and there are not many people who know this kind of script now, if he was not taught by Mr. Wang, he would not know this kind of script.

"I'm sorry, it's not that I don't trust you."

"It's okay, I'm just worried that you're doing something stupid from me."

"Now we can't predict when the Jizo Sand Ghost will wake up, it's useless to stay here and wait for death, so you better get out of here quickly."

After saying this, Shen Hanluo didn't dare to continue to look at Xiu Chen's eyes, he lowered his head and tightly tugged at the scroll in his hand with one hand, and clasped the desk with the other.

Xiu Chenyan was silent for a moment, he roughly picked up his cold head, rudely attached his lips and bit his lips frantically, not caring about his feelings at all. The scroll in Darkness Fall's hand fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. He grabbed Xiu Chen's arm tightly with both hands, passively feeling his heat and madness.

Xiu Chenyan ate the tears that slipped from his eyes, and astringently, he let go of his red lips that were red and swollen from his own gnawing, and held his cheeks. The cold fell with a pair of stunning eyes closed, and only crystal tears stained the long eyelashes, which were not falling.

“…… Cold fall. Xiu Chenyan called softly, and Shen Hanluo opened a pair of eyes with tears, he looked at Xiu Chenyan's handsome face, revealing a shallow smile, but the tears on his eyelashes still fell.

"Hanluo, I'm sorry, I was rude. Don't cry, I'll never force you again, I just want you to keep me by your side all the time. Xiu Chenyan had a bad premonition in his heart, and he knew that Yin Hanluo must have something to hide from him. He gently wiped the tears from his face with his fingers, and the expression on his face was mournful.

Stygian Hanluo lowered his arms and threw himself into the arms of the cultivators, hugging him tightly. His face was buried between Xiu Chen's neck, and his voice was muffled.

"I can't control my own destiny anymore."

Xiu Chenyan hugged his thin back. "Then let's die together." Xiu Chenyan barely thought about saying this, he had already let life bind him. Then his mood was released, and he suddenly relaxed.

Hanluo, have you fallen in love with me?

The moon looked at the scroll of paintings handed over to him by the Shadow Prayer Ran, and he was never as good as the Shadow Frost and the Shadow Yang Heng when it came to calligraphy and painting, so he had to let people come to find the Shadow Cold, and the Shadow Frost heard the footsteps from the Shufang Pavilion, and immediately pushed away the cultivation of the dust, and returned to that cold and condensed appearance.

The scroll that Immortal gave to the Moon was a map, very simple to draw, and the location marked was very vague. There are three characters marked in a large blank space in the northwest direction of the map, but this kind of text has never been seen in the moon, and this picture scroll is quite old, presumably some years. It's just that the northwest is so big, and the desert and snow-capped mountains are vast, and the moon knows that since his father will hand over this map to him at the last moment, it must have a deep meaning, but he can't understand it for a while.

He looked at the scroll for a long time, so long that people thought he had lost his mind, but his hand grasping the edge of the scroll became harder and harder, and his nails almost pierced the ancient yellowed scroll.

Xiu Chenyan covered his hand over the back of his white hand, he knew that he was in pain and sadness in his heart, but he could not comfort him with words. Feeling the temperature coming from his hand, the cold fell and quietly retracted his mind, and looked up at the moon in the underworld.

"This is Yuting Mountain, the hometown of the Yuting clan. Father said......" Stygian Hanluo's voice was a little choked, and he opened his mouth several times before he finally spoke. "He wants to go back to his hometown and see what his hometown looks like." Thinking of what happened to his father, thinking that all this was to save himself, infinite guilt rose in his heart.