"Wow!"

The moment the flying sword touched, the entire coffin immediately collapsed and turned into powder.

Spirits can come and go freely.

But if the real thing wants to get out of the coffin, the coffin must be destroyed.

Luo socks were tied to wooden sticks and flew out of the powder all over the ground.

The flying sword opens the way ahead.

The grave was soon torn open with a hole.

Luo Qingzhou carried a wooden stick tied to Luo socks and flew out of the cave cautiously.

The sky was dark outside.

The surrounding graves are surrounded by black gas, and the gloomy atmosphere is thick.

Luo Qingzhou didn't linger any longer, and left this lifeless space with a wooden stick.

Back to the stone chamber.

The flesh is still resting on the quilt.

And the little white rabbit was still one on the other, biting his shoe.

But depending on the situation, they are already asleep.

Luo Qingzhou ignored them, put away his socks, put down the wooden stick, and returned to his senses.

When he opened his eyes, he didn't get up immediately.

I recalled the strange words I had just memorized in my mind again, and replayed them word by word, and when I saw that nothing was missing, I was relieved.

If these words are really the language of the demon clan, then it is probably a little difficult for him to recognize them all.

He decided to go to the bookstores in Meaux tomorrow to see if there were any books on the demon script.

If there were, then he could only learn it word by word.

I wrote tens of thousands of words in my mind.

I don't know when I'm going to learn it all before I can recognize them all.

As for trying to understand it all, it is estimated that it is more difficult.

But there's no hurry.

When the time comes to Kyoto, there should be more and more miscellaneous books there, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of books about the demon clan.

Let's study it slowly.

Without further thought, he got up and picked up the pitch-black wooden stick on the ground.

The tentacles are cold.

In terms of weight, it is a little heavy, not like a wooden rod, but like an iron rod.

"Whew! Swish! Swish! ”

He clasped his hands and waved them a few times, but found nothing else unusual.

He looked at a rock in front of him, walked over with a wooden stick, and immediately threw his arm into it, and hit it down with a "swish".

"Bang!"

Stone chips flew, and the rock was smashed to pieces!

Luo Qingzhou looked at the wooden stick in his hand that was safe and sound, leaving almost no traces, and was secretly surprised in his heart.

This wooden stick is really extraordinary, no wonder it can be preserved from ancient times to the present.

It's hard!

But there is a softness in the hardness.

When you shake hard, that flexibility can directly dissolve the power from the counterattack, and it will not hurt the tiger's mouth and arms.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

He struck the wall next to him a few more times in succession.

The hard stone wall suddenly flew with stone chips and was full of cracks.

And the wooden stick in his hand is still unscathed.

"Good stuff!"

Luo Qingzhou stroked the head of the stick and praised it secretly.

At this time, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The head of the rod that had just hit the stone wall seemed to have become a little thicker.

He hurriedly put the whole wooden stick across his chest, from beginning to end, and looked carefully, and sure enough, the part of the stick that had just hit the stone wall seemed to be bloated and thickened.

He remembered very well that before he struck the wooden stick, the front and back, in the middle, the whole body was the same thickness, and there was no difference.

Strange, this thing can still be swollen?

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

He took the stick and struck it against the wall again.

After dozens of consecutive hits, I found that the bloated place had not become thicker again, and it was still the same as before.

But after the violent beating just now, the head of the stick is still intact.

"Hiss......"

At this time, the wound on the back of the hand suddenly came from a sharp pain.

At the same time, the white gauze has been dyed red.

Only then did Luo Qingzhou remember that his hands were still injured, and the wound that had just solidified had been torn open again.

He didn't dare to move again, so he quickly put the pitch-black wooden stick in his hand into the storage bag and sat down on the ground.

There was a sharp pain in both hands.

It lasted for a long time, and then slowly subsided.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to run around anymore, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to follow the pictures in the book, breathe and breathe, and refine his internal organs.

A day flies by in the blink of an eye.

It's outside after dark.

He got up again, dragged the two little white rabbits, and entered the middle passage, wanting to see if another space would appear inside.

But to his disappointment, it was still the cemetery.

Luo Qingzhou didn't linger any longer, left through the dark passage, and after a brief cleaning at the bottom of the lake, he went ashore.

Return to the Plum Fragrance Garden.

After eating, Luo Qingzhou did not take a bath, nor did he go to the backyard to practice boxing.

I went back to my study and read quietly on the soft floor.

There are still more than two months left before the autumn exams.

He had to read all the books again, memorize them, and understand them thoroughly.

Fluttershy and Autumn help him wash his clothes and brush his shoes in the courtyard.

The night is quiet, and the evening style is extraordinarily gentle.

A full moon rose in the sky, and the white moonlight fell in front of the window.

The Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror on the table quietly absorbed the moonlight and condensed the spiritual liquid.

The dark red gem next to it, the most central part, is finally starting to have a hint of luster.

The gray and white roots in the vase were still soaked in clear water, quietly, and there was no reaction.

Near-child.

The door was gently pushed open.

Qiu'er's head poked in and asked softly, "Uncle......"

"Don't."

Without waiting for her to finish, Luo Qingzhou directly refused: "I'm a little tired tonight, I'm going to rest early." ”

There are still injuries on my hands, and the bones in my body are still in some pain, but I can't stand the toss anymore.

"Oh."

Qiu'er didn't say anything more and closed the door.

Luo Qingzhou read the book for a while, and Fang returned to the bed.

And then the mind went out of the body.

Passed through the roof and flew into the air.

The moonlight is bright and the stars are all over the sky.

Tonight was a good day, but he still had some lingering feelings when he thought of the terrible cultivation last night.

Race all the way.

When I came to the Mandarin Duck Tower, the moon-white figure was already waiting on the cornice.

Luo Qingzhou stepped forward and greeted: "Sister Yue." ”

The moon-white figure didn't speak, and flew into the air, heading towards the temple in the outer city.

Luo Qingzhou followed behind, and couldn't help but ask, "Sister Yue, can you be gentler tonight?" ”

The moon-white figure still didn't respond.

Soon, the two came to the bell tower in the temple.

As soon as Luo Qingzhou floated in, he almost didn't hesitate, and immediately took out the two red Xiao Luo socks, one in his mouth and the other in his hand, in case this Sister Yue suddenly attacked again.

The moon-white figure glanced at him lightly, his sleeves moved slightly, and a curtain of light suddenly lit up around the bell tower.

Luo Qingzhou bit the socks in his mouth, his expression was solemn, and he was waiting for it.

"When—"

The bell rings.

A terrible wave of sound swooped in.

Luo Qingzhou was directly swept out.

Then, like a boat in the waves, it began to bump and fly back and forth between the bell tower and the light curtain.

Layers of sound waves, crushing, rounding, and elongating his body, all kinds of impact and squeezing.

Intense pain hit!

Luo Qingzhou bit the socks in his mouth, trying his best to keep his mind clear.

"When—"

"When—"

The bells rang continuously, and the sound waves were like hurricane waves, and he was dizzy and dizzy, and his whole body was weak, and he almost couldn't hold on.

It wasn't until he was numb and dying that the bell finally stopped.

Tonight seems more painful.

But tonight he was stronger, and did not let out a single scream or beg for mercy.

He fell to the ground and collapsed in the corner, his cheeks puffed out, his nose wheezing heavily.

After a long time.

He raised his hand, pulled out the sock stuffed into his mouth, and exhaled deeply.

The moon-white figure stood beside him, looking at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou rested for a while, Fang stood up and said, "Sister Yue, it's okay, I can still hold on." ”

After speaking, he stuffed another red small Luo sock into his mouth and bit it hard.

"When—"

The bell rang again.

The moon-white figure looked at his distorted face and body, still with a cold expression, and did not say a word.

Nearly half an hour passed.

The bell stopped.

Luo Qingzhou was paralyzed on the ground and lay down for a long time, Fang stood up, pulled out the Luo socks in his mouth, and looked down at his chest.

The recovered body seems to be a little more condensed than before.

Inside the heart, there is a ball of light flickering slightly, like a heart.

"Sister Yue, what is this?"

He asked curiously.

Yuebai's figure said lightly: "Soul Heart, you should be about to break through." ”

He said only one sentence, and said no more.

Luo Qingzhou leaned on the railing behind him, glanced at the ancient big clock in front of him with trepidation, and said, "Sister Yue, do you want to continue later?" ”

The Yuebai figure didn't answer, stared at him for a while, flew out, and said, "Tomorrow night." ”

After speaking, it was like the moonlight that broke away and disappeared.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the place where she disappeared in a daze, feeling a little strange in her heart, she always felt that Sister Yue tonight seemed to be more cold than before.

Did he do something wrong?

After resting on the bell tower for a while, he did not dare to stay any longer and immediately got up and left.

While flying towards the Qin Mansion, he took out the communication treasure.

He decided to ask the moon sister to see if she knew the strange words.

Of course, for the sake of safety, he sent two words to the past, and if the other party really knew each other, he would shuffle the order and ask word by word.

Originally, he was going to ask about Sister Yue tonight, but the other party didn't give him a chance to ask, I don't know if something happened today, so he was in a bad mood tonight.

After thinking for a while, he wrote on the treasure: [Xiaoyue, are you there? Have you ever heard of the Demon Clan? 】

After a while, the message replied.

[Yes, brother, the demon clan, of course my sister has heard of it, why did my brother ask this? 】

Luo Qingzhou was overjoyed, and hurriedly wrote down a text of the demon clan: [Good sister, do you know this word? Is it the word of the demon clan? 】

The message quickly replied: [Good brother, it should be the word of the demon clan, where did my brother see it? ] But my sister doesn't know me very well, and my sister is very familiar with the words of the demon clan.

"Senior sister? Sister Yue? ”

When Luo Qingzhou saw this reply, his heart suddenly moved, and he hurriedly replied: [Okay Xiaoyue, you are busy, I won't bother you]

Satsuki: [Good brother, don't bother at all, my sister is bored right now.] Can my brother talk to my sister for a while? 】

Luo Qingzhou ignored it, put away the communication treasure, and flew directly to the Mandarin Duck Tower.

Meanwhile.

On the cornices of the Mandarin Duck Tower.

The figure of Yuebai was bathed in the white moonlight, standing there motionless, and on the jade in his hand, lines of small characters clearly appeared.

She raised her head and looked at the figure flying quickly from the night not far away, and slowly put away the jade in her hand, and her beautiful face was as cold as snow.

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