"Senior Sister Chu!" The next day, an acquaintance was ushered in in the small courtyard.

Chu Yuanyang, who was about to go out, almost collided with someone who came: "Senior Sister Jing!"

"I can't afford this senior sister of yours. Jingyi looked at her and quipped.

Chu Yuanyang made a gesture to invite in: "No matter how high or low your cultivation is, Senior Sister Jing, you are much older than Yuanyang, and Senior Sister deserves it." ”

Jing Yi smiled coquettishly: "I won't go in, this time I came here because the sect master called you for something." ”

Only Chu Yuanyang knew that it must be the owner of the village looking for her.

After sending Jingyi away, he went to the main hall.

"Shi Bozu is in the palace. Aoshuang stood outside the main hall, as if waiting for her.

Chu Yuanyang saluted Aoshuang before turning his head and walking towards the Yunyun Palace.

The hall is located on the hill directly in front of the main hall, and it is a position one section higher than the hill where the main hall is located.

The morning glow dyed red for half the sky, the rising sun was rising, the two echoed each other, and I don't know whether the morning glow was gorgeous and dazzling, or the rising sun was more dazzling.

The hall is not as luxurious as the main hall, but the decorations are all exquisite.

The blood-colored carpet stretched all the way to the outside of the temple gate, and a few bits and pieces of scenery made a crisp tinkling sound on the vermilion carved doors and windows.

The wide red lacquered wooden door opened, and a good fragrance emanated from the hall, and several rolls of bamboo slips were scattered on the five-zhang long peach wood carved bookcase.

The owner of the village, who was wearing only a crimson light veil, was holding a roll of bamboo slips, leaning on the Taishi chair beside him and rubbing his eyebrows tiredly.

"Kitten, you're just in time, help me look at the words on this bamboo slip!"

Chu Yuanyang nodded, strode to the bookcase, picked up a roll of bamboo slips and looked at it: "Zhuang owner, the text on this bamboo slip seems to be a lost traditional armor script." She had seen this kind of text in the virtual space, and she had also consulted Nan Ke at that time.

The owner of the village showed joy on his face: "I knew that I didn't find the wrong person, and you really saw it." Then he put down the bamboo slips in his hand, and with a wave of his long arm, hundreds of stacks of bamboo slips appeared in front of the two of them in the blink of an eye: "Little kitten, the task of translating these things will be handed over to you." ”

Chu Yuanyang was completely dumbfounded, it was not difficult to translate these things, but the problem was that Mu Ran's matter had not been resolved, and she had always been unable to feel at ease.

"Owner, I ....... ”

Before she could say her words, the owner intercepted her words: "Little kitten, these bamboo slips were obtained in a relic in my early years, which recorded the experience of a soaring senior, and it will be of great help to me on the road I want to take in the future, you must help me." ”

Chu Yuanyang lowered his eyelids, and finally nodded.

She was already guilty about the illusion last time, and she couldn't let the owner down this time.

Anyway, it won't take three or two days to deal with these things, and it's not too late to look for Mu Ran after this matter is over.

The traditional armor text is very simple to translate, and the owner of the village took out too much at once, and only made a third of it after staying in the palace for a whole day.

In the evening, she wanted to finish all night as soon as possible, and finish work early, but the owner of the village blasted her out on the grounds of her body, and asked her to go back to rest and come back early tomorrow morning.

The bright moon is shining, the breeze is cool, and the whole courtyard is bright with a fist-sized pearl in the small courtyard, and you can clearly see that there are more than a dozen pots of pink nameless flowers in the corners.

"Huh, where are there so many flowers?" The rich fragrance of flowers continued to pass between his snorts, which made Chu Yuanyang can't help but snort.

This fragrance is inevitably too strong, unlike an elegant person like Shen Yi who likes the smell.

Shen Yi rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair-skinned and slender little arms, and stood up from a corner: "Oh! This soul flower is what I asked for from a senior brother in the Furnace Ding Pavilion, which can calm the mind and make the mood comfortable. ”

"Whatever! If you like, I'll go and rest first. Chu Yuanyang frowned slightly, and walked towards her cave with a disgusted expression, and if she smelled it again, she was afraid that she would faint from this aroma.

The black reflection on the ground was pulled by the old man, looking at the back that was gradually moving away until it disappeared, Shen Yi clenched his fists, his neatly trimmed nails pierced into the flesh, and a trace of blood beads appeared, and his emaciated body trembled slightly under the cold irradiation of Yuehua.

When his eyes withdrew from the distance and swept over the small pink flowers around him, hatred appeared on Qingjun's face, and his eyes that had always been gentle were replaced by endless pain.

......。

For three days in a row, Chu Yuanyang ran back and forth in the small courtyard and the Yunyun Palace, and at noon on the third day, when the sun was hot, she completed the task entrusted to her by the owner.

"Little kitten, you are really a priceless treasure!" the owner of the farm happily flipped through a scroll of translated bamboo slips.

Chu Yuanyang smiled shallowly: "These Yuanyangs have all been translated and divided into categories, some of them are the cultivation experience of this Pudu Zhenren, some are recorded about his adventures, and some are ......." ”

Pudu Zhenren is the owner of this bamboo slip.

The owner nodded with satisfaction, waved his wide sleeves, and put all the four or five piles of bamboo slips she had divided into storage.

"If it's okay, Yuanyang will leave first. Now that the owner's business has been done, it is time for her to go about her own business.

"Wait, don't rush to leave!" the owner raised his hand and motioned for her to sit down.

Chu Yuanyang was puzzled, and only after sitting down did he ask, "What's wrong?"

The owner directly took out an object from his arms and handed it to Chu Yuanyang: "Kitten, what do you think this is?"

Chu Yuanyang stretched out his hand to take it, flipped it over and looked at it twice: "I don't know!"

The object on her hand is somewhat similar to the jade seal of the Qing Dynasty, and the text carved at the bottom is also a traditional armor script, but she doesn't know it, and the strangest thing is that a faint fragrance continues to emanate from this object.

I don't know if it's her delusion, the first time she smelled the fragrance, she felt as if her hands and feet were suddenly disconnected from her nerves, and she didn't listen to the call.

This uncomfortable feeling made her subconsciously hold her breath and stop inhaling this strange breath.

The owner of the village was a little disappointed and accepted the object she handed over: "This thing was found in the same place as these bamboo slips, I thought that even if you can translate the words in these bamboo slips, you must know something about this, alas!

After coming out of the Yunyun Palace, his mind was clear, and the uncomfortable feeling of Fang Cai disappeared in an instant, and he shook his head, and went to the medicine garden, ready to say hello to Lan Xiang and Elder Miao before going down the mountain.

The medicinal fragrance in the medicine garden was still strong, but it was mixed with an unknown smell, which made her newly sober mind dizzy again.

"Sister, I miss you to death!" Lan Xiang was still lively and happy, and after discovering Chu Yuanyang's strange appearance, she couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Yuanyang shook his head vigorously, and his sense of breath had already been turned off for her at the first time, but he still couldn't alleviate the current state: "It's okay, is this a few new herbs? ”