Zhou Yu is undoubtedly a legendary figure among the four generations of disciples of Li Chenzong. Although Luo Qing soon came to the mountain, he heard about the big brother from different sources, the most classic of which is the origin of the three scars on his face.

It is said that when Zhou Yu was young, he met a brother Uncle Bu from the Northern Demon Gate on the way down the mountain. At that time, Zhou Yu had just entered the realm of Huidan. Naturally, he is not an opponent. He was almost humiliated, and even had three scars on his face. Zhou Yu dragged his life and fled back, already dying.

Many people at the door thought that Zhou Yu would definitely collapse, but they didn't want it to be just ten years. Zhou Yu broke into the border of the Arctic Demon Gate alone. After two years in hiding, he succeeded in killing the Demon Gate monk who humiliated him. In World War I, he broke through in the cold and successfully landed in space, shaking the world.

Zhou Yu became famous in World War I. According to the theory, he should wash off these shameful marks on his face. Cutaneous trauma is not stressful for monks. There are dozens of ways to teach you to heal wounds. However, Zhou Yu and others have different ideas. He intends to leave three scars on his face, thus constantly reminding himself that in his practice he should never be arrogant and charming, and his character becomes calm and quiet, thus being valued by the elders of his clan.

Luo Qing didn't understand the temper of his eldest brother until he lived in Wanfa Jingshi. However, he doesn't understand why the big brother is prejudiced against him. Luo Qing was not worried that Zhou Yu would deliberately be in a dilemma with him after the battle for justice and the defeat of the Tujia brothers. However, he felt that it was difficult to correct his impression after "misunderstanding" with such a powerful figure.

What is Zhou Yu's identity, naturally he can't cope with Luo Qing's eyes, kindness or malice is impossible, he just looked here, then turned around, and continued to listen to the rotten Keting debate between the two monks.

Even so, which monk on Qi Fangfeng was not very sensitive to Qi Guo's activities, and Zhou Yu was the most outstanding of Qi Fangfeng's four generations of disciples. His every move fell into the eyes of others, and the instant eye contact with Luo Qing could not be hidden from others. After he turned his head, several other eyes were staring at Luo Qing from different directions, all looking curious.

Luo Qing sighed in his heart, no matter what else, he stood up and prepared for the next peak according to the previous plan. As soon as he took two steps, his head was black, and when he looked up, he saw a big bird flying above the peak of the chess equation, with a wingspan of more than three zhang long, and his feathers were all turquoise, which seemed to gather a layer of light blue halo in the sun, which was very eye-catching.

Luo Qing recognized that this was a very popular flying mountain, located at the mountain gate of Li Chenzong, called Azure Bird. Legend has it that it is a descendant of the fairy bird Qingluan. It is valuable if calculated by the good work of the demonstration sector. In order to be able to ride and not walk on such mounts, a person must have a certain status at the gate. Luo Qing felt that the above should be a monk who came to participate in the debate. He didn't care, and still walked down the mountain.

However, before they could walk away, someone behind them shouted, "There's a little brother Luo Qingyu down there?"

Luo Qing looked back in surprise. On that day, the blue robin swooped down with its long wings and landed firmly in a clearing. A man jumped out of the clearing. He was tall and thin, and looked a lot like Wenxiu. With such a shout, many people on the mountain turned their gaze. Luo Qing keenly noticed that some people here reacted a little bigger.

The identity of the person who came is good!

Luo Qing quickly made a judgment, but he did not make any special comments. He only said, "I'm Luo Qing." What's the name of this big brother?"

The person who came smiled and was very amiable: "I am Zhao Fu in the department." I'm here to run errands for the teacher. Please invite Brother Yu to visit the Lingxiao Pavilion. ”

After a while, he added, "Sister Meng is also there. ”

Luo Qing couldn't find a reason to refuse Zhao Fu's invitation, so he readily agreed, and at Zhao Fu's invitation, he boarded the Tianqing Bird and returned, taking the previous route.

Before leaving, he looked down at the top of the mountain and saw that half of the more than 100 people, including Senior Brother Zhou Yu, often looked here.

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Luo Qing passed by the Lingxiao Pavilion on his way to Qifang Peak, but he hadn't really been there. This time, he landed directly on the platform on the 7th floor of the Lingxiao Pavilion. The door was open, and looking through the door, Luo Qing only saw rows of bookshelves, as well as books and scriptures of immeasurable value.

The Pavilion has 27 floors, each of which houses hundreds of thousands of books. These books are not the same degree of preciousness. They are written either in jade strips or in special paper, silk and silk. They are sorted and arranged neatly for the disciples of the Mountain Gate to read. Except for the website on the 27th floor, most of the books here are not limited to reading, so they are very popular. Borrowing and lending are very frequent, which naturally requires professionals to manage and guide them.

What Luo Qing met this time was such an old man who was responsible for the management of books in and out.

Of course, this identity was introduced by the old man himself, whether it was Zhao Fu, who came to pick him up, or Meng Wei, who was waiting here early, they did not respect the old man and called him "Mr. Zhu", but did not mention his qualifications.

Although Lao Zhu wanted Zhao Fu to take over Luo Qing, when Luo Qing came to the front line, he still had some work to do, which was to count a few new scrolls, squint his eyes, and do it seriously. In addition to greeting Luo Qing at the beginning, Luo Qing only replied twice.

Zhao Fu also said that after sending Luo Qing away, he had already left. Meng Wei was meticulous. Seeing that Mr. Zhu seemed to be slowly treating others, he reminded him in his ear. However, the response is still an "aha" voice. God knows if the old man with silver hair and wrinkles heard it.

In desperation, Meng Wei smiled bitterly at Luo Qing, but it made Luo Qing's eyes light up.

"Sister Meng, are your injuries better?"

Since the rumors spread, Luo Qing hadn't seen Meng Wei for nearly ten days. When they met at this time, she immediately noticed that Xiu Nu's complexion was very different from before, and it was improving. In particular, the light in her bright eyes showed that the qi activity in her body was converging, and it was on a large scale.

"I'm very popular with my brother. “

Dream smiled slightly, thanking Luo for his kindness. Then he took out the red gauze he had borrowed for half a month, folded it neatly, and returned it to Luo Qing.

Luo Qing stretched out his hand to take it. At the same time, he asked, "Is my sister done copying?"

"Aside from copying, this little guy didn't see the scroll in my hand?"

Mr. Zhu finally finished the work at hand and interjected. He held in his hand a long roll of silk that had just been taped together. There was a strange expression on his face: "I've entered the cabinet and I'm going to file the method you sent me, and I'm going to put it on the 27th floor." Do you have any objections?"

Luo Qing was shocked. Only then did he know that Wei Meng had told the "secret" of Hongsha to the sect. Of course, this was earlier than Luo Qing expected. He wanted to know what the sect thought of the practice of red yarn.

This red yarn has just returned to Luoqing. Luo Qing has a total of two. One is the "Bai Linghua Mangsha" left by Chu Yan. After Luo Qing killed Zhu Yan and the Dragon Fu, he put the yarn in his pocket. Another thing that started earlier was that he got it from Minami Matsuko on the mountain road outside Shiba Temple. This red gauze was sacrificed as an evil device in the early days. After Gan Shizhen erased the traces of the evil method, it was restored to its original state.

What was lent to Wei Meng was obtained from Nan Songzi.

"It's right to file it in the cabinet, but it's on the 27th floor?" Luo Qing was very strange, this treasure was so precious that it was actually linked to the religious secrets of the sect?

Mr. Zhu narrowed his eyes - this may be the habit of the elderly. He said slowly: "My value is not so high, but it is to take the left road and shortcuts." Young people may not be able to control it when they look at it. Putting it on a shelf for the time being is no safer than putting it on the 27th floor. ”

Luo Qing was not surprised at all by Mr. Zhu's words. As the owner of two red yarns, he had a good understanding of the method of recording with unique patterns and agreed with the old man.

The so-called "indestructible" divine thorn, this incomparable "hidden weapon" that needs to be cultivated and cultivated for hundreds of years, is usually not seen once in hundreds of years, but if it can be produced in just a few months or even a few days, it will fly all over the sky like a cow's hair, and the thought of this scene makes people feel cold.

It happened that Luo Qing was talking about this kind of thing with two red gauze in his hand!

But the next moment, the sound of "ding" sounded in the eardrums. At first, it was clear and sweet, then it rose upwards and went from sweet to sharp, then a mixed noise like a crash that instantly swept through the brain palace.

The monk's brain "boomed", called "bad", it was out of the body, groggy, only a ray of light, and he was still thinking about controlling the hanging relics pill beads, what he could touch was an irresistible whirlpool.

He shifted his gaze in a trance. The green light that rises and falls in the distance is not a ball of light, but the outline of a monster. The monster opened its bloody jaw, erased the distance of two miles, and swallowed its relics in one gulp.

In the darkness at the moment, Turing's heart is drifting and turning. It really seems to be struggling in a whirlpool. The only faint brightness is rapidly depleting. Only endless doubts and absurdities filled his heart: "Rakshasa Phantom... What's wrong?"

Two miles away, Luo Qing let out a long whistle and suddenly stood up. Although he had just forced the whip through his limit and even damaged Jing Yuan, his legs were trembling uncontrollably at this point, but now he had an impassioned reason to indulge himself.

In the dark mountain forest in the distance, the body of the monk Turing fell without a sound. In front of him, he converged in the light of the divine bronze mirror and immediately fell to the ground. After two turns, he slapped the ground flat.

Farther away, the sword glittered like a rainbow, streaked across the night sky, and swooped down.