Huang Xiaowei raised his head and slowly walked into the wing room with his hands behind his back.

Li Xiangru glanced out of the door, Huang Xiaowei seemed to have eyes behind him, knowing Li Xiangru's thoughts, and explained lightly: "Don't worry, those are the people of my Tsing Yi Gang, and I brought the Dharma Protector." ”

Li Xiangru was suddenly, he could feel the powerful aura from the strong. It's just that he still wonders, why did Huang Xiaowei walk towards the wing, could it be that the entrance to the small world was still in his wing? Seeing Huang Xiaowei push the door in, he didn't say anything anymore and followed silently.

Huang Xiaowei approached the room, glanced around, looked at the rice paper spread out on the bookshelf and desk, walked in slowly, leaned over and looked at a few lines of words on the rice paper, she was only limited to knowing the words, and she didn't have too high appreciation for the good or bad calligraphy, but she could feel that these handwriting was beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

"The life of a mortal man shall be just; Therefore if they fail, they will be grieved with joy and anger. That's why stop anger Mo Ruo poetry, go to worry Mo Ruo Le, be happy Mo Ruo Li, keep etiquette Mo Ruo Jing, and keep respect Mo Ruo Jing. ”

Huang Xiaowei muttered to it, and after reading it, his mouth made a slugging sound, and he glanced up at Li Xiangru and asked, "Although I don't understand very well, I still vaguely feel that this is a self-comforting sentence......

Li Xiangru looked a little tired, nodded, and muttered: "Actually, killing people is a very tiring thing, and it is difficult for me to find that kind of joy after revenge." ”

Huang Xiaowei stared at the expression on Li Xiangru's face carefully and carefully, trying to distinguish the truth of these words.

Li Xiangru smiled, but he didn't want to explain too much, and asked, "The third lady knows calligraphy?"

When Huang Xiaowei heard this, he smiled lightly and replied: "I'm just a reckless man in the rivers and lakes, as for calligraphy, how can I understand it." ”

After saying this, she looked at the words on the rice paper again, and said indifferently: "However, my father still hired a teacher for me and let me learn some." Within a year, I ran away from six teachers, and then my mother couldn't do it, so she had to teach me herself. If you want me to say, children like me, who live with knives licking blood, why do you need to read so many books. So the truth is that it doesn't depend on whose fist is big, and whose knife is fast!"

Huang Xiaowei looked at those words, nodded again, and said, "It's really well written, the delicate one is the same as you, and the writing is weak." ”

Li Xiangru smiled dumbly when he heard this, and he was delicate and weak, well, the description was really good.

Huang Xiaowei checked the words on the desk, clapped his hands, and walked to the wall to hang a picture of maple leaves in Autumn Mountain, the maple trees are full of red leaves, green mountains are dotted in a corner, and there are a few pieces of rubble hidden in the red leaves. Just as she was staring at the painting and looking at the ground carefully, Li Xiangru's soft and remembratory voice came from her ears.

"This is where I live with my master, and it's quiet. Li Xiangru frowned, pondered for a moment and sighed, pointed his finger at the picture, and said, "There is more red in painting than maple leaves, flowers, and cockscombs." The red of this maple forest is exactly the red of the maple leaf, but the red used in this small piece is different, although it has been a little long, with many years of experience in battlefield fighting, this is the color of blood. Isn't this the little world of your Tsing Yi Gang's hidden treasures?"

Huang Xiaowei nodded with a smile and said, "I guessed right." So, let's get started!"

Li Xiangru walked to the side of the bed, picked up the Baipi knife leaning on the head of the bed, nodded to Huang Xiaowei and said, "Third Miss, you can start." ”

Huang Xiaowei stopped talking, pulled out the sword hanging from her waist, the blade was cold blue, and the white light reflected her bright eyes, she held the handle of the knife with her left hand, and the slender fingers of her right hand held the blade as for the picture scroll, and said with a solemn and cautious expression: "My father told me that this is a treasure that he got by accident, and the picture scroll is circulating around and around, and I have forgotten the source." I just know that this is the world of Shi Xuan Fairy, and there are not only secrets for cultivation but also various elixirs in it. My father was seriously injured and dying several times, but he also survived with the help of the earth fairy grass in the small world, from a nameless gangster on the streets of Ning'an Town to a gang of tens of thousands of people, I have to say that it is all because of this picture. ”

Huang Xiaowei's right hand was forced, the blade cut through the flesh of the palm, and the blood slowly dripped down, and the position where it fell fell right on the waterfall of the picture scroll, and the bright red fell on the waterfall and melted into the picture scroll, disappearing without a trace, as if these traces had never existed.

Li Xiangru opened his eyes wide and watched this scene carefully. Huang Xiaowei's murmuring continued to be heard in his ears, and he said, "The picture scroll was stolen by the gangsters, but they didn't know that my father had reached an agreement with it after years of hard work, although he couldn't subdue the Xuanwu Spiritual Sense. After thousands of years, the spiritual energy in the small world has become lower and lower, and it needs a lot of spirit stones to maintain the operation of the entire small world. ”

"One of them is that only the blood of people who are related to your father can open this entrance?" asked Li Xiangru.

Huang Xiaowei nodded, letting the blood keep falling, she raised her eyes slightly, looked at Li Xiangru, and said: "The entrance to the small world is about to open, I can't last long, you hurry up, it's very dangerous inside, I don't know if it's for your good or to hurt you." Get what you want and come out right away. ”

Li Xiangru's expression was solemn, Huang Xiaowei's words were ominous, and he could feel that there were still some words that she didn't say.

Blood is like a pillar of rain, falling vertically into the waterfall, as if there is an invisible traction and sucking it. The stillness of the waterfall becomes fluid after sucking a large amount of blood, and then slowly forms a white circular vortex in the sky to the size of half a human.

Huang Xiaowei's lips were pale due to excessive blood loss, fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly. The vortex caused the air currents to slowly brush the green silk of the sideburns, and the dress made a slight sound.

"Quick...... Fast...... Get in. Huang Xiaowei bit his lower lip and said to Li Xiangru a little weakly.

Li Xiangru glanced worriedly at Huang Xiaowei, whose face became more and more pale, the latter frowned, and hurriedly said, "Hurry up!

Li Xiangru no longer hesitated and leaped forward.