The wooden door has been dusty for a long time, and although there is no dust on it, it gives people a feeling of incomparable vicissitudes.

Luo Ning stretched out his hand and retreated, but the wooden door was not pushed.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that after all these years, the wooden door in front of him had rusted to death somewhere.

Qin Boyi was a little nervous, and asked softly, "Do you want to take a closer look?"

Luo Ning shook his head slightly, took a step back, and kicked open the wooden door in Qin Boyi's stunned.

A long-aged smell came out of it, which was different from the moldy smell of the warehouse controlled by Elder Situ of the Jianyuan Warehouse.

There was an ancient smell coming from behind this door.

It's like the smell of history, and it's like the taste of time.

In short, the smell is very familiar, and the two of them seem to have opened a door to the one they had opened more than ten years ago.

Luo Ning kept holding Qin Boyi with one hand, and slowly pulled the two wooden doors that had been opened with the other hand.

Qin Boyi suddenly coughed violently a few times, I don't know if it was because of the injuries in his body. Seeing Luo Ning looking at herself, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand and motioned Luo Ning to pay attention to the things in the room first.

So the wooden door, which had been closed for more than ten years, was finally completely pushed open.

An incomparably strange ray of sunlight shone into the room, forming an extremely conspicuous pillar of light in the room.

Luo Ning helped Qin Boyi and walked in. The floor of the thatched palace was wooden, and it creaked a little when stepped on, and Luo Ning was even a little worried that he would accidentally break it.

But after walking a few steps, I found that there was nothing to do, so I was relieved and boldly continued to walk forward.

Although this room looks very large from the outside, when they actually get inside, the two of them realize that the inside of this room is not as grand as it seems from the outside.

——

It's just a very ordinary thatched hut.

The furnishings inside were very old, and even looked a little shabby, but Luo Ning could tell the difference between old and shabby.

It's just plain clean.

It's as clean as no one has ever lived in.

In the middle of the room, there is a mahogany table, which is not large, but there are pen, ink and paper inkstones neatly placed on it.

The ink had already solidified, and the brush that was basically hanging on the pen holder had stiffened like a dagger with a sharp handle.

Luo Ning's gaze swept over, and then he found a small bed with an extremely simple score.

The bed is not big, but it is big enough for one person.

Qin Boyi suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the wall, Luo Ning was slightly flustered, and then looked in the direction of Qin Boyi's finger.

There was a sword robe hanging on the earthen wall, this sword robe did not belong to any Jianyuan Mountain Gate, it seemed that it did not belong to Jianyuan at all.

Luo Ning's eyes fell on this sword robe, and his expression changed a few times in an instant, as if he had been hit hard.

Qin Boyi could feel the change in the teenager's mood the most, and she asked a little nervously, "What's wrong?"

Luo Ning remembered the dream he had that day when he was in the Jianyuan Cemetery.

The person who said in the dream that he was the son of prophecy was wearing such a dress, although he had forgotten the appearance of the sword robe, but he could not forget the color of the water blue.

Luo Ning helped Qin Boyi to sit on the extremely simple bed, and then his eyes fell on the sword robe.

His tone was a little excited, even slightly trembling.

"I, I may have seen Yi Shui Han......"

Qin Bo's clothes were slightly flustered.

"Where have you met? When he disappeared, I'm afraid you were just born. ”

Luo Ning looked at Qin Boyi's eyes and said seriously, "I saw it in my dream. ”

Qin Boyi then snorted and laughed, "I also saw the Demon Sect Master in my dream." ”

Luo Ning didn't answer her words, but walked away from the sword robe and looked at it carefully.

Seeing Luo Ning so serious, Qin Boyi couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he sat there.

Her eyes fell on the pen and ink and the books on the table, and then at the wooden bed on which she was sitting—a very simple sheet on it, which was hard but comfortable.

Luo Ning's eyes only left the sword robe, the blue and blue on it were like water, and the folds on the sword robe were like a ripple in the water of the bay.

His gaze also fell on the table in front of him with Qin Boyi's gaze.

Luo Ning walked over, and then picked up a few books on the table, because of the years, those books have a faint yellowing, but the handwriting on them is still clearly visible.

This is Jian Yuan's sword technique, Luo Ning heard Luo Wuwu read some of these sword techniques, and he still has a slight impression of these.

He continued to flip down, there were a few pieces of discarded rice paper drawn out of extremely noisy handwriting, I don't know if it was for practicing calligraphy, and there were basically empty books, and there was not a single word on them.

Qin Boyi couldn't help but be a little worried when she looked at Luo Ning with a little crazy search, and then she reminded softly, "Are you okay?"

Luo Ning's hands trembled a little, as if the secret of the black stone and the strange dream in his body was about to be solved in front of his eyes.

However, as the boy looked through the books on the table one by one, he found that he had not gained anything.

Like a fisherman who had prepared a fishing net for a long time and only caught an empty fish, Luo quietly did not know what he was thinking about quietly before he did the mahogany table.

He looked around again and saw that there was nothing but four walls.

The thirteenth mountain gate of Jian Yuan didn't even have a sword.

Luo Ning hugged his head, and then he blamed himself a little.

"I thought it was hope, but it turned out that there was nothing at all. ”

Originally, they thought that the thirteenth mountain gate was their hope, but when they arrived here, they didn't get any treasures or legendary sword techniques, and there was nothing except a few tattered books.

Luo Ning was a little impatient, he wanted to smash something, he wanted to draw his sword to chop the bluestone outside.

But if he didn't have a sword, he wouldn't draw it.

The boy sat there, suddenly stunned, and then his mood became bitter.

He looked at Qin Boyi and said, "This time, it seems that we are really going to die together." ”

Both of them knew that Qin Boyi's current injury would not be able to run far at all, and with the strength of that demon general, I am afraid that the Tianluo Array would have been broken a long time ago.

Qin Boyi didn't think it was a sad thing.

She looked at the clean bed and suddenly felt an urge to lie down and sleep.

She looked at the bed with a frown, as if she sensed something was wrong.

Then she understood—the pillows on this bed were too high.

Qin Boyi reached out and picked up the pillow, and pulled out an equally yellowed book from under the pillow.