Under the moonlight and snow, a small figure appeared on the cliff.

The chill of the iron chains seeped into the palm of his hand little by little.

Now that Zhu Luan is already a cultivator of Huayuan, he doesn't need to climb like an ascetic monk, he only needs to mobilize Zhenyuan to borrow a little strength to reach the top of the cliff.

But Zhu Luan didn't mobilize the true yuan, just climbed up step by step.

She's more used to it.

When he climbed to the top of the cliff, Zhu Luan stopped and took a breath.

It's also habitual.

It's better to say that it's a psychological shadow.

Zhu Luan climbed the chain and looked up.

There were no huge winds and waves coming at her, and there was no sudden rolling in something to knock her down.

Zhu Luan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to climb.

It didn't take long for two familiar caves to appear in front of her.

One is the Scripture Pavilion of Lingyan Temple, and the other is more hidden, the one that almost killed her in the first place.

Zhu Luan smiled slightly in the moonlight, and the chains made a crisp grinding sound.

With his toes on the rock wall a little, Zhu Luan jumped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

It was pitch black in the cave. Zhu Luan fumbled to find the flint in the corner of the wall and lit the oil lamp embedded in the rock wall.

The lights flickered, and the shadow of the girl alone shone between the huge bookshelves.

Zhu Luan walked to a bookshelf.

At first glance, this bookshelf looks like no other, but when you bend down to look at it, you can see a tiny hole.

The slices of the pierced books remain intact.

Zhu Luan leaned over and touched it, and it was from this opening that a sword pierced out and penetrated her chest.

She took a breath and looked at the ground not far away, near the entrance to the cave.

There were still speckled dents on it.

The dent burned by the woman's flame-like blood.

Zhu Luan frowned, everything at that time was still vivid.

The one who has a constitution similar to herself.,Xiliang woman.。

The people of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

Thinking of the woman's age and his current self, Zhu Luan sighed.

The woman who ascended to the Extreme Realm, whom Song Huaizhu called Su Qing, was only knocked off the top of the cliff, and she must still be alive today.

The daughter of the Juggernaut didn't die so easily.

It's better to say that Mu Qinghe's daughter is not so easy to die.

So this time I went to the god capital...... I'm afraid I'll meet it at some point.

Zhu Luan sighed again in his heart.

To be honest, she really didn't want to see this very destructive little girl again, but that person's blood ......

Zhu Luan's eyes sank.

I'm afraid it was she who uncovered the thick darkness as a clue.

However, everything has to be said after meeting the people of Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

"Ten years have passed," Zhu Luan said softly.

Is that Xiliang Sword Pavilion still the Xiliang Sword Pavilion she knows?

Is it still the Xiliang Sword Pavilion that is disgusted in that mouth?

Zhu Luan had no way of knowing.

After wandering around the bookshelves for a while, Zhu Luan picked up some books scattered outside and put them back one by one.

However, most of the books that she had turned over had already been put in place, and the entire Scripture Pavilion was very clean.

The placement of the books is not even different from the one she took out, revealing a different kind of seriousness.

It is conceivable who sent it back.

After confirming that he had cleaned up the Scripture Pavilion, Zhu Luan extinguished the light on the wall and waved his hand at the entrance of the black hole to say goodbye.

I don't know when I'll come back here next time.

After doing these things, Zhu Luan's hand held the cold iron chain again.

Chains sliced through the air, sending her to the more secluded cavern.

As soon as Zhu Luan stepped in, he was hit by the cold air blowing on his face.

"Shhhh

It's very cold when people are there, but I didn't expect it to be so cold after people are gone.

With a thud, an oil lamp was lit, illuminating the empty cavern.

Like many times I've seen it before, it's a deserted place to the extreme.

Except for a few square stone cases, there is nothing.

Even the books that were originally on the stone table have disappeared, and the clean cave is like a snow cave, emitting a faint dim light under the light of the bean-like lamp.

There is only a faint refreshing smell like green bamboo, as if it is still saying that this place was once inhabited.

I don't know if it's because the owner is gone, and the already deserted place seems to have become colder.

A cold wind poured in, and Zhu Luan shivered.

Staying in a place like this all the time, don't you really feel cold?

Thinking of this, she suddenly burst into laughter.

She remembered that she had asked the same question before, but the man had said that he was not cold, as if he had been conditioned.

If he were here now, he would definitely be expressionless and extremely serious about the fact that he was not cold again.

Zhu Luan shook his head and sighed, walked to a stone case and sat down.

The stone case was covered with a thin layer of dust, Zhu Luan put the oil lamp on it, stretched out her index finger and scratched it on the case, but after a few strokes, under the stone case, a swarthy thing suddenly attracted her attention.

Zhu Luan was a little surprised.

I didn't hope the two would leave anything behind.

Her climb to the cliff tonight was just a whim, and by the way, it could be regarded as a rehabilitation after her injury.

I didn't expect to be able to find what was left.

Zhu Luan lowered his head, and in the dim light, the appearance of that thing always felt a little familiar.

She reached out to the thing beneath the stone case, and laughed the moment she touched the cold surface.

"It's you." Zhu Luan held the thing in front of the lamp, crying and laughing.

The thing in front of her was indeed her old friend.

The swarthy clay pot was silent in the light, stocky and heavy, and the rough surface reflected a dull light.

The mouth of the black hole seems to have a slight smell of medicine.

made Zhu Luan instantly recall the bitter taste of the medicinal juice inside.

Looking at it made the base of her tongue tingle.

I don't know if it's because of recalling the terrible taste, the smile on Zhu Luan's lips faded.

In the empty cavern, this thing was the only thing left.

The edge of the handle of the clay pot is the smoothest, and I wonder if it is caused by the caress of human skin.

Looking at the position of this clay pot, it must have been placed here often, and the person sitting on the side of the stone case looked at the various medicinal materials on the case, quietly thinking about which to put in it.

Zhu Luan smiled, to be honest, although she was more related to this clay pot, it was the first time she had seen it when it was empty.

For the first time, she had the opportunity to take a closer look at the jar under the light.

It's better to say that there is nothing here, and she can only look at it.

The appearance of the medicine pot is ordinary, which is the crude clay pot commonly found in the market.

Zhu Luan turned the clay pot over and over under the lamp and observed, but even though he didn't see the flowers.

She sighed, boredly slammed the clay pot upside down on the stone case, and was about to get up.

The girl's figure suddenly stopped.

"It's ......"

At the moment of getting up, Zhu Luan glanced at it casually, but found that under the lamplight, there seemed to be something carved on the bottom of the can.