"Mang Chun, send her over!"

"Yes!!"

The woman hurriedly got up and grabbed Ling Luoyu's arm with one hand.

"Come with me!"

"Where??"

Ling Luoyu was just about to break free, but he heard a faint voice in his ears.

"Reckless buckle!!"

Although the voice was faint, she could recognize that it was the same voice that had just shouted to stop.

Since you want to say it, why hide it, as if there is something unseemly, let her hear it alone.

But it seemed that this matter was still good for her, so she didn't squeak, and let the woman named Mangchun drag her to an ordinary bamboo house.

"Ancestor, people are here!!"

"Stand down!"

"Yes!!"

Mang Chun stepped back respectfully, glaring at Ling Luoyu meaningfully before leaving.

Ling Luoyu looked around in confusion, frowning slightly.

Ancestor??

Could it be some old ancestor of the Reckless Clan??

But then again, only an experienced ancestor can know the special significance of her reckless buckle.

"Come in!!" The old ancestor's voice was much softer.

Ling Luoyu hesitated for a moment and quietly pushed open the bamboo door.

The bamboo house is simple and quiet, and there is a faint medicinal fragrance floating in the air.

After taking two steps, a gray-robed man in the inner room on the left jumped into view.

He was not very old, he looked like he was about fifty years old, his spirit was burning, and an inexplicable coercion arose on his body, suppressing Ling Luoyu's heart.

This is a kind of breath that comes from the strong!

This kind of aura comes out of their bones, and it will be refracted unconsciously, without the need to release it deliberately.

He was splashing ink on the table, and after a few strokes, a huge mountain peak came into view.

When he saw that mountain peak, Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank uncontrollably.

Shrine??

What the gray-robed man painted was the sacred place of the reckless people, the towering peak.

Ling Luoyu's eyes lifted slightly, and he secretly looked at the man.

He seemed to know that she was stealing, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"If you want to see it, why do you need such a sneaky voyeur??"

He stared slowly, his eyes were like a starry sky, deep and boundless.

Ling Luoyu's consciousness was in a trance for a moment, as if something was shaking.

The gray-robed man's expression also changed at that moment, and the brush fell on the painting with a "snap".

The crisp voice suddenly woke Ling Luoyu up, and she shook her head violently, her eyes sinking.

"What did you do to me?"

Although she didn't know what was going on, she intuitively felt that something was wrong!!

"You are Lan Ruo's granddaughter??" The man's voice trembled slightly.

"How do you know??"

After Ling Luoyu asked, he instantly understood something.

"You just ...... Did it enter my consciousness?? ”

It was in that moment of trance that the man entered her mind and stole some information.

"That's a kind of entry ...... You'll understand later!! ”

He chuckled kindly and beckoned Ling Luoyu over.

"Have you ever seen the mountain on my painting?"

Ling Luoyu glanced at him vigilantly, but still nodded slowly.

This man said that he entered her mind, and he specially entered, and if he wanted to say that it was concealed, there was no need at all.

"There...... Are you okay? ”

"It's not good...... Ling Luoyu thought of Mo Xuanchen, his eyes were cold: "At least for me, it's not good!" ”