In fact, Zhan Xianjun's performance in the past two days, the phantom moon shadow of ice and snow's intelligence, how can he not understand.

It's just that I'm not reconciled. After all, so much has already been paid. Back then, if it wasn't for ......

"The Palace Master ......"

Before the Phantom Moon Shadow could continue, Zhan Xianjun's cold voice sounded: "Moon Shadow, it's time for the Phantom Spirit Palace to change hands. You prepare, take over the Phantom Palace, I may go out for a while, and I may not come back. ”

"What?" Moon Shadow was shocked, and Ruyu's face turned even paler in the moonlight. "You're going to give up everything for her?"

"No!" Zhan Xianjun smiled evilly, but his voice was cold without a trace of emotion: "Now that the time has come, the Phantom Spirit Palace doesn't need me to bother anymore." What he didn't say was that his goal was never there. The Phantom Palace was just a stepping stone for him.

Moon Shadow's body shook a little, and it seemed to be fragile and crumbling: "But ......"

Zhan Xianjun put his hands on Moon Shadow's shoulders, stared at Moon Shadow's eyes intently, and said word by word: "Moreover, the current Phantom Spirit Palace is no longer under my control, is it?" ”

The palm in the phantom moon shadow cloud embroidery couldn't help but clench, and the palm pinched out deep fingerprints.

No! She's not going to just give up!

Wan Xingrou! This woman should have ...... ten years ago

She thought, a cold light flashing in her eyes......

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In the candlelight, Xingrou's face was serene. It seems to have sunk deeper into a dream.

A red thread was placed on his wrist, and the other end of the red thread was dragged in Gu Xiu's hand.

Gu Xiu's brows were deeply locked, and his eyes were shocked. But after an hour or two, the pulse was much stronger. But the man was still not angry, and his face seemed to be much grayer, and even his lips were bloodless.

He hesitated, but didn't shy away from it, got up and walked to the bed, and reached out to reach for Xingrou's forehead, cold.

This temperature is by no means that of a living person, even a person in a coma.

In horror, he propped his fingers open one of Xingrou's eyes.

"Ahh I couldn't help but exclaim!

"What's wrong?" Zhan Xianjun, who had just walked to the door, heard Gu Xiu's exclamation, and felt a little flustered, and hurriedly stepped to the side of the bed: "The situation is not good?" ”

"See for yourself......", Gu Xiu stretched out Xingrou's eyelids.

The pupils were unfocused, and they turned out to be light purple!

Zhan Xianjun was also shocked: "How can this be? ”

Gu Xiu pondered, if his estimate was correct, at this rate, at the latest, half a month at the latest, Xing Rou would become a "living dead"! Unless......

With a lot of determination, Gu Xiu frowned and asked, "Do you have to save her?" ”

"I have to save it!" Zhan Hyunjun replied without a beak.

"Even if it could kill you, or maybe it will be doomed forever?"

Zhan Xianjun laughed and said, "In my life, haven't I been riddled with bad luck? He looked down at her: "Why are you afraid of having more?" ”

"Okay, listen......" Gu Xiu said and took out a scroll from his bosom, opened it, and it was a yellowed silk cloth, small and exquisite, with mountains and rivers and ravines painted on it, and some poems and words written on it in small block letters next to it. The only clue ......"

"What is this?" Zhan Xianjun was puzzled, this picture scroll was soft and smooth to the touch, and the calligraphy and painting were also good, but he couldn't see anything unusual.

"The master passed down, only said that with this picture, you can find the Wuxiang Gate." Gu Xiu said: "My master's Immortal Sect came from a branch of the Wuxiang Sect a hundred years ago. It's a pity that after the master gave me this picture, I thought about it hard and couldn't understand it. You might as well give it a try. ”

"What you have passed down from your master, how can I ......" Zhan Xianjun couldn't help but be ecstatic and hesitated.

"It's okay, between us, we don't have to say that." Gu Xiu calmly patted Zhan Xianjun's shoulder.

As he spoke, he glanced at Xingrou again: "Moreover, I feel more and more that she has some kind of connection with the ancestor of the Wuxiangmen that the master once told me, and I also hope to unravel this mystery." ”

"It's just that the master once told me that all fate has a fixed number, and it moves with fate, if you have to change your life against the sky, I am afraid that I will be punished by God. Be careful yourself. ”

Zhan Xianjun nodded, moved in his heart, no need to say more.

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After Gu Xiu returned to the room, Zhan Xianjun sat at the table next to Xingrou's bed, spread out the ancient silk on the table, and carefully read the information on it.

The mountains stretch endlessly, counting the number is nine, and there are winding water between the mountains.

On the side of the mountain in the middle there were pavilions, ancient pines, boulders, and on the boulders lay a vague figure.

Because of the age of the ancient silk, the ink has faded or faded in some places.

There is a poem on the side of the volume:

"The immortals and Buddhas have not yet been accomplished,

Life is over, and luck is not working.

Where does the eternal night go,

Changchen is a real dragon"

I can't see any clues, no matter how you look at it, it's an ordinary landscape painting, and I can't see any connection with Wuxiangmen.

After looking at it for a while, the whole picture scroll was almost engraved into his mind, he closed his eyes, and the mountains and rivers came alive in his mind, flowing through the mountain streams.

I closed my eyes and meditated for a while, but I still didn't understand the point. No wonder even a smart person like Gu Xiu couldn't decrypt it for so many years. Zhan Xianjun sighed and rubbed his furrowed brow.

At this moment, an imperceptible breeze broke through the air and shot straight at Xingrou on the bed.

Zhan Xianjun waved his sleeves and brushed it towards the unknown thing, sucked it in the air, and fell into his palm, which turned out to be two silver needles.

The candle on the table fell in the wind from the sleeve, and the wick of the candle fell right on the scroll.

Zhan Xianjun was taken aback, and hurriedly picked up the teacup on the table, wanting to splash the water on it.

The water will splash out, but it will stop abruptly.

He saw a strange scene.

The place where the candle burned was not damaged at all.

His mind suddenly moved. Take out the fire fold and light it, and grill the scroll carefully.

It's a shame that Gu Xiu is not here at the moment, otherwise he would definitely think he is crazy and burn his family heirloom.

After the entire scroll was burned, there was no damage, and it seemed that the material of this scroll was not ordinary silk cloth. I couldn't help but feel ecstasy.

I didn't know what to do just now, but at this moment it seems to be a bright flower.

It's no wonder that the ancient cultivators can't understand it, who can be willing to take the heirloom of their own master to smoke and burn it?

If it hadn't been for the accident just now...

Those two silver needles.

He picked it up, in front of the candle flame, half-squinted his eyes, and looked closely, and the silver needle flashed a cold light.

A hint of warmth and anger hung in his eyes. Challenging his bottom line three times and twice, it seems that there is no small punishment and great commandment, and some people are really going to heaven.

However, the joy brought by the map of the Phaseless Gate quickly washed away the anger in his heart.

He pocketed the two silver needles, walked over to Xingrou's bedside, tucked the quilt for her, and continued to return to the table to study the map.

At this time, it was already late at night, and he resisted the urge to pull Gu Xiu out of the bed.

On the map, where the mountains and rivers have been roasted by fire, there are some thin text marks that are barely visible to the naked eye.

He has now practiced the eighty-first level of the Guiyuan True Sutra, and his five senses are also stronger than ordinary people, so he can see clearly!

The nine mountains are marked from west to east, namely: Zhaoyao Mountain, Tangting Mountain, Yishan Mountain, Qiyang Mountain, Guyao Mountain, Tanyu Mountain, Yaoguang Mountain, Ji Mountain, Qiwei Mountain.

After seeing the names of the nine mountains on this map, Zhan Xianjun's heart that was excited just now was like being splashed with a basin of cold water at this moment.

It turns out that these nine mountains span the entire Dayu Continent, that is to say, this clue is about equal to nothing. Searching the entire mountains and rivers is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack!

After a moment, he regrouped his mood, since there had been progress, there must be clues on the map that he had not found, he gathered his mind, held his breath, and set his eyes on the mountains and rivers again.