In the branch of the Green Pothos Monastery in the north of the capital, in front of the deep alley scripture pavilion, the white-eyed old monk was still sweeping the ground, the dust was quiet, and there was no flying and domineering, all shrouded in his broom.

I can't break free, I can't escape.

These days, he naturally heard the news of the monster, but at this time, he raised his head, the original sad color on his face also faded, and he said "Amitabha", but his eyes were looking in the direction of the palace.

What comes to mind is the gesture of the little boy smiling three years ago.

When they first met, Wuhua also guessed that this little boy might be a royal disciple of the Great Zhou, but he didn't care, although a few years ago, he had confronted the master sent by the Great Zhou to intercept and kill, and he also tortured and killed many people.

Strictly speaking, he and Da Zhou are indeed hostile, and his life experience and possible mission are also destined that he and Da Zhou will never be in the same camp.

It's just that he doesn't have any dislike for the little boy.

The old monk thought.

"Maybe we'll see you again soon, but I'm not like that anymore then..."The old monk touched the human skin mask on his face and shook his head with a wry smile.

He touched the letter in his arms.

The content of the letter is very simple, but between the strokes is full of evil intentions: Brother Evil Flower, don't you come here for ten years, will you be fine?

The Black Son of Heaven is trapped in Xishu, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, but the successor is far behind, and I can stop it by teaching the Red Lotus Holy Envoy.

The emperor has lost his edge, the shadow has collapsed, and the prince and the princess are all young, this is the time for you and me to do great things!

Kill the Son of Heaven!

There is no one to succeed the throne!

The world is bound to be in turmoil, uncover the uprising, conform to the time of the day, welcome the hometown, and the royal family will be punished, isn't it what you and I want in my life?

Half a year later, the White Lotus Order will come as promised, and I don't think Brother Evil Flower will disappoint me.

At the end, it is Bai Ling.

The meaning of this letter is simple.

Something happened to the Black Son of Heaven, and there was no successor.

The emperor himself killed all the brothers and sisters who could inherit the throne, and he died, leaving only the prince and the princess who had not yet been weaned.

At this time, attacking and killing the emperor will inevitably cause chaos in the world, and then rebel will inevitably be the best time.

And this person named Bai Ling is very cautious, even so, it still takes a year to observe, and it is also to layout.

Make sure you get it done!

The old monk put down the broom, and the letter mentioned the Red Lotus Holy Envoy, and he also remembered the appearance of the girl.

Melon seed face, low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, every move, there is etiquette, like a little palace maid, but this is just a mask of hers, and crazy, the flame burning lotus knife in one hand is the slaughter of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

Her hatred with the Yu family of Naxi Shu seems to have already been concluded.

But the Yu family is powerful and has a close relationship with the royal family, even if she is the holy envoy of the White Lotus Sect, she does not dare to take revenge easily, maybe because of this, she mixed all her hatred into martial arts, right?

Her name...

It seems to be called... Wang Jiuying.

It's a real neurosis.

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Zongdong Pavilion.

Xia Guang was reading.

But what he looked at was not the Four Books and Five Classics, not the essence of Jinglun, not the poetry and songs, but the Jianghu exercises that the Great Zhou Dynasty scavenged.

For Xia Guang, it is most important to select and identify which exercises are powerful.

After the selection, I will have to wait for next month.

These exercises that others may have spent a lifetime and even experienced through life and death can only comprehend, but for him, they are just a repetition of kung fu, and in comparison, it is really annoying.

There are three floors in total.

Xia Guang didn't think about it, and ran directly to the top floor.

However, there is a separate heavy iron door between the second and third floors, and the door is locked, and from the outside, there are windows on the first and second floors, but the third floor is closed.

It seems that the third floor is not a place to hold the exercises at all, but a closed and suffocating cage.

The most reasonable inference is that this should be a place where special exercises are stored, and the gifts of the emperor's house are needed to enter and have a look.

Xia Guang really wanted to open the Shen Yin, and then blast open the door in silent mode.

But after a little hesitation, he temporarily dispelled this thought, and began to observe the second floor instead.

The first feeling is that the amount of books on the second floor is different from that on the first floor, and unlike the practice of putting the exercises on a shelf on the first floor, the exercises on the second floor are stored separately, and even some of the exercises are locked and sealed in the jade jar, with manuscripts and some notes left by the enlightened people of the past dynasties, which are thought to be some ancient books.

The penmanship of these ancient books is obscure, and for a person who has only studied the world's writing for three years, some words even need to be guessed.

Xia Guang naturally didn't go to watch them one by one, his idea was very simple: find the oldest one first.

So soon, a rotten book of exercises that had been washed with water and then put on the washboard several times appeared in front of him, but unfortunately it was stored in a jade cup and locked.

Xia Guang picked up the manuscript on the side, temporarily closed the Shenwu talent of "learn the highest level when you see it", and then looked at it carefully.

After just one glance, he put it down, not because he was illiterate, but because the manuscript was all rubbing, so the handwriting was faint, blurry, and even like a ghost drawing.

According to the natural characteristics of Shenwu, he should be the highest level described in learning the exercises, but what can he learn from such a book that can't even be broken?

He picked up another notebook under the manuscript.

After flipping through it slightly, he narrowed his eyes curiously, and the enlightened person in this note only wrote one sentence, "Does the alien vein really exist", and after this sentence, there were several big question marks.

Pick up another notebook.

The note is depicted in the form of a diary, "I have made meritorious contributions and was able to enter the second floor of the sect, I was very happy to see this ancient book, and I was able to see the ancient books thanks to the emperor's grace.

Turn the page one more time.

The diary continues: "Twenty years later, when I entered this attic again, I was convinced that what was contained in the book was not words, so I tried to follow it with true qi. ”

Another page: "The signs of going mad, but for some reason I should feel that when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there may not be no willows and flowers, pranayama for half a day, take three small gold Ludan, and try it again." ”

Turn another page: "Three days later, I finally passed through this barrier, but I felt that my body was gradually scorching, and my internal force was like fire, with God as oil, burning it endlessly, my mind was tormented, and I was ineffective!"

Turning another page, it is already at the end, and the chapter is scribbled, showing the boredom in the heart of the writer back then: "The body only feels the fire burning, day and night, only by dispersing the gong can it be calmed, and the latecomers still hope to be cautious! Don't get involved!"

Xia Guang pondered for a moment, connecting the front and back, and probably understood, "This martial idiot with a lot of curiosity, I don't know if I practiced right or wrong, and finally practiced an ending where I can't live if I don't disperse."

But in any case, this exercise should be aimed at internal forces, and it is likely to be incomplete, so he casually put it down and threw it aside.