"Flowers!"

Ye Chen turned the third page, this time it was different from the previous two, it had a short description.

"Flowers bloom, bloom one piece, one piece of people gather, wither people separated!" Ye Chen read the above record lightly.

"When the flowers bloom, people gather, and when the leaves fall and wither, people are separated!" Ye Chen explained.

"It's almost the same as the flower language of the other side of the flower. Ye Chen whispered.

The flowers of the other side, the flowers bloom, and the flowers that bloom on the other side, are the interpretation of life and death. And flowers are the explanation of gathering and parting.

Ye Chen's eyes were looking down. The flowers are pink, with only one petal, but they feel endlessly beautiful! On top of the flowers, there are two tender green leaves, which set off it.

"The flowers will bloom, the leaves will be grateful! Ye Chen said.

He seemed to understand something, and it flashed in his mind, but he just couldn't grasp it.

Brush!

He slowly turned the third page.

"The fire that never goes out———— phoenix. Ye Chen read the words on this page.

"Phoenix Flower, Phoenix!" Ye Chen exclaimed, the Phoenix Flower has the same name as the Phoenix in ancient Chinese mythology and history.

"Could it be that it's really a phoenix?" Ye Chen was puzzled and wanted to find an answer, but there was no explanation on this page. There is only one picture of it in the bottom right corner.

"This is the phoenix flower?" Ye Chen was surprised, and looked at the picture in the lower right corner incredulously, only to see a ———— tree painted on the book?

It was really a tree, with luxuriant branches, and at a glance, it looked like a tree, but this tree, the body of the tree was red, and it was blooming with flames.

No, Ye Chen fixed his eyes, in that flame, there seemed to be a phoenix flying one after another, with supreme terror.

"The phoenix has a flower, and there is a spirit in this flower!" Ye Chen thought in surprise.

It's just that Ye Chen looked at this picture, and it was really difficult to combine it with flowers. It is more appropriate to call it a phoenix tree than a phoenix flower.

Ye Chen didn't think about it, and turned the page again!

Don't think about it, this page must be a record of body sculpting flowers. The fifth-ranked body shaping flower is said to be able to reshape the avenue of the human body, comb the avenue, and even the waste body that cannot be changed in ancient times can reshape the physique. It is against the sky and cannot be fathomed. And this flower is mysterious, containing great creation, although it is called plastic body, but his most terrifying place is not only that.

Ye Chen thought and looked at the page. Again, there is no record, just a name and a picture. Ye Chen looked directly at the picture, the body of the flower, the body of the flower is crystal clear, the shape is like a green lotus, and there are nine petals of flowers.

Ye Chen was silent, deeply imprinted the appearance of this flower in his heart, and then slowly turned the next page.

Linden!

"Taoist Bodhi?" Ye Chen was surprised, and after a quick glance, he continued to turn the next page.

Sword Spirit Flower!

Hop Flower!

Chorus flowers?

Ye Chen kept flipping and glanced at it directly, until he paused when he reached the ninth flower.

"Heming Flower?" Ye Chen thought lightly, even if there is no record of the rest of the flowers, there are still pictures to refer to, but this Heming Flower has nothing, just a name.

"Heming Flower!" Ye Chen thought lightly, feeling that this flower was full of endless mystery, and in the dark, there was the sound of the chorus of the avenue, which was vibrating. But I couldn't listen to it.

This is the avenue resonating in unison, resonating with Ye Chen from the endless void. Ye Chen read his name lightly, feeling that he was about to turn into a Taoist, and this feeling was so comfortable. Uncontrollable, as if about to ascend.

"Whew!"

Ye Chen exhaled a long breath, a little shocked. This flower is so mysterious, and it feels very strange, unlike the previous eight, this flower seems to be filled with the power of all beings of the Dao. It's like a different creation.

Ye Chen couldn't figure it out, in the final analysis, his strength was too weak to pursue it. He calmed down and began to open this last flower, the Phantom Flower!

Three days ago, the Xuanjian Sect got the Phantom Flower in the Saint's Cemetery. For this flower, another super gate sect on Dongzhou, Dao Palace. did not hesitate to raise the saint to come to the model, and sent two saints, and a quasi-saint.

If it weren't for the fact that they didn't know the strength of the Xuanjian Sect, they were afraid that the old monster would come out directly.

And in the end, it was also because the old monsters in the Xuanjian Sect were angry, and they directly carried the Xuanjian to their lair, and under one sword, the mountain gates of the Dao Palace were split. The Dao Palace also regressed because of this, and the matter was suspended because of this. But the aftermath of the war has not stopped, and it is still spreading everywhere in Dongzhou.

Phantom Flower, the same as the previous one. A name, a picture, and nothing else. However, Ye Chen is also content, it is much better than blank. At least there are names and pictures, except for the ninth flower, the appearance of the rest of the flowers is imprinted in Ye Chen's mind.

But this ninth flower, the Chorus Flower, is so mysterious that it has only one name.

Chorus, chorus... Ye Chen read his name lightly, and a sound came out of the endless void, vibrating in Ye Chen's ears. There was a roar in my head, it was the sound of the Great Dao. From the endless void, it entered Ye Chen's brain.

Ye Chen felt very comfortable, the avenue resonated, and one warm current after another flowed in his body, as if bathing in divine light.

"Little Brother Ye Chen, little brother Ye Chen!"

At this moment, a shout suddenly sounded, disrupting Ye Chen's thoughts. The sound of the avenue disappeared, and everything returned to peace.

Ye Chen came back to his senses and looked at the person who came, it was the old man Tu Wei. Hurriedly clenched his fists and said respectfully: "Thank you Grandpa Tuwei!"

Ye Chen thanked the old man Tu Wei, just now, if it wasn't for the old man's shout, he would have almost turned into a Tao.

"Hehehe!" the old man waved his hand and said in that hoarse voice, "How about the little brother, have you found what you are looking for?"

"Hmm!" Ye Chen nodded heavily and said, "Although it is very little, it is not without gains." ”

"It's good to have a harvest, it's good to have a harvest. The old man said.

After speaking, he covered his mouth and coughed lightly a few times.

"That's right, Grandpa Tuwei. Why are all the books in here blank?" Ye Chen asked suspiciously.

"Blank?" the old man coughed and smiled when he heard this, then slowly took a book out of the shelf, opened it, and put it down again.

"Books have spirits, they all record all things in history, it's not that it's blank, it's that you don't read it with your heart. The old man said with a smile.

"Didn't look at it with your heart?" Ye Chen lowered his head and pondered, what did the old man mean by what he said? Didn't look at it with his heart? Isn't he attentive enough? Ye Chen couldn't figure it out for a while.

"That's right, Grandpa Tuwei. Ye Chen raised his head and wanted to ask the old man about the ninth strange flower, but when he looked up, the old man was nowhere to be seen. In this huge library pavilion, only Ye Chen was left.

Ye Chen shook his head, it's time to leave, it's been so long. Thinking about it, he put the book back in its place and began to walk towards the outside of the library... He walked straight to the door, and then he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and looked towards the depths of the bookshelf, where there was a dark place... Suddenly, he saw the light of a candle in the dark place.

In the depths of the bookshelf, Tu Wei held a lit candle in his hand and walked slowly, the light of the candle flame shining on the old man's face, and it could be seen that there were traces of time.

The avenue is only dusk, and when the dusk is lonely, it is also the time when the road dissipates!