Zhao Shujie walked straight into the bedroom where he lived as a child, looked around, remembered for a long time, and then quickly approached the small bed inside. He slowly squatted down www.biquge.info stretched out one hand to the bottom of the bed and carefully touched it, his frowning brows were slightly loose, his face showed a hint of joy, and he pulled out a small wooden box from the horizontal wooden groove at the lower end of the bed board.

This small wooden box was used by him to hold his favorite plaything "Shizier" when he was a child.

I still remember that my father painstakingly taught him to read, hoping to train him into a learned talent, so he strictly controlled his playfulness, and once invited all the small stones in the courtyard out, and took away all the stones he had in his private collection. But Zhao Shujie was stubborn, and in the middle of the night, when his father was asleep, he secretly climbed over the wall and was discharged from the hospital, spending one night to find all the stones that had been discarded far away, but he was still found by his father and suffered a lot of punishments!

Later, he picked up a small square of wood from the nearby woods, made a small wooden box in his bedroom under the moonlight for several nights, put the stone into it, and spent several days quietly digging a groove with a knife in the crosswood under his bed that was the same size as the wooden box. In the middle of the night, he used the weak moonlight to make all kinds of shapes on the small stones at the head of his bed, such as knives, swords, people, water, wind, clouds, etc., and when he was tired of playing, he carefully and softly stuffed the wooden box into the groove in the crosswood under the bed. Due to the careful production, the box is closely connected to the horizontal wooden groove, and even if you lie under the bed and look at it, you can't find the box without trying to distinguish it. But during the day, he couldn't help but fall asleep, and even when he was awake, he couldn't put his mind into the book, but only stared at the table and seriously thought about how to put everything together with stones. Therefore, his grades in reading have been very poor, and he has not grown for many years, and his father has been worried for a long time.

In fact, the skillful use of those stones was also the early manifestation of his talent for formation.

But just when his research on the "Stone Formation" entered a state of madness, the killing that night took place! And thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has not been punished by his father for some time beforehand, and he has always been proud of his strong underground ability in his heart.

Ten years have passed since that night's killing, and at this moment, he no longer feels the weight of the very small wooden box in his hand, but he can't wait to open it.

The window next to the bedroom had been broken a long time ago, letting in some bright sunlight. Zhao Shujie held the small wooden box with his left hand, and slowly lifted the lid with his right hand, and when he saw the small stone inside that he was too familiar with, he smiled on his face, showing the innocent joy of his childhood. But gradually, the smile on his face faded, and slowly turned to surprise, for even after all these years, he could still feel that the stones in the box were much fuller than before, so that the lid of the wooden box could be just closed.

Zhao Shujie curiously put the box on the bed, took out the stones one by one, and his face was very different-

A piece of yellow silk with handwriting neatly wrapped around the bottom of the box!

Puzzled, he tried to pick up the silk cloth, but suddenly he realized that it was heavy, and at the same time his outstretched fingers touched the hard object in the cloth!

Zhao Shujie hurriedly picked it up with both hands, carefully unfolded the silk cloth, and was surprised to see his father's handwriting on it. And at the end of the silk cloth appeared a pointed triangle blue-gray bronze medal, the bronze medal engraved with three words that made him puzzled-

Valley Man Order!

Holding the bronze medal with one hand, Zhao Shujie hurriedly straightened the silk cloth with the other hand, and saw the words on it clearly:

The Hidden Spirit Pavilion is a hidden fairy!

Zhao Shujie read the seven struggling words repeatedly, and could imagine that his father's hands were shaking violently when he wrote each stroke.

"It turns out that my father already knows the hiding place of my wooden box!

He didn't punish me later, probably because he saw my extraordinary talent in the formation field and pretended to be confused, otherwise, otherwise he wouldn't have sent the old man outside to find me all the way to me and give it to the 'Formation King Chess'!"

Thinking about it, Zhao Shujie's eyes moistened, and he went downstairs with the "Guren Order" and silk cloth tightly.

Returning to the hall position, the old man was already sitting there quietly waiting, and the great fairy magpie was also squatting aside. Zhao Shujie leaned down without saying a word, bowed to the old man, and then sat down and faced him.

"Young master, one thing that the owner of the village must do for you to return to the Zhao Mansion in ten years has indeed come true.

And you must not know my name yet. I am known as the 'Three Sticks Leaving the Old Man', but I have always loved the name given by the owner of the village.

Gu Lao.

The catastrophe of that night caused all the heroes in the fairy bird village to die, and I secretly witnessed everything that happened. But as an incompetent old man, I have no other skills than to run fast, and it is precisely because I run fast that the owner of the village has looked up to me for many years and ordered me to run between the fairy bird village and the fairy valley! As Gu Lao, I already knew at that moment that the owner of the village must have wanted to leave his last breath and have something to explain to me, because he knew that I was always around. Therefore, after the enemy had killed everyone and returned empty-handed, I hurried to the side of the lord of the village, and quickly handed the silk cloth and pen prepared in advance into his hands! After writing down the hiding place of the 'fairy' with trembling hands, he took out the 'token' from his pocket and wrapped it in the cloth, telling me to put it in a small wooden box under your bed, and said that you will definitely open the box in ten years. Then, he told me where Bu Xiangye and 'Array King Qi' were, and repeatedly told me to personally hand over the two peerless treasures to you and Shui Er at all costs. But it took me half a year to find you afterwards. ”

Gu Lao spoke calmly, and Zhao Shujie and Xianque listened intently.

Li Wenyun watched Zhao Shujie, Gu Lao, and Immortal Que all enter Zhao's mansion and hurried in the direction of Immortal Valley. Now she knows very well in her heart that Zhao Mansion really can't go back, it turns out that the cold shelter she has painstakingly insisted on is actually Zhao Shujie's homeyard. The only thing she wanted to know before she left this troublesome place was the secret of the unclimbed tree and the big bird's nest on the edge of the fairy valley, and maybe she wouldn't understand anything after all, but she still had to try.

Soon, she stopped beside the Immortal Valley, and patches of moist and faintly sweet fairy qi surrounded her wantonly with the wind. While carefully discerning the direction, she clasped the tree tightly with both hands, lifted her feet off the ground, and then climbed quickly with her hands and feet. She secretly counted the 'handles' she grabbed upwards in her heart, because when she was under the tree, she had already roughly calculated, with the length of her arms and the visual height of the tree, she should be able to climb out of twenty or thirty handles to reach the "Falling Immortal Bow", so at first she stared at the strange-looking bow on it with all her strength. But gradually, when she grabbed the height of forty or fifty handles, she looked up at the distance of the "Falling Immortal Bow" as it had been!

This really disappointed her.

She suddenly began to believe Gu Lao's words, and when she looked down, her hands and feet couldn't help but weaken, because the visual sensation below gave her was indeed forty or fifty handles off the ground!

Dark blue!

But it seems to come from the bottom of the Immortal Valley.

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