Cai Wenzhao was about to get up, but he seemed to feel Cai Wenzhao's movement, and the sobbing sound disappeared instantly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Cai Wenzhao walked down and glanced at Third Young Master Cui, this guy was still grinding his mouth, and his mouth was dripping, which was extremely sweet.

Shaking his head slightly, Cai Wenzhao was a little envious of his mentality.

Looking outside the door, under the starry sky, the man on the stone had already disappeared at this moment, so he must have gone to see the monument again, right?

"Is it worth it?"

Cai Wenzhao was suddenly a little depressed, and walked gently towards the corner, where this delicate and petite figure was shrinking, and at this moment he was sideways, holding his arms, and his whole head was buried in the corner.

Cai Wenzhao felt a kind of unbearability in his heart, and stretched out a hand gently, wanting to comfort her, but when he was about to touch it, he took it back.

Looking at this petite back, Cai Wenzhao had a kind of pity in his eyes, quietly poked his head over, and leaned down: "Don't worry, I will definitely go to the ninth sword monument for you." ”

Xiao Qiao was still on his side, as if he had swept the sky and earth, and fell asleep tiredly.

Cai Wenzhao looked at her, stopped talking, took out a fur from the space ring, and gently covered it.

Little Joe's eyes buried in the corner widened.

Cai Wenzhao turned around, walked out of the grass house, stood in the cold courtyard, looked at the green hill in the distance, and then took a step.

Chen Zhi's story, and Little Joe's father.

Cai Wenzhao decided to go and see this so-called sword monument.

At this moment, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and in the col, there is silence, that is, even the birds and birds have rested.

Cai Wenzhao walked through the Divine Road that had been cleaned up for a day, climbed up, and walked on the only path to view the sword monument.

The Sword Shrine is a large tomb in which thousands of swords are buried, but only seventeen of them have sword tablets.

These seventeen sword tablets are distributed throughout the hill according to a certain trajectory, and then connected by a mountain road that disappears from time to time.

No one knows whether there was a mountain road or a sword monument first.

This mountain path is extremely ordinary, not even steep at all, paved with stone steps, and walking on it has the feeling of visiting a garden.

Late at night, at this moment, only the moonlight swept on the road, silver and gray.

If someone sees it at this moment, he will definitely pestle his finger and taunt, why did he go earlier, now I know it's too late?

Cai Wenzhao is very calm at the moment, his pace is extremely steady, step by step, unhurried.

In the quiet and uninhabited mountain forest, a stone monument finally appeared in front of me.

Under the moonlight, only a vertical stone can be seen, which must have been exposed to wind and rain for thousands of years, but there is no trace of wind and frost at all.

With a little bit of reflection, Cai Wenzhao can feel that there are uneven words on the four sides of the stone stele, but how can he argue in the dark?

But fortunately, Cai Wenzhao only came to view the monument, just to view the monument.

Looking at this stone stele, Cai Wenzhao's heart lake rippled slightly, this is the sword stele that all scholars flock to, and even characters like Chen Zhi are addicted to it.

Cai Wenzhao gently stroked his hand, the surface of the stele was extremely smooth to the touch, and even a little cold, very comfortable.

When he saw the sword stele, he didn't look at the inscription at first sight, but he touched it, Cai Wenzhao was indeed wonderful.

Looking away from the sword stele, Cai Wenzhao began to think about it again, and when the stone steps of the mountain road reached the bottom of this stele, it came to an abrupt end, leaving only a platform under his feet.

Through the gap in the forest, on the hillside, you can vaguely see a mountain road, presumably the second sword tablet above.

Only by surveying the first stele can the steps connecting the second stele be revealed.

Thinking of this, Cai Wenzhao was a little curious, how many sword monuments is this Chen at this moment?

In the moonlit night, the breeze was slight, and Cai Wenzhao couldn't help but feel a sense of competition in his heart.

The purple meaning in his eyes subconsciously flashed, and this time when he looked at the stele, Cai Wenzhao's heartbeat became uncontrollable.

The surroundings of the sword monument were extremely quiet, only Cai Wenzhao was alone, and he could even hear the sound of his heartbeat.

Unlike the dozens of people gathered in front of the sword monument during the day, it was extremely empty at the moment.

For this time to view the monument, those scholars, the sect are all prepared, and even their predecessors and ancestors have summed up countless experiences, in the excitement of the day, after the confirmation, they quickly calmed down, knowing that the monument is not an overnight thing, so they just watch the monument during the day, and they are all cultivating and recuperating at night.

Moreover, the more important reason is that the inscriptions on the sword stele are complex and changeable, that is, in the daytime, I am afraid of misdistinguishing them, and one by one is cautious, who will choose to try to solve the stele in the dark?

Under the moonlight, Cai Wenzhao still couldn't see clearly with the help of the Son of Heaven's Qi Technique, but he had a rough outline and impression.

I only know that on this stone stele, there are countless thick and thin, deep and shallow lines, and there is an indescribable idea left on these lines.

This kind of idea is like a gossamer, but it is endless, covering the entire tablet, and these ideas become profound and inexplicable with the countless intersecting lines.

In the eyes of many people, these lines are naturally intentional, they must have meaning, they may be words, they may be sword scriptures. These lines, like the oldest calligraphy, have been scattered in the vicissitudes of history, like ancient clumsy words on tortoiseshells. This school starts from the search for true meaning and enters the Tao in form.

But some people feel that this seems to be really just a random portrayal, without any meaning, like an ignorant naughty boy doing it indiscriminately, so people in this school believe that these may be natural formations, but congenital births, which contain the origin of the universe, the breath of Hongmeng.

This faction uses these rune movements to deduce how the true element operates.

Cai Wenzhao naturally saw this sword tablet for the first time, maybe because it was dark and blurry, so he didn't see what kind of text sword scripture it was, maybe because of the previous life, he didn't believe in strange powers, so he didn't have the consciousness that the stone tablet was born initally.

He did not choose any solution, neither kept its form nor imitated it.

Even, Cai Wenzhao completely ignored these line words, because when his gaze fell on this stone tablet, his heartbeat accelerated.

Not because he understood anything, nor because he was shocked by the complexity of these lines, but because he felt the faint thought on the sword marks.

He has this kind of thought in his body at this moment, sword intent!

A sword intent imprinted from Shinto.

Even, Cai Wenzhao could feel that under this stone stele, inside the sword mound, there was a larger sword intent.

One of the seventeen sword intents.

Moreover, Cai Wenzhao could feel the purple and gold color that only the emperor's qi could condense!

Cai Wenzhao forcibly withdrew his gaze and pressed the shock in his heart, he didn't know if anyone else had seen it.

The Sword Sutra, the Sword Moves, and even the Excalibur itself are only secondary, they are all fur.

Cai Wenzhao had a terrifying thought in his heart, if the guess was true, then Chen Zhi would not be able to go out even if he had been sitting for a hundred years.

Looking back at the sword mound, Cai Wenzhao took a deep breath, turned around and walked down the mountain road.

He needs to be quiet, and then, do something big!