The next day, Xiao Cong didn't rush to find Ding Bushan to reply, but this was not because of the preparations he said he had to make, to be honest, in fact, he didn't know what he should prepare, and what he wanted to prepare, anyway, he didn't want to go to Ding Bushan's ink, and felt that it was reasonable to dry him for a while.

What kind of place is it that is split, just through what Yin Nuo said, he does not have a vague outline in his heart, not only does it have a vague outline, it seems that it is because after listening to Yin Nuo's narration, the feeling that existed in his heart before has become hazy, ethereal, and not real, he carefully pursued this feeling, and suddenly found that the Hunting City, the most prestigious place in the Valley of Forgotten Life, he had never seen a single word in the classics before, but it was clear that the secretaries in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion of Daoxuan would be as vast as a sea of smoke, which was really strange。

"Maybe it's because the old man is so ashamed of it. He thought to himself.

He sat quietly on the mountain beam, facing the mountain wind, which was neither gentle nor violent, it blew his long hair, and pressed his robe tightly to his chest and legs, while he squinted his eyes and pursed his lips, like an ordinary person, but he was still stirring the tip of his nose slightly, as if there was a special smell in the wind that fascinated him, of course, it was also possible that he liked the feeling of the mountain wind pouring into his nose, he looked up slightly, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, and he didn't know what he was swallowing except saliva, and in his feeling, even though the mountain wind never stopped, it seemed that everything was quiet。

He loved the way it was a really rustic feel.

Soon, the wind stopped.

He still sat on the mountain beam like a child full of longing, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a light in his eyes, at this moment, he didn't want to think about anything, he was willing to sit quietly like this, and it felt like it would never be enough.

But some things still have to be planned after all, the saint has a thousand worries, and the ordinary person has a hundred worries, although he is neither a saint nor an ordinary person, but worries are also inevitable, where there is such a thing, it seems that if a mortal is alive, he will be inseparable from it, and he does not know what is going on.

He thought about the past two months since entering the Valley of Forgotten Life, heh, time flies so fast, it seems that it has been more than two months in the blink of an eye, thinking of the fierce battle when he met Yin Nuo for the first time, it seems that it happened a moment ago, no, it is a conjecture of the last moment, this thing seems to have never happened. So he looked back from front to back, I don't know if it was because of the mountain breeze that had just blown for a while, he felt that everything was vivid, and his thoughts were very clear, and he went through the past in less than a quarter of an hour, and he was sure that he had not left anything behind, even the details that were not easy to find, but he still had no ideas, but he had to find something to think about to pass the time, because he didn't want to do anything, he really couldn't do it, why? Because it made him feel afraid.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, his head slightly raised, looking deep and tired.

"Yin Nuo said that he feels at ease and at ease by my side, but I haven't figured this out yet, right, why does he feel at ease and at ease by my side?

So he took this incident as a starting point and began to think about it.

This is a boring process, thousands of thoughts are filled with his sea of knowledge, making him feel his head swollen, he thinks this is a very tricky problem, so he goes all out, starting from his birth, little by little, Tiandaoxuan, Xiao Family, Holy City, Youlan Valley, Turtle Mansion, Sunset Mountains...... More and more past events came to his heart, making him feel mixed tastes, and his heart was quite unpleasant, in the process he thought of too many people, Tiandao Weng, Xiao Tianyu, Xingliuyun, Leng Xiaofeng, Ouyang Xun...... The person who left made him feel sad again, and the people who were alive didn't know how they were doing now, especially when they thought of Xiao Tianyu, the feeling was the most uncomfortable, a good person, just gone, as a son of man, he couldn't see his last face, this matter is put aside now, and he feels a little unacceptable, his father is the most special person in the special Xiao family, how can he just say that it is gone! He is so wise, so brave, so approachable, so deep and sophisticated, so elusive, with the iron will of a warrior and superb skills that cannot be kicked in, no one in this world should be killed! You know, when this old man was young, he traveled all over the world without knowing the height of the sky, and even entered the United States in the desert of the near sun! How could the huge Xiao family, the Xiao family, which had stood for thousands of years in Xuanzhen, not even the supreme Xiao Tianyu be gone? What the hell is going on with this! Is this the way of the fuck? What the fuck is this......

Thinking about it, he actually cried out loud.

A handful of snot and a handful of tears, wipe the sleeves everywhere, and can't tell which ones are snot and which are tears, maybe I wiped a handful of tears in the place where I wiped my snot and I don't know, fuck it, just cry as much as you want Anyway, it is located in the deep mountains and old forests, Yin Nuo and Hongxiang are busy with their own things, and no one will see it, this cry is half an hour.

Although the crying is a bit ugly, I have to say that this crying feels really happy in my heart, as if all the sadness that is stuck in my heart has poured out, I feel reborn from the bones, I feel reborn in tears, and I have been reborn in tears, since the fall of the Xiao family, he has not cried well, to be precise, he has been trying to suppress it, because he is afraid, afraid that when he cries, his heart will soften, and he will be lost, and the Xiao family will not be saved, I am afraid that if I cry, I will find my cowardice, and I am afraid that if I cry, I will indulge in sadness and never get out, but whether to cry or not to cry is not linked to whether he can hold on to the ability to turn the tide and the name of the Xiao family is not linked after all, ruthlessness may not be a true hero, how can a poor son not be a husband, a goat kneels and a crow feeds back, and the two generations of love are reflected in poultry and animals, not to mention a flesh-and-blood person?

The mountain wind rose again, blowing on his face and feeling dry, and it was a little painful, Xiao Cong raised his hand and rubbed his face violently, and then gently rubbed his eyes for a while, in fact, this is really not worth mentioning for him as a monk who picks the star realm, but I don't know when it started, he is very disgusted with the ability to cultivate to deal with the trivial things in ordinary life, just like now, he would rather endure the uncomfortable feeling and find a mountain spring or a small stream after rubbing his face and eyes, rather than casually make up some aura on his face to restore his jade beauty, at some point, he just likes to be an ordinary person, or rather, he has always cherished every opportunity to live an ordinary life, as if these points are precious to him.

He rubbed his eyes gently, but he couldn't help but think about the things that happened in the past, scene by scene, frame by frame, with a chaotic connection, a moment of non-stop, this heart-wrenching nostalgia stirred the whole memory into a pot of porridge, and countless voices sounded in his sea of consciousness, making him in a trance as if he was in a dream, until "he" said,

"Twenty years ago, the Xiao family also wanted to read the scriptures thoroughly, so they stayed here for nearly thirty years! He doesn't know how to put it down at the right time, and he can't understand the essence of the scriptures after all, but you know, so it's more appropriate to give the scriptures to you. ”

Then he awoke as if struck hard, and all the haze in his consciousness vanished, replaced by an almost clear clarity, and he murmured:

"Could it be...... The ...... The Mysterious Ancient Scriptures ......"

I was stunned for a long time, and tried to find evidence for verification in the deduction, although I failed to succeed in the end, but after in-depth study, "Heavenly Dao Treasure Book", "Ice Heart Formula", "Breaking the Sky" ...... It seems that this mysterious ancient scripture is the most likely, because when he first entered the Valley of Forgotten Life, he was also able to calm down by sparing no effort to study it.

"Could it be that this mysterious ancient scripture is even more precious than the "Ice Heart Formula", but I really don't have a clear feeling about it like "Ice Heart Formula", could it be that I hate Wu and Wu?"

"But then again, it's not right, with Master's status and knowledge, what he said can't be wrong, or does he not know that there is such a scripture? But after that, even his father has been in the United States, as an immortal, how can he not hear of it, and with his bold temperament, let alone have heard of it, even if he hears a little rumor, he can't help but go and take a look, or rather, Master, his old man also knows that there is such a scripture, but he doesn't know the content of it, so he hasn't told me about it, if there is any possibility......"

He took a deep breath, his face was ugly, and his voice trembled a little:

"Even the master is secretive, what the hell am I stained with!"

What the hell did he get his hands on, this question was something he should have thought about a long time ago.

After being helpless for a while, Xiao Cong raised his head slightly, blew up helplessly, and then got up from the ground and said to himself:

"his immortals, it's like this anyway, dead horses are treated as live horse doctors, no matter what, let's find Yin Nuo to verify it first. ”

But in what way to be verified in Yin Nuo is still a problem, he walked very slowly on the road, and while walking, he thought that when he finished his time in the United States, he was enlightened by listening to the chanting of the mysterious old man in the scripture hall, but he didn't know the words in the scriptures, and he once tried to memorize them by rote with extraordinary memory and failed, so he couldn't sing the scriptures like the mysterious old man in the scripture hall to give Yin Nuo that wonderful feeling, even if he told Yin Nuo about his feelings about the scriptures, or even showed the scriptures directly to Yin Nuo, it might not have any unexpected effect, because he could understand the scriptures himself, That's entirely because he has been baptized by the United States to live in old age and immortality, and has the "ability" that he keeps saying - as for this ability, until now Xiao Cong has not figured out what is going on, and he can't pass this skill on to Yin Nuo, so if he wants to rely on Yin Nuo himself to get the benefits in the mysterious scriptures, it is absolutely impossible!

The only feasible way now is to take Yin Nuo back to the Desert of the Sun, and go to the scripture hall in the United States to listen to it, but this is angry after all, because this is also unreliable, not to mention the time it takes to go back and forth and the dangers that will be experienced, according to what the Cloud Mirror Fairy said that day, the United States has already been closed, and if you want to go in again, maybe when you wait!

Xiao Cong thought as he walked, and unconsciously returned to the place where he settled in the field outside the Valley of Forgotten Life, and entered the tent by ghost, until he inadvertently turned his head and caught a glimpse of Yin Nuo, who was sitting at the table with a book in his hand, and suddenly came back to his senses.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his swollen forehead, his little face was slightly tired, Yin Nuo only glanced up at Xiao Cong at this time, and then turned his gaze back to the scroll, and said casually:

"What's the matter, Fourth Young Master Xiao, his face is so ugly. ”

Maybe it's because Xiao Cong is still holding his arm to the side, so he only sees part of the other party's facial features - at least those red and swollen eyes, he shouldn't have been able to see them, plus at this time, his mind was all hooked by the things in the book, he can raise his face to look at Xiao Cong, and he can also say hello, it is already good to put it on a guy like him who is so big and heartless.

Xiao Cong replied softly, "Oh", it sounded the same carelessness, but in addition to covering up, he quickly added some aura to his face, returned to his usual state, and then put down his hand and said with a smile:

"Look at what? so seriously. There was interest in the tone, even a little fake.

That is, a big old man like Yin Nuo can't hear the cattiness in Xiao Cong's voice, and he should have made a fuss about Hongxiang a long time ago.

"It's the book you lent me a few days ago, and I may want to ask you a few questions. ”

Xiao Cong smiled again,

"Okay, look at it, ask me as many questions as you can, and I'll tell you everything I know. ”

Yin Nuo finally raised his head, and said with a calm and sincere face:

"Thank you, Fourth Young Master Xiao. ”

Xiao Cong replied with a haha:

"Polite, polite. ”

Then the conversation turned,

"Where's Hongxiang?"

Yin Nuo's tone revealed a little disgust,

"I don't know where I'm crazy, he will go out after you go out for a while, don't worry, he's such a ghost, he can't do anything. ”

Xiao Cong let out another "oh", didn't speak again, turned around and walked out of the tent, it wasn't because he had any opinion on Yin Nuo's answer, anyway, he was just pretending to ask, he was just not used to meditating in front of Yin Nuo.

"How can we really get Yin Nuo into contact with the mysterious ancient scriptures?"

He sat on the top branch of the tree and looked into the distance.

"It seems that what you can see, touch, and hear is really useless, but what about what you can't see or touch?"

He suddenly had a bold idea.

When Xiao Cong jumped down from the tree and returned to the tent, Yin Nuo was still immersed in hard reading, although Xiao Cong, who was overly excited, did not act lightly as usual, but lifted the leather curtain, but Yin Nuo was still unmoved, but slowly raised his head with great reluctance, and said with two confused little eyes:

"Fourth Young Master Xiao, I have a few questions, I don't know ......"

"Put your problem aside, solve my problem first, and take out your demon knife. Xiao Cong interrupted.

Yin Nuo's face was slightly stunned, and he nodded slowly, put down the scroll, and picked up the demon knife beside him, accompanied by a cold light, and the blade came out of the sheath.

"Let your consciousness go inside the demon sword, and I'll be there. Xiao Cong couldn't wait.

Yin Nuo looked puzzled, smacked his lips, and still closed his eyes.

Xiao Cong sat cross-legged on the spot, his spiritual sense came out of his body, turned into a spike like last time, and pierced into the demon knife, just like that, the ideological Yin Nuo and Xiao Cong met again in the unique consciousness world of the demon knife.

The two looked at each other, and Xiao Cong said:

"You can sense everything here, can you?"

Yin Nuo nodded,

"It should be about the same. ”

"Can you sense what's going on in my heart?"

Yin Nuo was a little stunned when he heard this, shook his head, and said quite uncomfortably:

"This ...... I really haven't tried it. ”

"Then you try it now. ”

Yin Nuo scratched his head, sighed helplessly, stiffened his scalp and closed his eyes to feel for a while, opened his eyes and said:

"I don't feel anything about you. ”

Xiao Cong frowned and said to himself:

"How can this be, it doesn't make sense......"

Yin Nuo made a bitter face, leaned forward, and asked cautiously:

"Fourth Young Master Xiao, what are you doing, can you tell me, maybe it will help a little. ”

Xiao Cong raised his head, looked at Yin Nuo's sly appearance, thought for a while, shook his head and replied:

"It's best if you don't know about it. ”

Yin Nuo pursed his lips and straightened his neck to reset, his face unhappy, but he didn't say anything after all.

Xiao Cong was still talking to himself for some reason,

"When you meet ideologically, what you see should be what you think and feel, and you are the master here, how can you know nothing about what I think in my heart, just like now, you heard what I said, but I didn't speak, you just heard what I thought in my heart, according to this, you should be able to perceive my other thoughts......"

Yin Nuo was confused when he heard it, and suddenly said,

"Then you have to say what you think in your heart so I can hear you. ”

Yin Nuo's complaint was really unintentional, but it fell in Xiao Cong's "ears" like a loud bell, he patted his head and said hatefully:

"That's right, he's an immortal, if you want to say it in your heart, then I have to understand it first, but I don't understand how to say it! Feeling this kind of thing, even if it is the existence of consciousness, cannot be concretely expressed!"

Yin Nuo laughed out of a pig cry when he heard this, and said with an exaggerated expression:

"Fourth Young Master Xiao, aren't you kidding me, I want to understand the things you can't understand, you also think too highly of me Yin Nuo, I can't imagine that I Yin Nuo is still such a strange material in your heart, I ......"

"It's endless, is this going to heaven or what!

Yin Nuo was embarrassed by Xiao Cong, his head was deeply lowered but he couldn't help but laugh secretly, but he didn't dare to laugh anymore, holding back, but he still made a strange sound from time to time, like a blunt knife pulling over a grinding stone, intermittently like an irrepressible cough.

Xiao Cong was still smacking hard, tilting his head to this side for a while, and then tilting back to the other side, frowning, he began to talk to himself again,

"The voice I hear is actually what he says in his heart, but what is the expression I see in him? Expression is the carrier of emotions, and emotions are actually a feeling in the final analysis, but it is an expression from the inside out.

Yin Nuo looked at Xiao Cong's evil posture with great concern, and asked cautiously:

"Fourth Young Master Xiao, are you okay, you ...... It's scary......"

Xiao Cong didn't seem to hear Yin Nuo's concern, frowned for a while, and suddenly said brightly:

"Oh, I see, what I think I see his expression is actually because I now perceive his feelings as an ideological me, and the reason why I can see it is only because I have some understanding of his performance in this emotion, I don't see it, he doesn't show it, all this is just my imagination or supplement based on this perception...... In this way, even if I can present this feeling, with his understanding, he cannot perceive it at all, and even if he can perceive it, he cannot supplement and conjecture about it, this is an irreversible process, and he still has to understand it himself......"

He sighed and said listlessly:

"Forget it, this road goes differently, let's get out. ”

Immediately, one front foot and one back foot left the world of consciousness in the demon knife.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, Xiao Cong in the real world is still listless, you can imagine how much hope he had for this matter before.

Yin Nuo looked at Xiao Cong with an unbearable look on his face, presumably because Xiao Cong's abnormal and sad state at this time was too infectious, and he also felt a little empathy, so he took a few steps forward, stretched out a hand, but it was suspended in the air, and slowly put it down, sighed, and comforted:

"Fourth Young Master Xiao, don't be too sad, since ancient times, good things have been grinding, everything is difficult at the beginning, and the living will not let the urine suffocate to death, it is normal to not be able to think of a way for the time being, but now I can't think of it, let's think about it slowly, there is still more time." ”

Xiao Cong didn't look up, just put his right hand on his forehead and began to rub it vigorously, Yin Nuo looked helpless, and shook his head slightly and sighed, I don't know if I really don't understand or if I'm pretending to sigh,

"I really don't understand you more serious people, why bother......"

There was silence for a moment, but the silence lasted less than ten breaths before someone recklessly broke it.

The moment the leather curtain of the sheepskin tent was slammed open, Yin Nuo suddenly turned his face and looked at Hongxiang who was blushing and puffing on two fat snowcocks, and was slightly stunned.

Hongxiang walked into the tent with a big grin, and said as he walked forward:

"Yo, how many brothers are here? It's just right, no one should go out before lunch, let's roast snow chicken at noon today, with the secret spices I prepared before, it will definitely make you forget it, huh? Where is my short sword......?"

As he spoke, he had reached the innermost part of the tent, where he had often collapsed, and took one of the snowcocks in the same hand along with the other, and twitched the bunk indiscriminately, his dagger shaking aside with the overturned bedding.

He picked up the short sword, walked to Xiao Cong's side, and said with a sneer:

"Brother, get some condiments. “

Xiao Cong raised his head, his eyes softened slightly, his right hand moved down from his forehead, opened it after a slight stroke, and said softly:

"Take it. “

Hongxiang was stunned when he saw Xiao Cong's face, he didn't pick up the condiments wrapped in oil paper in the latter's hand, but dropped the short sword, touched the latter's face with his small hand, and said with a cares:

"Brother, what's wrong with you, your face is ...... Too bad, isn't it?"

Xiao Cong dodged a little, and seemed to be a little unfamiliar with Hongxiang's sudden closeness, or maybe he was not very comfortable, Hongxiang didn't stretch his little hand to Xiao Cong's face again, turned his face and asked Yin Nuodao:

"What's wrong?"

Yin Nuo's face was entangled, he raised his chin at Xiao Cong, and said helplessly:

"When I encountered a problem, I came up with a solution that didn't work, no, I'm depressed. ”

"What's the problem?" Hongxiang frowned slightly.

"Mysterious...... The ancient scriptures ......," Yin Nuo replied hesitantly.

Hongxiang's eyebrows couldn't help frowning a little,

"Mysterious Ancient Scriptures, what's the problem with the Mysterious Ancient Scriptures, isn't that thing incomprehensible at all, besides, it's okay to listen to it, why do you spend so much effort!"

The corners of Yin Nuo's mouth twitched, and he sneered:

"It's really not a backache to stand and talk, if it's as light as you said, Fourth Young Master Xiao will still be so distressed? Just for this matter, he also specially accompanied me to the consciousness world in the demon knife, but it didn't work, and then that's it. ”

Hongxiang tilted his head and looked at Xiao Cong, and said soothingly:

"Brother, why do you bother like this, the mysterious ancient scriptures are so easy to understand, even the two of us can't comprehend, counting on this pig's brain to participate in the study, this is not looking for sin, if you want me to say, you just read it to him once, if it doesn't work once, we will read it twice, how much benefit can be obtained, just look at his own creation, sometimes there is a need in life, there is nothing in life to force it, besides, how much benefit you get is his business, and it has nothing to do with you, why be so difficult for yourself!"

Hongxiang's bitter words were sincere, but this mother-like tone must have been another taste when it fell on Xiao Cong's ears, and I saw him look at Hongxiang who was close at hand, and said angrily:

"Go and read it to him. ”

Hongxiang pouted and looked very aggrieved, and whispered angrily:

"Hmph, it's not the problem I gave you, what is fierce with me, I will read it. ”

Saying that, he turned around lightly, and really recited the mysterious ancient scriptures one by one.

The chanting sounded, Xiao Cong turned his head suddenly, looked at Hongxiang with his back to him in disbelief, his eyes were getting wider and wider, his small mouth was opening wider and wider, and his breathing was getting lighter and lighter, and his body was motionless, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally break something irretrievable, because that feeling really appeared again, exactly the same as when he was in the scripture hall, although he couldn't completely memorize the syllables of the scriptures with his memory, but he was sure that Hongxiang was now reading every note correctly, but he still felt unbelievable about it, but that wonderful feeling brought him into that indescribable world again, so that he had to admit that all this was true。

So he also closed his eyes like Yin Nuo at this time, and let himself be completely immersed in that wonderful feeling unguarded, until Hongxiang's chanting quietly ended.

The content that could only be heard after visiting the twelve scripture halls in the United States before, at this time was read out by Hongxiang word for word, the young man's face was pious, and he read it very seriously, even if he didn't say the unique influence power of the mysterious ancient scriptures, just listening to the content was a rare enjoyment, perhaps because of this, after Xiao Cong came back to his senses, Yin Nuo still closed his eyes with an obsessed face, and indulged in it for a long time like a fool.

Hongxiang stood with his back to Xiao Cong and recited the mysterious ancient scriptures, so he didn't see that he was reciting the scriptures is a change of Xiao Cong, when he saw that the scriptures he recited had an effect on Yin Nuo and turned around to show off to Xiao Cong, he found that the other party was looking at him with a pair of intriguing eyes, such eyes never seemed to appear in Xiao Cong's eyes looking at him, so at this time he felt a little panicked, he didn't know why, and said:

"Brother, what's wrong, where am I...... Is it wrong?"

Xiao Cong's eyes were incomprehensible, he shook his head, and said in a firm tone:

"A good word. ”

"Then why do you look at me like this?" Hongxiang's eyes dodged, and his tone was a little timid.

Xiao Cong smiled, his tone suddenly became relaxed, and asked:

"This scripture is so difficult to memorize, how did you memorize it, is it that your laziness is all a symptom, and you have always worked so hard?"

Hongxiang smiled, scratched his head and said embarrassedly:

"Why, I'm ......"

As he was talking, he turned his head to look at Yin Nuo, who was still indulging in a wonderful feeling, his tone was a little more obscure, and his voice was a little lower.

"I memorized it after that baptism, and I didn't actually memorize it on my own initiative, but these things slowly emerged in my heart, and over time it became a whole, and I don't know what happened. ”

Xiao Cong smiled kindly, looked at Hongxiang for a moment, and said lightly with a little teasing:

"Oh, I see, you're really lucky, I don't have such a wonderful experience, how can any good thing fall on you, I really picked up a treasure. ”

A trace of panic flashed in Hongxiang's eyes, and this panic completely fell in Xiao Cong's eyes, but he didn't react, just quietly watched Hongxiang put his fingers between his teeth and bite gently, his face was sleepy, and after a while, he raised his head and replied seriously:

"My brother has a lot of knowledge and knows so many things, has he learned some exercises that are contrary to the mysterious ancient scriptures, or is there something on his body that is contrary to the mysterious ancient scriptures that hinders this matter?"

Xiao Cong's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, he took a breath lightly, and then secretly pondered it, and after a while, he muttered:

"It seems to make some sense......

Hongxiang's eyes lit up, and he hit the railway while it was hot:

"Something!"

Xiao Cong didn't answer, but glanced at Hongxiang and said slowly:

"What are you talking about?"

Hongxiang pouted with a displeased face, and said angrily:

"Hmph, brother, you're not real at all, or I'm showing you the way!"

Xiao Cong smiled, angry and angry:

"If you don't tell you, what can you do with me?"

Hongxiang's little teeth were bitten and creaked, but he was helpless about Xiao Cong's rogue behavior, and in order to find the steps, he could only hate and say:

"Hmph, today's roast snow chicken at noon, I won't even give you the chicken butt!"

In this regard, Xiao Cong sneered a few times and dismissed.

Hongxiang stretched out a small hand to Xiao Cong's eyes, just stretched it out, but did not speak, Xiao Cong was full of surprise, and asked:

"What!"

"Zuo-material-" Hongxiang's voice was thick and long, and this was his only remaining resistance.

Xiao Cong smashed his mouth, slapped the condiment bag into Hongxiang's open little hand, and said arrogantly:

"Take it, no thanks. ”

Hongxiang rolled his eyes widely, lost his "cut", and then turned around and walked out of the tent in a huff.

When Yin Nuo came back to his senses, Xiao Cong asked him about his feelings when listening to the mysterious ancient scriptures, Yin Nuo's description was similar to Xiao Cong's feelings, the most important thing is that Yin Nuo said that he felt a lot calmer after listening to the mysterious ancient scriptures, and there seemed to be something missing in his life, and it seemed that there was something more, in short, this benefit felt real but self-evident, Yin Nuo's answer made Xiao Cong more convinced that he and Hongxiang's calmness after entering the Valley of Forgotten Life was due to the mysterious ancient scriptures, which was of great significance to him in the future, but with Hongxiang's treasure by his side, he didn't have any special thoughts about it- Anyway, no matter whether this guy is useful or not, he will do his best to protect him, but if he can, coercion and temptation, the mysterious ancient scriptures, Xiao Cong is willing to let Hongxiang recite it to him and Yin Nuo once a day, after all, the more famous soldiers, the more the merrier, and be prepared.