"Crane Ming Daoren...... What exactly is a Crane Ming Daoist? ”

Zhong Yan asked in a low voice.

[It turns out that there is no legend of the old man here, hehe, how many things have been done through the ages, all of them are laughing and talking, even if the old man has ascended to the mysteries, can he not withstand the tempering of time? 】

Although the words that appeared in Zhong Yan's field of vision were still ordinary, they revealed a sense of sadness and nostalgia.

[The old man traveled in Taixu, created his own Taoism, can return the soul of the fairy sand, come back to life, prolong life in Tai Sui, live forever, take the demon and detain the ghost, and the recruitment of Digang is not a problem, as long as the old man's Taoism is cultivated, he will eventually be able to transform and ascend to the Xuan, and reach the way of heaven]

It boasted.

“...... It's really so powerful, why do the Crane Ming Dao people use the nameless? ”

Zhong Yan discovered Huadian.

[Ahem, that's not what the old man can know, the old man is just a wisp of remnant soul, one of the back hands left by the Heming Daoist on this scripture, he only knows what happened before it was inscribed, as for the history after that, he doesn't know at all]

Zhong Yan had never heard of the name of the Crane Ming Daoist, of course, the vastness of Shenzhou, the long history of [Taixu], Zhong Yan had not heard of many things, and he did not question it first, and then question the statement of the remnant soul of the Crane Ming Daoist.

It's just that the human skin scroll itself is an evil and cruel thing, and the spells recorded on it are extremely evil and dark, and Zhong Yan estimates that it shouldn't be a good thing to touch the Crane Ming Daoist.

He even had a little suspicion that the reason why the Great Departure Dynasty became like that might be caused by left-handed demons like Heming Daoren.

After all, the large arrays and spells used by those insects to absorb spiritual energy were eight points similar to those recorded on this human skin scroll, and it was difficult for people not to connect them.

[Xiaoyou, read on the face that the old man helped you before, it is better to visualize the old man, whether it is the magic method of immortality, or the way of ascending to the metamorphosis, you can all get it, the old man has never looked away, Xiaoyou, you are born to be a good material for cultivating this method! ] 】

It persuaded him like a seductive persuasion, trying to make Zhong Yan visualize the charm of martial arts and condense the exercises.

"Not interested."

Zhong Yan flatly refused.

It's not that he likes to say no to self-righteous people the most, but this crane Ming Daoist looks extremely evil, and maybe he will be taken away by the demon knife like a bloody knife monk when he thinks about it.

Moreover, Zhong Yan has "The Book Listener", and the martial arts he listened to by himself are more suitable for him, and the exercises visualized by this unknown scripture may still conflict with the "Taixu Divine Sword".

[Xiaoyou, you are really strange, others are eager to understand martial arts, but you are unmoved, it doesn't seem to be an excuse, hehe, interesting, interesting]

Zhong Yan didn't answer, but thought of something.

He Xiaoxiao of Ningxiangfang and the two masters of the bloody knife fallen monk came specially to come, it must be for this human skin scroll, the martial arts contained in this thing, it is estimated that it is possible to point directly to the exterior scene, if such a thing falls into the rivers and lakes, it can at least set off a bloody storm.

It's more or less the level of a sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits.

But the two of them chose to leave in a hurry after Ruan Bai showed his sheath, which naturally had part of Ruan Bailu's deterrence and Zhong Yan's unexpected play, but it was not only that.

“...... Their target is you, no, no. ”

Zhong Yan muttered.

[Xiaoyou, you have a good brain, the old man didn't expect you to think of this layer, you are really suitable for cultivating the old man's Dao]

The cold words loomed.

"The [Taixu] relics can not only condense martial arts, but also know the relevant history, they didn't work hard for this human skin scroll, because their most important goal is the history on it...... In other words, the Tao of the Crane Ming Taoist. ”

Zhong Yan said softly.

"The Blood Knife Fallen Monk was originally taken away by the Demon Knife, and he was born in [Taixu], but he actually knows these words!"

Everything is connected in series, and Zhong Yan has a feeling of sudden epiphany.

"It seems that Zuo Dao has a deep connection with the Crane Ming Dao people."

Zhong Yan thought that he put down the human skin scroll, and the disturbances in his field of vision immediately disappeared, and he couldn't run out anymore, and the scroll trembled slightly, as if he was protesting silently.

"If you don't take it with a firm will, maybe you will think that you have encountered some adventure, the old man of the ring, and finally be deceived by the remnant soul of the Crane Ming Daoist and fall into the devil's path."

He quipped, looking at the judge's pen again.

Obviously, there is no Zhao Wuyang's soul lodged in this one, but Zhong Yan played with it for a while, and he understood why Ruan Bailu said that this thing was special.

This judge's pen also contains a history of [Taixu], a martial arts, but the grade is definitely very low, which is higher than Zhao Wuyang's level.

The wonderful thing is that as long as he holds it in his hand, the moves of the judge's pen stick to Zhong Yan's brain like a spider's web, so that he can use it like a veteran who has been practicing for many years, and once he puts it down, this knowledge is quickly pulled out of his brain, and Zhong Yan becomes a layman who doesn't know much about the judge's pen.

"After Zhao Wuyang's death, the inheritance of true meaning did not escape, but was attached to the pen of this judge, making it a relic like a [Taixu] relic, with extraordinary supernatural powers, and it can also be used to condense again, so that the people of the Shenzhou world can't condense the true meaning, engrave it on things, and form a relic that can be comprehended? Is this the characteristic of [too void] or ......"

Zhong Yan had new questions, and at the same time, he had some understanding.

No wonder Ruan Bailu said that if he realized the "Taixu Divine Sword", don't make a noise, according to Zhong Yan's current strength, he will be slaughtered by a few exterior scenes casually when he goes out, and maybe after death, the inheritance of true intention will be condensed to obscurity and become a brand-new [Taixu] relic.

"It's useless for me to keep this thing, if I have the chance, I can exchange it for some other natural treasures with the Zhao family, hmm, Ruan Bailu definitely doesn't like this thing, right?"

Zhong Yan glanced at Ruan Bailu with some weakness.

The girl changed into clean clothes and was resting on the bed, without the slightest intention of waking up.

Zhong Yan looked at her side face, the more he looked at it, the more he looked like Apo, the memories of the past came to his heart, he simply took a book on the history of Taixu, studied it intently, and didn't know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up, Zhong Yan felt that his body had almost recovered, and he didn't know if it was Ruan Bailu's elixir that was outstanding, or if it was his own true inheritance of forging body that was excellent.

got up and stretched, Zhong Yan suddenly found that he was covered with a blanket and two bowls of white porridge on the table.

He hurriedly looked in the direction of the bed, and Ruan Bailu was nowhere to be seen.

Standing up, Zhong Yan came to the door, just in time to see Ruan Bailu holding a dinner plate, and there was a plate of side dishes in the wooden plate.

“...... You're awake. ”

Ruan Bailu was a little hesitant for a moment, but quickly brought the plate in and put it on the table as a matter of course.

"There is white porridge and side dishes here, eat a little bit to restore your strength."

She said casually, glancing at the porridge bowl in front of Zhong Yan.

"Oh, thank you, Miss Ruan."

Zhong Yan picked up the bowl, put some side dishes into the porridge, and gulped a big sip.

Then his movements stalled.

As if slowing down a movie, Zhong Yan slowly put the bowl down.

"Miss Ruan, this is ......"

"I did it, what's wrong?"

Ruan Bailu picked up the porridge bowl, blew two breaths, and said as if he didn't care too much.

"When the real world is delicious, the heavenly delicacy, being able to drink the delicacies cooked by Miss Ruan's own hands is really a blessing that I have cultivated in three lifetimes, there is a way, the morning hears the Tao, it is okay to die at night, this porridge is my way!"

Zhong Yan reluctantly swallowed the weird-tasting "white porridge" and immediately praised it.

He remembered that the reason why he learned to cook at that time was that in addition to the lack of taste of food in this world, Ruan Bailu's poor cooking skills were also a very important reason.

"Flim Flam...... Then you drink more, there is still a lot in the pot. ”

Ruan Bailu raised his eyebrows, but he did not refuse Zhong Yan's flattery, and then took a sip of his porridge bowl.

Her movements also stalled.