A few lines of poetry, hiding a lot of pride!

Thinking about what it looked like back then, what was it like after Fu?

Hold a sword to cut the red dust, ride a turtle and sit in Hujin!

This may be the freehand of Fushigo's life.

Ye Changtian looked back and forth several times before he looked up at Sang Luo and asked softly, "Fu Hou, who is it?"

Sang Luo looked at Ye Changtian and hesitated slightly, but finally said, "You come with me." ”

After speaking, Sang Luo walked to the staircase, raised his feet and went upstairs, Ye Changtian followed him, until he reached the third floor, each floor was full of ancient books and ancient books, Ye Changtian reached out to take the book several times, but he couldn't take it, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"Don't waste your efforts, the books here are all left here after Fuhou, and they are all banned, and only those who practice the Sangluo Gong can afford to hold the books. Sang Luo didn't reply, so he said to Ye Changtian, who had a sad face.

Ye Changtian gave up abruptly, these books seem to have a lot of classical books, as well as a lot of words that he doesn't know. Although there are books in small seal script, it is estimated that it is less than one-tenth of all the books in the collection.

"Do you know all the words here?"

Ye Changtian's fingers slid across the bookshelf and asked while looking at the name on the back of the book.

"Of course not. Sang Luo looked back and smiled, not ashamed at all, and continued: "I'm not old and stubborn, how can I know so many types of words, it is said that some words are ten thousand years ago, and most of the people who know these words have fallen, and over time, it has become a dry book that is difficult to decipher." ”

Ye Changtian was a little disappointed, if Sang Luo could understand the ancient characters, then why did he need to make up the "Xuantian Ghost Documentary". It's a pity, it seems that if you want to decipher ancient characters, you can only go this way.

Thinking about the mountain in front of him, Ye Changtian wanted to frown.

Forget it, although the mountain is high, it will eventually be at the foot.

I climb every day, and I always reach the top.

It is better to die in the middle than to stand at the foot of the mountain and look up!

"It seems that your knowledge is no more than that. ”

Ye Changtian said softly, and his footsteps stopped in front of the black bookshelf, in which there were no longer ancient books stacked vertically, but on the lattice of the bookshelf, a few ancient books were calmly placed.

There are hundreds of shelves, but there are only ten books, scattered in different locations.

The reason why Ye Changtian stopped was because of the book in front of him, and he could recognize the words on it!

"Luoshui!"

This is a book written in tadpole script!

Sang Luo saw Ye Changtian stop, couldn't help but walk back, looked at this bookshelf, and said softly: "The books here seem to be lost, all the bookshelves, only this one is the most special, I have searched, there is nothing special here." ”

Ye Changtian stretched out his hand and put his hand on "Luoshui".

"Don't make up your mind anymore, if you haven't practiced the Sangluo Exercises, it's impossible for you to ......"

Sang Luo's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost, he rubbed his eyes, and looked at it, but found that Ye Changtian had the ancient book in his hand.

"How is that possible!" said Sang Luo, surprised.

Ye Changtian ignored Sang Luo, and only felt that the book was a little kind, not the kindness of the text, but the kindness of the book itself, specifically, the intimacy brought by the material of the book.

Ye Changtian gently unfolded a page, and there were tadpole texts in the book, which seemed to be directionless, like starlight.

Ye Changtian touched his hand slightly, and a tadpole text swam out of the book, floating in front of him, like excited starlight.

Ye Changtian finally knew where this familiar feeling came from!

This book is a paper made from the branches of the star tree, and the star light spot is refined into tadpole text, and sealed in this book!

In the Fusang space, the star tree also moves without wind, as if it perceives a distant memory, and countless star spots of light continue to fall, like stars twinkling, pouring the world.

The Star Tree must have come from this netherworld.

These books have a resonance with the Star Tree, and this resonance seems to have broken the prohibition of Fuhouhou.

I don't understand!

Ye Changtian was a little depressed, the Xuantian Ghost Atlas was still too few, only three pages, and he couldn't decipher a book at all!

Ye Changtian put down the book casually, looked at Sang Luo, and said, "What are you doing in a daze, lead the way." ”

Sang Luo stepped forward in extreme depression, walked around Ye Changtian twice, tried to widen his slender eyes, and asked, "Are you from the Holy Spirit Clan?"

Ye Changtian shook his head very dryly, he is a pure-bred human being, not a group of creatures of the dark world like you.

"Have you practiced the Sang Luo Technique?" Sang Luo then asked.

Ye Changtian continued to shake his head and said, "My understanding of Sangluo is just a plant that can make wine. For example, mulberry can make wine, grass withered can call eagles, and at this time in life, the spirit increases tenfold. As for what kind of exercises, I don't know anything. ”

Sang Luo was deeply suspicious, he walked to the bookshelf, he didn't run the exercises, he still couldn't hold the book, and he could pick up the book by running the exercises, the ban was not broken, this guy, how did he do it?

Ye Changtian shrugged his shoulders and said that he was innocent.

Sang Luo snorted, no longer cared, and led Ye Changtian into a room, where there were still a lot of classics, some of which turned out to be immortal-level cultivators, which made Ye Changtian's eyes widen.

"Don't look around, these are the trophies that Lord Fushigo has stolen from you humans, and they are the pride of our Holy Spirit clan. Sang Luo was very dissatisfied with Ye Changtian's looking around, walked inside, took out a wooden box from a bookshelf, carefully placed it on the table, and said to Ye Changtian: "This is the autobiography of Fu Hou, you can take a good look." ”

Ye Changtian sat down and looked at Sang Luo, Sang Luo snorted, took the initiative to open the wooden box, and then pushed the wooden box to Ye Changtian, and said a little angrily: "Are humans so careful?

Ye Changtian looked down and saw that there was a book lying in the wooden box, which was written in a small seal, which could be understood.

"I'm reading a book, what are you doing here?" Ye Changtian took out the book and asked Sang Luo on the side.

"You read the book, I look at you. Sang Luo replied seriously.

Ye Changtian rubbed his forehead, this sentence is not a little ambiguous, but a kind of staring, it is clear that he is not worried about himself, he is sorry to steal a few books from you, as for the little eyes always looking at himself, it is really ......

"I'm thin-skinned, just don't stare at me, there's still a place over there, please sit farther away......" After Ye Changtian finished speaking, he saw Sang Luo's indignant eyes, as well as the hand that was placed on top of the hair, and a cloud hairpin seemed to be ready to pull out at any time.

"I think the location here is quite spacious, you can sit down......" Ye Changtian hurriedly changed his words.

Ignoring Sang Luo, looking through the autobiography of Fu Hou, I found that this is a powerful life!

After Fuhou, the strongest person of the Holy Spirit Clan, whose status is comparable to that of the Holy Spirit Ancestor, is a true legend.

And this legendary person is actually a woman!

Fu Hou became famous 6,000 years ago, and it only took 500 years to become the Holy Spirit Dao Venerable, leading the Holy Spirit Clan to attack all the stars, and making a superb contribution to the existence and continuation of the Holy Spirit Clan.

But what surprised Ye Changtian was that the cosmic stars that Fu Hou attacked did not seem to belong to the category of the Immortal Realm.

Six thousand years ago, the Immortal Realm was in the post-Taisu era, and then it was the Void Pole (Ruthless) Immortal Emperor and the ghost cultivator and demon cultivator who fought for a thousand years, and then there was the Void Pole Era. But in this long history, I have never heard of the name Fushihou.

There are countless classics in Fusang space, and some miscellaneous records are even more complicated, but there has never been a name of Fuhou.

These illustrate one point, the time and the immortal realm that exist after Fu Hou may be the same dimension, but the space where it is located may not have intersection, at least at the beginning of the formation of the Taisu Canon, there was no intersection.

As for whether Empress Fu went to the Immortal Realm later, and where did she steal so many people to practice the exercises, there is no record of it even in her autobiography.

I guess it's not a good thing to sneak after all, so I'm ashamed to talk about it.

Fuhou's autobiography is very boring, and it is obviously dealt with by the Spring and Autumn penmanship, leaving only simple events, and never involving Fuhou's own state of mind, views and emotions.

Cold historical symbols, only desolate past.

Ye Changtian couldn't touch the person who Fu Hou, and he didn't even have a trace of understanding of his appearance and heart.

Two hours later, Ye Changtian closed the book and put it back in the wooden box.

How big is the universe?

How many points can the fairy realm occupy?

Outside of the Immortal Realm, how much dark power is there?

Who maintains the balance between the forces of light and darkness?

Where did she go?

Why is there so much treasure left behind, but it has never been seen again?

The autobiographical record stays at a thousand years ago, which shows that Fuhou was still alive at least a thousand years ago.

I guess it's not dead now.

The more you see and the more you know, the more you discover your ignorance.

The questions are endless.

"How is it, are there any clues?" Sang Luo asked expectantly.

Ye Changtian shook his head and said, "There are more than 13,000 incidents recorded here, but none of them mention the word Sangluo or Luosang. ”

Sang Luo nodded helplessly, leaned on the table, silently hugged his knees, sighed and said: "You are a human being, it stands to reason that I should hate you and kill you, but I don't know why, I always feel that you have some familiar smell, so I can't afford to kill." ”

Ye Changtian retracted his breath, got up and picked up the wooden box, put the wooden box back in its original position, walked back and said, "Maybe it's because you haven't seen a human for a long time. Can I ask you a question?"

Sang Luo nodded and looked at Ye Changtian.

"You demon clan, no, it's the Holy Spirit clan, aren't you free to change, are you a man or a woman?" Ye Changtian asked seriously.

"You!"

Sang Luohuo got up, a cloud hairpin had already started, pointed at Ye Changtian, with an angry expression on his delicate face, and shouted hatefully: "Of course I am a woman! If you are so rude, I will kill you!"

Ye Changtian hurriedly took two steps back, and said in his heart, if it is a woman, it is a woman, as for being so angry, it is great that you will be a man in your next life, I will let you ask once, and we will tie ......

Don't dare to talk nonsense, the power of this cloud hairpin is not small, last time I was distracted, I was almost pierced through the head by this hairpin, it's better to be careful.

Ye Changtian still had some doubts, aren't these people disembodied except for their bodies? How can they be divided between men and women? Like the wolf soldiers he encountered, he also changed women, so how can he calculate, is it a man or a woman?

Ye Changtian really wanted to discuss with Sang Luo the theory of human evolution and the reproduction of civilization, and warned these Holy Spirit Clansmen that there was no distinction between men and women, and that they made people out of mud...... But looking at the shiny and murderous Sang Luo, forget it.

"If you want to find Sangluo, let's start with the poems behind the volt. ”

Ye Changtian sat down, fearless of Sangluo's murderous intentions, and said with a smile: "If the secret is hidden, it will always be discovered, in this poem, there are indeed some directions, if you can understand it, you may not be able to find out the so-called Sangluo." ”

Sang Luopan sat down, put the poems on the table again, looked at the familiar words, sighed secretly, he had guessed for ten years, but he had never found the secret, the man in front of him was just a human being, how could he understand the existence of Sang Luo.

Now, I can only be a dead horse and a live horse doctor......