Lian Wuxin stares at Qingxi, who is this pure and immaculate boy? Why did he live alone in the 100,000 mountains, why did he forget everything, but he retained the immortal body, and even the immortal power, but he didn't know how to use it.

The click sounded a full eighteen times, and all eighteen hidden compartments were opened, each of which contained priceless treasures, rare and precious medicinal materials, top-notch martial arts, and world-class sword treasures. These are all treasures that Li Yangcheng has collected in his life, and there are even treasures handed down by his predecessors, of course, now these things have a new owner, practice Wuxin.

Lian Wuxin took out all the treasures from the dark grid and threw them into the internal space of Qingxi.

Only a strong person whose realm has reached the seventh order can cultivate the internal organ space, which is equivalent to opening up a small world in the body, which can be used to store items at the beginning, and the stronger the strength, the more functions of the small world will be.

And Qingxi, his small world, seems to exist by nature, and it is very perfect, it seems to be a paradise inside, and it is very open, it is open that she can't imagine, she has lived in the heavenly realm for thousands of years, and she has never seen such an open small world, as if it is a real world, not a small world cultivated.

When putting in the last item, Lian Wuxin's hand paused, holding a scroll in her hand, for some reason she was in this mood, she suddenly wanted to open it and take a look.

So she opened it, this was not the secret book of exercises she expected, but a portrait, the canvas was yellowed, obviously after a long time, it was not easy to maintain it like this.

Lian Wuxin looked surprised, not surprised at how beautiful the person in the painting was, but surprised that the appearance of the person in the painting was exactly the same as one of her celestial friends.

Under the portrait, lines of small characters leap into the eye, writing the life of the person in the painting.

Her name is Li Zhixue, the origin of the prosperity of the Li family, the only immortal ancestor of the Li family, three thousand years ago, the martial arts cultivated to the seventh order, shattered the void with the mortal body, and soared into an immortal.

It turns out that Zhixue's home is here.

The person in the painting is not just a celestial friend who looks like her, but a portrait of her celestial friend before becoming an immortal.

Look at Li Yangcheng such a treasure, I'm afraid that this is it, it must be a unique book, if even the portrait of his ancestors is stolen, will he be so angry that he vomits blood?

Lian Wuxin chuckled, she asked Li Yangcheng to vomit blood in anger, it is best to vomit dry, try to vomit a little more if she doesn't vomit, move her wrist lightly, and the portrait was placed into Qingxi's internal organs without hesitation.

Lian didn't want to laugh, Qingxi also laughed, looking at the appearance of the master's villain, smiling like a crescent moon, he was also in a good mood.

When she exited the secret room, she didn't forget to empty the secret room, even the broken sword discarded in the corner, and the picture was clean and clean, and gave Li Yangcheng a pure clean space.

When the two left the secret room, none of the stunned guards woke up, still dreaming of their Spring and Autumn Festival, you can think of how miserable their fate will be, ha, but this is not what Lian Wuxin cares about, just like she Lian Wuxin was arrested by Li Yangcheng and locked up the small black house, and no one will worry about her.

Out of the secret room, Lian Wuxin wanted to leave just like that, but when she heard something, she suddenly decided not to leave, and dragged Qingxi back to their little black room.