Pei Ye was stunned for a while, and raised his hand again, it was not an illusion, he really manipulated this body, and the cold wind poured in from the doorway, blowing the cold hairs on his skin.

Pei Ye wrapped his clothes, and as soon as he went out, he suffocated his mouth and nose, he didn't know how Yang Yan adjusted his breathing just now, in short, at this time, he could only support himself with his true qi.

As far as the eye can see, the entire realm of lakes and mountains is already bleak.

It was not night, but the silence of the gray, with no lights, no leaves, no color. Like a painting, they have once again become dead "scenes", and there is no longer the flow of time.

Except where this body is.

With a circle of about four or five zhang in the center, the world came to life again, the remnants of snow on the rocks were lit up again, and the wind hit the cheeks with strength and force.

He looked down and roughly understood that this was the real difficult handwriting of this [Zhaoyu] device, after everything was quiet, it could allow the owner to walk freely and casually through this former world, just like consulting his own study.

Pei Ye stood still for a while, lifted his legs and went back to the mountain.

I came back to the hall just now.

He pushed the door straight in, only a cold pitch black, at this time, there was really no one here, the footsteps of the lonely man echoed, Pei Ye came to the back of the hall, the huge iron lock had disappeared, this door had obviously been opened and checked, and now it was replaced by a small lock the size of a palm and hung on it, chatting for sealing.

Pei Ye used his true qi to break the chain and pushed the door open.

It's gray.

It was as if the chaos of a dream had descended on this reality, and behind the door was not anything real or scene, but just a cloud of mist-like things, with no edges to see and no shape.

Pei Ye tried to step in, but the four or five feet of "real field" around him dissolved in it, and the body was stopped here, as if this was the boundary it could reach.

Pei Li retreated, looked at it quietly, and thought about it, and suddenly a chirping birdsong sounded in his ears.

The cold but much milder morning breeze hit his face, Pei Ye came back to his senses in a daze, the bright sky light was shining down, and the pupils of the jade pendant in his hand had been closed.

The night has passed, and a new day has begun.

"You've been in for a long time, so I told the Sword Master that he didn't supply any more true qi." Black Cat said, "Did you find anything?" ”

Pei Ye took a deep breath, rubbed his somewhat stiff cheeks, and had not slept all night, and the whole person was a little sluggish: "Let's talk about it on the road." ”

Ride a horse and set off, stop for a meal in the town in front, and then continue to go south, this is the route set yesterday, along this past Xiangzhou, today before sunset you can see the mountain shadow of "Da Kongtong".

Therefore, it should be based on 'people' as the core to complete the record of the past." "It is impossible to record everything that has happened in such a vast area for thousands of years into such a pendant, and there is no need to record such repetitive information books as butterflies breaking cocoons and trees falling leaves." However, choosing to use people as a mirror solves both the problems of 'feasible' and 'useful'.

In other words, it is not a rubbing of the valley, but actually a record of the experiences of the people on this land, and then pieced together the world with what countless people saw, heard, and felt. So when it wants to present everything to you, it also needs to be decoded by someone who once existed. ”

Pei Ye thought that with the walking of 'Yang Yan', the dead and silent world came alive, and nodded slowly: "So 'Yang Yan' can't enter that door because"

"Because he's never been there." The black cat said softly.

"So. Someone must have been. ”

The black cat looked at him, and the young man spit out a name: "Meng Li." ”

He had gradually understood the mechanism of the pendant in his hand - he could see the corner of the paper under the Buddha statue because it had indeed appeared in Yang Yan's field of vision, and he could really take it out, and there was really handwriting on it, because Meng Li's experience had also been properly recorded.

"I want to see what Meng Li did during that time." Pei Ye said softly.

In this experience, Yang Yan is like a child with dark eyes, ignoring all the clues in front of him, before that, Meng Li and Qu Zhoufu were preparing themselves for the black clouds that were about to crush the city, and the young man's sluggish nerves blinded everything wrong, so when the disaster really came, he could only face the final picture at a loss.

"But we should have only seen him once." Black Catway.

——In the rainy night, the sword with flying hair cast in the air, the third style of "Avalanche Snow", the sword intent of the obscure is brilliant and dazzling, like lighting a mountain as a snow candle.

And to open a tributary, you have to be familiar with the people in it.

"I could see him many times in there." Pei Ye gently stroked the white pendant in his hand.

The black cat was stunned for a moment, and then understood the true use of this artifact.

- As long as you are in this realm of candlelight, no matter where your secret is hidden, the owner can climb it out from the shallowest layer.

Even if he had never seen that person, even if he had never set foot in this place.

"I will know everything that 'Yang Yan' can know first, and after 'knowing' Meng Li."

"You can start his 'tributary'."

"No, I don't want to waste that time." Pei Ye said softly, "We went directly to that night, and through his experience, we can see what the top of the mountain is." ”

The ferry horse flew away.

The day's journey passed quickly, and as the dark shadows on the horizon pressed over them, the sun on the right began to sink below the horizon.

Pei Ye, who had been thinking silently all the way, came back to his senses at this time and reined in his horse at the foot of the mountain: "Miss Ming, should we rush over at night, or stop for one night first?" ”

"It's up to you."

"Stop." The black cat said softly at this time, "Hurry is also wrong." ”

It looked at the young man as he said this, Pei Li looked at the horse for a while, nodded and dismounted and began to clean up the camp.

In order to keep it straight, Pei Li did not consider passing through villages and towns when he sketched the route, and there was nowhere to rely on it at this time, but in fact, the only thing they needed to replenish was horses.

After finding the water source of the grassland, Pei Ye drank the horse and came back with the only processed rabbit, raised the bonfire and roasted it. Ming Qitian still barely eats and drinks, and even the fireworks raised by the young man are not very disturbed, so after taking a food pill, he leaned under a tall tree, and quietly flipped through a sword book.

Pei Lili removed the traces, walked over with the ancient book, and saw that the woman was seriously raising the pen to annotate on the page, so he sat down quietly on the side, and sat quietly without saying a word.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ming Qitian put down her pen, and a chapter ended, and she turned more than half of the booklet in her hand.

The name of the new chapter was revealed, and Pei Ye turned his head to look at it, "Song Fog Sword Song Speaking of Fog".

"Is this a swordsmanship?" Pei Li remembered at this time that he had been flipping through this booklet all day today.

In the matter of the Huan Death Building, the woman did her best to answer all questions, but she was not actively keen on the truth behind the fog, along the way, Pei Ye and the black cat kept talking in a low voice, and she had been quietly holding a book and reading it on the side.

"Kongtong's swordsmanship." Ming Qitian nodded, "When I went to ask for the sword two days ago, there was a disciple who made this sword very well, and I promised to help him make an annotation and return it the next day." But when I returned to Bowang that night, I was stuck in my hands. Thankfully, I had time to make it up tonight. ”

He tilted his head and said: "I'll tell you about this "Immortal in the Earth" first. ”

"Don't be in a hurry, girl, I'll be a few days early and a few days late, it's nothing, you approve this book with a deadline first." Pei Ye shook his head, "I just found something in Peizhong, I'll take a look." ”

"That's okay, I'll finish the note in about two hours, and if you don't rest at that time, we'll talk about this original sword."

"Okay."

Once again, I came to the cold realm.

It was still the night before dawn, Pei Ye walked down the mountain and came to Meng Li's courtyard.

The mess here made Pei Ye not expect that it was obviously a trace that had been greatly examined, from the outside to the inside, and none of them were still the same. Pei Ye came to the table, and the blue book was no longer visible.

Looking back into the room, the bookshelves were toppled and the books were in disarray, and next to it was a rather large iron basin filled with paper ashes.

Pei Ye thought for a while and pulled the time forward.

Everything in front of him suddenly flashed back, the figures were scattered, and the ghosts, disciples, and elders of the sect appeared and left one after another, and then the picture came to the evening of the last day. Nothing has happened yet, this small courtyard is neat and peaceful, it is what Yang Yan looked like when he first came in with a knife.

Meng Li squatted in front of the brazier and threw a book taken off the bookshelf into it, the firelight reflecting his silent face.

He burned it himself.

Pei Ye stopped at this moment and turned his head to look, and the blue book on the table was still there.

Pei Ye walked to the table and gently opened it.

A large number of excerpts of sentences, interspersed with obscure and unfamiliar terms, were put together by the man's own thoughts—a description, and then the pages that followed were explanations or extensions of the description.

Pei Ye has actually seen this kind of style, in the books related to Huang Jadeite, there are ancestors in Yufeishan who listed the most difficult paragraphs as several chapters, called "[Washing Trees and Copper Shadows] Collection Interpretation".

And in this "Collected Interpretation", the man is also trying to understand something.

Pei Ye slowly turned through the pages. It's a formation.

Pei Ye frowned and stopped his fingers, held down the book, and went back again—he had to find the beginning where everything hadn't happened yet.

The book slowly came back to new shapes, with fewer and fewer pages used, and finally back to when it was first taken out.

It was still this small courtyard, the cold wind outside disappeared, Pei Ye turned his head to look, the sunset was setting, and a few light mountain flowers were slowly swaying outside the window.

Meng Li's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

He fiddled messily with the shelves, and finally pulled out the relatively blank book, tore off the used paper of the previous pages, and copied the book he had brought from the library to a large extent.

Pei Li glanced at the article, it was "Array Sayings, Ancient Formations, Zhou".

Pei Ye was silent for a while, and this time he focused on the man in front of him and went back again. This time, he finally saw what the beginning looked like.

One night.

This should be the time when nothing really happened, in front of the dark and lonely mountain pass, a figure sneakily walked from inside, quietly opened a gap in the mountain gate, and waited anxiously.

Yang Yan.

After a while, a sturdy figure swept in from outside, Yang Yan closed the mountain gate in surprise, Meng Li stood still, panting for white vapor and opening his arms, and a tightly wrapped package was revealed.

"Fossil scattered! With this, we can open that cave in two days. The young man's crooked eyes shone brightly in the night.

The cave is a cave on the cliff wall that has been artificially sealed.

Pei Ye followed their footsteps and came here, on the other side of the high forest, the most secluded place in this valley.

I think it was the traces of its sealing twenty or thirty years ago that attracted the attention of the two young people, and it was sealed extremely hard to death, so Meng Li, who was accustomed to wandering out of the valley, got the fossils scattered.

After Pei Ye pulled the time to three nights, there was a hole in front of him that could be drilled and climbed.

Yang Yan's body is considered to be at ease, and Pei Ye drills into it. It's not a monster secret realm, it's just a huge pile of debris.

Tables, chairs, bed tables, broken wooden beams, all in a mess, except for energetic teenagers, no one likes to come here.

The two brothers were indeed excited to regard this place as a secret treasure house, Pei Ye watched them appear here day by day, and the junior brother ran around digging for new things, and this ruin gradually became orderly in the hands of the senior brother.

It turned out to be a "treasure trove", and they always found something amazing—a specious artifact like the "Knife Wire", which was found here again and again.

Until one day he was almost caught by the master.

Fortunately, the senior brother was not there at this time, and the senior brother was sensitive and calm.

"You just jumped off a cliff?"

"It's not. It's on the tree. ”

"What are you doing running up the tree?"

"When I practice a palm move, the higher it is, the more powerful it becomes." Meng Li's face did not change color.

"More and more capable of pulling your ass."

Meng Li jumped up, clapped his high-fives, and the dust and fallen leaves bloomed into a lotus flower.

He really would.

Pei Li could feel the joy of the man in this scene standing on the side, in fact, he didn't think that he must hide this matter from the master, but he was really happy to be able to block the master's mouth like this.

"Master, when you're old, don't always go out and hang out, beware of the cold." Meng Li said with a smile.

"I'm wandering around the valley and it's called wandering? Before you become a homemaker, do you want to hide your teacher? Qu Zhoufu glanced at him, "You are, don't go out and hang around every day, you learn all bullshit martial arts - and this place, don't get old if you have nothing to do." ”

Meng Li smiled: "I'm going to be eight years soon, you should pass on the throne as soon as possible, after so many years, you can't even ascend to the Xuanmen, and you also said that you were a little genius when you were young."

“.” Qu Zhoufu glanced at him, but he rarely didn't move, "What's the hurry, it's time to pass it. It's still undecided. ”

"Can you still pass it on to Yang Yan?" 'Yang Yan' looked at him expressionlessly from the side, and Meng Li couldn't help but laugh very impolitely.

Qu Zhoufu turned to leave, Meng Li made it look like he was about to jump into the treetops again as if nothing happened, but there was no sound of jumping up, Pei Ye withdrew his gaze from the old man's already weak back, and heard the man next to him mutter: "Master is indeed aging too fast. Isn't there some kind of disease? ”

Pei Ye looked at the man, and there was some melancholy on this silent and handsome face.

Of course, he didn't really practice the palm again, the old man's back disappeared, and the man drilled back from the hidden hole. Pei Ye was standing here stirring up time—if anything would happen from the inside of this peaceful valley that had been the same for decades, it would probably only be this cave that Qu Zhoufu was vigilant and his senior brother stole into.

Figures came and went, the two laughed and laughed, and Pei Ye stood motionless in the corner. Until thirteen days later.

Pei Ye saw Meng Li's stiff figure.

He is sorting out the books and papers in these miscellaneous items, and the most interesting parts have been basically sorted out, and the junior brother doesn't like these words very much, Meng Li often comes to classify them these days.

Many times he took a look at the content on it, and gradually a question began to linger in his heart - these small magic weapons that seemed to amaze him by pinching them casually, these special insights and talented pen and ink, this whole pile of debris, who did it come from?

Now it's a new collection, and a note runs across his present.

Pei Ye pressed the pause and walked behind him.

Beneath the candle, the somewhat moldy note could still make out the sharp handwriting he had seen many times.

"Qu Zhoufu, Master's life is prematurely senile, and the Xuanmen is blocked, just because every fifteen days, the star insects have to eat gas once! Tomorrow is Bailu, if you don't believe it, try to give him a palm, see if he has eight lives, and can catch your seven lives! ”

- "Our lakes and mountains are the rations of fucking bugs!" ”

(End of chapter)