Su Wen didn't know that his little girl was being entangled by a bad old man at this time, but he did seem a little upset at this time.

It's not because of Su Yu's relationship, but because of these layers of war texts in his hand.

It has been almost half an hour since he came to this bookshelf and sat down, and the war texts that Su Wen has watched are only a few, and this efficiency is too low compared to his previous study of the characters of the demon and demon clans.

The reason is very simple, because every time you watch a battle text, the mental consumption of Su Wen is too huge.

It is true that these war texts preserved in the library have long been erased, and if they are simply memorized, there will not be the slightest danger to the viewer, but the strong war intent contained in them and the incomparably strong resentment of the writer are real.

This kind of fighting spirit and resentment is enough to affect Su Wen's mind and will, constantly stirring the peace in his heart, making him boil in blood, and he can't wait to immediately put pen to paper and fight the enemy to the death!

And just like what Lu Sanjiao built, Su Wen first chose to watch the war text created by the demon clan a hundred years ago.

At that time, it was the most war-torn era, and the demon race, the demon race, and the human race were fighting for life and death, so these war texts of the demon race were all full of hatred for human beings, as well as the resentment of broken mountains and rivers.

Su Wen was very conflicted in his heart, he knew that he shouldn't look at it anymore, otherwise he would probably be affected by this resentment in the middle of Zhan Wen, and if he was stricter, it might even cause him to hate the human race!

But at the same time. Su Wen was a little reluctant to see these incomparably precious war texts in his hands, although even if he left the library at this time, he could continue to read them next time. But he was still reluctant to let go.

Su Wen has always thought that his self-control is very good, in fact, whether in his previous life or in this life, he rarely loses his self-control.

Except for this moment.

With a deep sigh, Su Wen finally endured the incomparable curiosity and desire in his heart, and put the volumes of war literature back into the bookshelf, leaving only a piece of poetry.

"Let's look at the last article. From just now to now, I haven't seen what the poetry of the demons is like. Su Wen whispered, as if he had given himself an ultimatum. Then, with anticipation, he carefully unfolded the yellowed page of rice paper in his hand.

"Pathos".

This is the name of the poem, but Su Wen didn't have time to look at the artistic conception of this battle poem, so he was immediately stunned by the other two words under the title of the poem.

According to the record habits of the Continent of the Divine Word. Under the title of the poetic article. Nature is the author's name.

The signature of this song "Pathos" is two words that make Su Wen both familiar and unfamiliar.

Slaughter.

This battle poem was actually created by the last generation of demon lords of the demon clan!

Su Wen was just stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't wait to look down, he wanted to know, known as the most brutal guy in the history of the demon race, what is the literary talent of this demon lord?

"There are many swords and spears in the beast. The birds were screaming as much as they could.

What is the cause of the lamb's mouth, and there is no sound of slaughtering the door?"

A wail full of despair immediately sounded in Su Wen's ears. It was shocking and heartbroken, and there seemed to be countless sad and distorted faces in front of Su Wen's eyes, roaring, crying, and hesitating, which made Su Wen worry about it.

It was a demon tribesman who had been slaughtered by humans.

Su Wen didn't know why he saw these pictures, and he didn't know why he felt like he was there, but he knew that he was very dangerous at the moment, and if he was not careful, he would probably fall into the devil's path!

Since coming to the Sacred Word Continent, Su Wen has almost gone mad twice, once when he first tried to write the Analects in Lin Huaju, and the other time is now!

In the middle of Lin Hua that day, there was a Haoma who came by chance, and woke Su Wen up with a broken drink, so what about at this time?

Fortunately, Su Wen is still awake now, even if his eyes are completely inseparable from the battle poem in front of him, even if his hands are completely unable to close this page of rice paper again, he has not completely lost it.

However, how long can such sobriety last?

Su Wen tried to take his eyes off the words of the poem little by little, but found that it was almost impossible to accomplish, because the ink characters with traces of time were like heavy shackles, locking his eyes tightly, and he could never leave again.

Seeing that it was so fruitless, Su Wen tried to mess up his thoughts again, and began to recall some chaotic things in his mind, such as the topic of the college entrance examination essay that year, such as the delicious glutinous rice cake in the east of Linchuan City, and the strange man he met in the Wen City.

But no matter what Su Wen thought, the war and death in front of him still hadn't dissipated, and the desperate roar in his ears still hadn't stopped.

Su Wen felt that he was about to lose his breath.

At this moment, an incomparably majestic and vast aura emanated from Su Wen's arms, and a small gourd the size of a palm floated out of Su Wen's arms.

The next moment, in the library pavilion, Jin Mang was flourishing.

At the same moment, the old man who was waiting outside the library felt a strong fluctuation of talent for the first time, so he sat up in a half-asleep state.

Almost without the slightest hesitation, the old man waved his sleeves, and immediately, his wide sleeves were like an incomparably huge curtain, enveloping the entire library in an instant!

Among them, the talent will not be leaked again.

The old man's action was timely and correct, so no one noticed the incomparably strong talent fluctuation here.

But what the old man didn't know was that he still found out too late, but not for the surging talent, but for the glimmer of breath before the talent.

......

Yuge, who was sneaking underground, suddenly stopped, and he looked up into the distance with some confusion, but unfortunately he was in front of the hidden spring at this time, hundreds of feet above the ground, so there was only a dark and damp stone wall above his head, but no sky.

Nature. He couldn't look out at the breath in the distance.

But this did not stop him from frowning deeply, and after a long time, Yuge finally withdrew his gaze. Secretly whispered: "This can't be, it should just be some kind of relic that has been discovered." ”

After hesitating for a long time, Yuge still decided to finish the task at hand first, so he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and continued to walk towards the hidden spring in front of him.

He knew that Narushi was ahead.

At the same time, that day was by the desert river. The angler who sat side by side with Yuge also stood up, and the fishing rod in his hand was thrown aside so casually.

Even if Su Wensanden "Wen Yi Carries the Dao" at the beginning, although it was unexpected. Nor did he lose his temper so much.

This old man, who has been fishing by the desert river for decades, finally couldn't sit still this time.

With a slight wave of his hand, the fishing rod on the ground jumped up from the bank of the river and honestly plunged into the empty fishing basket beside it. The old man carried the basket on his shoulder. With one foot lightly, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the desert wind and sand.

In order to confirm whether Su Wen's list was true, Yuge traveled tens of thousands of miles to the outside of Huizhou Mansion before finally getting what he wanted, but this old man didn't need it, so the direction he left. It's the sky.

There is the sun and the moon in the sky, and there is rain and dew. There is also an attic.

It was the only loft in the sky in the entire Sacred Word Continent, but it was not built by humans or demons with supreme holy power, it used to be the capital of the demon race, and now it has a more resounding name, called the Holy Domain.

At this time, a trace of seclusion leaked out of the library of Hongming Academy made many people in the world panic, and naturally, some people were excited and rejoiced.

The young man who looked proud on the Qingyu Throne at this time no longer had the indifference and pride of the past, but fell to his knees with strong fanaticism.

Under the green jade throne, the three people wearing Rakshasa masks also bowed and bowed, shouting in unison: "Your Majesty bless!"

Faintly, two lines of tears slowly flowed from the eyeholes of one of the masks, the most prized of the three for the young man, his name was Hua Diao, who had been one of the king's right-hand men.

It's a pity that this name has long since disappeared into history, and it is impossible to even tell this dark room, because once it is detected by the Holy Domain, then what awaits him is death.

Of course, at this time, neither the loyal Hua Diao nor the young man under the Qingyu Throne knew that the trace of seclusion they sensed at this time was actually released by Su Wen.

And Su Wen's name was lying quietly at the end of their must-kill list at this time, but next to it, a small hello was marked.

Because the news from that big man never came, they couldn't confirm whether Su Wen's storage zài was real or from a trap in the Holy Domain.

Because of the slightest breath, the entire Sacred Word Continent was shaken, and the initiator of this qiē, Su Wen, was sitting on the ground for the rest of his life at this moment, constantly panting.

Just a moment ago, he watched as the Infinite Pot floated from his bosom, then spit out a brilliant golden glow, and then, the war poem in his hand began to burn violently, until it was completely reduced to ashes.

This pro-created battle poem from the last generation of demon lords of the demon clan was destroyed like this.

And Su Wen was also freed from this.

"It's so dangerous!" After the rest of his life, Su Wen couldn't help but be annoyed: "Didn't you say that the war literature here won't have any lethality?

Secretly scolding, Su Wen felt that he really couldn't continue to read it, and it was safer to wait until the next time he was ready to study the war text.

Thinking of this, Su Wen turned around and walked towards the first floor of the Library Pavilion, but before he could walk down the stairs, an extremely strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

"Speaking of which, why do I think that "Pathétique" is somewhat familiar......

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