Li Chun, who didn't know that he had been paid attention to by Miss Wu, was grinning at the messy handwriting in the Sword Demon Codex at this time.

After studying all afternoon, after dinner and waiting for the sky to break dark, he came to the forest to practice swords as usual, and this sword demon codex stumped him.

"What sword demon...... Is this too sloppy? Is this the word 'awake' or 'drunk'? Is this 'leisure' or 'interim'? Who can understand this!"

Probably because it was written improvised, it was made with one wave, and the words of the sword demon were really flattering, which made it extremely difficult to identify.

"What do you say is a fraction of a millimeter, a thousand miles wrong, what if you recognize a wrong word and practice so much that you go crazy? When revising the secret book, why don't you also revise it clearly?"

Li Chun also went to knock on the door to ask the Long Live Boy, and the other party coldly said that it was originally like this, and it was none of his business as a librarian, let him slowly identify it himself. Li Chun had no choice, at most he complained behind his back, and he still had to make his own conjectures word by word.

It's just a matter of handwriting, but more importantly, even if you understand the words, you still don't understand the meaning of the sword demon's record.

His writing is messy, and in some places it is very esoteric, reading and reading, Li Chun is barely strong, at most barely grasping such scales and half claws.

"The laurel leaf brushes the wind and the cinnamon pendant, and the green fox cries blood and the fox dies - the sword intent of this move seems to have a little meaning......"

Li Chun pinched the sword trick in his hand, slowly gestured, closed his eyes to feel the desolate and dead silence, weird and chaotic sword intent, and his arm gradually waved faster and faster, bringing a hissing wind.

"There seems to be a door!"

He was refreshed, and when he was about to continue, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, a cold breath pierced him, and a terrible wail of a night owl sounded in his ears.

"Ahh

Li Chun was startled, jumped over, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that the fog was vast and there was nothing, but the coolness just now seemed to have substance, it was true, it was by no means his own illusion, he was suspicious in his heart, looked around, and still found nothing.

"Strange ......" he muttered, and raised his hand again, wanting to compare the strange sword move just now, when he suddenly saw a white shadow passing through the air, like a white fox!

Li Chun was stunned for a moment, and the white fox instantly disappeared in the vastness, and before disappearing, he glanced back at him with a strange mockery.

“...... Isn't it, isn't it a hallucination to practice a sword?"

He felt a chill in his heart, the sword demon's sword move was extremely strange, he only felt it for a moment, how could he be suspicious, "Or is this sword move really seducing demons, foxes, ghosts, and monsters?"

Li Chun shivered, looked up at the sky, and saw that the moonlight was blurred, and the bright moon was covered by thin clouds, radiating a cold and treacherous light.

"Something is wrong, how is this atmosphere getting more and more like a horror movie...... Otherwise, don't practice this swordsmanship for the time being, and wait until the day to comprehend it......"

Rao is Li Chun has always been bold, in this atmosphere, it is inevitable that he is a little scared, the remnants of the sword demon are gloomy, strange and treacherous, and his mental state is obviously not suitable for practice. Fortunately, he was open-minded, and he noticed that something was wrong for a while, so he immediately put it down, and calmed down for a while before he started to practice the weak willow Fufeng sword technique again, and slowly expelled the yin qi that shrouded his body.

He was sweating profusely, only feeling as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and he had no strength in his body, and only when it was almost dawn did he slowly return to his home with his sword in hand, and as soon as he lay down on the bed, he fell asleep to death.

Of course, Li Chun is a person who refuses to give up, although the Sword Demon Codex is strange, but since he has made a decision, he will naturally study it to the end.

On the morning of the second day, he slept for less than two hours before he got up, and went to a crowded place above the classroom of the Qingling Pavilion, and began to meditate on that remnant trick while the sun was shining at noon.

"If it still doesn't work, I'll find a temple to stay in, but I want to see where the sword demon can be!"

He gritted his teeth, pondering over the notes on the two remnants of the Codex.

"The laurel leaf brushes the wind and the cinnamon pendant, and the green fox cries blood and the fox dies. ”

Although he couldn't really fully understand the meaning, Li Chun could sense the treacherous aura just from the literal one, and he frowned and muttered to himself.

It was a boring scripture class again, and most of the students were busy with their own affairs, not caring about the old and deaf old gentleman.

There are also many people who pay attention to Li Chun.

"Look, look, is Senior Brother creating swordsmanship again?"

"That's right! Look at the way he looks, it's inspiration!"

"Tut, senior brother is really amazing, when will you teach me......"

Today's Li Chun has completely become the idol in the minds of the students of the Qingling Pavilion, and the little junior sister is even more smiling, but when she heard the noise around her gradually rising, she also stretched her face and scolded softly.

"Shhhh

Although she was only nine years old, the status of the little junior sister in the Qingling Pavilion had always been second only to Lu Manniang and Li Chun, and when she stared, everyone was silent, and they all shrank their heads, their eyes were still full of expectation, but they didn't dare to make any more noises.

The whole class suddenly fell silent.

Even the teacher on the stage couldn't help but glance down in surprise, only to see a group of students, all looking at Li Chun's direction with burning eyes, their faces full of longing.

"Alas, the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

The old gentleman sighed, recalling that when he was young, his eyes were all on the junior sisters who were in their youth, where would they be like these teenagers who are now admiring the same sex......

He coughed, shook his head, and continued to read the scriptures slowly.

He didn't understand the things of this era, so he simply left it alone.

Li Chun didn't notice this silence.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that these two sentences seemed to have magical power, pulling his spirit towards a mysterious and unfathomable depth.

Countless scattered pictures shattered and reunited in front of him, the cold wind howled, and the fallen leaves drifted away. The crying green fox and the sneering white fox fluttered in his mind.

Although it was noon in the mid-autumn season, the sun outside the window was still bright red and hot, but Li Chun only felt that the light was gradually dimming, and his body began to feel a chill.

The familiar faces of the surrounding juniors and disciples seemed to suddenly become distant, and the expressions on their faces became numb, just like the white fox, showing a strange ridicule.

Li Chun was startled, and wanted to stand up and shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all, so he could only raise his head in a hurry, and his eyes widened, but he saw that the teacher on the podium was looking at him with a smile - he had a pointed nose and a face full of fluff, and he clearly looked like a fox!

The white fox was dressed in a robe, holding a Taoist book, slowly turning the pages, chanting in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was saying, but the evil aura revealed in his eyes made people obviously feel ill-intentioned.