The wind blows, the cherry blossom forest swayes, and in the moonlight, mottled shadows flicker back and forth. Slowly, the wind has calmed down, but the forest does not stop.

I saw that the surrounding cherry trees were swinging in one direction, and the leaves, branches, and receptacles were all bowing their heads in one direction. There, it was the direction where Luo Tian was.

Luo Tian was a little proud, he felt that this was Xiaolou's secret realm's recognition of himself, or obedience, he had become the king here. It's just that the smugness only lasted on his face for a moment, and was replaced by infinite embarrassment.

There is also a cherry tree in front that is not moving, it is ordinary, with neither more bright red petals nor a vigorous canopy. But while the other cherry trees were prostrating, it stood there straight, as if it was the owner of the place, and it was being worshipped by the cherry trees.

Luo Tian raised his index finger a little embarrassed, put it under his nose and rubbed it repeatedly. His footsteps moved slightly, and as he got closer, his heart felt like it was pounding faster.

The cherry tree remained motionless, not causing a single reaction from Luo Tian's approach. Walking under the tree, I looked up, and there was a small box hanging between the top branches. The shape of the box, Luo Tian has seen a lot in the small building, and this box is not outstanding at all. However, Luo Tian became more and more nervous.

He could conjure up the glass and pick the box next, or he could unfold the transfer trick and jump, but he didn't. Standing quietly under the tree, even though his heart was full of longing and nervousness, he did not look flustered. Holding the trunk of the tree tightly with his hands and feet, Luo Tian actually climbed it with his bare hands, just like when he was a child, he climbed a tree to dig a bird's nest, grabbed the branch with his left hand, slowly grabbed it with his right hand, and then continued to wrap his legs around the trunk.

At this time, Luo Tian seemed to have returned to his childhood, and in this bright moonlit night, he had become a child who grabbed things.

The cherry tree shook slightly, and large cherry blossom petals were sprinkled in the air.

Holding the small box in both hands, Luo Tian jumped lightly on the trunk of the tree and came to the ground. The box was solemnly placed on the ground, and Luo Tian's eyes were even brighter.

In a moment, the soft breeze in the cherry blossom forest blows, and the ancient red branches quietly tremble in the wind, and the sky is covered with endless cherry blossom rain.

No matter what kind of rain it is, there will be a time when it will fall, Luo Tian's eyelashes blinked, and nine petals appeared on the surface of the box. In the arrangement, the petals seem to follow a certain format, gradually dividing into three parts from left to right: there is only one petal on the far left, and the gap in front of the petal is a little large, as if someone had deliberately cut it. There are three petals in the middle, two in the back and one in the front, and a strong poetic feeling emerges from the large blunt shape. The far right side is a little dense, with four petals surrounding the city rectangle, and there is a petal in the middle, but in the Xiaoxiao sequence, there is a trace of the hermit.

Nine petals, nine samurai. Three parts, three dangers.

Looking at the lid of the box that seemed to be covered with petals, Luo Tian stretched out his right hand and gently brushed it on the top of the box, and in the blink of an eye, a few drops of water fell in the air, and the water droplets seemed to be conscious.

Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Tian squatted down and blew on the surface of the box. Flower petals fly, water droplets splash, and the lid of the box rises in response.

The box is not large, but it is divided into two layers, the first layer is a mountain ginseng. The stout body, long roots, and two protruding forks in the middle, if you stand up, it is exactly the posture of an immortal guiding the way. Dark and white, I don't know how many years have passed. Luo Tian didn't take it out immediately, he didn't want to take it out, or he didn't want to bother. The telekinesis reflexed, and he clearly felt a breath of life on this mountain ginseng.

Even in the dark box, the ginseng is still growing. What kind of strange life is this?

With his left hand raised and his right hand passing through the gap, Luo Tian held the mountain ginseng in front of his eyes, calmly and attentively contemplating. A sudden guess flashed through his mind: perhaps, even if there was a little bit of ginseng left, it would still grow to its original form.

The thumbs of both hands touched the mountain ginseng repeatedly, and between the twists and turns, Luo Tian suddenly used force to fold the mountain ginseng in two sections from the middle. A section of ginseng, a section of ginseng.

Repeatedly checked it in his hand, and finally put a paragraph of the ginseng into the post, and the ginseng tail was slowly handed to the mouth, and then the mouth was wide open, and most of the teeth had been bitten off. Maybe he was a little tired from squatting, Luo Tian simply sat on the ground and gnawed on the mountain ginseng like a child eating a radish.

"Perhaps, with this half of the mountain ginseng, the injuries that black and white impermanence threw on my body will be healed by most of them!" But Luo Tian'er's heart has flown to a distant place, and mountain ginseng can relieve the trauma on his body, but it can't make up for the pain in his soul. "Black and white impermanence, I really hope you don't die now!"

It didn't take long, half of the mountain ginseng had already entered his abdomen, his index finger slowly stroked the corner of his lips, and Luo Tian squeezed the overflowing juice or saliva into his mouth again.

I patted my chest with my hand again, which was where the post was, and I wonder if Xue'er would wake up if she took the remaining half of the mountain ginseng. However, when Shizun was imprisoned, should he tell Xue'er, Luo Tian's heart was a little entangled.

There was a tremor in his arms, but there was an extremely lazy cat meow, which seemed to blame Luo Tian for disturbing its sleep. Cute, and angry.

The baffle of the first layer is slowly removed, and the second layer is soon exposed. There was not some precious thousand-year-old sword, nor some tattered ancient book cheats, but a piece of paper, a thin piece of paper.

There is a man on paper, holding a sword. The person's face is a little blurry, but the sword body is much clearer, and the long sword is held flat in front, but it is a simple sword move. In front of Luo Tian's eyes, there was only a sword, no one. The long sword was raised horizontally, but he saw a touch of sword intent, which was intended to be in the hearts of the people, not in the sword, but this style seemed to be attached to the sword, and it was actually similar to the Fengyun style.

The ink on the thin paper was slowly fading in his hand, and that sword move had already entered Luo Tian's eyes. But Luo Tian still stared closely, he vaguely felt as if he had missed something, and it was something very important.

Stepping aside, he lifted the piece of paper, and a large amount of moonlight sprinkled down, all golden on it. Luo Tian shook his head helplessly, he thought that in the moonlight, he could see something other than the sword style. Unfortunately, tissue paper or tissue paper, nothing is presented.

Luo Tian is still a little unwilling, not that he firmly believes in his feelings, but that he really doesn't want to miss anything, he really wants to improve his cultivation combat power.

The cherry blossom forest swayed again, and the petals fell again, but in the distance there was a hard sound, as if something had been chopped on a stone. Luo Tian's telekinesis erupted instantly, but before it could be transmitted far, it was taken back again.

He couldn't care about the situation in the distance anymore, because his telekinesis hit the piece of paper, and then the sky was full of flying swords. One person and one sword, the battle intent is Lingran, one sword turns into seven swords in one wave, and then seven swords transform again, it becomes forty-nine swords, the sword can point to the sky, the sword can point to the ground, the sword can kill the gods, and the sword can destroy the demons.

Seventy-seven forty-nine, with one wave and one breath, what kind of swordsmanship is this?

The figure on the piece of paper was completely blurred, and Luo Tian only had time to catch a glance. But his heart couldn't calm down for a long time, he thought of the situation of stabbing the sword when he was a child, the rattan of the master was whipped on the buttocks, and he could only draw the sword again and again. At that time, the master said, now you can stab one sword at a time, and you can stab ten thousand swords at a time in other days.

There are some words, Luo Tian doesn't understand because he is too young. But then he practiced the Fengyun Sword one step ahead of Mo Fengxing, and he seemed to vaguely understand the meaning of the master. However, it was not until this time that he really understood: there is only one sword in his hand, but there can be tens of millions of swords in his heart, and the sword intent is born at will, and one sword is equal to ten million swords.

The first sword on the piece of paper, the forty-nine swords that he felt by his mental power had been firmly remembered by Luo Tian. He understood that one day, those forty-nine swords could completely transform into three hundred and forty-three swords again, and he could finally wield ten million swords.

The secret realm of Xiaolou is really not in vain.

Luo Tian carefully folded the blank piece of paper, slowly folded it into a heart-shaped shape, and then carefully put it into the pocket of his arms. The finger moved slightly, but it touched the paw of the little yellow cat, and a white line appeared on the back of the hand again. But Luo Tian didn't care about this, but took out the heart-shaped piece of paper again, and the red light flashed on the post, and he solemnly put it in.

The boxes were still lying on the ground, Luo Tian picked up the baffles on the ground, and wanted to put them in intact, but his hand shook and almost hit the ground. His eyes blinked and blinked, and he realized that there was actually a baffle at the very bottom of the box.

Surprised, confused, Luo Tian's heart once again rose an inexplicable throbbing. The left and right hands each picked up a baffle, as if arranged up and down in the box, constantly drawing outside the box, along the hidden buckle on the box, there was obviously no extra space under the second baffle. However, at this moment, in front of Luo Tian's eyes, there was actually a third baffle in the box.

His hands trembled slightly, and his fingers moved slightly, and the third baffle was removed. Underneath is a dark yellow key. To be precise, it can't be called a key at all, because it's obviously only half a hand.

It's like a complete key being accurately split from the middle from top to bottom, it is half a ring, half a key body, and half a buckle.

Holding it in his hand, it was much heavier than the usual key, especially what made Luo Tian feel unbelievable was that there were circles of black ripples wrapped around the key, and the ripples were secretly numb, as if covering the entire key body. But in the eyes, the key is still a dull yellow color.

Luo Tian was puzzled and deeply puzzled, but this did not mean that Luo Tian did not cherish this half of the key. In fact, he is very precious, the first layer of mountain ginseng, the second layer of sword moves, but there is half a key lying in the bizarre third layer, no matter how you look at it, it is much more precious than mountain ginseng sword moves.

The key was not put into the post, Luo Tian tore off a silver thread from the sleeve of his white shirt and wrapped it around the half ring of the front of the key, directly around his neck, and hung it on his chest. There is no special significance, just because, he wants to do it.

Lying on the edge of the box, with your hands crossed under your head, your eyes slowly closed, this is really a good night!