At the foot of Yunfeng, the white-haired young man quietly hid in a cave with the girl.

The entrance of the cave was sealed with a boulder, and spices were sprinkled to cover the breath, so as not to be discovered by the two demon beasts.

"Little girl, for the next few days, we will live in the cave, try not to go out for walking. The white-haired young man commanded.

The Golden Eagle Demon Beast must have been furious when so much blood was taken away, and it may be wandering around Yunfeng at this moment, looking for their figures.

Although this demon was forcibly fascinated by Xue Qiongxiang, it did not mean that there was no consciousness at all, but it was just poisonous and tired, so he couldn't wake up.

But it is clear that it is the poison that the white-haired young man used to quench the spirit flower, and this account will naturally be counted on the white-haired young man.

"Brother Sorry, there is no water and food here, how can you live?" The girl looked around, although the cave was simple, it was spotless, as if it had just been cleaned up.

"Do you think Ben Gongzi will starve himself?" the white-haired young man smiled proudly, walked to the end of the cave, brushed away the weeds on the ground, and revealed a cyan slate, "Look, the water grain is not here." ”

The girl hurriedly stepped forward.

When the slate was lifted, there was a small warehouse with a lot of dry food and wine, and on the shelves next to it, there were air-dried cured meats.

"Brother Sorry for your life, it turns out that you have been prepared. ”

The girl's stomach was already grumbling with hunger, so she hurriedly grabbed a piece of flatbread and ate it with water.

As the granddaughter of Splitting Mountain Palm, she followed her grandfather to the rivers and lakes in her early years, and she has long been accustomed to the days of eating and sleeping in the open.

"Little girl, these flatbreads and steamed buns are all prepared for you," the white-haired young man pointed to the dry food in the sack, "As for this son, you must have delicious food before you can swallow it." So, for the next few days, you will cook for me, and the firewood and vegetables and meat will be ready, and you will do it yourself. ”

As he spoke, he lazily lay down on the soft quilted rock, looking like he was waiting to die.

"What? I'll cook for you?" the girl looked stunned, and even wondered if she had misheard.

No wonder a few days ago, the white-haired young man kept letting her learn to cook with the cook, and also took her around more than a dozen villages and towns diligently, tasting all the delicacies within a radius of 500 miles.

Dare to let yourself cook.

Thinking of this, the girl felt that she had been blinded by the emotion for the past few days, and in vain she still affectionately called the white-haired young man the eldest brother, this guy was a slut at all.

"Cook, make your spring and autumn dreams!" The girl walked to the side angrily, and even forgot to nibble on the big cake in her hand.

"You girl, I don't want to think about it, I have worked hard to help you get demon blood, and I have lost a few elixirs. The white-haired young man looked distressed, as if the girl's refusal broke his heart.

But the girl turned a blind eye to this, and after a few days of getting along, she had already figured out the temperament of the white-haired young man, this person was a typical snake beater, as long as he had the slightest looseness, the other party would definitely get an inch.

At that time, maybe I really have to cook for the life-sparing master.

"Hmph, I'm also very busy," the girl sat aside angrily, "I want to practice the Blood Condensation and Poison Sutra, suppress the poison in my body, and practice martial arts diligently, lest my grandfather come back in three months and blame me for neglecting kung fu." ”

"What is there to practice martial arts, drink a few more sips of demon blood, and the increased skill is not much stronger than what you bury yourself in hard cultivation every day?"

"Then I'll read a book!"

The girl took out the brown paper and shook it in front of the young man, and the palm-sized brown paper roll was spread out, and it was also two feet long and wide.

"What kind of book, read it to my son," the white-haired young man glanced at the vellum paper disapplausively, every word on it was like a ghost drawing, and he couldn't understand it at all, but the white-haired young man stared at him, "Little girl, where did you get this kraft paper, why can't I understand the words on it?"

"Of course you can't read, and you can't read. ”

The girl rolled her eyes.

The kraft paper is full of ancient characters, not to mention young people, even many Confucian students can't understand it, if it weren't for Gu Yuncong's love of ancient books and often studying ancient characters, the girl followed by her and learned a lot of ancient words, but at this moment she couldn't understand the words on the kraft paper at all.

"Little girl, I'm not kidding you. ”

The white-haired young man stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the girl, and carefully flipped through the vellum paper twice before he said in a deep voice: "Are you sure that the words on the vellum are really words, not ghost drawings?"

"Of course," the girl hurriedly pointed to the five big characters on the back of the brown paper, and read word by word: "Asking the truth, although it is an ancient character, but this girl has been with her grandfather since she was a child, and she can still understand some of it." ”

"Asking for Truth ......"

The white-haired young man seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt, and the whole person was stunned in place.

"It's really it, it's really it, could it be that I also have a fairy fate?"

"But why didn't you meet it until now, it's too late, it's too late!"

The white-haired young man laughed and cried, the whole person seemed to be crazy, one moment he scolded angrily, and the other turned his head and cried, and the girl who saw it was uneasy in her heart, and she didn't dare to ask.

After a long time, the white-haired youth finally calmed down.

"Girl, do you know what this roll of brown paper is?"

The girl quickly shook her head.

She was picked up from the crack in the stone, but seeing that it was engraved with ancient characters, I guessed that my grandfather should like it, so I always carried it with me, where do I know what the mystery of this kraft paper is?

"Let's not talk about this book for the time being, I'll tell you a secret first," the white-haired young man took a deep breath, "The reason why the people of the Heavenly Mandate Clan can't read and write is not only because of the short life expectancy, but also because this clan has insight into the heavens, and you can know its meaning when you see its words. ”

"It turns out that you are literate, big brother!" the girl's eyes widened, "Then we went to the post station a few days ago, why do you want me to read you a letter." ”

"This son is lazy!"

The white-haired young man shook his shoulders, if someone could do it for him, why wouldn't he do it.

The girl pouted angrily.

"Those are trivialities, let's talk about this brown paper first," the white-haired young man continued with his usual face, "girl, where did you get this parchment paper?"

"Isn't it the top of the cloud peak," the girl pointed to the top of her head, "At that time, I saw that the eldest brother was sitting cross-legged pranayama, so I walked around and found that there was a stone tablet not far away...... Who knew that after kowtowing, the ground cracked, revealing this roll of brown paper. ”

"I see," the white-haired young man looked up to the sky and sighed, "It turns out that it is not my immortal fate, and yes, my clan is hated by the sky, what qualifications do you have to become an immortal?"

At the top of the cloud peak, how many times have the ancestors of the Mandate of Heaven climbed it hundreds of times?

There are two demon beasts there all the year round, even if you think with your toes, you also know that there must be something unusual, so the ancestors of the Heavenly Mandate Clan will seriously record them in the classics, hoping that the younger generations can find the fairy fate and break the curse of the Heavenly Mandate.

But generations have passed, and no one has ever found a way to ask for immortals.

And the girl just walked around the top of the cloud peak and got the kraft paper, and the gap had to be sad.

"Girl, if you can get this scroll, you have a fairy fate," the white-haired young man took a deep breath, resisted the idea of grabbing the kraft paper scroll, and said in a deep voice: "As the so-called fate has a thousand miles to meet, you have a fate with this thing, so you will knock down those three rings, the ancestors of our clan have climbed to the top of the cloud peak for generations, presumably everyone has seen the stone tablet, but who found the kraft paper scroll underneath?"

"Therefore, this volume has a fate with you, but not with my Heavenly Mandate Clan. ”

As the words fell, the young man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, walked to the stone slab, picked up a jar of old wine, and poured it violently.

"Destiny is hard to violate, destiny is hard to violate!"

It was only at this moment that he understood why the ancestors of the past generations wrote these four words when they were dying.

Thieves always love to play tricks.

"Brother Sorry for my life, I don't know what fate is not fate, you can't understand it, I'll just read it to you!"

The girl's eyes blinked twice, she opened the brown paper scroll, and read it aloud.