The place where Lu Qianhuan and the others were at this time was clearly a quiet room for enlightenment.

The white jade in the quiet room is the grid, the cloud brocade is the curtain, the embers of the golden furnace are still there, the futons of several chairs are all faintly aura, and the end is a fairy style, and it is not dimmed because of the years, and it is still very dazzling.

In a word, the thief is rich, and the thief is rich. It's all like she can't afford anyway.

Lu Jinhuan, who lived a rich life all on his imagination, immediately his eyes suddenly lit up, "It looks very expensive here, let's see if there are any good magic weapons and sword weapons or the like." ”

Jin Qian, a flower of wealth in the world, glanced at her with disdain: "What good things can there be in the quiet room of a kendo monk." ”

Lu Duhuan: ......

Pierced in the heart, old iron.

But she still forcibly retained the last bit of dignity of Jian Xiu, "You don't understand this, I have always pursued the 'three lights' policy." ”

Jin Qian blinked, like a not-so-smart artificial retard, "Which three lights?"

Lu Duanhuan's righteous words on his face, "Touch the light, collect the light, and grab the light." ”

Jin Qian was dumbfounded: "This ...... Isn't that good?"

As a rich flower in the world, he has never seen such a sassy operation, what is the difference between this and the passage of locusts?!

Lu Qian Huan paused for a moment, and then Zhengse patted his chest, "For those of us who cultivate, the most important thing is the fate. If you don't have fate, you can't force it, and you don't have to shirk when fate comes. You see, now that the treasure has taken the initiative to appear in front of me, if I don't accept it, wouldn't it be a good fate to live up to the gift of heaven?"

Although Ning He is now a second-generation cultivator, most of the head is in his father's hands, and he only has pocket money, and he has not yet achieved economic freedom.

Jin Qian: "......"

You have a good point, and I am speechless.

......

A few people looked around in this quiet room, above the golden incense burner, there was a picture scroll of mountains and rivers, Lu Duhuan stood in front of the painting and looked at it for a long time, this painting looked faint, which made people feel calm.

The black-clothed young man with a thrush-like face and blazing eyes stood silently behind Lu Duhuan like a guard.

On the ground, Lu Qianhuan's eyes froze, she stepped forward to remove the painting, and what appeared in front of her was that a flame-like totem was painted on the wall with cinnabar.

She stretched out her hand, and her white slender fingers pressed on the flame totem, and in the next moment, she suddenly felt the scorching temperature penetrate into her body along her fingers, and the waves of qi tumbling in her chest were like boiling water, and with an extremely cold meaning, it was difficult to describe the alternation of cold and heat between the two extremes.

Lu Qianhuan's consciousness was chaotic, and two entangled forces flowed wantonly in her body, like the power of the desolation converging and colliding everywhere, and then dispersing again, her face was full of pain and struggle, and her throat made a muddy and faint sound.

Ning He and the others saw Lu Duhuan unveiling the painting, stretched out his hand to touch the pattern of the flame on the wall, and stood for a long time, thinking that she was observing and studying the pattern. A few people followed and looked at it for a while, but they didn't see anything special about the flames on the wall, and the ashram was huge, so they decided to disperse and go around the corner of the ashram.

At the beginning, Shao Mo was also like Ning He and Lu were studying the totem, but as time passed, her face gradually became wrong, her brows were tightly locked, her face was bloodless, and her mouth let out a painful whimper.

Shao Mo's expression was grim, his eyes were unconsciously anxious, and he strode forward with messy steps, "Senior sister!"

His hand just wanted to touch Lu Qianhuan's shoulder, but it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The ears and eyes of the cultivators are very good, and when Ning He and the others heard Shao Mo's anxious voice, they all returned to the location of the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, and when they saw Lu Qianhuan's pale, powerless and painful whimpering, several people were shocked in their hearts.

"What's going on? Lu Daoyou, what's going on?"

"Shao Daoyou, what's going on?"

"What's the matter?" Huanhuan, what's the matter?" Ning He said hurriedly.

Before the words fell, he stretched out his hand and wanted to pull Lu Duhuan, but his hand couldn't touch Lu Duanhuan's body.

"What's going on? Why can't I meet Huanhuan?"

Shao Mo's brows were tightly locked, the anger in his dark eyes was deeper, the whole person's aura was very strong, sharp like a sharp blade that cut people, he looked at Lu Duhuan's knotted expression of pain in silence, obviously very close, but he couldn't touch it, close to the end of the world, his big hand holding the Qianliu Sword suddenly burst out.

Raising his hand and drawing his sword, the sword qi in the quiet room suddenly surged, and the killing intent was everywhere, he wanted to break through this invisible barrier, but he was afraid of hurting Lu Duhuan, so the sword was not cut down for a long time.

Mo Jianshan was taken aback when he saw this, and hurriedly said: "Shao Daoyou, I'm afraid that such a strong attack will hurt Lu Daoyou, we still don't know what Lu Daoyou's situation is, let's figure it out first and then start." ”

Shao Mo hid the dark and uncertain emotions in his eyes, sighed dullly, and took the sword back.

Mo Jianshan exhaled, this Shao Daoyou was too reckless, but he also knew that he was concerned and chaotic.

Ning He immediately came up and asked anxiously, "Senior brother, do you know what is going on with Huanhuan?"

Mo Jianshan frowned and looked at Lu Duanhuan, shook his head, and then spoke again: "But I see that although Lu Daoyou is pale and her expression seems to be painful, her breath is stable, her aura is even more pure, and there is a faint intention to break through, so it must not be life-threatening." We'll wait and see. ”

Jin Qian and Yan Zheng also nodded with deep frowns, and several people stood next to Lu Duhuan in groups waiting for her to wake up.

Shao Mo's awe-inspiring but sharp face looked like a thin jade porcelain embryo that would shatter at the slightest touch, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Lu Duhuan.

At this time, Lu Qianhuan felt a hot wave in her body rushing up, and a brain surged in front of her forehead, and a mark of flame flashed on her forehead, looming.

In the sight shrouded by a fiery red flame, Lu Duhuan seemed to see countless turbulent and flowing golden rivers, dense golden fragments of light all surging towards her veins, and the sea of knowledge was even more whirlpool, and the supreme golden sword intent impacted her soul from all directions.

At the end of the dissipation of consciousness, finally a red-clothed sword cultivator stood in the air, the smile on his handsome face was arrogant and wanton, he held a long sword, pointed at the sky, and his thin lips lightly opened: "How far is the avenue, I must cross the eternal flood and the passing years, to get a glimpse of its true appearance." ”

Is this an illusion?

Isn't this stone pagoda the place of inheritance of Shao Mo's previous life? Who is this person? Could it be that this ashram existed much earlier than the stone pagoda?

Before Lu Duhuan could think about it, the red-clothed male cultivator turned into a little red bird and flew into the sky.

“？？？”

Three question marks popped up in Lu Duhuan's heart one after another, barely able to hide the shock on her face, and she had a lot of thoughts in her heart, although the red-clothed male cultivator who was leaking from the king's domineering aura finally turned into a small ...... Redbird, very disillusioned.

But his words of asking questions were like a hammer hitting his heart, and he taught her to be enthusiastic and enthusiastic.

Her beautifully shaped lips opened and closed silently, "What I want, I am at ease, how far the avenue is, I also want to explore." ”

As her mouth opened and closed, everything dissipated into darkness again.

When Lu Qianhuan opened her eyes, the neck exposed at her neckline flowed with golden lines, and finally all converged into a line that surged up to the center of Lu Duhuan's eyebrows, and the mark of flame instantly appeared between her eyebrows, bright red as blood.

There is a way that the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow, the sword qi is like a thousand mountains and snow, the beauty in red is like a fire smiles, the flame jumping in the center of the eyebrows is dazzling, beautiful and handsome, like the first bloom of spring flowers, and the first moon is rippling.

Shao Mo was stunned, and the phoenix eyes landed happily, not for a moment. Don't say that he, even Ning He and the others were also burned by this scorching scene, their hearts beat fast, it has nothing to do with love, it is purely the impact of beauty.