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Of course, this kind of excitement only refers to a certain aspect; students at the University of Tokyo can sometimes see some reporters carrying cameras and microphones shuttling around the school; and even many students are sometimes asked by reporters whether they are familiar with Xiao Nan, and so on.

This made the students of Tokyo University talk about it one by one.

"Oh, Wu Bin, you guys are on the news, beasts, I really had a supper with Cui Yun'er last night, what a beast!"

It seems that Xiaonan did not come to class, but the classroom is still quite lively, Lao Wu and the others have just entered and waited for class, and suddenly a classmate held a mobile phone and shouted with envy.

"Where?" Hearing this, many people immediately came over.

"Look at it for yourself, Tencent Entertainment News, the front page!"

Hearing this, everyone hurriedly turned up their mobile phones, and Lao Wu and Ren Zeyu and several others also hurriedly watched at this time.

Sure enough, when I opened it, I soon saw the news entitled "Dongda Lantern Festival Gala, Cui Yun'er Secret Meeting with Xiaonan, and Intimate Supper".

"Look... I, this is me!" Lao Wu said, holding up the mobile phone in his hand and pointing to a photo on Tencent Entertainment.

"Ha, I'm here, do you see it, the eighth, a frontal photo... It's so handsome!" Ren Zeyu also looked at the photo on his mobile phone at this time, and his face was full of self-satisfaction: "This reporter who takes pictures has good skills!"

Zou Fei said with a smug face: "Hehe, twelve photos, six have me, what are you proud of?"

Looking at the triumphant appearance of the three of them, the classmates next to them were envious for a while, and asked one after another, "Is it just the six of you?"

"Of course, just the six of us, look... Xiao Nan, Choi Yoon-a, Kim Yeon-so, plus the two of us! We still have a photo with Choi Yoon-a yesterday!"

Lao Wu triumphantly took out his mobile phone and flipped out the photos to everyone, which made everyone envious.

A girl sitting in the corner picked up her mobile phone and flipped out the news and looked at it, and there was a hint of envy in her eyes, but she looked at Yang Qiong, who seemed to be reading a book next to her, and finally snorted coldly at the excited boys next to her, and said: "What's so great about Cui Yun'er, if Quan Zhilong and Cui Shengxuan are similar!"

Hearing this, the boys next to them looked at Yang Qiong, who was silent with their heads bowed over there, and sneered: "Heheda, of course it's great, you have the ability to hook up with a Quan Zhilong?"

"It's, hey... Yang Qiong, isn't that Li Yang in your family quite capable? Let him get you a copy of Quan Zhilong's autograph?"

Hearing this, Yang Qiong rarely didn't reply back, just closed the book in her hand, and walked out quickly with a gloomy face.

Seeing Yang Qiong walk out with a cold face, several boys chuckled and didn't say anything more, and sat back in their seats one by one, waiting for class.

At this time, in Qianlong Lake, hundreds of miles away, there are dozens of large and small islands, among which there is a hidden island within a radius of several miles, hidden in the deepest part of Qianlong Lake, and there are few human tracks.

The island is beautiful and lush, with all kinds of trees rising to the sky, but in the depths of the jungle, it is suddenly open to a large-scale, antique courtyard.

Outside the courtyard gate, there is a cyan boulder, on which are engraved with three imposing red characters: "Chijiao Island!"

And there is a three-story main building in this courtyard, and on the third floor of this main building, in addition to the two transepts on both sides, there is a huge study room in the middle.

A majestic old man with a red face, a lion's nose and tiger eyes, and gray hair was standing in front of a long bookcase, splashing ink, and the brush in his hand was like flowing water, and he wrote a magnificent "Red Cliff Nostalgia" in a short time.

As soon as he finished writing, a middle-aged man walked in slowly.

"What's the matter?" the old man casually put down the brush, reached out to the side, picked up a wet towel and wiped his hands, looked at the middle-aged man, and said lightly.

"Father, the report of the Dongyuan curse killing incident came out a few days ago, I took a look at it, and I think it's better for you to take a look at it again!"

"Oh?" the old man frowned slightly, dropped the towel and reached out to pick up the file bag, opened it, and flipped through it casually.

"Wuling Feng went?"

"Yes!" He is usually in charge of the affairs of the Dongyuan region.

The old man nodded, flipped through the two pages, and after seeing the situation and the description of the scene, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, no longer as casual as Fang Cai, but quickly flipped through it.

After turning two more pages, his face changed slightly: "Seven Killing Curses?"

"Yes, it's the Seven Killing Curse!" the middle-aged man said respectfully.

The old man gently put down the scroll in his hand, put his hands behind his back, walked slowly to the window, looked at the vast lake scenery in the distance, sighed slightly, and said: "I can't imagine that Liu Yuanxing, the Heavenly Curse Star Monarch, still has descendants who are still alive to this day, alas... It's a pity!"

"Heavenly Spell Star Monarch?" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, frowned and pondered for a while, and then said in amazement: "The Heavenly Spell Star Monarch who was the powerful spell master of the rivers and lakes before Liangjiazi?"

"Yes..."The old man bowed his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "In order to avenge the tragic death of more than 100 pregnant women in Yu County, Liu Yuanxing, the Heavenly Curse Star Monarch, used the Seven Killing Curses to destroy the Heavenly Remnant Blood Demon Sect at the cost of his own life, so as to prevent the Blood Demon Sect from recreating and killing; ”

"In order to compete for the blood demon's relic, those people followed the blood demon's last words and slaughtered more than ten members of Liu Yuanxing's family, but they didn't expect that Liu Yuanxing would still have descendants alive and passed down the seven killing curses!"

"These Seven Killing Curses have been gradually lost for hundreds of years, and since Liu Yuanxing, few people have been able to truly exert their power; just as soon as this Liu Baoqiang dies, the inheritance of the Seven Killing Curses is really cut off like this!"

The old man shook his head lightly and sighed.

"No, father, this Liu Baoqiang may not be dead!" The middle-aged man said respectfully: "On the back scroll, Wuling Feng has a detailed description!"

"Oh?" the old man's eyes flashed with consternation, and he turned and walked briskly back to his desk, picked up the scroll, and began to read it carefully.

"Cinnabar Mountain?, he's not dead yet?!"

The old man's face was slightly startled, he looked at the scroll, and muttered: "Nine Needles Soul Fixing Pill, Six Turns Soul Solid Pill? It seems that I am afraid that it can't be wrong! There are only a few people who can use such techniques and take out such elixirs!"

"What this man says is not false!"

The middle-aged man nodded respectfully and said, "Since my father thinks so, it can't be wrong!"

"In addition, about this young man, let Wuling Feng pay more attention!" The old man stroked his beard lightly and said, "Go down!"

"Yes, Father!"

After watching the middle-aged man leave the study, the old man's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Where did such a young man come out, it's a little interesting!"

As if Xiao Nan stood at the foot of Tianling Mountain, looked up at the Tianling Mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, remembered some memories that were not particularly pleasant, and after exhaling lightly, he strode up the mountain.

In my impression, most of those iron bone grasses grew in the shade on the mountainside of Tianling Mountain, as if Xiao Nan strode up the mountain, and sure enough, he didn't see the iron bone grass all the way.

Until I approached the cave where Mr. Huang's bones were buried, he still didn't find anything.

Standing in front of the cave, looking at the cave in front of him that had been hidden by the phantom array, Xiao Nan stopped for a moment, and continued to stride towards the mountain.

After continuing to walk up for another two or three hundred meters, Yi Xiaonan's eyes lit up slightly, and he reached out and pinched off two slender and slightly serrated blades of grass from the side of the road, took them in his hand and looked at them, and nodded with satisfaction, this is the iron bone grass.

But these two are not enough, at least a dozen or so.

It was as if Xiaonan continued to walk towards the mountain, and after walking a hundred meters further, there was already a faint fog at this time.

Looking at the fog in front of him, Xiao Nan didn't care, this is the strangeness of Tianling Mountain, as soon as you reach the halfway up the mountain, it is surrounded by fog all year round; even the people of this Qingyun Town rarely really go deep into Tianling Mountain, because under such a fog, even if it is a local, it is extremely easy to get lost.

Almost every year, people go missing in this Tianling Mountain, and even if the rescue team comes to search, it is useless, because once halfway up the mountain, the compass gradually fails, and with some strange strong magnetic interference, no mobile phone walkie-talkie is useless in it.

There have also been scientific research teams to investigate here, but in the end they all ended up without any conclusion.

Therefore, the people of Qingyun Town know that it doesn't matter if they go to Tianling Mountain, but once they find that the fog is getting thicker and the road ahead is gone, they will quickly follow the original path and return to be safe.

But if you keep going, there is a good chance that you will get lost in this mountain forest.

Now the fog is still very light, as if Xiaonan naturally doesn't need to care.

This followed a seemingly nonexistent mountain road, as if Xiaonan continued to pick five or six iron bone grasses, and saw that only three or four were left to call it a day, but Xiaonan found that the fog in front of him was getting thicker.

Looking at the path that had loomed in front of him, Xiao Nan frowned slightly.

At this time on weekdays, it's time to turn back, but now there are still three or four short of them, which makes Yi Xiaonan hesitate a little.

However, after only a slight hesitation, the corners of Xiao Nan's mouth curled slightly, and he continued to walk forward slowly.

After walking forward for another twenty or thirty meters, Xiao Nan successfully picked two of them, put them away carefully, and continued to move forward in high spirits.

It was only after ten or so steps, as if Xiao Nan's eyes lit up, because he saw a clump of iron-bone grass in front of him, and there were at least seven or eight of them.

As if Xiao Nan stepped forward quickly, he carefully pinched off the iron bone grass, and after loading it, he smiled with satisfaction; he was about to turn around and leave, only to find that at some point, the place he was in was completely shrouded in a thick white mist.

With his eyesight, although he could see his five fingers with his hand, the path behind him had disappeared at some point.