Xue Jianshan squatted down and looked at it for a while, and his brows gradually wrinkled: "This table is a little familiar." ”

Cheng Huan glanced at it condescendingly, thoughtful: "I heard that there used to be a sect attached to the Taoist Sect in Xiqi, called the Xianyin Sect. Their lineage is very special, all the exercises are engraved on a table, but then someone has the audacity to go to their sect and steal this table. The head of the Xianyin Sect resisted desperately, leaving only one table leg, and since then the Xianyin Sect has declined. ”

Xue Jianshan was amazed and leaned on the table: "Could it be that this is the stolen table of the Xianyin Sect?"

Qiushui was puzzled: "But isn't Xiqi the territory of your Taoist Sect? Hua Qianjiu used to be a disciple of the Tongshen Academy, how could he go to Xiqi and then travel thousands of miles to move this table over?"

Cheng Huan did not reply.

She walked over to the table and deliberately pinched another fire to shine on the table.

Instead of the messy furnishings of the room, there are a large number of books neatly arranged on the table.

Probably because they are often flipped, these books look like some traces of age from the side.

However, it is almost impossible for the books in the mortal world to be kept for too long, and judging from the other objects in the room, Hua Qianjiu is not a person who is too careful, so he can still see that some of these books have broken a few pages, and they have been glued back by someone's bull's head.

Wei Zhi picked up one of them, raised his eyebrows, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "On how to raise an ancient divine beast?"

Cheng Huan picked up the following book: "The years I spent in the Ten Directions Realm. ”

Qiushui squinted at it: "Tianji Pavilion's daily two or three things." ”

Xue Jianshan concluded after a little thought: "This seems to be a very popular script in the mortal world hundreds of years ago. I've heard Master's Master's Master's say that mortals like to see this. ”

"Hua Qianjiu is not a mortal. "Autumn water subconsciously authentic.

Wei Zhi said coldly: "Didn't you say that he wanted to resurrect a mortal?"

Autumn water was stunned.

The book in Cheng Huan's hand was too old, and as soon as she flipped through it, a yellowed piece of paper fell out of it.

Before Cheng Huan bent down, a hand with a clean sleeve had reached over from the side and caught the paper steadily.

"What is this?" Qiushui quickly gathered around.

The Great Immortal Jun flipped the paper over and said softly, "A portrait." ”

The painter's brushwork is a little immature, but fortunately, the person in the painting has a good temperament, even if it is through the paper, a pride of self-sacrifice is also arrogantly revealed.

It was a man dressed in a light white robe.

The black hair was not all tied up, but two strands were symbolically tied with a headband, and the rest of the hair fell on the sword in his arms as he rubbed his shoulders.

Everyone watched silently for a long time, and finally shook their heads tacitly.

It's a very unfamiliar face.

"It would be nice if Cangnan was here. Xue Jianshan said.

At his age, he may have seen the person in the painting.

The Great Immortal Jun held the painting and did not make a sound.

Cheng Huan touched his chin and suddenly said, "Could this person be Zhou Qing?" ”

Xue Jianshan suddenly realized.

Qiushui didn't understand: "Why?"

Cheng Huan pointed to the painting: "Think about it, for Hua Qianjiu, except for Zhou Qing, no one's life is counted, so the painting he treasured in the room must not be someone else." ”

Qiushui thought hard about Cheng Huan's words, and finally shook his head blankly: "What if this painting was put by him casually?"

Cheng Huan silently flipped through several books in a row, and after a while, he took out hundreds of different portraits from them.

Some sat on stones and polished their swords, some bowed their heads and lit lamps, and some squatted and grilled fish......

It may be moving or still, but it's clearly the same person.

Xue Jianshan didn't know what he thought, pursed his lips, and his eyes darkened.

Qiushui looked at the portraits in the room and slapped him suddenly: "I thought of another possibility." ”

"What?" asked Xue Jianshan.

Qiushui said with a solemn face: "Could it be that this person is the enemy of Hua Qianjiu, he has only painted so much, maybe this person killed Zhou Qing!"

Xue Jianshan: "......"

Cheng Huan glanced at Qiushui strangely: "Have you never liked others?"

Qiushui's face turned red: "Isn't it good to live alone?"

Xue Jianshan and Wei Zhi raised their heads at the same time, and replied decisively in unison: "It's not good." ”

Qiushui was startled: "What are you doing so loudly here!"

Wei Zhi turned his head silently.

Xue Jianshan stared down at his copper coin.

Cheng Huanhu stared at Wei Zhi suspiciously: "You-"

"I'll go outside and have a look!" Wei Zhi interrupted Cheng Huan weakly, picked up three hundred and was about to go out.

As a result, he was so nervous that the three hundred in his hand fell to the ground.

"Bang-"

The ground shook violently.

Wei Zhi was stunned: "I didn't use my strength. ”

Cheng Huan's face was slightly gloomy, and before he could speak, the ground trembled again.

Then, the place where Cheng Huan and the others were standing suddenly sank, and a group of people rolled down like rolling beans.

It didn't seem to be a single road below, and Cheng Huan and they were separated not long after they fell.

In the chaos, a hand grabbed Cheng Huan's arm, took her into his arms, and used his body to block the impact of the surrounding craggy stone walls.

Cheng Huan's head was pressed into his arms, and he couldn't see anything, only smelling a familiar breath.

When they finally rolled to the end, there was nothing to see around them.

Cheng Huan lit a flame and shone Wei Zhi's face.

Wei Zhi still maintained the posture of holding her.

Maybe the distance between the two people was too close, and Cheng Huan felt a little strange nervousness in hindsight.

Her perception was clearer than ever.

Even the hot air that blew above her head between Wei Zhi's breaths seemed to be able to penetrate her body everywhere.

Cheng Huan frowned a little uncomfortably and said, "Wei Zhi, you put away the three hundred first, and it will reach my waist." ”

Wei Zhi's body froze.

"What?" Cheng Huan saw that he didn't move, and hurriedly asked, "Could it be that he is out of control again?" ”

Three hundred didn't know what it was, Wei Zhi spent a lot of time along the way, and it would only make it bigger and smaller.

But Wei Zhi couldn't control him skillfully, so once when he was fighting with Ling Xiao, three hundred suddenly became hundreds of meters long, almost smashing Ling Xiao half to death.

"No......" Wei Zhi said hesitantly.

"What's wrong with that?" asked Cheng Huan.

Wei Zhi's face was slightly red, don't look away.

Cheng Huan followed his line of sight and saw three hundred falling on the ground.

“......”

Cheng Huan almost jumped up from Wei Zhi.

However, she had always been accustomed to pretending to be calm and calm in front of Wei Zhi, so after stiffening for a moment, she pretended to be calm and ready to get up.

"Wait—" Wei Zhi suddenly screamed in pain.

Cheng Huan paused.