Besides, in the city lord's mansion, the book is different from other attendants, it is not that Zhong Xihou has to stand when he sits, and Zhong Xihou also knows that he is a person who should not be underestimated. Shu Nan drank the tea made of chamomile in the desert, and looked at the mental method left by the Jade Xiao Daoist. This book was given by Yan Xiao, just like a sword given to a hero, and it should be given to those who know it.

"Yingruge, Peach Blossom Fairy, and that Bai Lu, help me prepare the most complete information. ”

"When?"

"When can you?"

"Now. ”

It is difficult to retract a jade pen from the sleeve, and the end of the pen is made of green jade. The pen was jade, and Zhong Xihou had never seen anyone make jade with such craftsmanship.

He wrote back and forth in the air, and a string of runes appeared, and turned into seven blue and white books, which were placed on the table in a row: "Hou Ye can see it, but Hou Ye also knows that the lock of the book of heaven can let Hou Ye know what he wants to know, once he knows the details of a person's identity, he can't reveal it to others." ”

Zhong Xihou opened a book, and a woman was drawn on the paper, she sat elegantly in the courtroom, and the two characters on the right side were Bai Lu.

He looked at it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up, full of smiles at the solution of the puzzle. Bai Lu, Bai Lu, is a person with such an identity, it's interesting and interesting.

The book is difficult to smile at there, Hou Ye has never let him use the book of heaven, even if it is to check his parents and father-in-law, but now, how can he not bear his temperament?

What afflicts people is knowing secrets but not being able to tell them secrets. Because, when you want to tell someone the secret, you find that you forget the secret.

Zhong Xihou looked at the book difficulty, he knew that the hero did not ask the source, just as the ancients said, "There will be no seed, and the man should be self-reliant", and he never asked where the book is difficult and what kind of people have a past. He looked at the jade pen in his hand, whether there is really such a pen in the world that can rise and fall and survive calligraphy and painting.

"Master Hou, but look at the pen in my hand?"

"The last time I saw you use the Book of Heaven, it wasn't this pen. ”

Shu Nan waved his hand, and the jade pen disappeared. "Literati and ink writers like good ink, good paper, good paint, and good pens, and it is not easy to find a good pen. Once a good pen is used and the book of heaven is opened, the pen will be wasted. Can Master Hou get used to what he is used to disappearing in an instant?"

Zhongxi Hou closed the book of heaven, turned his head and looked at the book: "When did it happen?"

"Yubi, when did the envoy from Lincheng come?"

Zhongxi Hou smiled, it is rumored that the jade pen of the Qing Emperor is a holy relic, and the Dragon Emperor gave it to the Zhu family when the country was founded. This King of Jinling is really making the best use of everything, he doesn't believe that a Lincheng Society really can't even look at a pen. Think about it, a treasure is enshrined as a holy object, but it is of little use to him, so another way to show its value.

"Then, the little prince of the Zhu family came to my Xicheng, do you know any clues?"

Shu Nan nodded, but he pursed his lips and smiled: "It's still the same sentence, it's hard to tell the vertical book, this little prince, I'm afraid of fighting with the city lord dragon python in the future." ”

Dragon, python, fight?

The two of them didn't know how to continue the conversation, but there was an explosion, and the earth trembled. The sound of explosions came from the other side of the ancient wood forest in the city that never sleeps, and the water of the night lake made huge waves, and the swims in the lake jumped out of the lake one after another, rippling for a long time.

"Someone!"

"Wait!"

Zhong Xihou looked at the book, and he didn't know what kind of name this person wanted, and when he saw that his eyes turned left and right, he understood and dispersed the servant. The book is difficult to turn into the jade pen again, still writing and drawing back and forth in the air like before, this time it is not seven blue books, but a glass mirror that is one zhang high and half a zhang wide.

With the light touch of the jade pen on the mirror, the original five-color glass instantly faded and turned silver, and the picture inside gradually emerged.

In the ancient woods, I saw a man wearing a black wood armor and wearing a red coat fighting with seven or eight black-clothed people, and most of the other party was still at a disadvantage. The corpse on the ground was nearly thirty years old, thin and thin, and was once one of the eyes and ears of Zhongxi Hou. He couldn't help frowning slightly, if one of the people on patrol was killed, then who could guarantee the safety of the others?

Just look at this red-clothed and black-faced man, his left hand becomes the claw of a tiger and a dragon, his lower body sweeps his legs, the wind becomes a whirlwind and a force, like a sharp arrow shoots out, and when everyone gets up, he waves his left hand, and forcibly tears off a person's thick leg, and the technique cannot be said to be merciful.

Soon, the men in black died one by one on the hands of the red-clothed black-faced, and he grabbed the last one and strangled him by the neck with his arm, as if to ask something. A dead soldier like this was not ready to go back alive, so he untied his clothes. Shu Nan's expression was still calm, but Zhong Xihou's eyes widened, and the black-clothed man was actually in a row of "Ten Thousand Burials" on the brocade belt around his waist.

Then there was another explosion, more powerful than the previous two, the earth shook more exaggeratedly, and the image on the glass mirror disappeared. Zhong Xihou looked in the direction of the ancient wood forest, he knew who this red-clothed and black-faced man was, I was afraid that it was his junior brother who had never heard of it, and it was like a song.

This kind of injury is still alive and well, this little junior brother, as rumored, is an immortal person.

Shuyan closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, opened his eyes instantly, and his brows were still not stretched: "Master Hou, with all due respect, Yan Xiao and the others can't stay in the city that never sleeps for a long time." ”

"I know. He faced the place where the ancient wood forest was faced, and his hand unconsciously pressed the dancing sword on his waist, "What will a fierce wolf do if it pounces on the sheep?" Shu Nan still frowned, and Zhongxi Hou said slowly, "It will bite one of the sheep, the head sheep with sharp horns and a strong physique." ”

"Master Hou, you ······"

Zhong Xihou faced the book, just smiled and did not speak.

At the end of the ancient wood, the fire was contained within a radius of 300 paces, as if the area on this side had just rained heavily, and the fire was intimidated.

A large tree fell a piece of charcoal wood and fell to the ground to ashes. One by one, one by one, until the whole tree was scattered, and the song was in the tree. Dressed in tattered clothes and panting, he clutched his mask in his hand and held a token in his right hand, the green tendons in his hand had burst out, as if he wanted to crush the token.

This token is made of ordinary bronze material. The ornamentation is not complicated, except for the edge of the line, which is the carving of a flying ape, and there is another number: two four.

The twilight building is divided into 36 floors and 72 pavilions, which means that the heavens and the earth are evil.

The waist plate on the thirty-sixth floor is bronze, and the one on the seventy-second pavilion is replaced with a pine one.

This waist card is a treasure, these waist cards seem to be simple to make, ordinary people will not think it is a valuable item when they pick it up, but some people think that it is a matter of human life.

The people on the twenty-fourth floor of Tiangang are here, and the ten thousand burials are something that is still being developed by the Duobao Pavilion in the building.

The treasure is exposed, and the people of the building have defected?

The temples that lingered like a song ached, and it hurt like being hit by someone with an angular stone from a few feet away.

The landlord is crazy, the elders retreat, and the landlord rebels?

His grandmother's, everything is involved, if it weren't for the fact that someone found Yan Xiao, he really planned to take Yue'er and wander the world like this, and the fairy couple would forget it.

"Is it painful? Do you understand my pain?"

A barbarian man with a translucent body in his early nine feet floated out from Yingruge's body, with a hideous face, and asked.

"Kill for your life, give me back your life!"

Another scholar with a pale face and a weak body floated out, also translucent.

Yingruge put on a mask, moved her ears slightly, and asked, "Aren't you coming out?"

"I'm not sneaky either. ”

There was another person, this person was somewhat similar to the dress of the lingering song, both of them were ordinary red robes, the robe of the lingering song was close to flames, and this person's robe was more like blood. Similarly, both of them wore face armor, and Ying Ruge's face armor this time was a dragon face that covered his eyes and nose, and this man's was a grimace that covered his entire face.

"Give me back!"

The translucent person who was dressed quite similarly to Ying Ruge roared so angrily, he wanted to strangle Ying Ruge, but he was helpless that he was not dead, and he couldn't touch him at all.

Ying Ruge sat down cross-legged, and slowly lowered his hands from his chest to his knees. "Wherever you are comfortable, where you go. ”

"In front of me, you can still meditate with peace of mind, it's really not ordinary. ”

He stared at Yingruge, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, a full eleven people, tall, short, fat and thin, men and women, old and young. They were all translucent, with fierce eyes, as if they wanted to swallow the man in red in front of them with a thousand knives.

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time!"

This person dressed like a song began to be quiet, but unlike the others, who were generally uninteresting, and still had a hideous face.

When the pranayama of the song Qiyuan is completed, it is a lot more comfortable.

As soon as the hand was raised, those translucent people were immediately sucked back into the haunting song. Immediately after choking on blood, the back of his hand wiped the corners of his mouth, and he was finally comfortable.

Holding the big tree on his side with one hand, he couldn't help panting, but said in his heart, Master, Master, this time you may return the things to me.

Zhong Xihou rode a brown horse, followed by Shu Nan, and rode a white dragon horse, followed by a dozen black-armored soldiers.

"Didn't Master Hou just say that a wolf will bite everywhere when it enters the flock, and the first thing to do is to bite the sheep to death. ”

Zhong Xihou didn't have a hard time reading, he pulled the reins with one hand and pressed the sword on his waist with the other: "What is the wolf's biggest natural enemy?"

Shu Nan smiled slightly: "The natural enemy of wolves? I have never heard of a big colorful insect killing wild wolves." ”

"And what do you hear a lot about?"

"If you want to count, it's people. ”

"If the natural enemy of the wolf is human, then human beings will not attack the sheep they raise, and naturally it is not counted when they are hungry and hungry. ”

"Hou Ye just wants to rely on this flock of sheep to make a disguise?"

Zhong Xihou's face turned to the book, who is the wolf, who is the sheep, who is the hunter with the bow and arrow?

"The first lesson Qu Lao taught Lonely, brute force can't solve anything. ”

When Zhong Xihou arrived, it was a mess, and Ying Ruge had long since disappeared, he could only roughly judge that this little junior brother was not shallowly injured, but he was still alive.

He ordered the search of the land, and the young ancient trees here were all hundred-year-old, and the older thousand-year-old trees were not uncommon. If anyone destroys his 10,000-year-old dragon tree, it will probably be no different from torturing and killing his siblings.

The book was ugly to see the signs of the scene, but he couldn't help but smile and asked, "Hou Ye believes in ghosts and gods?"

"How?"

"Just ask if you think of it. ”

The book is difficult not to answer, and Zhong Xihou does not ask.