When twilight fell, the sky hung obliquely on the crescent, and the faint moonlight reflected in front of a window.

Mo Chen lay on the couch, thinking back to his father's panicked look at Han Yumen this morning, more or less puzzled and puzzled.

It's just a legendary sect, can it really stir up the storm.

But he only knew very little about Hanyumen. Among the books I have read, I have also brought a few strokes. He turned over and wanted to rest, but he still couldn't let go of his heart, and wanted to know more about it, so he got up and changed his clothes and went to the reading pavilion.

Reading the pavilion accumulates large and small books in the rivers and lakes, if you want to know the details of the situation in Hanyumen in previous years, you have to explore it here.

At night, the trees around Nancang are tall and straight, but there is no daylight, and the green leaves become extremely gray. Suddenly, a black shadow scurried by, stepped on a few branches, accompanied by the breeze, turned over and landed lightly on the low wall next to the pavilion.

The Soul Breaking Sword is the sword of the late Qin Yan, the leader of the Canglong of Nancang, where will the head of Nancang hide it?

Ling Mo has already explored many places, but they are just ordinary houses, and the secret passages have not been discovered. I haven't explored this building yet. She leapt from the low wall to the pavilion, slowly pushing open the window and entering the upper floor.

Mo Chen lit an oil lamp and flipped through the history of the rivers and lakes in the pavilion. It seemed that after some time, a mountain of books appeared beside him, and he took out one of the books from the unread volume, and looked at the book cover, there was no title on it, and there was a word "fire" in the lower right corner, and there were other words under the word "fire", but they were blurry and could not be seen clearly.

He was curious, and this book was also the first time he had seen it. From childhood to adulthood, I checked the books, but I didn't find anything.

Mo Chen flipped through a few pages, his eyes swept roughly, and the previous record was to write pharmacology, it seems that the person who wrote the book had a lot of research on pharmacology, and he also carried paintings. He flipped through the pages a few more times, and his eyes were fixed and his brows furrowed.

'Xuan Han'

Isn't this the internal strength of Hanyumen's cultivation? Mo Chen was tired, but when he saw the two words, he suddenly straightened up. Hold the oil lamp closer.

'Xuan Han - Yin and cold internal strength, you need to be in a cold place to practice, otherwise, the cold qi attacks its heart and veins, freezing the whole body. This internal power uses ice silk as a sharp blade, and if it is injured, the cold will force into the internal organs, and the movement cannot be performed freely. In order to achieve the effect of suppressing the other party, and then take people's lives. If the ice is injured or destroyed, it will leave frost that will not melt for a long time. ’

Mo Chen looked at this paragraph, and also thought about it in his heart, and said to himself, "Yin and cold internal strength, hurting others and hurting yourself, to practice this exercise, you must first let yourself be poisoned by the cold, wait for the toxins to invade the five internal organs, and then merge with the internal force." Xuan Han drives the ice silk and attacks the enemy.

Poisoned people, at first the limbs pain is unbearable, and then attack the lungs, tortured to death, want to practice this skill, should be poisoned, endure the pain in order to cultivate, this is what happened, in order to be ruthless to themselves. ”

Mo Chen's experience and knowledge in previous years, and then compared with each other in this record, he already knew a little about Xuan Han's internal strength, but after all, what he wanted to know was the Han Yumen, what was the origin. What was it like twenty years ago, why did it disappear, why did it appear now, and can this book solve the puzzle?

The faint moonlight, through the paper window, can vaguely see the scene in the house. There are so many books placed here, and it is amazing.

Entering the Yuelou Pavilion, Ling Mo carefully looked inside this floor to observe whether there were any secret passages. The walls were covered with books, and she stepped forward to look up and down. Found a bookshelf with the words 'weapon' written on it. It is also the only place where such books are placed, and the others are records of events the size of the rivers and lakes.

In fact, her eyes were dark about the three words 'Soul Breaking Sword', and she only knew that its owner was called Qin Yan.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that in the battle of Fuhe ten years ago, the Qiu Ye Sect wantonly killed the power sects, destroyed the sects, and destroyed the secret books, in order to establish their own faction as the leader and dominate the martial arts. Therefore, Nancang gathered all forces to gather on the bank of the Fu River to besiege Qiuye Jiao. Qin Yan used the Soul Breaking Sword to kill hundreds of people, and in the end, the sword was too bloodthirsty to control, so it was buried in Nancang Mountain. Since then, the world has never seen the Soul Breaking Sword again, and Qin Yan was also killed in this battle.

Although it is said so vividly, the rumors are still rumors, and they cannot be fully believed. Ling Mo searched for the scroll, hoping to find the true whereabouts of the sword.

After some hours, it was time for the third watch.

Mo Chen read the nameless book, but he didn't gain anything, and the later records have nothing to do with it.

At the same time, Ling Mo was already a few floors above him, and she flipped through all the books, but she found nothing.

She turned to look down the floor, but unfortunately one of the windows caught her attention, and there was a window that was not closed.

The moonlight shone through a slit in a small part of the ground, which was indistinguishable from the other forms, but slightly higher. Ling Mo was extremely observant, so he knew that something was suspicious.

Jump and tap on the railing to teleport here. She examined it carefully, driving the ice silk to reach into the slit, wrap around a corner, and lift it upward. A scroll appeared in front of her eyes, with 'Soul Breaker Sword' written on the face.

No one will notice this place in daily life, but because of this dark environment, the moonlight magnifies this place, and it is clear at a glance.

Ling Mo's pupils dilated, and he couldn't wait to reach out to get it, and instantly heard a strange sound.

Something was flying towards her at great speed, and although she couldn't see clearly, she relied on her sense of hearing to sense the source of the faint sound. Unusual for calmness.

In a moment, she leaned back, silver like a thin thread, and the object flew in front of her.

It's a poison needle.

The poison needle flew very fast, piercing deep into the cylinder, but there was some movement because of it.

"Who is it?!"

Mo Chen felt only abnormal, and immediately looked for the source. In an instant, it was within twenty paces of Ling Mo.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Ling Mo quickly threw out the ice silk and snatched the scroll from the dark place.

Seeing this, Mo Chen rushed forward, her hand touched the scroll, but she was avoided by Ling Mo, she took advantage of the gap in the middle, reached the railing lightly, and went down to the first floor.

Mo Chen took advantage of the victory to pursue, blocked Ling Mo's way, and fought with her. The two of them actually have the same martial arts, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat, but because Mo Chen understands this terrain, the other party is approaching a desperate situation, Ling Mo uses ice silk with his backhand, stabbing Mo Chen in the front, as soon as he dodges, this desperate situation will reveal a flaw, and Ling Mo jumped past him.

Mo Chen knew that this was a trick, so he suddenly turned sharply, grabbed the end of the scroll, and pulled the scroll out, Ling Mo was stumped by this, and did not escape successfully, but Mo Chen saw that he didn't want to damage the scroll, so he took advantage of the situation to pull the distance.

In order to protect the scroll, Ling Mo could only shorten the distance, his eyes were sharp, and he used ice silk to cut off his wrist. Suddenly, there was a force in his body that suppressed the internal force, and he couldn't use the ice silk normally. When he was distracted, Mo Chen took the opportunity to hit Ling Mo in the abdomen with a palm.

Ling Mo was knocked back by that palm for more than a dozen steps, and in desperation, he cut the scroll with ice silk and cut it in half.

Mo Chen chased after him, bent on capturing this person. Ling Mo immediately made a decision, threw out the ice silk, wrapped around the extremely thick tree roots, increased the internal force, and the ice silk flashed with silver light.

Suddenly, the roots of the tree broke, and the ground shook when it fell to the ground. This situation blocked Mo Chen's path, and she took advantage of this to have a moment to escape.

A group of people behind sensed the movement and quickly rushed behind Mo Chen.

"Young master, what happened?" A man said eagerly.

This person's name is Yuan Yu, and he has been following Mo Chen for a long time. When he was down, he was rescued by the young master, and then brought into Nancang to teach martial arts, in order to repay the grace of saving his life, it was his life's mission to follow the young master to protect the young master.

"Someone wants to steal the books in the library. Mo Chen lowered his head and saw the broken scroll in his hand. When Yuan Yu heard this, he sent his disciples to chase him.

"Don't go, people are gone. And the other party's internal strength is mellow, you are not his opponent. Mo Chen walked to one place, squatted down and touched the end of the tree root, the traces on it were glowing with silver light, and the fingertips were piercing and cold to the touch.

"Frost?" he said, wiping one of them, in surprise.

"Nancang Mountain is like spring all year round, even if the night is cold, there will be no frost. On the side, Yuan Yu was even more puzzled.

Mo Chen thought back to the scroll and wrote...

'If the ice is wounded or destroyed, it will leave frost that will not melt for a long time. '

"Could it be... , Yuanyu, looking back at the pavilion. ”