Yu Ziye paced and looked around, thinking at the same time, if Shen Yu couldn't come in here, there would definitely be no Shen Yanhe's primordial spirit.

However, Shen Yu was obviously trying to get in by all means, and the most likely thing was that he was hiding the secret book of cultivation.

Pressed for time, she noticed a small jade tripod in the middle of the pool, and something must be hidden in it.

But the turbulence and impermanence of this waterhole are not impossible. Yu Ziye picked up a stone and threw it into the water, and the stone turned into dust and dissipated in the water in an instant.

She tried to use the spiritual power of her body to rise into the air, riding the wind to see if she could cross the current, and the air above the torrent was twisted together like strands of hemp rope, and Yu Ziye's hair touched it, and it was cut in an instant.

Before she retreated to the barrier, she was terrified, but fortunately she didn't pass it directly, otherwise she would have lost her life here.

Presumably because although he has the power of water on his body, his cultivation is really low, and even if he gets the secret book of cultivation at this moment, it is estimated that the Yuan Shen and the heart vein will not be able to withstand the flow of the power of water travel.

After thinking about it for a while, Yu Ziye had no choice but to give up, planning to come up with a way to control this torrent mechanism before coming to get the cheats.

Back in Moting, Yu Ziye felt very uncomfortable, during the eight hundred years he was with Yu Laosan, he followed his father to eat, drink and have fun, traveled in the mountains and rivers, and copied books when he had nothing to do, and he was pressed by Yu Laosan in front of the bookcase, and he was so lazy.

Now I regret that I didn't cultivate well at the beginning and improve my cultivation, so that I can get the cheats for cultivation as soon as possible, and I don't have to be led by Shen Yu.

Thinking of Shen Yu, Yu Ziye was inevitably a little angry in his heart, if he tortured her and despised her, with her lazy nature, he would definitely grit his teeth and endure it, and he would not take it seriously, and live his life as usual every day.

But he just looked at the face that was exactly the same as Shen Yanhe, and did a light act towards himself. If she is delirious one day, will not a great calamity come......

But what she was even more puzzled about was that if Shen Yuruo was for the sake of power, there was no need to do these things at all, what was his purpose......

“...... What my venerable brother once had, I now get ......"

“...... What he asks for in the future will be my ......."

Shen Yu's words suddenly echoed in Yu Ziye's mind at this moment, she shook her head and calmed down.

I have to find a way to make it impossible for him to blackmail Shen Yanhe.

On that day, Shen Yanhe left the Atami Grottoes and went to Yanwu alone. He was also curious about Lian Zuo's attitude towards the totem in the extreme southern fairyland.

After arriving at Lian's house, he asked the subordinate who usually took care of Lian Zuo, and the person said honestly:

"Even the elders are no longer as crazy and angry as before, and they are very quiet, but they no longer speak, and they sit in front of the bookcase to write and draw, as if they are ghostly drawings, and they can't recognize them. ”

dismissed the subordinates, Shen Yanhe came to Lian Zuo's room, at this time Lian Zuo was sitting on the couch, looking at the scenery outside the window in a daze, as if he was not aware of Shen Yanhe's arrival.

"Elder Lian. Shen Yanhe greeted loudly.

When Lian Zuo saw the comer, he looked frightened, and hurriedly hid in the corner of the wall trembling, covering his face and not daring to look at the person's face.

Seeing this, Shen Yanhe felt very bitter in his heart, the former generation of war gods, who had taken over Yanwu for more than a thousand years, and the respected elder Yanwu had now changed into this appearance.

And the initiator of all this is Shen Yu.

Shen Yanhe saw Lian Zuo's frightened look, and his eyes gloomily remembered Yu Ziye, who was afraid of him when he woke up in the Atami Grottoes that day.

Involuntarily stepped forward, Shen Yanhe instinctively approached Lian Zuo, squatted beside him, caressed the old man's shoulder with his palm, and did not speak.

As if sensing the difference in the arrival, and as if he had taken off a little guard, Lian Zuo raised his head, hesitantly put down the hands holding his head, and looked at him suspiciously with a pair of deep-set eyes.

Looking at the lines at the corners of Lian Zuo's eyes and the deep sunken cheeks, Shen Yanhe's face was soft, he gently helped Lian Zuo up, and the two sat opposite each other.

Lian Zuo seemed to have lost the ability to speak, opened his mouth to make a voice but tried and failed repeatedly, Shen Yanhe thought for a moment, took a pen and paper from the bookcase, and motioned him to write and draw at will.

Lian Zuo picked up the pen, but he didn't know where to start, and he didn't know what to do, he looked at Shen Yanhe intently, not knowing what he was thinking.

There is no way to go on like this, Shen Yanhe rubbed his forehead, simply picked up a pen and paper, and painted the totem of the Extreme South Wonderland in his memory on the paper. He was helpless, so he could only give it a try and see if Lian Zuo could think of something.

Lian Zuo looked at it, his expression changed slightly, his brows furrowed, he took the pen and paper, slowly drew the three totems, and pushed the paper towards the opposite person.

Shen Yanhe took a closer look at Lian Zuo's drawing, the three totems seemed to be connected in a line, and they seemed to be scattered in disorder, he wanted to turn the paper upside down to see, but Lian Zuo pushed back to the starting position.

Shen Yanhe was stunned for a moment, thought carefully for a while, and suddenly realized: "Elder Lian, you mean...... What do these three totems represent location?"

Lian Zuo didn't answer, he walked to the bookcase tremblingly, picked up some papers, and there were many unintelligible lines and unrecognizable characters drawn on them, he took them and walked towards Shen Yanhe, scattering a little along the way.

Shen Yanhe hurriedly stepped forward to pick them up one by one, presumably these papers must have some meaning, although he couldn't figure it out for a while, he intuitively felt that this was not Lian Zuo's crazy move.

After putting away all the drawings and papers he brought, Shen Yanhe thanked Lian Zuo and planned to leave and go to the grotto to study the papers slowly.

However, when Lian Zuo saw that he was leaving, his expression changed drastically, and he grabbed Shen Yanhe's arm suddenly.

Although Lian Zuo is old and delirious, after all, he is a person who has practiced martial arts for thousands of years, and Shen Yanhe can't break free for a while.

"Elder Lian, ...... you?" Shen Yanhe asked suspiciously, didn't he still have something to say?

He was about to help Lian Zuo to the side and sit down to see what he had not explained, but Lian Zuo stood still like crazy and refused to ask him to move for half a minute.

Shen Yanhe had doubts in his heart, couldn't he take this paper away?

He hurriedly took it out and said to Lian Zuo, "Elder Lian, I can keep this...... Ugh!"

Before his words fell, Lian Zuo actually gathered his lifelong cultivation in the palm of his hand, and before Shen Yanhe could react, he immediately crossed into his primordial spirit!

"Elder Lian!" Shen Yanhe exclaimed, "No!"

Suddenly, Shen Yanhe felt abundant spiritual power wandering in his heart, and his whole body was filled with warmth, and his thousand-year-old practice was thus incorporated into Shen Yanhe's primordial spirit.

Lian Zuo slowly withdrew his hand, and a smile appeared on his face, three points stupid, seven points relaxed. He didn't say anything, pushed Shen Yanhe, and seemed to tell him to leave quickly, and then lay down on the bed, turned his back and stopped entanglement.

Shen Yanhe's heart was surging like a wave, and he couldn't calm down for a while. He looked down at the paper in his hand and sighed even more uncomfortably.

On the half-torn rice paper, a few big characters were written crookedly:

Wuzhou is fixed, and I am peaceful.

Even Zuo had already recognized his identity.