Songshan, in the Canghai Pavilion.

Yang Sansui and Zhao Sinan have been in this Canghai Pavilion for a few days, and the empty attic is not as full of martial arts secrets as the martial arts people outside guessed, only the iron wall made of pitch-black steel is set up in the lobby, which seems to be messily arranged, but it seems to be some kind of formation.

It's strange to say, this Canghai Pavilion is known as a collection of thousands of books, not only can you not see the shadow of a secret book, even the legendary person who guards the pavilion has never appeared, and between the empty attics, there are only a few young girls and young voices floating.

Guo Ping and Wu Tai did not play like Yang Sansui and them, they were always nervous, obeyed Zhao Wuliang's instructions, took care of several people, and did not let them go out.

Zhao Sinan and Jia Xuanxuan are childlike, chattering around, touching this and looking at that, a few hours are also boring, Zhao Sinan is getting worse, I don't know where to get the red broken bricks, and Jia Xuanxuan started painting on the dark iron wall.

The crooked lines in the painting probably outline the shape of flowers or animals, and Yang Sansui couldn't help but smile bitterly after seeing it a few times. This is really, Qi Baishi painted shrimp, and they painted blindly, I don't know how the people guarding the pavilion will feel when they see this scene.

But it is estimated that he will not be too angry, after all, several people in the pavilion are the ancestors of the Zhao family, and there are few foreign surnames

It is estimated that like this Zhao Nanchao, Zhao Sinan is only spoiled and has no blame.

In this Canghai Pavilion, although it was a little noisy due to the arrival of a few people, it made Yang Sansui have a moment of peace in his heart.

In the past five years, Yang Sansui has been practicing hard day and night, plus Zhao Nanchao's old heavenly master has given him a small stove in a timely manner, and he has been in the realm of a six-grade little master, which was originally to prepare for the battle of the mountain after the age of fourteen in his previous life, but he didn't expect that this year, the four princes would come to Songshan in person, remembering that there was no such thing in the previous life, could it be that his rebirth disrupted some laws, or rhythm?

It is also strange to say that in this life, his martial arts realm seems to be faster than in the previous life, but Zhao Sinan's martial arts are a little slower, and now he is still hovering at the peak of the seven-rank pictogram, although there are signs of breakthrough in recent days, but compared with the twenty-four Fangling in the previous life, it is still much slower, and the reason for this Yang Sansui did not understand after thinking hard.

Heaven and earth creation, perhaps this cause and effect, has already been rewritten at the moment of Yang Sansui's rebirth.

However, since he was reborn and killed himself at the same time, why didn't Zhao Sinan have any memories of his past life? This mysterious and mysterious thing, after all, was his previous life his dream of Nanke, or was the thing in this life the corner of the yellow sorghum?

Thinking to no avail, and can't talk to outsiders, if it weren't for Yang Sansui's open-minded nature, I'm afraid he would have gone mad a long time ago.

If you come, you will be safe, no matter what, the beloved person in this life is beside you, and you have a small success in your martial arts, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, so what is there to fear?

As if God gave him a chance, in this life, he must protect the people around him, and at the same time, his life experience and who his parents are, he must also find out.

Thinking of this, he secretly tightened his fists, and it was to settle down, run Zhoutian, and race against time to practice the sea record.

The top floor of the Canghai Pavilion.

There is no staircase on the top floor, and the middle is elevated, but it is attached to the wall at a tricky angle, and it is difficult to find that there are several simple tables and chairs around it, and a pot of hot tea is not charcoal but it is faintly emitting mist.

After a closer look, I found that several elderly people in the dark were here to push cups and change lamps and taste tea.

"Lao Wang, the tea is a little cold"

Just look at a slightly chubby white-haired old man getting up and picking up the teapot, holding the bottom end with one hand, and seeing no superfluous movements, the tea in the teapot is gradually heated, slightly boiling.

"Okay, Lao Wang, this good Chunshen tea will lose its taste if it is boiled again, but don't listen to the blind command of the Southern Dynasty. A sturdy old man shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Eh, Zhao Beiwu, don't you have to get along with the old man?

"Okay, don't make any noise, this is still the same age as when you were young, let your juniors know that you don't laugh off your big teeth"

The white-haired and white-bearded old man in the shadows spoke and interrupted the quarrel.

The old man who spoke seemed to be quite dignified among the others, and several of them did not argue anymore.

"Nanchao, why are you here this time?" the old man said.

"Of course there is, otherwise I wouldn't want to come to this boring place. ”

"Hey, I didn't say you, Southern Dynasty, there is good tea here, why don't you know how to enjoy it" The old man who was called Zhao Beiwu asked.

"Don't argue, let's talk about things in the Southern Dynasty," the majestic old man interrupted.

"Big brother, look at the meditating child downstairs."

"Hey, this kid looks, is it" Although he is on the sixth floor, he can see clearly when his eyes sweep.

"Exactly. ”

"Poor boy, eh, what do you mean by being here today?"

"Big brother, if the general situation is chaotic today, the Dharma Academy and Huangting Taoism invited me to Songshan and the world's heroes to discuss major matters, as if the world's charm has changed, I am afraid of trouble, I will leave for some time, during this period, can I let my brother take charge of Songshan for me, and teach this child one or two by the way"

"Eh, the third child, it seems that you still haven't let go of the things of the year, then your granddaughter, okay, you can go with peace of mind, I'll take care of it together, Songshan has me and your second brother won't make trouble."

"Nanchao is here to thank my brother"

"Phew, you old white hair, you are so polite to your own brother" Zhao Beiwu echoed behind him.

"Beiwu, you are a bit of a second brother, if it weren't for your cynical character, the Southern Dynasty would not have supported this Songshan alone for so many years"

Zhao Beiwu seemed to be at a loss, and he no longer argued.

"I look at that little doll's breath, Brother Nan has been obsessed with it in the past few years" The fat old man who had not spoken and was called Lao Wang interjected at the right time to avoid Zhao Beiwu's embarrassment.

"Lao Wang, you don't know, I owed them too much back then, and now, eh, but, Xiao Sansui is extremely talented, and it is estimated that it is the most suitable for the eldest brother's appetite, otherwise I wouldn't have opened my mouth."

"Okay, Nanchao, your mouth has risen a lot in the past few years, you can rest assured to go, he and your little doll will not go wrong with me, you don't have to pay too much attention to the things back then, speaking of which, it is also my Songshan that owes them the Yang family. ”

"You can pay attention to this time, it's not that the second brother is talking nonsense, I have been bored in the past few years, and I have made some achievements in studying this astrological phenomenon, this martial arts, I'm afraid it's going to change."

Zhao Nanchao was stunned at first, but he didn't expect his second brother Zhao Beiwu, who had loved to oppose him since he was a child, to speak like this.

"Remember, big brother and second brother, you should be more careful"

"Also, Lao Wang, you have nothing to do sports, and guarding the pavilion is not guarding yourself, your flesh, I'm afraid you're going to fall out of the second grade."

Everyone laughed, and they were no longer restrained.

Between the jokes, it seems that a few people have returned to their youth, and they can't help but recall those eventful years.

The sword is near the river, the waves are surging, and the horses are passing the border, and the momentum is like a tide......

However, after ten years of lead Hua dream, all of them will pay their hearts to the waves. The attic talks and laughs at the end of the years, and the snow and white hair of Songshan are long......