Tianzong laughed carefully and said generously: "Take people with short hands and eat people with soft mouths!" Just rush to the sect master's 'two' gifts and half a pot of good wine, and the White Feather Divine Book should also be given away." Tonglu, take out the White Feather Divine Book!"

Where could Tonglu tolerate Tianzong to squander a loser like this, glared at his brother, and scolded in a low voice: "Are you drunk and confused?

Tianzong was scolded by his sister, subconsciously shrunk his neck, and persuaded him with good words: "That divine book is obscure, and I don't know that it will take dozens of hundreds of years to decipher, so it is better to be a favor, give it to him, and make one more friend." Besides, he is the lord of the Northern Underworld, if we can call him a brother, wouldn't it be more face-saving for us to walk on the rivers and lakes?"

"Do you still think that you are not famous enough? The reputation of our sect has been suppressed by you alone, and now when you mention 'Tianzong' on the rivers and lakes, how many of you think of it is not you but the real Tianzong? You have forgotten that you are Mu Lifu and not Tianzong! I don't care about any White Feather Divine Book or any martial arts immortal fate. I'm worried about the mouth of the rivers and lakes, and I'm worried that our Heavenly Sect will be misunderstood and befriended by the Demon Sect, so that we will be summoned to destroy the disaster. Our brothers and sisters have gone to the ends of the earth, so we are naturally at ease, but have you ever thought about the hundreds of people in the mountain gate?"

Tong Lu finished speaking, took out the long scroll he carried with him, and rested it on the stone tablet that fell to the ground, as for how to choose, it depends on the calculation in Tianzong's heart.

However, the Heavenly Sect pushed the scroll in front of Sikong God without hindrance. What his sister said he naturally thought about, but compared to the current situation where Sikong God retreated after killing one person at will, Tianzong naturally couldn't risk his sister's life. His own life can be explained here without hesitation, and even anyone's life can be sacrificed here, but Tonglu can't! This is a trade-off that Immortal Yuan and the head of the Demon Sect Leader still can't be equated with.

Picking up the scroll, he had no doubt about the authenticity of the object. Sikong Shenzai was not in a hurry to take it into his arms and keep it for himself, but generously spread it out on the broken stele, "This ancient book is recorded in a secret method, divided into two text forms, one is a mysterious sacrificial text that has long been submerged in the long river of history, and the other special symbol is even more indecipherable by ordinary methods. Just because these symbols are not any kind of writing at all. ”

Sikong Shenzai seems to have mastered the method of deciphering this White Feather Divine Book, and he intends to make it public. His intentions made several people here a little uncertain.

Yuchuan Village is the Taishan Beidou that has stood on the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and the deeds of the heirs of the Yi family are also the chivalrous deeds of the people through the world, so the evil crooked way has always been regarded as an enemy, and then fast. Yi Yayi strictly obeys the ancestral teachings, does not associate with obscenity, don't look over it at this time, even if it is related to the new realm of martial arts, as long as it comes from the Demon Sect Master, he will never look at it or listen to it.

Of course, this did not prevent the two brothers and sisters from listening to the teachings with their ears and eyes open, especially Tonglu, who had previously sworn to die and not live and die with evil demons, but now she was as well-behaved as a poor and studious child. The appearance of diligence and diligence meets the criteria of any master for judging the word "student".

At this moment, the "good student" Tong Lu raised his hand and said: "A symbol is not a word, it must be an image." At first glance, these symbols appear to be orderly, but in fact they are disrupted, and another text is added, obscuring the true meaning. If you want me to say, this may be just a piece of the puzzle. The individual archaic characters are the annotations that need to be indicated in various places on the map. ”

Sikong Shen nodded in affirmation: "That's true! This seat is just a way to crack it from the old law left by the ancestors. Unexpectedly, Miss Mu is thoughtful, and I believe that even if there is no reminder from this seat, it will not be difficult to crack this divine book. ”

Unexpectedly, this big devil would be so sweet and would praise people, Tonglu's heart jumped, and he was praised for a sentence and a half, and his discriminatory attitude towards Sikong Shenzai changed greatly.

Tianzong was also very proud, touched his sister's head, and said without hesitation: "Ah, your head can be regarded as catching up with the weight of your breasts." Ha ......"

Only then did he laugh for the first time, and the arm resting on the top of his sister's head was caught by Tonglu, and the whole person was thrown over the shoulder for more than a hundred zhang, and after smashing several thick trees, he could stop the fall, and the dense forest was plowed out of a shocking deep ditch.

The little prince, who was about to laugh out loud, found that Tonglu glanced at him, and hurriedly scolded righteously and categorically: "If you don't behave properly, you can't choose what you say!"

Sikong Shen invited Tonglu to pick up the broken remnants of the long scroll together, and according to the discontinuity of the length of the ancient and different texts, thirty-six parts can be roughly obtained, each part has to piece together countless small pictures, and then can connect the large pictures, and finally echo and join each other to become a larger general picture. It takes a lot of thought. Even if you know that this is a puzzle, it is not easy to put together the whole picture.

The two of them used pen and ink to draw the fragmentary symbols on the paper, and after they finished expanding one part, they selected and combined them into a very small picture, and then repeated the fragmentation of the next part. Until the sun sets in the west, the dusk fades away, and the night finally comes.

The original tension between the two sides no longer exists, but now Yi Yayi is jealous, Tianzong is drinking, Master Mu is meditating and participating in Zen, and Lin Wutao is chasing butterflies with the sword that blows his hair and makes a decision.

These big flaming butterflies are so magical that a sharp sword can't even hurt them. Lin Wutao caught up with a slightly larger male butterfly, and slashed at its back with a sword, although the male butterfly was not damaged, but it was stimulated, and frantically shook off the scales on its wings, and the scales actually burned in the air, reflecting a faint red light.

Lin Wutao drove the male butterfly to the vicinity of the broken monument to illuminate the two who were struggling to write. However, the butterfly can only illuminate for a moment at most, and when the scales on its body are gone, it will no longer glow. So he has to keep catching and chasing butterflies, although Tonglu said that the "peerless master" of their realm can see things at night as day, but he still can't stop Lin Wutao's enthusiasm and the child's playful nature, so he went.

Until late in the evening, the little prince was tired from playing early and was asleep.

Sikong Shen and Tonglu finally put together thirty-six small pictures, and Tonglu couldn't focus on more than a dozen small pictures in his hand. There are round, square, and triangular, and these three shapes cannot be put together into a map in any way. Looking at Sikong God in his hands, it is also these three types of shapes, maybe the small pictures of the square and the triangle can be spliced together, but the round small picture can not be filled in any way, could it be that there is something missing in it?

Sikong Shen put together the thirty-six small diagrams, and put away the twelve round diagrams, and handed over the eight triangular small diagrams to Tong Lu, explaining: "The eight triangles are the eight trigrams, which are the 'people' of the three talents; the sixteen square diagrams are still the four directions with the combination of four and four, which is the 'earth' of the three talents; and the circle chart that implies the 'sky' of the three talents represents the movement of the stars and day and night, so the twelve diagrams are independent of each other and related to each other, and there is no need to be specially spliced." There are really three general drawings here, not one. ”

Tonglu connected the eight pictures on both sides with the principle of eight trigrams, and after a while, it really formed a chessboard with the ocean as the plate and the island as the sub, and the island in the middle was drawn particularly delicately, there was a volcano on the island, and the crater symbolically painted with a long knife, obliquely inserted into the mountain. I don't know what the metaphor means.

On the other side, Sikong Shen also put together a square map symbolizing the earth in the round heaven and earth, although this map is also a map, but the way it is drawn is more like a mural of sacrificial narratives. The map is divided into two parts, the upper part occupies less than a tenth of the entire square map, and the depiction is exquisitely depicted as a fairy island floating on the top of the clouds, and the various altar palaces on the island are clearly visible. The more dominant image below is set against a backdrop of mountains and rivers, with an immortal holding a star depicted directly above a valley. From here, the drawings shifted to a narrative-based style. A Taoist with a whisk in his hand runs through the beginning and end, first appearing at the mouth of the valley, and the trajectory of his appearance leads a route for everyone.

Connected to a vast waterhole in the depths of the valley, the Taoist walked on the waterhole, leaving behind a row of nine-petal lotus flowers, as if to express the Taoist's profound cultivation, able to give birth to lotus flowers step by step. The Taoist entered a cave under the gorge, there was a cave in the middle, and the six huge toads at the bottom opened their mouths and spit out a dragon each. The six-tailed dragon enveloped the Taoist and rushed to the fairy island above.

Everyone was dazzled, could it be that there are still immortals in the world!

Sikong Shen put away the square map, did not go to retrieve the gossip map in Tonglu's hand, and began to solemnly explain the reason here: "The Taoist in this picture is the ancestor of the Sikong family, the Sikong family has been loyal to the immortal lord to guard the fairy island for generations, after each generation of the immortal lord withered away, the Sikong family will have a group of people to become the mausoleum keepers, escorting the immortal to the island, this group of people will spend their entire lives, will stay on the island, for the immortal lord to guard the mausoleum." Thousands of years ago, the situation was turbulent, and the Sikong family suffered a catastrophe. The surviving clansmen could not continue to maintain the obligations of the mausoleum keepers, so they had to hide the key to open the mausoleum, and scattered and reorganized the three maps of the key, the immortal tomb, and the island mechanism into a ciphertext, that is, the White Feather Divine Book. Later, the divine book was lost, and the Sikong family completely cut off the connection with the immortal tomb, and the ancestors only left sporadic records about this place. ”

Unexpectedly, there is such a hidden identity behind the majestic Demon Sect Master, and now that the things are also returned to the original owner, Tianzong has no intention of forcibly taking it, so he is naturally unwilling to take risks, "Since the Divine Book is an old thing from the ancestor of the Sikong Sect Master, it is reasonable for the sect leader to keep it." The mausoleum buried the great man of your ancestors, and now there is Brother Sikong to undertake the will and continue to protect the immortal tomb, which is also the deep blessing of the tomb owner. Our brother and sister and brother Yi will not move the idea of 'fairy fate' again!"

Sikong Shen, who was quite elegant and gentlemanly, seemed to hear an extremely ridiculous joke, his face showed a madness that was intolerable in the world, and the flaming red butterflies around him were frightened and retreated. Kirul, who had already developed a lot of affection for this person, was at a loss at this time, and it turned out that she had never understood what kind of person this was.

Tianzong pressed the dragon whisker string that was beating at his fingertips, and cast a puzzled look.

Sikong Shen looked at the white feather divine book that was still left on the stone tablet, and sneered: "Ten thousand years of guarding the mausoleum, hundreds of generations and thousands of generations of ancestors have spent the rest of their lives on a lonely island in vain, and the Sikong family has already been benevolent to the people in the tomb. After thousands of years of separation, where is there still loyalty to the dead in this seat? Now is the time for the dead in the tomb to give back to the descendants of the Sikong clan. ”

Tianzong listened with interest and interjected: "In this way, the tomb keeper is going to do the tomb robbery?"

Under the moonlight, Sikong Shen regained his composure, did not shy away from it, and nodded: "The deceased is gone, and the treasure has no owner!

"It's your business to rob the tomb or not, why do you tell us the secret? If you talk about cooperation, can it be that the famous Shuoluo Sect lacks masters?" Yi Yayi sneered at the people of the Demon Sect, so he was sarcastic and always vigilant.

Tianzong echoed: "Whether our strength can surpass the masters of the Shuoluo Sect, not to mention the help of the Venerable Commander to enter the Immortal Island for the time being, there is a gap between good and evil in front of us. Even if we are willing to trust the Sikong God of the Sikong Clan, it will be difficult for us to believe in the Great Sect Master of the Shuoluo Sect!"

Sikong Shen pointed to the empty wine altar on the stone tablet and said: "From the moment you are willing to drink the wine in this altar, this seat knows that we will definitely be able to cooperate." ”

"What! You poisoned?" Tianzong Xuan raised his eyebrows, not panicking at the end of the catastrophe.

Sikong Shen shook his head and said, "The last trick of poisoning is not the work of this seat, but this seat is sure that you are not the kind of mortal who will be restrained by the shackles of 'good and evil'. In addition, I don't think that the people of the Shuoluo Sect are more trustworthy than you, and if you choose the wrong partner, there will always be someone who will be stabbed in the back. Secondly, you are the candidate in He Chongshu's mind, and I believe in his vision. ”

Tianzong couldn't resist the temptation to rob the magical cemetery that might be the Immortal Tomb, and only raised a question:

"What about the uneven distribution of spoils?"