Behind the trail of the Sword Peak, there was still a heavy snowfall, and the ethereal snowflakes fell on the bamboo leaves one by one, and finally accumulated into a small cluster of snowdrifts, until the bamboo leaves could not bear it, and then they fell down and melted into the snow in that place, and they could no longer distinguish their original appearance.

In the small courtyard in front of the bamboo house, in order to respond to the joy of the first month, Yan Yin wore a rare red cloak, and he stood among the snowy bamboo forests with a hand stove, as if he was waiting for something.

It didn't take long for a flickering phosphorescence to drift in front of Yan Yin with the wind and snow, and he raised his hand and twisted it lightly with two fingers, and then smiled unfathomably.

At this time, Gu Haizheng turned over the ancient book he brought from home to Su Zi and Xia Huairuo, and told them about his encounter with Du Heng and Forsythia in the alley again that day, and his experience in the small courtyard where several barriers were set up.

Xia Huairuo took the book from Gu Hai's hand, and there was still an inexplicable breath on it, mixed with a special medicinal fragrance, which inexplicably made her feel as if she had smelled it somewhere.

The three of them discussed it for a while, and finally decided to wait for the school to start and repeat the matter to Jiang Xingque again, after all, if the soul returning incense stored in the courtyard was really rejuvenating incense, then Qin Shuangye might still have a glimmer of life.

Between the falling snow, Yan Yin twisted the second phosphorescent light, and the smile in his eyes deepened than before. The phosphorescent light was brighter than before, and it seemed that he could vaguely feel a surge of cultivation, he put his right hand in front of his nose and sniffed, and then said with satisfaction: "It seems that Xia Huairuo has also taken the bait." ”

To tell the truth, there has always been a flow of worldly goods between the three places of the upper realm, and even if the things of the upper realm are accidentally lost to the world, it is difficult for ordinary people to obtain them, and most of them are in the hands of people in the upper realm who live in the mundane world or their descendants, let alone accidentally get them at the used book stalls, it is almost impossible.

Of course, if there is a will, it can be planned as possible, even if it is impossible. Although he lost his cultivation, Yan Yin was still the young master of the Yan clan in the end, and it was easy to order someone to take some phosphorus incense and then get a pelotin.

And such an action is nothing more than because the last step of awakening Bai Shen still needs one thing, soul rejuvenation incense.

Yan Yin originally thought that as long as he found the disciple surnamed Xiao who was sent to the world, he would be able to accomplish it, but who knew that there were several enchantments set up by the Jiang clan in that place, and just outside the first enchantment, he could feel that there was more than one of them supported by a strong cultivation.

These were not difficult things for Jiang Xingyin in the past, as long as it took a little time and some thought, he would definitely be able to solve them, but for Yan Yin now, even if he just cracked the first barrier, it was more difficult than ascending to the sky.

He originally wanted to directly hand over the ancient books to Jiang Xingque and order her to break the formation for him. It is conceivable that the son of the last family named Jiang Xingge will not be unaware of such a major event as going to the world, and he will be suspicious at that time, and he has always been the most old-fashioned and well-behaved person, if he discovers the soul rejuvenation incense, I don't know if there is a chance to wake up Bai Zhen.

After thinking about it like this, Yan Yin finally chose the most roundabout way, and Gu Hailai told the people close to him about this matter, even if he didn't tell Jiang Xingque in person, but the enchantment was only broken by Jiang Xingque and Jiang Xingge, and it was impossible for those children to ask Jiang Xingge, who was not good at talking, so the final person who broke the formation must still be Jiang Xingque.

With a rough plan, Yan Yin summoned a Yan maid, who repeatedly instructed him not to tell anyone else about the introduction of phosphorus incense and the pean, and not to leave the word Yan Yin in his name when he applied for it. At the same time, he also forced the maid who was so timid that she didn't even dare to raise her eyes to look at him to eat the Soul Splitting Pill, and he said to the girl with a smile: "I'm just here to watch, if you don't like me in the slightest, then I will keep this antidote." ”

The girl kneeling on the ground trembled and replied yes, and before leaving, she glanced at the bronze mirror on the table, which reflected not Yan Yin's face, but her own clear figure, and even the footsteps made when she retreated were faintly recognizable.

When the girl returned to the snow bamboo forest with the phosphorus incense and the application form, Yan Yin smiled with satisfaction at her face that also brought some baby fat. He praised in a gentle tone: "You did a good job, what a good boy." As he spoke, he took out a jet-black pill from the medicine jar in his hand and handed it to the girl in front of him.

At that time, the child with Yan Yin's chest high took the pill with both hands, bent down deeply, knelt down in front of the other party grovelly, and kowtowed again and again to thank him. Then, under Yan Yin's gaze, he swallowed the pill without hesitation.

She trotted happily all the way out of the snow and bamboo forest, and jumped out of Kunlun again, until she stepped into the door of the Yan family mansion she was most familiar with, she didn't realize that her every move was actually still clearly presented in front of Yan Yin in the bronze mirror.

The fishy sweetness that appeared in her mouth finally caught the girl's attention, and before she could even change the clothes she had been wearing when she went out, her throat was blocked by the large mouthful of blood gushing out, and she rushed out of the bedroom with all her might, dragging a maid who happened to be passing by, only to find that she did not even have the strength to say a word.

The maid who had been stopped was stunned for a moment, and then she screamed. Yan Yin in front of the bronze mirror frowned a little impatiently, but continued to look until he saw that the girl could not make even a sound even if she was surrounded by people, so she covered her ears with satisfaction.

The girl, who looked like she hadn't even reached the end of her life, lay on the gravel road in front of the house with her eyes wide open, she seemed to be dead, but blood was still gushing out of her mouth, and under her was a large puddle of dark red blood, her purple clothes were soaked and blackened, and her long soft hair was also glued together by sticky blood, becoming extremely messy.

Yan Yin may have expressed a moment of unbearable at a certain moment, but it was only for a moment, and then he changed into the smiling face he had before, and seemed to say to the girl in the bronze mirror with remorse: "I'm sorry, but who knows if you will say anything in the future?"

He got up and walked into the inner room, took the book from the bookshelf that seemed to be nothing special, and sprinkled the phosphophosphor incense into the pages of the rejuvenating incense. In this way, if someone turns the book to these pages, the phospho incense guide will automatically carry the person's breath to Yan Yin.

In the following half a month, Yan Yin traveled back and forth between Kunlun and the world at a fixed time almost every day, and he became a new customer of the used bookstall that Gu Hai's father frequented, sometimes just reading books, and occasionally bringing some unwanted low prices to sell to the boss, or exchanging them with others.

And God didn't let him wait too long, and on a gradually cooler evening, the middle-aged man who looked a little similar to Gu Hai finally appeared in the cramped used book stall. He picked up a copy from the new bookshelf, then put the frame of his glasses hanging around his neck on the bridge of his nose and read it seriously.

After flipping through a few pages, Gu Hai's father seemed to have decided to buy the book back, and at this moment, Yan Yin suddenly whispered that he had borrowed it, trying to walk through the narrow aisle. Not surprisingly, he deliberately touched the ancient book in his hand when he met with the other party, and when the other party apologized and helped him pick up the book, he pretended to look at the book in Gu Hai's father's hand and said, "Sir, do you want this book too?"

"Yes, young man, are you looking for this book too?" Gu Hai's father dusted off the paper, and handed the ancient book back to Yan Yin's hand, he smiled kindly at the young man in front of him, and then prepared to leave.

And Yan Yin naturally would not let go of this opportunity, he handed out the ancient book in his hand again, and said: "Sir, can I exchange this book with you? This is also a book that I have been looking for a long time, but I read a little bit from my classmates before, and I am not so anxious." Look, if you're interested, can you change it first?"

The young man before the meeting was so sincere, Gu Hai's father couldn't refuse directly, he simply took it from the other party's hand. After flipping through a few pages, he was surprised to find that most of them were flowers and herbs from the upper realm, so he didn't hesitate before, and agreed to the young man's request to exchange books with him, and even thanked the other party.