......

The wind moved slightly, and the powder was scattered.

The man in black clapped his hands and said coldly, "Does Old Mr. Fang have anything else to ask?"

Fang Tianshu hesitated for a moment, then stared at the black-clothed man in front of him with those somewhat dull eyes, coughed dryly, and said, "Yes." ”

The man in black smiled sadly: "Think about it clearly." ”

Fang Tianshu squeezed out a smile: "We did this business in Dengyun Tower, but the price is ......."

"I'm six, you're four!"

Fang Tianshu's eyes rolled and he shook his head: "No... No, it doesn't..."

The black-clothed man's palm on the table slowly clenched into a fist, and smiled indifferently: "Isn't the business of Dengyun Tower always very good......?

"Look down on you?"

In the cold voice, a new and piercing crack appeared on the wooden table.

Fang Tianshu slowly stretched out a finger and said, "Yicheng!

The man in black was slightly stunned, but he was a little surprised by what Fang Tianshu said, and immediately accepted it calmly: "This is very good." ”

Not even a word of thanks, as if it was all taken for granted.

Who is better than Dengyun Tower's financial resources in the entire Holy Continent land? Thirty percent of the gold and silver was nothing in Fang Tianshu's eyes, what he wanted was just a favor from the other party.

In other words, it is not simply a favor, but the thoughtfulness of Dengyun Tower.

Fang Tianshu asked, "Where should the gold and silver be sent to Your Excellency?"

The man in black pondered for a moment, and a bright light seemed to flash in the depths of his deep black eyes, and he said slowly: "Just store it in Dengyun Tower, and if you have the opportunity, give it to a person named Xiao ...... in the future Xiao Che's youth. ”

"Xiao Che—" Fang Tianshu repeated, keeping the name in his heart.

Who is Xiao Che?

Fang Tianshu wanted to ask again.

But he knew that he couldn't ask.

......

The man in black left, and the burly figure gradually disappeared into the hazy night.

Xuanji Pavilion fell silent in an instant, leaving only Fang Tianshu sitting alone, he exhaled a long breath, sweating like rain, and slowly spread out his thin palm, with a layer of shiny beads of sweat attached to his palm.

The death of the Shusheng was too shocking, and the black-clothed man sitting in front of him was unfathomable, Rao was almost faint with Fang Tianshu's concentration, not to mention, he was too old.

He's done his best to look indifferent.

He looked at the map lying quietly on his desk, the hiding place of the Scribbarian.

But it's not just a map, it's ......

The amulet of the book saint!

"Father. Fang Yuan's voice came from outside the attic.

Fang Tianshu was still shocked, first stunned, and then hoarsely said: "Prepare pen and ink, as well as files and cloud boxes!"

"Yes. Outside the attic, Fang Yuan said when he heard the sound.

......

Although Fang Tianshu is old and his palms are pale and thin, his pen is still vigorous and powerful, like a swimming dragon.

At this moment, he was hunched on the table, tracing the map carefully, and he did not want to miss the slightest detail.

Fang Yuan asked suspiciously, "Father, what is this map?"

Fang Tianshu didn't even raise his head, and said in a deep voice: "This is the seclusion of the Book Sanctuary. ”

"Book Saint?!" Fang Yuanmu stood on the spot, but his eyes lit up.

In the past ten years, the name of the book saint has disappeared as if the world has evaporated, and now there is finally news?

Fang Yuan was about to speak, but was intercepted by Fang Tianshu and said, "Don't think about it, the book saint is ......."

His leaning body on the table slowly propped up, staring at Fang Yuan, and said in a deep voice, "It's dead!"

"Dead?!" Fang Yuan jumped up like a projectile, and then the whole person froze in place like a stone man, as if he couldn't even move.

He didn't believe that the book saint would die, how could Xiao Shu, the book saint who was the best in the world and the only one in the world, die so easily?

But when these words came out of Fang Tianshu's mouth, he couldn't help but believe it.

He turned his head stiffly and slowly, looking at the dark night outside the Xuanji Pavilion, looking at the drifting black cloud, the black cloud, as if it had become the appearance of a book saint.

And next to the black cloud, stood a man in black.

Fang Yuan Huo Ran looked back, staring at Fang Tianshu, before he could speak, he heard Fang Tianshu say, "Don't ask, I don't know anything!"

Fang Yuan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he stood aside and stopped talking.

After a long time, Fang Tianshu finally finished the tracing, recorded everything that happened today, and put it into the cloud box with the map intact, and then carefully locked it.

The entire body of the cloud box is a dull blue-purple color, except for a white patch on the cover, which is used to summarize the contents of the box for easy search and filing.

But Fang Tianshu thought about it several times, and after several hesitations, he still couldn't put pen to paper.

After being silent for a long time, Fang Tianshu put down the pen in his hand, sighed, and said slowly: "Let's file it." ”

"Yes. Fang Yuan nodded, picked up the cloud box and turned to leave, but just as he had just stepped out of the Xuanji Pavilion door with his front feet, he suddenly heard Fang Tianshu say, "Wait." ”

"What else is going on with my father?" Fang Yuan was stunned.

"What day is it?"

Fang Yuan glanced at the sky and said, "It's past midnight now, so it should be regarded as the last day of the sting." ”

"Sting—"

Fang Tianshu groaned slightly, picked up the pen again, dipped it in ink, walked in front of Fang Yuan, and wrote four big characters on the cover of the cloud box with a wave of the pen.

Stinging Death!

"Boom", lightning and thunder, the gloomy cloud building, as if it was day, lit up for a moment, and then fell into the darkness like splashing ink again.

The flickering fire in the pavilion was quietly extinguished.

Outside, it was raining.

Rain cats and dogs.

......

Soon, the news of the death of the Shusheng spread throughout the vast land of the Holy Continent, and the people who came to Dengyun Tower to inquire about the inside story almost blew up Dengyun Tower, and for two or three months in a row, the noise in the entire building never stopped.

Fang Tianshu had already ordered people to redraw tens of millions of maps according to the map he had traced, and packed them with a bag embroidered with the words 'Death of the Sting', and everyone who came to Dengyun Tower to buy the news of the Book Saint had obtained this bag.

Dengyun Tower has rules and news is not shared, so they are not worried that the Book Saint's hermitage will become a secret in a short period of time.

Dengyunlou can stand on the land of the Holy Continent for hundreds of years, and naturally has its way of survival.

The news of the death of the Book Saint enveloped the entire Holy Continent like an obscure haze for a while, and along with this news, there were also the words 'Stunned Death'.

No one went to hold a funeral for the Shusheng because almost everyone didn't want to believe that he was really dead.

But in my heart, I can only mourn silently with the words 'stunned death'.

Without the Book Saint, the entire Holy Continent land was unexpectedly plunged into chaos again.

Even, because of the death of the book saint, this desolation is even more decades ago.

"Poppy beauty" Yu Xiaoyu - a confidant of the book saint - set off a bloody storm for him.

Yaoguang Sacred Pool, Wuwang Palace, Void Pavilion, Holy Dao Sect, Yixian Wenqing Palace, and many other forces pressed down and gradually faded decades ago, all of them were born because of the death of the sage.

The Holy Continent is vast and chaotic.

......

Time flies, and Shaoguang flies.

Sixteen years have passed.

The death of the book saint, the death of the sting, gradually disappeared and even disappeared in the hearts of everyone.

......

Xuanluo Dynasty, the capital of the gods.

Red sleeve moves.

It's a beautiful hand.

Soft and boneless, flawless, like a piece of mutton fat nephrite that has been painstakingly molded by countless skilled craftsmen with a lifetime of painstaking efforts, there is no slight variegation in it, and it is white and soft.

It's dazzling.

It can be imagined that a woman who can have these perfect jade hands will be such a heavenly fragrance.

At this moment, she is gently twisting her waist, dancing like a butterfly, she slowly slides down from her chest with her white slender hands, and her waist leans backwards like a willow, tilting her head slightly, and her soft eyes blink lightly, seducing her soul.

And in the direction of her eyes, a young man in white with an angry face was sitting there drinking alone, drinking and watching her dance.

His face was flushed at the moment, and he didn't know if it was due to drinking or something else......

He has a pair of very bright eyes, deep like a blue lake, and occasionally seems to be able to find traces of small fish, I have to admit that these eyes are perfect and impeccable.

......