Coming out of the secret room, Shen Xingluo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pouring out the depression in his heart. Standing in the main hall, passing through the main entrance of the main hall, looking at the clear blue sky outside, I silently prayed for the master and the second senior brother in my heart.

Then, he handed Xiang'er three pieces of paper full of words: "You go to the Xiuzhen Bazaar and prepare these materials." ”

Xiang'er took the paper and glanced at it roughly.

"Chronicles of the Nations"!

This is not a book that records the historical changes of mortal countries, and I heard that it also introduces the customs and customs of various countries. How could Senior Sister be so interested in the life of mortals.

My sister's hobbies have become more extensive.

He opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Senior sister, what do you want so many waste spirit stones for?"

On the white paper, the number of waste spirit stones was written "one hundred baskets".

The basket of the immortal cultivation world is made of copper and bamboo, which is strong and durable, and the key is that the capacity is large, and one basket can hold about a thousand spirit stones. One hundred baskets, that is, more than 100,000 yuan, senior sister, does this want to redecorate the Lichen Palace?

Shen Xingluo smiled slyly at her, "Of course it's useful." ”

"Before the master comes back, we have to guard this place for her old man, so that no cats and dogs dare to come and spread wild. ”

Xiang'er was slightly embarrassed: "Senior sister, you heard it." ”

"Hmm. Shen Xingluo nodded, "Her voice is so loud, it's the same as the roar of a lion in Hedong?"

Xiang'er smiled wryly, doesn't this mean that she is scolding, and the senior sister has also seen it, so embarrassing! She hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it into the Qiankun bag: "I'll go now." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Shen Xingluo's reaction, he quickly ran away.

Shen Xingluo looked at her back and smiled, the smile was fleeting, her big clear eyes were full of loneliness, and she looked out of the house in silence for a long time before she came back to her senses and walked away from the hall.

Seven years have passed since the second and third senior brothers brought her back from the Qiongshan Secret Realm. In the past seven years, she has never left Hao Yingfeng for half a step.

She will not forget what the second senior brother said to her before leaving.

He said: "If you don't have aura, it doesn't mean that you are a wasted person, you still have the luck to make people red." This luck was a good thing for you in the past, but it is a great disaster for you who have no ability to protect yourself now. If you are safe, it is better to stay on the mountain forever, or the consequences will be dire. ”

Zhao Chunyang's words were for his sake, but it was impossible to really let her be trapped on a mountain for the rest of her life.

An eagle with its wings cut off will never be worthy of the title of eagle even if it loses the ability to fly.

So, she had to find another way. She wants everyone to know that she, Shen Xingluo, the reputation of the pride of the sky, does not rely on spiritual power, but on real strength.

Shen Xingluo returned to his courtyard, and a low table was placed under the corridor, with all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table. A thick pile of used paper, pressed against a black paperweight.

She knelt down on the futon at the table and gently removed the paperweight. The top piece of paper was exposed, and two words were written on it: Chen Guo.

But Shen Xingluo ignored the pile of papers, and busied his two hands on the other side of the table, and continued to press them with paperweights. She aimed for the bottom one, a one-foot-square piece of paper.

The paper was empty all around, except for a small blue-black tower in the middle.

The small tower has a simple appearance, with a total of seven floors and no decoration. Only the lowest floor has a large door, and the upper six floors do not even have a window.

If it weren't for the fact that this painting was painted by Shen Xingluo herself, she might have laughed at the person who painted this tower without any life experience.

However, she could not laugh at all, not only because she painted the painting, but also because of the source of her impression of the tower—her dreams.

So even though this painting is so simple and abstract, she still knows the name of this tower - the Seven Lives Pagoda.

But if you want to ask, why is it called the Seven Lives Pagoda, what does it do, why is it here?

Sorry, she didn't know anything.

Uh, no, she still knows a thing.

It will make her dream. Yes, let a monk who has not needed to sleep for a long time, unknowingly enter the dream realm.

It also tells a story, and it's called a colorful story, which is simply immersive. Every detail is as if you have experienced it yourself.

In the past three years, she has declared that she is in retreat to solve her own problems. But the truth is, she was sleeping.

I slept a long, long, long sleep, so long that she experienced a long life as a person, and so long that she witnessed the rise and fall of a country.

Shen Xingluo's slender fingers fell on the portrait of the small tower, slightly distracted. She had a bold idea, this tower was the inconspicuous black iron block in the original sacrificial temple.

According to the placement of the black iron block and the fairy sword that Xiang'er subdued at that time, it is obvious that its real role is not as featureless as its appearance. She didn't tell anyone about this idea, including Xiang'er, who didn't know about it.

I just don't know why it chose her? Shen Xingluo was sure that he hadn't touched the bulky black iron guy at that time, so there was only one possibility, it had run into her body by itself.