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was caught by Li Qiushui and galloped in this darkness. Gu Chuanxia didn't know what her purpose was, and how to discern the direction in such an environment.

Gu Chuanxia raised his head and carefully looked at Li Qiushui at this time.

Now Li Qiushui really looks like a goddess above the nine heavens, and her simple white clothes bring out her beauty to the fullest. It's just that she still doesn't seem to have a full mind, only some instincts. Whether he is alive or dead, Gu Chuanxia cannot judge.

Just in the center of the darkness, on a jade-colored futon, sat a bald-headed monk with an ugly face but a solemn appearance, like a god and Buddha in the world.

He sat silently with his eyes closed, without the slightest ripple around him.

When he got closer, Gu Chuanxia felt that he was like an empty shell. Although the treasure is solemn, although it blooms with divine light, lighting up the surrounding darkness, it is not alive.

"Is this Xuzhu? Xuzhu is dead? Isn't it a legend that he has broken his life?" Gu Chuanxia thought about all kinds of questions, but finally there was no answer.

"I didn't expect that the Lord of the Vulture Palace, one of the three protagonists of the Heavenly Dragon, Xuzhu, was actually sitting here. It's really embarrassing. Gu Chuanxia looked at it for a while, and finally determined that this should indeed be a void bamboo, and he really had no breath of life. is not like Li Qiushui, half alive and half dead, and his intelligence is incomplete.

Li Qiushui looked at Xuzhu's corpse, and the seven-colored rainbow light in his eyes kept changing.

"No Cliffs, No Cliffs, you're dead, you're dead?" the voice was poignant, full of unwillingness and resentment.

"Why did she shout at Xuzhu's corpse? Could it really be the reason for her insane mind?" Gu Chuanxia looked strange, thinking that there must be something wrong with this.

"No cliffs..." Li Qiushui's long hair flew like a demon snake, raised his head and roared, throwing Gu Chuanxia away with one hand, and flew forward to reach out to grab the corpse of the void bamboo.

Syllable!

Like a dream, like electricity, like a dream bubble, Xuzhu's corpse turned into a little bubble and broke up in the dark, each bubble recorded an image, and every bubble was a memory.

Most of the images in this bubble are scenes of various past experiences, some of which are of Xuzhu and Princess Yinchuan, while others seem to be of a handsome man and three fairy-like women.

"That's the memory of the three junior sisters of Wuyazi and the Tianshan Sect, but why is this memory here in Xuzhu? Could it be that Wuyazi is also like that yellow robe, hiding his own thoughts in his true qi, fading away and occupying Xuzhu's body?"

If this speculation is true, then how much is true and how much is false behind the history of the Eight Dragons of the past?

Looking at the flying bubbles, Li Qiushui's tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and then shouted the name of Wu Yazi, and sped away, disappearing into the darkness.

Leaving Gu Chuanxia alone, looking at the colorful bubbles scattered in the darkness alone.

"Xuzhu has been seated, and the real cemetery of Princess Yinchuan is nowhere to be found. Who is Li Qiushui sealed in the grave of Princess Yinchuan? Is it a void bamboo, or a cliffless child who has become a void bamboo?"

"Who is the person who released the news of the Seven Treasure Ring in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Immortals? What is the purpose of this person who has created such a big thing?"

"Assuming that his purpose is to release Li Qiushui while there is chaos, then what is he releasing Li Qiushui for?"

Gu Chuanxia felt like he had stepped into a quagmire, and there were problems in all directions.

The laughter in the bubble made the whole dark space even more eerie.

Smack!

The bubble began to burst.

One after the other.

With every bubble burst, this dark space became a little more bright, as if lit up with stars.

When all the bubbles were broken, the entire dark space seemed to turn into a sea of stars. Gu Chuanxia stretched out his hand, as if he could touch the dazzling stars and pluck them off.

The gentle touch of your fingers is like touching a soft sponge.

The next moment, Gu Chuanxia felt like he was sinking deep into the bottom of the sea.

After a jolt, he was pulled into a star spot and disappeared in place.

When Gu Chuanxia opened his eyes, he saw a huge golden-bodied Buddha statue, surrounded by bald-headed monks chanting scriptures, and an old monk in a robe sitting on a high Dharma platform, beating wooden fish.

"Xuzhu! If you are distracted during the morning class and disrespectful, you will be exempted from three meals today as a punishment. The old monk opened his eyes and looked at Gu Chuanxia with a sharp gaze.

"What, am I Xuzhu?" Gu Chuanxia was slightly stunned, wanting to extract the true qi of Jiuyang, but found that the dantian was empty, and in the only meridian that was opened, there was only a very weak Buddhist true qi flowing.

Fortunately, the lonely sword intent in the sea of knowledge is still there, and it is obvious that the lonely sword intent left by Dugu's defeat surpasses the power that inexplicably reverses time and space.

Gu Chuanxia stabilized his mood, bowed his head silently, and sorted out his thoughts. Fortunately, Xuzhu was silent in the past, and others didn't care.

"Is this an illusion or a reality? Am I just brought back to a certain scene by the memories of Xuzhu, or have I traveled through time and space and become Xuzhu by some unknown force?"

Urging the lonely sword intent, constantly flying and wandering in the sea of knowledge. If this is an illusion, then the Lonely Sword Intent will definitely be able to cut through this illusion.

But the lonely sword intent traveled around the sea of knowledge, and the surrounding scene was still the same.

Gu Chuanxia followed a few small novices back to the meditation room, where a dozen or so young monks lived. As the lowest class of the Shaolin Temple, he does not have the right to live alone.

"Hey, Xuzhu! Aren't you the most pious in reciting scriptures in the morning? Why are you wandering today? Are you thinking about those female benefactors who are incense?" A little monk who looked like a thin monkey slapped Gu Chuanxia, and then laughed and teased.

Before Gu Chuanxia could speak, a fat monk next to him said: "Amitabha! I think you are thinking about those female benefactors! You are committing a sexual precept! Come quickly, let the Buddha and I hit you with a stick on your head, and wake you up." ”

The skinny little monk threw a bamboo pillow over and smashed it on the fat monk's head: "Void Demon Monk! ”

Saying that, the two of them took pillows and ping-pong and played together, although they were Shaolin disciples, they didn't have much ability, and they didn't have much difference from the rogue on the street.

Gu Chuanxia groped around his body, and was suddenly stunned.

From his bosom, he took out a black jade butterfly. In the center of the jade butterfly, there is a little glittering green light, which is slowly expanding.

(To be continued.) )