In the top floor of the Vientiane Pavilion, compared with the previous attic, the layout of the top floor is much simpler, eight low tables are placed in eight directions at the top of the tower, there is a bookshelf behind each low table, and the four treasures of the study room on the table are neatly placed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He Yifan and Chu Hanxuan stood quietly, above their heads was a pattern of Taiji Yin and Yang fish, eight tables corresponding to Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Eight hexagrams, He Yifan slowly stepped forward, and saw that the corners of each table were engraved with hexagrams.

Due east, there is a painting hanging, an old man with a fairy style is holding a long staff, standing under a dense tree, looking ahead with a smile, and the word "Master" is written in the upper left corner of the whole painting.

"Presumably this is the founder of the Vientiane Gate, Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty, Master Meng!" Chu Hanxuan looked at the old man on the portrait and said;

He Yifan nodded when he heard the words and said: "Master Mengzi, a generation of emperors, a saint through the ages, humbly embraced Ruogu and accepted hundreds of schools in the world in Vientiane Gate, creating a new school atmosphere, which is really a well-deserved master of everything. ”

He Yifan and Chu Hanxuan looked at the kind and quiet face of the old man in the portrait, and then recalled all the things since they entered the valley, and couldn't help but be in awe. What kind of furrow is in the chest of the old man in the portrait that can create this Vientiane Gate that shocks the ancient and modern times?

In the past three days, everything he saw in this ancient tower had too great an impact on He Yifan, and he couldn't imagine what kind of bloody wind it would be if the things in this ancient tower fell on the rivers and lakes one day.

He Yifan took out the "God of War Record" from his arms, and then recalled the whole layer of martial arts mental method, at this time, He Yifan's heart was full of hesitation, and he didn't know whether he should bring the news out here.

Chu Hanxuan seemed to see Chu He Yifan's hesitation, gently held him and said, "Brother Fan, all kinds of things in this Vientiane Gate are all treasures left by the ancestors to the Han family. ”

While speaking, He Yifan couldn't help but lower his head and looked at the "God of War Record" in his hand, and sighed: "Towering and strong!"

With that, the two respectfully saluted the portrait and turned to walk down.

Under the tower, in front of the Vientiane Pavilion, the old man in the black robe was still sitting withered.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, the black-robed old man asked hoarsely, "Do you have any gains?"

He Yifan heard this, but he didn't answer, just quietly walked to the steps in front of the old man and sat down, leaned his body on the stone steps casually, and said slowly: "Vientiane is secret, as vast as a sea of smoke, it is really a shocking treasure." ”

"What are you going to do?," asked Wen Sicheng to bring someone to move this all away?" Deng Yi asked curiously.

He Yifan was suddenly stunned when he heard this, lowered his head and said: "I don't know! If the things in this tower are obtained by a wise person, it will be a blessing for the people of the world." If the people who were brutally ravaged got it, the world at that time would be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. ”

"What's in the tower?" Deng Yi, who was full of anticipation in his words, finally couldn't help but ask.

"Senior, why don't you go in and take a look yourself?" Chu Hanxuan asked curiously.

As soon as he asked, Deng Yi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, shook suddenly. "Do you want to go in, am I still qualified to go in?

A voice kept lingering in Deng Yi's heart, he didn't even dare to turn around to look at the tower, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes on the tower behind him looking at him, and the deep gaze seemed to penetrate Deng Yi's body directly.

How long has it been? How long has it been? Twenty years, Thirty years, Why did you leave here in the first place, Why did you come back here now?

At this time, Deng Yi, thinking of the decadent master, the hometown that had long been annihilated in the dust, turned into a fellow disciple and old friend of the loess, he suddenly felt that everything in this world had nothing to do with him, and he felt like a duckweed in the world, without any foundation and drifting with the tide.

Deng Yi seemed to have something staring at in his heart, and the depression in his chest was unsettled, and the ambitions of his youth, the ambitions of his middle age, and the long-cherished wishes of his old age all seemed to collapse at this moment.

"What is the point of me being in the world?" The hoarse voice sounded more like the roar of a wild beast at this time.

He Yifan, who was in front of Deng Yi, was suddenly stunned, and in an instant, he got up, grabbed Chu Hanxuan's shoulder with his big hand and flew into the distance.

Between the elbows and armpits, Chu Hanxuan had not yet turned around, and was carried by He Yifan for nearly a hundred zhang before landing.

"What's the matter?Brother Fan?" Chu asked in surprise.

"He's not in the right shape. The breath fluctuated, and the energy around the body skyrocketed. I'm afraid I'm going to go crazy. He Yifan looked at Deng Yi in the distance worriedly.

The old man in the black robe has superb martial arts and strange body skills, as soon as he saw He Yifan that day, he suffered a big loss, at this time, the old man was delirious, and his breath soared, if he suddenly attacked, He Yifan and Chu Hanxuan would never escape.

He Yifan's eyes were like torches, staring closely at the black-robed old man in the distance, holding his hand on the hilt of the knife, and softly said to Chu Hanxuan behind him: "Xuan'er, if he suddenly becomes troubled for a while, you don't care about anything, just run out, don't look back." ”

Chu Hanxuan's heart ached when she heard this, and she had thousands of words in her heart, and she wanted to pray to He Yifan to let her stay. But Chu Hanxuan has been walking for a long time after all, and she understands in her heart that since He Yifan wants her to go first, she is determined to stop the old man in black robe here, and if she is entangled in this again, she can only become a burden to He Yifan.

Thinking in his heart, Chu Hanxuan nodded slowly and said, "Well, but you must come." ”

He Yifan didn't answer when he heard this, but his eyes became more determined, and his right hand tightly grasped the soul breaking knife.

"Ahh

At this time, Deng Yi's eyes were red, and a black robe danced under the encouragement of true qi, his big sleeves were flying, and his long placket was rolling.

At the highest point of flying, Deng Yi stretched out his only remaining left hand, and used his full body strength to volley out three palms, one palm was sharper than the other, and the sound of breaking the sky reached the ears of He Yifan who was hundreds of zhang away, and it was still clear.

At this time, He Yifan's heart tightened, this person's martial arts are really superb, such a palm power, it is really shocking.

With the earth-shattering three palms passed, Deng Yi in mid-air was pushed down by the palm force, and fell heavily on the stone slab in the square, suddenly raising several feet of dust.

After a long time, the dust settled on the square, and He Yifan led Chu Hanxuan to slowly approach, and only when he got closer did he see that a huge pit had still been smashed out of the square that was originally flat.

In the center lay a dying old man, dressed in a black robe that had long been shattered, hanging on the old man's body like rags;

He Chu and the others saw the old man's appearance clearly at this time, his already old face was covered with knife marks, and his whole face was terrifying.

"Is he dead?" Chu Hanxuan asked in a low voice.

"It seems to be breathing. He Yifan looked at the old man in the pit and said.

He Yifan cautiously came to the old man's side, looked at the old man in rags, and couldn't help but sigh softly, and muttered: "Senior, what is the pain. ”