All of a sudden, the disciples who were chatting and cultivating on the Tianshu Peak, the receiving square, stopped what they were doing and came over to surround Chen Mo.

"Senior Brother Chen Mo, can you let me see the token of the 'True Legend of the Head', what is the difference between it and ours?" someone shouted.

They have seen a lot of tokens of the 'True Inheritance of the Elders', and some of them have their own.

However, the head of Zhuang Xingge has not received true disciples for decades, which is really curious.

Chen Mo didn't care about these people's coaxing, and smiled and took out the token and handed it to them.

The crowd shouted and watched.

"It turned out to be Phnom Penh. ”

"Much more refined than mine. ”

"The feel is not the same, this one is heavier, how good is the jade?"

Some people were envious, took out their 'Elder True Inheritance' token and compared it with Chen Mo's, and beat their chests.

Suddenly, a voice asked, "Senior Brother Chen Mo, I heard that before you entered the inner gate, you couldn't form a spirit fetus in three years, and you were called a waste, right?"

The voice stood out in the midst of a cheer.

Immediately, someone covered the man's mouth and scolded in a low voice: "What are you doing, why are you talking to Senior Brother Chen Mo like this?"

Mentioning those two words in the mouth and closing is a thing of the past.

Now Chen Mo is the true heir of the head, his status has long been different, and his status in the inner door is extremely high.

Even if you are a true descendant of any elder, when you hear this kind of thing when everyone is around, you don't have to think about it, you must be extremely displeased, and your face will change greatly.

For a while, the noise was much quieter, and everyone looked at Chen Mo a little nervously, for fear that the latter would react violently.

Chen Mo smiled lightly and replied calmly: "That's the case, that's right." ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and admired Chen Mo even more.

Someone exclaimed: "Senior Brother Chen Mo is really good-minded. ”

"Nothing, the past is gone. Chen Mo waved his hand and took the token handed back by everyone, "The true biography of the head is nothing remarkable, I am ordinary, there is nothing to see." Let's all disperse, let's cultivate. ”

Hearing Chen Mo say this, although everyone was still unsatisfied, they all slowly dispersed.

Even so, Chen Mo's every move is still quite concerned.

However, Chen Mo was indifferent, and he was used to other people's pointing and pointing when he was in the Outer Sect, and now he doesn't feel anything.

It's just that those words, from debasement and disgust, have turned into praise and admiration.

Walking all the way to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Chen Mo felt a little nostalgic.

This quaint red mansion has accompanied me for three years.

Over the past few years, I have consulted various ancient books here, and I have benefited a lot.

The history of the literati, the classics, and all kinds of writing, cultivate the mind and precipitate the thoughts.

Chen Mo pushed the door in, and a familiar burst of red sandalwood came to his nose, refreshing his heart.

In front of the counter, a gray-haired old man was dozing, dozens of bookshelves in front of him were almost endless, and a staircase meandered up in front of the bookshelf on the far right.

"Identity tokens. Suddenly, an old voice came.

Chen Mo knew that this was Lao Dao talking, but the latter looked like he was still sleeping, as if he had not woken up yet, and there was no sign of speaking at all.

I don't know how profound this old way is.

"I'm going up to the second floor. Chen Mo took out the jade plate and put it in front of the counter.

Lao Dao opened his eyes slightly, only swept it, and then closed his eyes again.

He didn't move a bit, and the jade plate suddenly flew back to Chen Mo's hand.

"Go ahead. The voice of the old man came, but his mouth did not move.

"Senior, I want to ask, you don't have a list of ancient books related to kendo here?" Chen Mo asked.

Lao Dao groaned, and a piece of rice paper full of characters flew out and arrived in Chen Mo's hand.

"Thank you, seniors. Chen Mo knew that this old man didn't like to communicate with others, and only cared about his own duties.

He didn't say much, raised his feet and walked to the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

"The first book, "General Outline of Kendo", the thirty-sixth grid of the third layer of the first row. Chen Mo walked over to find the first ancient book on the list, but found that the box was empty.

Apparently borrowed.

This is a very normal thing, Chen Mo didn't care about it, and continued to rummage through the next one.

"The second book, "Sword Intent Understanding", the twenty-fifth grid of the fourth layer of the second row. ”

Chen Mo walked a few steps and came to a row of bookshelves again, and found out.

It's empty again.

"The third book, "Sword Xuanlu" ......"

"The fourth book, "Eight Desolations Sword Spirit Atlas" ......"

“...... The eighteenth book, "Sword Moving Mountains and Rivers", 19th row, fourth layer, third grid. ”

Chen Mo froze in place, empty again.

Eighteen copies in a row were borrowed.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

But of course, the old man didn't care if the books were borrowed or not, anyway, no one could take the books from the Scripture Pavilion from under his nose.

Unless he goes back in the middle of the night to rest.

So on the list, there is no indication at all whether the books have been borrowed or not.

Chen Mo was also in trouble, looking at the remaining hundred or so sword books, he felt a little difficult.

"It's not like they're all borrowed. Chen Mo muttered.

When Chen Mo walked in front of the one hundred and first row, the sixth floor, and the thirtieth grid, he was finally impressed.

"Which senior brother is so powerful, he borrowed all the ancient kendo books. ”

On the list given to him by Lao Dao, all the ancient books have been borrowed, and all the grids are empty.

"There's no way around it. Chen Mo sighed, walked along this row of bookshelves, and was about to turn back, when he suddenly noticed a pile of ancient books like a hill at his feet.

Chen Mo took a closer look, isn't this first book the "General Outline of Kendo" on the list?

This pile of books was hidden behind the last row of bookshelves, but Chen Mo didn't notice it.

As he looked along the book, he couldn't help but be stunned.

A young girl in a turquoise dress sat on a small stool, holding an ancient book and reading carefully, and the faint sunlight peeked in from the window, reflecting her whole beautiful face.

A wisp of green silk fell obliquely, swaying slightly with the wind, the girl's face was calm, looking at the book, and it took a long time to raise the jade hand and gently pull it to the root of the ear.

Suddenly, as if she was aware of something, she looked up to the right, and made eye contact with Chen Mo, and there was finally a slight fluctuation on her cold complexion.

Her beautiful eyes flickered, but she didn't feel much surprise, but smiled as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"You're here. Fu Luer pursed her lips and smiled, like plum blossoms quietly blooming in the winter snow, with a unique beauty.

Chen Mo smiled: "I'm here." ”

Fu Luer didn't ask him why he came, how he came, and came at this time.

Chen Mo didn't explain, so he walked over and sat down next to Fu Lu'er, naturally pulled out a book beside her, and read it quietly.

The moment Chen Mo saw Fu Lu'er, he understood why the book on the list given by Lao Dao was here.

The moment Fu Lu'er saw him, she knew what he was doing here.

The two didn't say much, but there was a tacit understanding.

There are many things that do not need to be explained and are already in the same heart.

With one look, you can read each other.

The sandalwood burner is in all corners of the scripture pavilion, and the smoke wafts up.

The breeze blew through the hem of their clothes from time to time, and the light on the window slowly faded, and at night, the seven-star lamp on the top of the Scripture Pavilion also took over.

Chen Mo and Fu Lu'er sat next to each other, quietly reading ancient books, and from time to time they would ask each other some questions softly and exchange opinions.

Even sometimes, they were silent, only the rustling of books rang out.

The two of them didn't feel the slightest embarrassment, and they both felt very relieved.

Unconsciously, Chen Mo felt a little heavy on his shoulders, he glanced at it with some surprise, and saw that the delicate face was very close to him, and the mutton fat-like skin shone with a crystal light under the light, which was extremely attractive.

Fu Lu'er felt tired, and without any defense, she leaned on Chen Mo's shoulder and fell asleep.

Chen Mo saw that delicate face, the long eyelashes moved slightly, the cherry lips under the pretty nose were gently pursed, and the little face could be blown and broken, and it was indescribably beautiful.

Chen Mo leaned over his face and gently touched the girl's forehead.

"Hmm......" Fu Lu'er suddenly sighed lightly, Chen Mo hurriedly turned his head, looked at the book, silently recited the "Bodhicitta Sutra", looked at the nose with his eyes, looked at the heart with his nose, meditated and concentrated, and concentrated on reading the ancient books.

But she didn't notice that the sleeping girl's pursed lips hooked up a hint of a smile.

Chen Mo didn't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up again, he smelled an incomparably familiar fragrance.

It's not sandalwood, it's the smell of food.

"Hey, this is ......" Chen Mo opened his eyes and saw that there was a small table in front of Fu Lu'er, on which were two boxes of meals.

One of the boxes has been opened, and the entire lunch box is filled with braised fish, which is rich in aroma.

Fu Lu'er's face was cold, and she smiled faintly: "It's breakfast, let's eat." I asked them to make you egg fried rice. ”

"Really?" Chen Mo laughed, it was rare for this eldest lady to remember her own taste.

opened another lunch box, and sure enough, it was Jincan's delicious egg fried rice, which Chen Mo hadn't eaten for a long time.

Since I went to Qiyang Peak, I have been eating game and grilled fish every day.

Normal food, meals, but less.

The two of them ate happily and began to read the ancient books again, discussing a few words from time to time and smiling at each other as they had done yesterday.

It's like a childhood sweetheart, and the two have no guesses.

Joy with each other, never get tired of seeing each other.